#(angry voice) well WE are GENERAL MANAGERS and we are TELLING YOU to do SOMETHING like START INDIVIDUALS

[wellthatschaotic]

neurotypicals are so frustrating,, i keep forgetting that "can you do x" means "go do x"

[little-diable]

Mine to Claim - Dean Winchester (smut)

While I'm still wondering if I should write for James Beaufort, I decided to run with the enemies to lovers theme for Dean. I know y'all love jealous Dean as much as I do. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: The reader wants Sam to have a nice birthday, but all she can focus on is Dean, the man she had always sworn to hate, the man who gets all possessive as soon as somebody else finds her interesting enough to chat her up.

Warnings: 18+, smut, piv, thigh riding, full on jealous Dean, Dean's a bit of a dick in the beginning, possessiveness, fluffy end

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!reader (about 4k words)

“A party? And who should we invite, huh?” Dean’s voice filled the library. He had his feet placed on the table, arms crossed in front of his chest while nursing his second beer of the night. 

(Y/n) had her eyes focused on the laptop, typing away as she tried to pierce ideas together to celebrate Sam’s birthday. But while she was set on putting something special together, trying to trap the man she couldn’t stand into helping her, Dean could only give room to annoying comments. 

“How about some werewolves, vampires maybe or a wendigo to make this exciting!” Sarcasm dripped from Dean’s words, leaving her groaning as she finally looked at the handsome Winchester brother. The two of them had never been fans of one another, but while (y/n) generally tried to keep her distance, Dean was set on annoying her at any given chance. She had lost count of the dates he had ruined for her, the friendships she had tried to build but had been torn down by him, no matter what she tried to do, Dean was always right there to cross her plans.

“Have you always been such an asshole or have you just not outgrown your teenager phase yet?” She shifted her weight onto her forearms while staring at Dean as if he was the most fascinating thing she had ever seen. His eyes had a twinkle to them as he mimicked her movements, taking his feet off the table to lean further towards her. 

“Don’t be like that, sweetheart, we both know you enjoy our dynamic more than you let others believe. You have never been good at hiding your crush on me.” The angry scoff clawing through (y/n) forced a chuckle out of Dean, who looked at her as if he had just goaled a win. Whenever he managed to rile her up, to get her angrier by the second, his smirk would grow as if he was proud of himself for getting under her skin like that. 

“Fuck you, Dean!” She rose to her feet, unexpectedly to Dean who now studied her with confusion laced in his gaze. “I’ll just take Sam out for dinner, anywhere without you near will be good enough.” 

(Y/n) tried to walk past him with angry tears welling up in her eyes, but she didn’t manage to get far, forced to a halt by the hand clamping down on her wrist. Dean stared up at her with an unreadable expression, shooting shudders down her spine while she tried to rip herself free. Something inside of her told her that he was close to apologising, urged on by the guilt he may feel, but the moment passed within seconds, forcing his smirk back to his lips.

“Dream of me tonight, sweetheart. But first, tell me, do you still sleep in my shirt?” The angry huff clawing through her made Dean chuckle, watching her rip herself free before storming out of the room. Her heart was aching in her chest, pounding against her ribs while her feet carried her towards her room. 

With her laptop tossed onto her bed, (y/n) allowed her tears to fall, urged on by her anger and confusion, torn between the way she had always detested Dean and the silent longing for him and his closeness. God, she hated him, hated him more than words could ever express, and yet a small, fucked up part of her wanted him and every part of him. 

It was time to finally get over Dean Winchester and the confusing emotions he pushed through her. 

……

“Thank you for this, (y/n). This is by far the best birthday I ever had.” Sam squeezed her shoulder as she looked up at him with a proud grin. She shot Sam another smile before she let her gaze wander, finding Dean’s frame. Even though she had tried to lure Sam away from his brother, knowing that the night wouldn’t end well if she and Dean would have to spend it together, Sam had begged her to take his brother with them, ending up at this very bar.

“Let me get you another beer, birthday boy. I’ll be back in a second.” (Y/n) rose to her feet with an unwavering smile, pushing past a few people to reach the bar. Music rang in her ears, not loud enough to leave her body buzzing, yet just enough to distract her from her wandering thoughts. 

“Hey,” an unfamiliar voice forced her attention away from the bartender, waiting for her to make her way towards (y/n). A guy was standing close to her, he was a bit taller than her, a handsome face she smiled at. “Is that your boyfriend?”

He tilted his head towards Sam, leaving her chuckling as (y/n) shook her head no. A relieved smile managed to find its way to the guy’s lips, he was visibly relaxing while taking a step closer. Even though her body begged her to chase the distance, her mind urged her to stay right where she was, reminding her of her promise to finally find a distraction from Dean Winchester.

“Are you from around here?” She kept her voice quiet as she studied the guy, the plaid shirt he wore and those dark jeans that had a similar touch to the ones Dean currently wore. For a second, she let her eyes wander, not paying attention to the words the guy spoke, but Dean was nowhere to be found, disappearing from her sight. 

“It’s my friend’s birthday today, so I’ll have to get back to him.” (Y/n) mumbled while she shot the guy another smile. She turned towards the bartender to speak her order before the guy could gain her attention again, with his phone in his hand.

“Give me your number, maybe I can take you out for dinner or something?” The soft chuckle leaving her made him smile, watching her type her number into his phone before reaching for the two bottles of beer. She took a step away from him, with her gaze still focused on him, but the second she turned away, (y/n) stumbled into a broad chest, having to tighten her grasp on the bottles before she could drop them. 

Wide eyes found a pair of familiar green ones, getting lost in the darkening pupils for a moment or two. Dean’s jaw muscles were ticking in anger as his gaze flickered between (y/n) and the guy she had been talking to. It took her a moment to rip herself out of her frozen state before she tried to push past Dean, though without any luck. 

“What did he want from you?” Dean’s voice had something to it she couldn’t pinpoint, something that left her insides churning; something that left her straightening her spine. Her eyes wandered over his angry features, allowing her to take in his handsome features. If he weren’t such an asshole to her, she would have instantly fallen hard for him, begging the man for a chance to love him like he deserved to be loved. 

“That’s nothing of your concern, Dean. Let me go.” But Dean didn’t give in, he tightened his grip on her arm to pull her even closer. 

“Oh, but we both know that it is, sweetheart.” She couldn’t find a reply, the words were stolen right from her as his lips graced her warm cheek with his eyes set on the guy who was still watching the two. And with another squeeze of her arm, he finally let go of her, only to gently push her into Sam’s direction. 

……

She woke with a groan, forcing her eyes open to take in the darkness surrounding her. Slowly, (y/n) rolled onto her side to reach for her phone, reading the time. It was in the middle of the night, only a few hours after they had found their way back home from the bar. 

Since that moment with Dean, (y/n) had been deep in thought, not understanding the way he had behaved at the bar. She crawled out of her bed with a sigh, set on grabbing a new glass of water to clear her thoughts. Still surrounded by darkness, she made her way to the kitchen, carried by tired limbs that begged her to make it back to bed. 

“I knew you were still stealing my shirts.” Dean’s voice left her jumping, ripping a squeal out of her as she turned towards him. He was leaning against the table, arms crossed in front of his chest, eyes set on her frame. Heat rose to her features as she remembered that she was once again wearing a shirt of his, and nothing more. 

“You jerk, why do you always have to scare me like that?” He walked closer to her, allowing her to find his pupils. His chest was almost pushed against hers while he wordlessly stared down at (y/n). She was close to speaking up again, set on throwing another insult his way to get herself out of this situation before she could say or do something stupid. But the second his hands found her waist to heave her onto the cold kitchen island, she forgot every word she had planned to speak. 

“Did that guy call you?” His voice was raspy, making goosebumps appear on her exposed skin. (Y/n) could barely focus on his voice, distracted by the feeling of Dean lingering between her spread thighs and the way he grasped her hips with his big hands. 

“Maybe he did, so what?” His tongue kissed his teeth while he pondered over her words, staring at (y/n) with something she’d dream of for a while. It felt like heaven and hell were clashing, forcing them to balance a strong energy neither had felt before. It drew them closer with every passing second, growing between them while both could only endure its strength. 

“You’ll lose his number.” It was a simple command, words that drew a soft laugh out of (y/n) while she shook her head no. A laugh that lost its strength as Dean’s big hand found her throat, forcing her to quiet down. Her pupils grew wider at the touch, drawing a shaky breath out of (y/n). “He’ll never have you.”

“And you will?” She could only whisper her question, words that left Dean smirking as he dipped his head down. He was close to kissing her, lips ghosting over hers while her heart picked up its beat. 

“We both know that I already have you.” With one last squeeze of her throat, Dean pressed a kiss to the corner of her lips before letting go of her. (Y/n) was at loss for words, could only watch him take another step away from her with his teeth buried in his grinning lower lip, front still turned in her direction. 

(Y/n) needed a handful of seconds before she snapped into motion, jumping off the metallic kitchen island to haul herself into his space, lips finding his with her arms wrapped around his neck. Dean instantly replied to the kiss with one hand placed on her waist and the other cupping the back of her head to keep her close. Their tongues met to deepen the kiss, leaving both groaning at the new sensation. 

“I belong to nobody and if you keep on being such an asshole to me, you’ll be the last person to ever have me.” She mumbled the words against his lips before pushing him away, leaving Dean breathless while she walked back to her room with a smile glued to her slightly swollen lips. 

……

Music filled her room, cozying (y/n) along while she was reading. It had been hours since her kiss with Dean, a memory that left her buzzing with nerves whenever her mind took her back to those minutes. She was proud of herself for finding the confidence at that time, for pushing him away after a kiss she longed to experience again. 

His lips had felt all too soft, a perfect kiss she had always read of in books but had never experienced herself–until that very moment. He had tasted of beer and home, a strange sensation she hadn’t been able to shake so far. 

A soft knock forced her out of her thoughts, eyes flickering towards her door to watch Dean step into the room. They hadn’t shared a single word since that kiss, while she had hid herself in her room, Dean had given her enough space to sort through the chaos both were stuck in now. 

He closed the door behind himself before walking towards her bed. (Y/n) could only watch as he plopped down on her bed, gently taking her book to place it on her nightstand before pulling her into his chest. She could hear his heart racing as both were laying there in silence. 

“What are you doing, Dean?” (Y/n) shifted on his chest, eyes finding his while he kept his hand placed on her side. He stayed quiet, seemingly deep in thought with his eyes set on the ceiling rather than her face. 

(Y/n) barely allowed herself to properly look at Dean, to take in the beauty of the man who made her feel the most confusing emotions imaginable. She wanted to count his freckles, every single one of them reminding her of a galaxy million of lightyears away, each telling its own story. She wanted to get lost in the green eyes reminding her of a forest that had seen the most gruesome things and yet still managed to offer a home to those needing shelter. She wanted to kiss those plush lips again that made her feel more alive than she had ever felt before.

“I,” he cleared his throat as if he was trying to rip himself out of a trap, forcing his eyes back down to meet hers. “Somewhere along the way, since meeting you, I’ve realised that it’s much easier to rile you up, to annoy you and have you as an enemy rather than admit my feelings to you but also to myself. From the first day we met you at that diner, I knew I had found my match, the one who finally belongs to me. But fuck, my anxiety got the best of me, and I began spiralling. It was fucking immature of me, but I couldn’t stop, not as long as I couldn’t accept that I’ve loved you for years.” 

Tears welled up in her eyes as she pondered over his confession, the words that cut deeper than she liked to admit. Dean’s thumb wiped away her falling tear while tightening his grip on her. Both were choked up, struggling to keep on speaking as silence engulfed them once again. The seconds kept fading by, moments she desperately needed to sort through her confusion, the words she wanted to speak but was unsure of. 

“And you’re ready to accept it now?” (Y/n)’s voice trembled, buzzing through her body like lightning set on burning holes into her skin. Dean’s hand stroked up her spine until he found the back of her neck, pressing (y/n) close to kiss her softly. It took her a few seconds to let her lips move, tongues meeting much slower than they had for their first kiss.

“If you’ll let me love you like you deserve to be loved, I am ready to accept it and fight for it.” A part of her knew that she should leave his side, kick him out of the room, and curse him for thinking she’d ever give him a chance, but the other, bigger part, begged her to give in, to finally grasp this chance she had silently hoped for whenever her anger turned into desperation and longings. 

“Kiss me, Dean.” He didn’t need to be told twice. Dean dipped his head down to kiss her with one hand finding her cheek. It wasn’t a soft kiss, fuelled by unspoken emotions and longings, and yet both took their time to properly explore their newfound territory. Carefully, Dean pushed her off his chest to hover over her with one leg finding its way between her thighs.

They didn’t break the kiss as he softly pressed his thigh against her heat, drawing a moan from (y/n) at the sudden contact. Heat buzzed through her body, down her spine and straight to her pulsing bundle. (Y/n) tried to push herself closer, moving with just enough strength to moan once again. 

“Can you make yourself cum on my thigh, sweetheart? Show me how much you need to be touched.” Her eyes found his stormy ones, getting lost in the rich colour for a second before a shaky exhale left her. (Y/n) pulled Dean down for another kiss while she moved against his thigh again, supported by him as he met her movements with more urgency.

Her body was burning, shaking from the excitement she couldn’t let go of; the anticipation pushing her towards the edge she’d fall from at least two times that day. Dean kissed his way down her throat, sucking on the spots that made her arch her back off the mattress. Goosebumps covered her body while she lost grip on reality, allowing her body to move without her mind’s guidance while searching for that high she could already feel creeping closer. 

“Such a good girl, look at how perfect you look, fuck, I can’t wait to see you all done with my cock buried inside of you.” He rasped the words against her ear, forcing (y/n)’s hands to find his forearms to hold on, clawing her fingernails into his skin. She was close already, about to let go with his name rolling off her tongue as the fabric offered just enough friction to make her gasp. 

His name rolled off her tongue as she came, eyes squeezed shut, back arched, toes curled. Dean could only stare down at her, mesmerised by the sight he’d take to the grave, forever remembering the first time he made her cum. With his lips meeting hers again, he managed to rip her out of her hazy daze, forcing her hands to move as they tugged on his shirt. 

They parted for a moment, allowing Dean to get rid of his shirt and his trousers, while she mimicked his movements, undressing herself with trembling fingers. Her mind was racing, leaving her buzzing as it slowly began to dawn on her what was about to happen, that she was about to let the man she had hated for years fuck her. 

“Tell me you want this as much as I do. I won’t touch you otherwise.” Dean’s murmured words made a smile widen on her lips. Even though she struggled to reply, eyes and mind fully focused on his naked body, the muscles she wanted to kiss, the cock that grew harder with every passing second, she parted her swollen lips. 

“I want you, Dean, mark me up.” With his grin glued to his lips, he watched her reach for a condom, rolling it down his cock to draw a soft groan from him. They held eye contact as he positioned himself on top of her, letting his fingers brush through her dripping slit for a moment before finally pushing into her. 

Groans and moans left the two at the new sensation, with her walls fluttering around him and his cock disappearing further and further inside of her. Dean pressed his forehead against hers as a deep exhale left her as if she needed to relax, to tell herself that everything was alright. He moved slowly, careful at first, giving (y/n) enough time to adjust while their bodies kept meeting with every thrust. 

“Fuck, you feel so perfect.” Dean’s words drew a small chuckle out of (y/n). Her arms found their way around his neck, letting her fingernails scratch at his skin on their way up his neck. The second she found his roots to tug on them, Dean added more speed to his thrusts, set on leaving marks just like she had asked him to. 

She was about to moan his name, about to beg Dean to move faster, but the sound of her ringing phone forced her attention away from him. For a second, his pace began to falter, but then a smirk widened on his lips. 

“Who is it?” Her wide eyes found their way back to his. 

“The guy from the bar.” She was breathless, struggled to reply while a desperate whine left her. She needed Dean to move again, to push her closer to the edge with his cock buried deep inside of her. 

“Pick up.” Confusion was laced in her gaze as she watched Dean reach for the phone. He answered the call before he pushed it into her direction. They held eye contact as he began to move once again, fucking her even deeper than before.

“Hi, (y/n). I wanted to ask if you’re free tonight? I’d like to take you out for dinner.” (Y/n) struggled to stop her moans from leaving her, not wanting to give away what she and Dean were currently doing–even though Dean was clearly set on proving to the guy that she was now taken. 

“Hi, listen,” Dean’s thrust met her swollen spot the second she began speaking, drawing a moan from her she couldn’t bite down. Embarrassment was about to flush through her, widening her pupils while Dean’s smirk kept growing bigger. “I’m sorry, but I can’t.”

Another moan left her as Dean met that spot again and again, letting the phone fall from her hands while hoping that the guy would simply hang up. No longer could she care about anything but the way Dean fucked her, letting his fingers meet her pulsing bundle to give her the needed push. 

“Cum for me, baby.” His lips met hers as she came, swallowing her moans while he fucked her through the sensation. (Y/n)’s body was buzzing, trembling beneath Dean as he searched his own high with fast thrusts that left her whimpering. He came with a groan moments later, thrown over the edge. 

“Fuck, that was something.” His husky words left her chuckling. She watched him roll off her to get rid of the condom before finding his way back to her bed. Dean’s warmth engulfed her, his arms pulled her against his chest as he pressed a kiss to her hairline. 

“We still have to talk about all of this.” (Y/n) whispered words drew a hum from Dean, who found himself being pulled back into his hazy thoughts. 

“I’ll do whatever it takes to earn your forgiveness, I promise, sweetheart.” Her eyes flickered up to meet his, studying the unreadable expression he wore. 

“As long as you keep touching me like that I’m sure we’ll find a way.”

[magics-neptunes-things]

Bang, Bang.

Hi guys!

So this is from this request and it won't be an happy one. It might contain some medical things who aren't right, but I'm not a doctor even if I made some research to write something logical.

Please enjoy and thanks again dear anon for your perfect request ♥

Also no proofreading for now, sorry!

TW : Fight between lover, gun, shooting, bleeding, hospital, coma, sadness and a lot of angst.

Champion’s league finale. You are playing with your team against Barcelona and more specifically your girlfriend’s team. The Spanish are looking for another cup to continue to break all the records, but your team is very motivated to stop them. It would be the first Cup for your club and for you, too. It’s not ideal playing against your girlfriend honestly, but you knew when you start dating that it was a risk to take.

Alexia and you are together for more than two years now, your forever crush becoming reality at a point during the Euro and when Alexia did her ACL. It’s not easy being away from your girlfriend, even if you are playing in Manchester city with some of your national teammates and friends (Laia Aleixandri and Leila Ouahabi).

The game is tough, at the end of the ninety minutes, each team has scored two goals. At the 93 minutes, you manage to take the best on the defender who is marking you, using your full speed after having received a very good pass from Laia. You can hear the crowd screaming, City’s fans encouraging you while Barcelona’s fans are booing. But when you are facing the keeper, you shut everything and send a cannonball in the upper corner of the net. The keeper can’t do anything.

You don’t have time to register that you just scored 1 minute before the end of the adding time, your teammates tackling you on the ground. This is a mix of jersey, hair, hug and pat on the head for several seconds, before the referee ask you to go back to your position to start the game again.

She made you play two minutes more to catch up the time you lost while celebrating, but Barcelona don’t score. Then the whistle resonate in the stadium and you just won the UEFA Champions League. Not knowing how to react, you stay still for many seconds, before someone jump on your back to train you in a group hug.

You don’t stay a long time though, you want to check on Alexia. You easily find your girlfriend sitting on the ground, her jaw clenched. There is no one around her, so you chose to go to see her. You promised each other that you won’t be resentful to the other, whatever the ending of this game is.

So you think nothing more than being a recomfort to your girlfriend when you arrive next to her.

“Hi” you say softly.

You don’t know if Alexia realized your presence before you talk, but the eyes she lays on you aren’t really friendly. But you decide not to stress about it, kneeling next to her to put a comforting hand on her arm.

“You played very well. I’m so proud of you for the way you leaded your team. And this goal was something else.”

You smile, referring to the second goal, a real banger from Alexia. She doesn’t answer anything, so you just continue talking.

“You can be proud of yourself too, you know? You did everything you could and gave all you could. It’s –“

“Can you please shut the fuck up?”

Alexia doesn’t look at you when she cuts you, but you can tell how angry she is just with the tone of her voice. You are surprised enough to stay quiet and she continues.

“Don’t act like you have all the merits on this win. Your team is lucky that some girls are injured and that we don’t have our usual team playing tonight. If we had all the players, we would have crush you. Don’t take your win for what it’s not. You are just lucky, this has nothing to do with talent.”

Well, you didn’t expect that. Alexia has always been supportive of you, but more generally she always has been respectful and fair play to her opponents. You realize that there is Leila and Patri standing behind you when Alexia gets up to go somewhere else.

“Alexia.” Patri says in a tone of reproach.

But your girlfriend doesn’t answer anything, still walking to the Barcelona’s bench. You can only look at her leaving, stunned by her reaction. You take Leila’s hand who helps you to get up.

“Don’t listen to her” Patri says before hugging you. “You were amazing.”

“Thank you” you mumble.

Leila hugs you tightly too, not without looking at Alexia with reproach too. After that, the ceremony has a bitter taste for you, to be honest. It can’t be seen on picture, you are smiling between Alanna Kennedy and Laia, raising the cup or kissing it. Or being kissed on the head by Laia.

But in reality, you just want to talk to your girlfriend. She didn’t look at you when she passed between the two lines of your team when she goes to take her silver medals. And then she just went to the locker room, not even watching you raise the cup. It hurts, as much as her words did.

But you try to be understanding, you know how bad your girlfriend deal with the idea of losing anything, probably taking all the mistakes on herself. You manage to catch her, hair down and wet, before she leaves with her teammates to take the bus to go back to her hotel.

“Alexia!” you call her.

You don’t see her sigh and roll her eyes, which is good otherwise you probably will be hurt a little more. She was walking with Irene and Ona and turn around to look at you. You already talked with the two others after the game, so you smile back at them when they smile to you before leaving both of you.

“What do you want?” Alexia says harshly.

You are a little stunned, by the tone of her voice and the question. But you don’t say anything, trying to ignore the strange feeling in your stomach. Alexia never talked to you that way. You almost never fought since you are together.

“Talk to you? Can we at least have some minutes together?”

There is a moment of silence.

“No. I don’t want to talk or see you right now.”

********

The celebrations are strange after that. You make all the efforts you can to keep a smile on your face and not ruin your teammate’s joy. Alanna and Leila are looking at you with intensity and you’re pretty sure that Leila told to Alanna what happened between you and Alexia. But you manage to keep them away from you enough to be able to leave as soon as Kerstin.

You tried several times to call Ale when you go back to your hotel, but she doesn’t answer. You prefer to think that she’s asleep and not ignoring you. You send her a message after that, hopping to have an answer during the night or in the morning.

You didn’t.

The morning after, when you wake up, you realize that there is no message from Alexia. Your social media are full of notifications but nothing from your girlfriend. You haven’t post anything either, not wanting to upset your girlfriend even more.

You were supposed to stay in Paris, where the finale was played, together for two days before going back to Barcelona. But with Alexia not giving you any news, you are really scared that she chose to go back to Barcelona without you.

After reading the list of your friends in the Barcelona’s team, you chose to try to call Ona. You can’t help but smirk when you hear Lucy’s voice instead of the Spaniard. But your friend comes several seconds after, and you are finally able to ask if she has news from Alexia.

You are relieved to learn that she’s still in Paris, and even more when Ona accepts to make you sneak in the hotel. Your plan is to go buy some flowers and chocolate for your girlfriend; this is her guilty pleasure. You discovered that during the first weeks of dating her.

After some research, you chose the best chocolate shop around your hotel and go to it to buy some. You take some time to select them, being sure that Alexia will enjoy every single one of them. When you are happy with it, you pay the box but add a cute white teddy bear sitting next to the cashier. No one seems to recognize you, which you are glad for. Like this you can take all the time you want.

You decide to walk to go to the florist, situated between the chocolate shop and Alexia’s hotel. The weather is great, sunny but not too hot. It’s still hotter than Manchester though.

The florist is very nice, and you look around while she’s serving other people who were already here when you arrived, right now it’s a family with a small girl smiling at you. You love the smell in here. The roses are amazing, and you ask the florist something with red roses in it. You look at her ease to make a wonderful bouquet with amazement.

“Tout le monde les mains en l’air !“

You hear the shout before you see the man, but the sweet florist’s face is suddenly very white. You don’t understand what was told, so you turn around to look what is happening.

There is a man with his face hidden behind a mask who is pointing a gun in your direction. You are glad that the family with the cute toddler left.

“A genoux!”

You don’t understand and you have to look around to know what he’s asking. The other raised their arms and are now kneeling, while you are still standing without moving.

That seems to make the man very mad. When you turn your eyes to him once again, he says something that might be a swear word. Then there is a sound of gunfire and the pain you feel is worst than anything you felt in your life.

You hit your head hard on the ground and suddenly the people around are screaming, but you don’t understand why. They are talking in French, and you have trouble to understand anything. It seems to you that the man got the money he wanted before leaving. The rush in your ears is very unpleasant and when you look at your chest, you realize that there is a big, red spot on your white shirt.

Suddenly there is a woman kneeling next to you, grabbing your face to make you look at her. It’s the florist.

“Hey! We called the ambulance, they are coming, ok? Stay awake, please.”

“I need to call Alexia” you breath, while taking your phone from your pocket.

“OK. I’ll press something on your stomach to stop the bleeding, ok?”

You just nod. Your hands are shaking while you open your phone, and your vision is blur when you look for your girlfriend’s number. It’s not hard to find though, she’s on the top of your list. You let the phone ring for several longs minutes before accepting the fact that Alexia won’t answer.

“She’s maybe still asleep” the girl points.

“No” you whisper shakily. “She’s mad at me. Those were supposed to be gifts for her”

“I’m sure she’ll love it”

You start to have trouble to breath. You close your eyes and try to take a big breath. You start to feel anxious too. Are you going to die without having heard your girlfriend’s voice a last time? Without being able to tell her how much you love her, how much she means for you?

You suddenly feels very tired, you understand what it’s mean. Fighting to open your eyes, you look for the woman’s eyes before talking. It seems like you don’t speak very loud, because she leans on you to understand.

“Will you tell her that I love her? Please. She always meant the world to me and I’m sorry that she’s so upset. Will you tell her?”

The woman’s eyes are wet when she talks to you.

“You will tell her yourself, Sweetheart.”

You know you won’t be able to. So you need her to promise you.

“Please. There are no words strong enough, but I love her more than anything. Will you give her my presents too? I wrote a card with the bear”

Your words are hard to pronounce, but you manage to say every single one of them, being sure to be understand. The woman nods and you feel relieved.

“I’m sure she loves you too.”

The woman cup your face and you decide to believe her. You close your eyes again and let yourself being wrapped by the memories you have with Alexia. The best of your life.

********

Alexia is sitting in a chair, her head in her hands. Everything seems unreal. Her eyes are red from crying, her throat is dry, and her head is pounding painfully. And she wonders if her breathing will be normal again at a moment.

She feels awful.

She was the worst girlfriend in the world for you and you never deserved it. You took the time to find her to talk to her even if you were probably drunk with the adrenaline of the win. You said sweet words to her, took the time to comfort her and she still had this behavior.

To be fair to her, she was really trying to find a way to come back to you to apologize. She was showering when you tried to call her after being shot, not knowing that you already made a plan with Ona to come to her.

Then, she received the worst call of her life. She’s the number one on your emergency calls so the hospital you were transferred to call her as soon as they could. It was three days ago, and she never left this room since.

You had a surgery and when she arrived in your room at first, you weren’t even here. Then they bring you in it and she learned that you probably won’t make it. But it’s been three days, and you are still here, your brain seems to still work correctly, and your heart is still beating.

You lost a lot of blood though and several of your organs got touched by the bullet. You are healing and it’s only because you are an athlete and in a very good shape that you are still alive.

Just when she thought that nothing could get worse, she received a visit that she didn’t except. She frowns at first when a cute girl entered your room with a teddy bear, a chocolate box and flowers. But then the florist explained to her what you ask her to do and that the precise moment where Alexia lost it.

You parents and Alexia’s mother join you in the hospital to be there for you, but for Alexia too. Ale’s mother never managed to get Alexia out of your room. Alexia sleep on the chair, Alexia eats the awful hospital’s food, Alexia takes shower in the bathroom of your room.

Sometimes she cries, sometimes she just looks at you. No one never heard her voice since she’s here. She’s so hurt that she feels like she can’t speak anymore. She only speaks to you when you both are alone. She’s so hurt, too, that she wants to rip her heart of her chest.

Alexia lost track of time, her mother and your parents left several hours ago now, and the sky is dark. The bips from the monitoring are still in the background, but Alexia doesn’t pay attention to them anymore. Unless they are making strange sounds, like yesterday. Your heart was suddenly in great difficulty.

The nurses explain to her after having stabilized you that it’s because your body need a lot to heal, and it could be hard for your heart.

The Spaniard keeps thinking that her behavior probably had hurt your heart so much that she’s responsible of your state. She is wrong of course, even if she was bad after the game, it’s not in any case of her fault.

When Alexia raises her head again to look at you, you are still with your eyes closed, your skin paler than ever. You are Spanish too, you have a natural tan skin, but now you look… ill. Alexia hates it.

“Mi Amor” she whispers while taking your hand in hers, her throat hurts when she talks. “I know you are doing everything you can to heal and come back. You don’t know what your life means to a lot of people here. Your parents, your family, your friends, your fans… Me, of course. But I don’t know if you steel want me after everything that happened. You got hurt because of me.”

If she wasn’t a little shit, you wouldn’t have been in this flower shop. That’s what she shouts to her sister when Alba tried to make her leave your room. Tears are rolling again on her cheeks, and you would probably kiss them if you were awake.

“I am so sorry. I’ll give everything to be at your place. I’m not able to ask it, but please come back. I need you so much. I don’t know how I am supposed to continue without you. You weren’t at Barcelona, but it’s seems like you are everywhere every time. Everything makes me think about you. I need you. Please. I’m so sorry.”

Alexia lost her father several years ago and it was heartbreaking, of course. Her father was her model when she was younger. Her guide. But you, you are the love of her life and she is convinced that she won’t survive your lost.

“Take the time you need to heal and then I’ll do everything for you to forgive me.”

Tears are rolling freely on her face, but she doesn’t care anymore since a very long time. She rather kisses your hand, relieved to feel the warm of your skin on her lips. Alexia frowns slightly while looking at your fingers though. They had to remove the ring you were usually wearing on your finger; the one Alexia offered you for your one year together. Alexia wears it around her neck on her chain, her fingers being too big to wear it on her finger.

“I love you. I’ll stay with you every second until you wake up.”

She means it and she did it. Even when they were other games played, she never left your side. They talked about transferring you in England, where you live, but Alexia refused, and your parents agreed with her. They never doubt about the love Alexia had for you; you never hide from them how good Alexia treated you during your time together.

You weren’t really aware of that to be honest. You were somewhere over the rainbow, far away from your girlfriend and the one you love. Even if it isn’t the case for Alexia, it’s better for you. Seeing Alexia’s distress would probably break you. You sometimes feel lighter, but you like to think that it’s the time when Alexia takes your hand or kiss it.

********

“We would like to make her try to breath without monitoring. We need to see if she’s able to breath alone.”

“No.”

Alexia’s answer is harsh and cold, but her mother puts a hand on her shoulder to calm her. Your mother is more diplomatic about her answer.

“Isn’t it risky?”

“Everything is risky” the doctor says, trying to ignore Alexia’s glare. “But her organs are better, and we need to revise her treatment. We will stop the monitoring for an hour, and we will check her oxygen constantly during the process.”

“What if she stops breathing?” Alexia asks.

“The chances are very rare. In fact,…”

“What. If. She. Stops. Breathing.”

Your father smirks when your girlfriend talks again, carefully articulating each of her words with cold anger. He always loved Alexia and he probably loves her even more right now.

“We will put her back on monitoring and try something else.”

Alexia snorts and crosses her arms on her chest. She hates that idea; she hates the idea that they are putting you in danger without any reason. She doesn’t say that it’s bullshit just because her mother is here and she is always careful about the words she chooses when Eli is around.

“I won’t leave her side a single second” she rather informs your medical team.

She doesn’t when they try, her eyes being on the screen with the indicator of your oxygen in your body or on your chest, watching it raise every single time. When one hour is passed and you are still breathing normally, she feels a little better. The medical team decided to let you like this for now, wanting to see if you can make the night.

The night pass and you are still breathing. Then a whole day.

“I’m so proud of you” Alexia whispered against your forehead before kissing it softly.

She explained to her mother how she treated you the next time you saw her, the guilt was eating her alive. Her mother didn’t try to tell her that she’s wrong to feel that way, Eli agreed with Alexia about how bad she was. She nevertheless comforts her daughter with words she knew were true. She remembers to Alexia how much you love her and that you still went to grab her presents before wanting to come to her.

Three days without monitoring and you are still breathing like you are peacefully sleeping. They are still feeding you with your catheter but other than that you don’t need anything to be alive.

Everything was fine and that’s why she panicked when you start to whine suddenly. Hands shaking, she jumps from her chair looking around before pressing the button to call the nurses. She doesn’t know what she managed to say, but the nurses start to talk way to fast in French, one of them taking her phone to call the doctor.

“What is happening?” Alexia asks, her breath almost impossible to take.

“We need you to leave the room for a little time” one of the nurses asks her.

“No way!”

“Alexia…”

Eli’s voice makes her daughter looks around, but the blond doesn’t move. She just shakes her head, informing every single person in the room that she won’t leave you. Bad or good news, she will be here. She needs to be here.

The three women don’t have the time to convince Alexia a little longer, because the doctor suddenly comes into your room, talking in French too and Alexia wonders if she will explode from frustration soon.

She sees several monitors coming into your room too and when your mother-in-law comes to your girlfriend to pass her arms around her shoulder, Alexia looks at her with lost eyes.

“Is that it? Is she dying?” she whispers.

Eli feels her heart break, but she doesn’t answer. She doesn’t know. She just cups her daughter’s face and keep her face on her chest. Eli doesn’t move when Alexia grip her arms pretty hard, tightening her daughter even closer to her, trying to protect your girlfriend from another lost.

The next minutes were agonizing for your girlfriend, and she can’t open her mouth when the doctor comes next to her. She doesn’t understand all the bip from the different monitors around you. She doesn’t know if you are still alive or not.

“She is ok” he says at first, having learn to understand Alexia through the days, and your girlfriend feels like she might faint from relieving. “I think she is trying to wake up. The next hours will be decisive.”

After that, Alexia sits even closer to your face to have a better look at you. Every night her mother goes back to the house Alexia rent for her and your family so they can be close to you.

She hasn’t sleep since more than twenty-seven hours when you move again. But this time you open your eyes and look around. You seem scared, your eyes looking around you.

“Sh Bébé, can you hear me?” Alexia whispers after having regained some composure.

Her hand is on your face, soft like a feather. She manages to calm you quickly and you nod very softly. Alexia sees it anyway.

“You are at the hospital. You are safe, ok? Just try to breath a little slowly.”

You keep looking at her, trying your best to calm yourself. You don’t know how many minutes have passed before you swallow your saliva and open your mouth.

“No. Don’t talk. Keep your energy, ok?” Alexia whispers again.

As your memories come back, you are relieved to see that Alexia is by your side. She looks like she hasn’t sleep or eat in the last two weeks, but you don’t leave her face with your eyes, even when she moves to let the doctor and nurses check several things on you.

You tiredly let them do what they want with you and Alexia never left you with her eyes either. She watches the medical team to be sure they are doing things right with you. When they talk to you in English, you are way to tired to understand what they are saying. Luckily, your girlfriend is here to translate in Spanish.

“They want to know if you are hurt somewhere. Don’t shake your head, just close your eyes two times if you are hurt and one if you are ok.”

You blink slowly one time. You are not hurt, you are tired. Your answer seems to relieve everyone around and you close your eyes to rest when they are talking in English again. Alexia answers something and you trust her to make things right. They are talking for several minutes before the silence is here again.

You open your eyes suddenly, scared that Alexia has left too. But she’s here, typing on her phone, informing your parents and family that you are awake. She seems surprised to see you watching her when she puts her phone down.

“I thought you fall back asleep” she says softly, turning her body to look at you. “Do you want to drink?”

You blink once and she almost run to get you a glass of water from the bathroom. If you were able, you probably have laugh at her. You hope to have a little of water in your mouth can help you to talk. Alexia uses the buttons of the bed to make you seat and is very careful in every of her move to help you drink.

“They said a little bit at time”

You oblige and the feeling is amazing honestly. You look at your girlfriend and you focus on your sentence before talking, not wanting to waste any energy.

“Did you get my presents?”

Your voice is awful, but it’s not a surprise. You don’t really know since when you are here, without talking. But you need to know.

Alexia turns in your direction and suddenly her eyes are wet with tears and her hands are shaking.

“I did. That sweet girl came in here to give them to me the first day. The flowers are here” she points them. “Thank you, even if you shouldn’t needed to get me any of this. We will talk about it later, but Y/N/N I’m so sorry. You didn’t deserve the way I treated you. You are the sweetest and most perfect girl in the world. And I love you more than anything.”

“Alexia…”

She puts her finger on your lips, putting you in silence.

“Keep your energy for when your parents are coming.”

You roll briefly your eyes and for the first time in weeks, Alexia smiles. Not her sometimes awkward smile, who makes you think about that Friend’s episode where Chandler is supposed to smile for his engagement’s pictures. You always teased her about it.

“I love you more than anything too” you whisper when she takes her finger back. “Stay with me?”

“Of course I will”

You don’t know that she never left your side since you are here. Just like her mother several hours ago, she cups your face with extra care before stroking your hair. Right to her words, Alexia never left you for a second and wait for you to be able to go back to Barcelona for your recovery.

********

Several Months Later.

“What would you think about me coming to play in England?”

In shock, you spit out the pudding you were innocently eating. Like every morning since your hospitalization, Alexia and you are talking over FaceTime while you are eating your breakfast. Like always, Alexia just came back from her morning jogging and is eating her breakfast too.

“What the hell are you talking about?” you ask, the choc passed.

“Me playing in Manchester? I really want to be close to you. I hate being so far away from you and being able to have you in my arms only for two weeks every two months.”

You probably are dreaming or hallucinating. You look at your girlfriend on your screen like if you were waiting for her to tell it’s only a joke. That’s what you are waiting, to be honest.

“Alexia, you will die in the English weather” you point. “And they are eating pudding and beans on a toast for breakfast here, I don’t know how you would survive.”

Your girlfriend rolls her eyes – just like she hates you do – and seems suddenly to find her tortilla very interesting.

“Don’t you want me there with you?” she asks with insecurity.

Since you got shot, you sometimes have the impression that she’s just waiting for you to break up with her. Something you will never do, how in the world are you supposed to live without your reason to breath?

“That’s not the point Cariño” you assure her with a smile. “I would love to be able to wake up every morning next to you.”

“What is it then?”

She’s almost pouting and you want to squeeze her cheeks with your hands.

“There is something I haven’t talked to you about.”

She looks panicked when she raises her eyes on your, turning your head back on you so quickly that you wonder if she hurts herself.

“What?”

“Don’t be mad, ok?” you begin, starting to eat your porridge again. “But I might have received an offer from Barcelona. I haven’t talk to you about yet because I wanted to be sure that it’s a real offer and that they are serious about it. City seems ok with me coming back to Barcelona, but nothing is signed for now.”

“Do you want it? Coming back?”

You look at your girlfriend thoughtfully. You understand where this question comes from, Alexia just wants to be sure that you are not doing things for her, but for you and your career.

“I miss Barcelona. I miss the Spanish weather, I miss my family… Sure I’ll miss Laia and Leila and the RFEF is still shit, but I want to give it a try.”

“Ok” Alexia smiles.

You can see that she’s thinking about something, but you don’t pressure her to talk. You know that it will comes when she will be ready. You finish your breakfast, talking about everything and nothing while Alexia looks at you from the corner of her eyes. The thoughts haunting her mind come out loud several minutes later.

“Are you going to go back to your parent’s?”

“Like living with them?” you raise an eyebrow before continuing when Alexia nods. “No, of course not. I’m 24 years old, I’m way to old to live with my parents again” you laugh softly. “Why?”

“I was thinking that there’s enough room in my closet for both of us. If you want it.”

“Are you asking me to move in with you?” you smile tenderly.

“Yes, if you want to?”

“I would love it, Ale.”

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To be honest with you I wanted to make R died but I can't stand a sad Alexia.

[ms-snape]

Severus snape x reader. She just find ou that she’s pregnant? And didn’t know how to say it to Severus.

Title: New Hope

Warning: none... exept stressed reader I guess...

Words Count: 2000+

Masterlist

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Y/N Snape had never imagined that standing amidst the lush greenhouses of Hogwarts, surrounded by the vibrant life of magical plants, she would feel so utterly lifeless herself. For weeks now, she had felt a gnawing sense of fatigue, the kind that no amount of rest could cure. Her usually nimble fingers, once adept at trimming and caring for the delicate blooms and exotic roots, felt heavy, sluggish. Nausea had become a familiar visitor, creeping up on her with increasing frequency.

At first, she dismissed it as overwork, perhaps an accidental inhalation of some stray pollen or spore. But when the dizziness grew so severe that she had to excuse herself from her third-year class, Y/N knew it was time to seek Madam Pomfrey’s guidance. She wasn’t one to visit the hospital wing lightly, but something was clearly wrong.

Now, sitting on the edge of a bed in the pristine, sterile room, she anxiously awaited Madam Pomfrey’s return. The soft hum of the enchanted ceiling above, designed to soothe patients with a gentle twilight glow, did little to calm the storm of thoughts swirling in her mind. Severus was busy in his dungeons, likely unaware that she had even left the greenhouse, and Y/N couldn't shake the nagging sense of dread building in her chest.

When Madam Pomfrey finally entered, her expression unreadable, Y/N felt her breath catch in her throat.

“Well, Professor Snape,” Madam Pomfrey began, her tone gentle but professional, “I’ve reviewed the results of the tests I performed.”

Y/N leaned forward slightly, her hands clenching in her lap. “Is it… is it serious?”

Pomfrey’s lips twitched into a small smile. “Not in the way you might think.” She paused for a moment, as if weighing her words carefully before continuing. “You’re pregnant, Y/N.”

For a heartbeat, Y/N didn’t react. The word hung in the air like a foreign concept, something distant and impossible. Pregnant? She blinked, confusion clouding her thoughts. Her mind raced through the possibilities, the implications.

“You’re sure?” she finally managed to ask, her voice barely above a whisper.

Pomfrey nodded, her eyes warm with understanding. “Quite sure. Based on the symptoms you’ve described and the tests I ran, I’d estimate you’re about ten weeks along.”

Y/N felt the world tilt around her, as if the ground had shifted beneath her feet. Pregnant. She placed a trembling hand over her abdomen, where a tiny life was beginning to grow. This was real. This was happening.

“I… I didn’t expect this,” she murmured, more to herself than to Pomfrey. “I didn’t even think… Severus and I… we never talked about having children...”

The weight of those words settled heavily in her chest. Severus. How would she tell him? They had been married for nearly two years now, and though their bond was strong, they had never once discussed starting a family. In fact, she vividly recalled Severus’s past comments about children—his distaste for their unpredictability, his general discomfort around them. He had always preferred the solitude of his potions lab, the quiet precision of his work. A child would shatter that carefully constructed world.

Would he even want this? Would he be angry? Disappointed?

“I don’t know how to tell him,” Y/N whispered, her voice trembling. “What if… what if he doesn’t want this baby?”

Pomfrey’s gaze softened with sympathy. “Y/N, I can’t speak for Severus, but I do know that he loves you deeply. Whatever his feelings about children may have been in the past, this is different. This is your child. His child.”

Y/N nodded, but the anxiety still twisted tightly in her chest. She thanked Pomfrey quietly before slipping out of the hospital wing, her mind spinning with the weight of the news she now carried.

The following days passed in a blur. Y/N moved through her classes on autopilot, her mind always half-distracted, her heart heavy with the secret she held. Each evening, she would sit with Severus in their private quarters, sharing quiet meals, but the words she so desperately needed to say remained lodged in her throat. She couldn’t find the courage to tell him, not yet.

It was during one of these particularly restless days that Minerva McGonagall caught her lingering outside the Great Hall, her eyes distant as students bustled past her. Y/N had been so lost in her thoughts that she hadn’t noticed the Transfiguration professor approaching until Minerva’s voice broke through the haze.

“Y/N, dear, you look a bit peaky. Is everything all right?”

Y/N blinked and forced a smile, though she could tell by the narrowing of Minerva’s eyes that it wasn’t convincing. “I’m fine, really. Just… tired.”

Minerva’s lips pressed into a thin line, her sharp gaze piercing through Y/N’s weak facade. “You’ve been looking more than tired lately. I’ve seen you lost in thought during meals, and you’ve barely spoken to anyone. What’s going on?”

Y/N hesitated, her hand instinctively moving to her stomach. She trusted Minerva, perhaps more than anyone at Hogwarts aside from Severus. But saying the words aloud—admitting the truth—felt too terrifying.

Minerva, however, was not one to let things lie. She stepped closer, her voice softening. “Y/N, I’ve known you for many years as one of my student then as a colleague and friend. I can see that something is troubling you. You can tell me. Whatever it is, I’m here.”

Tears pricked at Y/N’s eyes before she could stop them. She hadn’t realized just how much she had been holding back, how much the weight of this secret had been wearing on her.

“I… I’m pregnant, Minerva,” she whispered, her voice breaking.

Minerva’s sharp intake of breath was immediate, her eyes widening in surprise. “Pregnant?” she repeated, her voice filled with astonishment. “That’s… well, that’s wonderful news, my dear!”

Y/N shook her head, wiping at her eyes with trembling hands. “I don’t know if it is. Severus… he doesn’t like children. We’ve never talked about having them. I’m terrified that he won’t want this baby.”

Minerva’s expression softened with understanding as she gently placed a hand on Y/N’s shoulder. “Oh, Y/N,” she said quietly. “I can understand why you’re afraid. But Severus loves you. And love has a way of changing even the most stubborn of minds.”

Y/N sniffled, but the knot of fear in her chest remained tight. “What if he doesn’t want it, Minerva? What if he resents me for this?”

Minerva squeezed her shoulder reassuringly. “Give him a chance. He may surprise you. You’ve brought so much light into his life already, Y/N, you've chnager him in so many ways. A child… it could be a new kind of hope for him.”

Though her words were kind, Y/N still couldn’t shake the lingering fear. She thanked Minerva for her support, but as the days passed, her anxiety only seemed to grow.

It was three days later when Y/N was summoned to Albus Dumbledore’s office. She had been sitting in the greenhouse, mindlessly trimming the leaves of a Flutterby Bush, when a house-elf appeared with a note requesting her presence. Her heart sank immediately. Had Dumbledore somehow found out? Did he know?Did Minerva told him?

When she entered the Headmaster’s office, the usual warm glow of the room seemed more oppressive than welcoming. Fawkes let out a soft trill from his perch, but Dumbledore himself was quiet, watching her with those piercing blue eyes from behind his desk.

“Y/N, please sit,” he said, his voice kind yet commanding.

She obeyed, her hands trembling slightly as she folded them in her lap. Dumbledore watched her for a moment, the silence stretching on before he finally spoke.

“There is something weighing heavily on your mind, my dear,” he said softly. “I have seen it in your eyes these past few days. Would you care to share what troubles you?”

Y/N bit her lip, her eyes fixed on the floor. She didn’t know how to explain the storm of emotions inside her. But this was Albus Dumbledore—he had a way of knowing, even when she didn’t want to say anything at all.

“I’m pregnant,” she whispered, the confession falling from her lips like a weight she could no longer carry alone.

Dumbledore’s eyebrows lifted slightly, but his expression remained calm, thoughtful. “I see,” he said gently. “And this news troubles you.”

She nodded, unable to meet his eyes. “We all know that Severus doesn’t like children.Plus we’ve never talked about having them. I’m afraid… I’m afraid he won’t want this.”

Dumbledore leaned forward, his hands clasped together atop his desk. “Severus Snape is a man of many complexities, Y/N. But if there is one thing I know about him, it is that he values you above all else. This child may be unexpected, but love has a way of blossoming even in the most unlikely of places.”

Y/N’s throat tightened, her fears still gnawing at her heart. “What if he doesn’t want to be a father? What if this ruins everything between us, everything we've built during those last two years?”

Dumbledore’s eyes twinkled with that familiar warmth as he spoke, his voice filled with the wisdom of someone who had seen more than most. “Severus has spent much of his life building walls around his heart, but you, my dear, have already found a way through those walls. This child will not tear you apart—it will bring you closer.”

Tears welled in Y/N’s eyes once again, and this time, she didn’t try to stop them. “I don’t know how to tell him,” she admitted, her voice thick with emotion.

Dumbledore rose from his seat and crossed the room to stand beside her, resting a hand on her shoulder. “Tell him the truth. Trust in the love you share. And remember, Y/N, that life is not a series of planned events, but rather a garden full of unexpected blooms. This child is a gift—a new beginning.”

That night, Y/N finally found the courage to tell Severus.

They were sitting by the fire in their quarters, the soft crackling of the flames filling the space between them. Severus was reading, his sharp eyes focused on the text before him, but Y/N could barely concentrate on the warmth of the room. Her heart pounded in her chest, her hands clammy with nerves.

“Severus” she began, her voice trembling slightly. He looked up from his book, his dark eyes immediately locking onto hers with concern.

“What is it love?” he asked, setting the book aside.

Y/N took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. “I… I have something to tell you.”

Severus’s brow furrowed, and for a moment, she saw a flicker of fear in his eyes. “Are you unwell?” he asked, his voice laced with worry.

She shook her head quickly. “No, it’s not that. It’s just…gosh this so hard to say.... I’m pregnant.”

For a moment, the words hung in the air between them, heavy and uncertain. Severus stared at her, his expression unreadable, and Y/N’s heart clenched painfully in her chest. She had expected him to say something, to react, but he was silent, his gaze fixed on her as if he were processing the information.

Then, slowly, Severus rose from his seat and crossed the room to her, kneeling down in front of her so that they were eye-level. His hands, usually so precise and controlled, were trembling slightly as he reached out to cup her face.

“Y/N,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “You’re pregnant?”

She nodded, tears welling in her eyes as she searched his face for any sign of rejection, any hint that he didn’t want this.

But instead, she saw something she hadn’t expected—joy.

Severus’s lips twitched into the smallest of smiles, his dark eyes softening as he looked at her. “You're carying....A child,” he murmured, almost in disbelief. “Our child.”

Y/N let out a choked sob, relief flooding her as she leaned into his touch.”I'm so sorry I didn't tell you sonner, I was so afraid you wouldn’t want this,” she confessed, her voice shaking. “I know you don’t like children, and I didn’t know how you’d feel about—”

Severus silenced her with a soft kiss, his hands cradling her face as if she were the most precious thing in the world. When he pulled back, his gaze was intense, filled with a depth of emotion that took her breath away.

“I don't like children who aren't when they are insufferable eleven years old students...I never thought I could have something like this,” he said quietly. “A family. With you.”

Y/N smiled through her tears, her heart swelling with love for the man who had once seemed so distant, so unreachable. “Are you… are you happy about this?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Severus’s smile widened, and for the first time, she saw a glimmer of hope in his eyes—a hope she had never thought possible.

“I’m more than happy,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “I’m honored, I'm proud. I can’t wait to meet our child.”

Tears streamed down Y/N’s face as she wrapped her arms around him, holding him close as the fire crackled softly in the background. She had been so afraid, so certain that this news would drive a wedge between them, but instead, it had brought them closer than ever before.

In that moment, as Severus held her in his arms, Y/N knew that everything would be all right. They would face this new chapter of their lives together, hand in hand, ready to nurture the life growing between them.

[mixelation]

wait here's something weird and kind of niche i wrote a while ago

sakura's POV, meant to be a build up to itasaku but barely contains a hint of itachi

From Sakura’s point of view, it goes like this. 

She takes a call from the Office of Public Health, which is located in the Fire Country capital and is a civilian institution. They theoretically have no power over anything Konoha does, but occasionally Sakura has to field angry calls about Konoha shinobi spreading diseases long distance, or putting things in public wells, or that one time some idiot chunin squad caused a landside that wiped out a major delivery of medicines to a rural province. 

“Konoha Hospital, Haruno speaking,” Sakura says, plastering a fake smile across her face even alone in her office. 

“Ah, yes, is this the…” The voice on the other end pauses, and Sakura hears the shuffling of papers. “Lead Medical Jounin?”

The woman says this like she can’t believe it’s a real title. But as of two months ago, it’s Sakura official, very important, and extremely high ranking title. It’s come with more annoying phone calls than she anticipated. 

“That’s me,” Sakura tells her. “To whom do I have the pleasure of speaking?”

The woman on the other side is head of Fire Country’s tuberculosis response team. She’s calling because of several very worrisome cases of TB across the Western provinces. 

“Multi-drug resistance is common in Water Country,” Sakura replies airily. She would rather people not be getting MDR-TB in general, but also, this is not her job unless this lady is about to tell her they tracked it to Konoha shinobi. 

Just to be sure, Sakura continues, “As you should know, Konoha includes an annual TB screen for all active shinobi, and a full course of antibiotics for any infected shinobi. Is this, perhaps, a courtesy call that we should be on the lookout for resistant strains?”

“It’s not coming from Water Country,” the woman tells her hotly. “We don’t know where it’s coming from. Contact-tracing hasn’t worked. These towns aren’t even on normal trade routes.”

Sakura’s cheeks are starting to hurt as her fake smile broadens. “Ah, well, if you require Konoha’s assistance, the more appropriate office is Mission Requests–”

“No traceable contacts paired with no obvious source,” the woman interrupts, “is almost always shinobi, Haruno-san.”

Sakura purses her lips, smile failing her. She just said they made sure anyone catching TB on the job was screened for and treated. She knows years ago that Tsunade had to handle some fiasco where a select few Konoha-nin were spreading an STI all over the place, but this situation is different. 

“What exactly do you want?” Sakura asks, voice hardening. 

“We’re auditing you,” the woman says. “I have an order signed by the Daimyo.”

Fuck, Sakura thinks. 

Sakura attempts to dump the audit on Tsunade. Tsunade laughs in her face. Sakura does manage to get approval for funding more overtime for medical ninja and staff to deal with it; Tsunade rarely argues against dumping money into the hospital or Medical Corps. 

Several thousand TB tests later, and many hours of Sakura organizing and photocopying records to prove they really were screening everyone, and she is royally pissed. Also, tired and probably malnourished from resorting to cup ramen for dinner too many nights. The audit is time consuming, and it doesn’t excuse her dealing with numerous other crises the hospital has just by virtue of being a hospital, on top of all her usual duties. 

Ms. TB Response Team deigns to make the trip down to Konoha to go through their audit. She looks exactly how Sakura imagined her on the phone: chin-length graying hair gelled into place, thick-rimmed glasses, a lab coat over a blouse and pencil skirt. It takes her and two other team members three days to go through the documents Sakura offers, and then another day to tour the labs to make sure they’re adequate. 

Ms. TB Response Team seems disappointed when they find nothing. Sakura doesn’t not want to harm a civilian woman just for doing her job, as annoying as it is. But she does sort of want to throw her desk through a window and yell I TOLD YOU SO. 

“This is good news,” Ms. TB Response Team says eventually, seated across from Sakura’s desk, “although inconvenient.”

Inconvenient? Sakura wonders, struggling to keep her smile in place. Yes, from the capital’s perspective, it would be a really convenient explanation if it were just Konoha ninja spreading TB around. They’d have their source and then also the ability to demand Konoha do something about it. 

But also: Tsunade’s Konoha doesn’t do this shit. Not with something as easily detectable as TB. 

“I’m glad we could assist in your investigation,” Sakura replies, surprising herself at how smooth her voice sounds. “Will that be all?”

“Mm, no,” Ms. TB Response Team responds, pushing up her glasses on her nose. “Perhaps the parameters of the audit were unclear. We’d also like to see your records on missing-nin movement.”

Shit, Sakura thinks. 

This one she really does get to dump on Tsunade. She’s positive of it as she opens the office door and gestures Ms. TB Response Team inside. 

Usually a small group like a disease response team wouldn’t be able to convince Konoha to share highly classified information like this. Another Kage probably wouldn’t let them at it, end of story. But Tsunde is a doctor first and Hokage second. She looks at the reports on MDR-TB, leans back in her chair, groans, and mashes the palms of her hands into her eyes. 

Multi-drug resistance means the bacteria do not respond to two or more of the available anti-TB drugs. This makes them difficult to treat, and untreated TB has a high mortality. They can’t let this spread. 

“Fine,” Tsunade eventually says. Ms. TB Response Team perks up. “No, I’m not letting you at our records. But I’ll let you have Sakura.”

Sakura immediately tenses, and the floorboard cracks underneath her as she shifts her position.

“Shishou,” she starts. 

“Sakura can go through the documentation and report back relevant findings,” Tsunade continues. “I assure you she’s highly competent.”

“Shishou,” Sakura repeats. “I have other important duties. Surely another shinobi is more suited to–”

She just got this position, and four out of the six months she’s been doing it have been this stupid audit. She doesn’t even have her feet under herself properly.

Tsunade eyes her levelly. “Learn to delegate,” she says. 

Several more floorboards crack when Sakura stomps out of her office ten minutes later.

[thedragonagelesbian]

say a little prayer for me

@antivan-surana & I were talking about Varric's sacrifice to save/stop Solas, particularly in light of a Hawke who stayed in the Fade, and I had so many feelings about it I just had to throw something together real quick...

Years later, and Varric Tethras still didn’t know how to start this. A lax Andrastian dwarf, only one generation removed from the Stone, praying for the soul of a city elf who had begun to worship the Dalish gods in the years before his passing, and it wasn’t like he had a ton of experience with praying in any religion anyway. Words like faith and conviction weren’t supposed to be for a man like him. Or so he’d been telling himself for a decade at least, but here he was all the same, knelt before his makeshift altar, a red wax candle, twigs of oak and cedar, and a portrait.

“Hey,” he said at last, as conversationally as he could manage. “Sorry it’s been so long since we last talked. You know how it is, this hero business takes up so much time, and since you’re not around to do it… which I don’t mind, by the way. I know you’re resting somewhere.” He sighed into the weight of that ‘somewhere,’ his theology too rusty to conjure up the specifics, but he always pictured a garden. Green and growing and vital. “At long last. But we’re getting close, Harding and I, that is, and maybe once that’s done, I’ll be able to rest too.”

He could enjoy a garden, if it meant seeing Cyrus Hawke again.

He taught himself how to paint just for this. There were plenty of portraits of the Champion out there, of course, but none of them were of Cyrus. They were of a legend, serious and severe, not a man with a toothy smile and eyes like the dawn. Varric had done the best he could to bring Cyrus back from his memories, with some embellishments here and there. Deeper smile lines. Greyer hair. So he might even imagine that they were growing old together.

“Join you, even,” Varric added, touching a hand to the frame and imagining the soft flesh he would’ve once felt beneath it. “But not until I deal with Solas, damnable arrogant asshole.” 

Whatever bite there might’ve been in his voice had worn away to weariness. He had spent so much time lately turning over his old conversations with the man (god). The one with the fisherman and the wine and the stars. The one where Solas had asked him How can you be happy surrendering, knowing it will all end with you? How can you not fight? At the time, Varric had been dismissive, so certain that living well was its own rebellion, but then, at the time, he had had someone to live well with.

Now, maybe he was the arrogant one, thinking he could change anything with the power of a liar’s friendship from a lifetime ago.

“Do you want to hear a story?” he asked suddenly. “Once upon a time, there was an elf, a dashing hero type as stubborn and prideful as they come. The world wasn’t kind to this elf; it weighed on his shoulders, wore him down, made him bitter and angry, but he kept carrying it all his life, because he was so sure he could fix it before it could break him. He never set that weight down. Never smelled the roses or sat in the sun, never slowed down long enough to…” Varric’s throat had clotted shut, and he had to swallow hard, shake his head, muster up his storyteller’s charm again. “And then he met a ravishing dwarf he just couldn’t resist who finally, finally got through that thick skull of his to the big heart underneath and convinced him to stop.”

If he said it with enough bluster, he could almost ignore the tears burning in his eyes.

“That’s the better ending, isn’t it? Better than what we got? I swear to you, Cyrus, I’ll get it right this time.”

Maker, please, he couldn’t pen another tragedy.

[hederasgarden]

I would LOVE anything with Vampire!Miles if you are so inspired (but no pressure!). Always a fan of angst or whump, but fluff/smutt is just as good! 💗

Oh I do adore Vampire!Miles (and you, Vee!).

Summary: Unexpected guests disrupt your time with Miles. Pairing: Vampire!Miles Miller x F!Reader W/C: 400 Rating: Biting, blood and the general creepiness that comes with vampires. A/N: This is part of my You Can Check Out Any Time You Like series.

It's a struggle to get your keys from your purse with all the shopping bags you carry. Just as you manage to get the keys in the lock the door opens unexpectedly.

“Oh. Thank you, Miles,” you say, not bothering to look up as you enter the run down motel you've called home these last six months. “I know you told me to stay out for a couple of hours, but I missed you.”

“Well, we’re pleased you’ve come home so early, aren’t we?” An unexpected voice says.

You look up, surprised to see a handful of strangers in the hotel lobby. Miles is nowhere to be found. The only thing that keeps you from full blown panic is the sight of Flynn at the bar. When you take a step back he shakes his head in warning and you still.

“Don’t you smell sweet,” a dark haired woman says, appearing beside you.

Her eyes are beautiful and green. You feel a pull, something centered in your chest that tugs you towards her. The bags in your hand fall to the floor without thought. The woman smiles but you don’t make it more than two steps before you’re grabbed by the back of your neck and yanked against an unyielding chest. You turn, relaxing when you realize it’s Miles

“Don’t look at anyone but me,” he commands. He looks angry but underneath, you can see that he's scared too. You twist in his grasp, offering your neck in an attempt to soothe him. He shudders and you hear the low hiss of the other vampires, hungry for you.

“Come now Flynn, tell the boy to share,” someone says. “We are all friends here.”

“She is mine,” Miles growls, pressing his thumb under your chin.

Your mind goes quiet and calm. His teeth are in your throat in a blink and you sag in his arms, his venom rushing through your body and filling you with that unnatural need. You moan and twist your fingers in his hair as he suckles at your skin. His erection presses into your stomach and you shamelessly tilt your hips, uncaring about your audience.

"Well, I think that was a fairly clear demonstration," Flynn drawls. "The little lady is off limits."

♡

Prompt me!

[ziteyra]

A good soldier

Recom! Miles Quaritch xfemal!Reader

🐟 Synopsis: Quaritch needs to settle into his new Navi body and mind while y/n tries to help him as a scientist after they have admired him for years. They work together with all of Operation Phoenix and the recom Team

🐟themes: no smut(yet), but cursing, a tiny bit of Quaritch trauma, relationship in development, enemy's to friends (?) feel free to suggest any other !

🐟 warnings: none except cursing

🐠 Note: Hehhe this is my first official try at something like this so feel free to send some tips. And I'm really not sure where this is supposed to go so well see ! Love y'all 💙

Chapter 1/? :))))))

Chapter 2

"I'm a monster" he screamed. Furiously trotting around in the small room, he first woke up in.

"Don't tell me I'm better equipped to hunt them now. If you could make me like this, why not give me back my original body?"

His tail swung around quickly behind his body and his ears were laid flat on his head like an angry cat. Although he tried to deny it he exhibited all the primary Navi emotions.

You happily note something down on your tablet and then look at him again with his narrowed eyes. "Sir this was your free will, you saw the recording that you left…" for a moment you loose your voice. " I mean not really you but in a way.."

The longer you look at him the more your voice disappears as gets bigger by the second.

"Listen lady. I know you ain't the head of this operation but don't try and weasle yourself out of this" he hisses at you. Although he gets more quite with every word he doesn't become less threatening.

With his face only centimeters from yours he hisses: "Do you have any idea how it is to wake up in the body of your enemy. Knowing that you should have been dead long ago ? I've lost any respect for you scientists, and I've known quite a few. Believe me when I say it's best for you to leave now and crawl back to wherever you came from"

You quickly swallow any remaining courage you had left in your body and try to back away slowly from him. His sharp theeth still smiling at you and his eyes following your every move.

You feel like you've brought a save distance between you and the angry Lt. ,When you finally find your voice again.

"Lt. Quarritch sir, we really need to do at least some more test before operation Phoenix can start. I understand your dismay but I have clear instructions from General Ardmore, I need to follow."

"Oh for god's sake fuck your instructions" he shouts, not as angry as you expected him to be, but still with his ears laid flat to his head, flexing his shard theeth. "Who is this General Ardmore anyway?"

The mentioning of military ranks seems to have brought him back to some kind of reality and calm you realise as you clutch your research tablet closer to you.

"Well sir, General Ardmore is the chief organiser of this whole second conquest of Pandora as we call it. And I have to say, I was always quite impressed when I read and heard about your role in the first. I mean you basically single handedly managed the assault on the enemy's base. With all due respect your in our history books, sir."

"Don't try and suck up to me, it won't work." he growls but you do notice his tail stopping to swing as well as his eyes widening just a bit more.

He seemed to regret at least some of his as action as he harshly asks just a second later:

"Goddamn it soldier I don't even know your name or rank to properly berate you. Who even are you?"

"I'm y/n, Lt. " you manage to say as your barely containe your happiness about him finally calming down. " I got ordered here to Pandora ,to work and assist you with project Phoenix. Well, not only you but also your team."

"No need to bow y/n, I'll be damed if I'm really working together with one of you scientists but I guess it can be useful." He snares at you " You don't seem half bad, but don't think I'll forget who you are even for one second. Well then go be a good scientist and fetch me the rest of my godamn crew y/n we got some Navi to hunt"

You nod at his request, just happy to leave the room alive but before you can turn around he puts his blue hand on your shoulder.

" Oh and before I forget y/n you can run your darn tests too if you really need to. " Your whole body shivers as he touches you and your even more surprised when you see a smile on his sinister face.

"At last a soldier has to follow orders doesn't he."

[jifanjiang0710]

Yandere Scaramouche x reader Written by: Leo Warning: 3.2 Archon quest spoilers, stockholm syndrome

“I’m going to become a god.”

You look up from your light novel, one that Scaramouche has so generously provided for you. “What?”

“Tsk,” his eyebrows furrow, as if offended by your ignorance, but he lacks his usual bite. “Such insolence. Were you any other mortal-”

“You would kill me? That implies that I’m special, right?” You reply with a cheeriness unbefitting of the situation, fully aware of the Harbinger’s growing ire. “You must love me so. I’m so lucky that I caught the attention of such a merciful individual. I will kowtow and shout praises by your feet.” You feel a mild prickling of static and the hair behind your neck stands.

“Know your place, brat. You are as worthless as the sand beneath my feet. You are lucky, for those who do not have anything, have nothing to lose. When I am divine, I should label you a heretic and feed you to the serpents.”

Sighing, you turn your attention back to nothing in particular. “You shouldn’t say such hurtful things. Not everyone is without a heart like you.”

 You flip a page. This conversation proves far more engaging than the novel in hand, and the theatrics of nonchalance are a front to continue conversing with your husband in this manner. It’s not as if there are many opportunities to get under his skin. Of course, rebellion comes at a price. Fortunately, there is a valuable skill one tends to pick up over time in his presence, to know when to draw the line.

Now is not one of those times.

Electricity crackles and you swear you hear thunder outside, attuned to his moods. It is as if the world bends to his whims. Not possible, right? Perhaps backtracking is the wiser option, forgo the satisfaction of petty disobedience today.

“I jest. I know that I am the sole individual which your lonely soul longs for.”

The skies clear. Almost.

“If you weren’t, you would not be sitting here as my wife today, rather rotting away, long forgotten, along with every other mortal who dares cross me.”

A moment of weakness allows a light chuckle to escape your mouth.

None of you say a word. But you know he wants to. He refuses to succumb.

…

“What’re you laughing at?” His tone suggests that you tread very, very carefully in what you decide to say next.

Ah, forget always taking the safe route. It’s the stuff of cowards.

“Well, not every mortal…”

Outside, a deafening rumble shakes the very foundations of the ground.

“Not once have you managed to one-up the Traveler, have you?”

“YOU INGRATE-!”

---

“Scaramouche.”

“…” He says nothing, but the clenching of his fists is enough.

“Scaaaaraaaamouuucheee?”

“What.”

“We made progress! You didn’t tell me to piss off! Warming up to me?”

“Tsk…”

This is a chore you wish need not be completed. After succeeding in angering the little puppet beyond words (and earning yourself a hefty punishment as a result), you have set yourself the task of soothing him from this never-ending temper tantrum, if not for his then for your sake. “Are you still angry?”

Scaramouche turns to you for the first time today. “What,” voice dripping with venom, “do you think?”

“I think we can move on from this unfortunate incident!” You smile, too wide to be true, and open your arms. “I’ll give you a hug.” This is killing you inside. Archons have mercy.

At his refusal to comply, you bite the bullet and hold him from behind. For his stone-cold artificial heart, he is deceptively warm. He recoils almost immediately.

“How dare you!”

Your smile drops a fraction. “I was merely offering you some semblance of comfort.”

Scaramouche has no words, for once.

“…don’t lie to me. You plan my death several times a month.”

He seems to love his made-up accusations and falsehoods. You are still smiling, a sight which infuriates him. You know something he doesn’t. Do you expect him to continue entertaining all those foolish mental games you play? Do you think he will so easily quail to desires of the flesh. He is a god! He is above all of those wretched mortals and archons, above all weaknesses-!

“I never said you could let go.”

As you wrap your arms around him, offering a breathy laugh like a songbird’s melody. He decides not to ask, this time.

---

He stands proud. He is invincible. His name shan’t be tarnished nor sullied. He is feared and respected in volumes, while the commonfolk cower at the mention of his name. He is Scaramouche, 6th of the Fatui Harbingers. He is a future god, worshipped, and loved.

“So why…?”

The Electro Archon’s gnosis lies forgotten on the ground. A scene of carnage as far as the eyes can see. Bodies are everywhere, evidence of his uncontrollable rage, and unending sorrow. Everything going up in flames and lives razed to the ground, leaving behind a barren, deathly piece of land, so reminiscent of that day, 500 years ago.

Blood, on the corpses, staining the sky and ground and everything in between, smeared on his face, dripping from his palms. Not enough, it was never enough, so many years and…

“Scara?”

He whips around, eyes crazed and bloodshot, instincts flared for another round of bloodshed. The fire dies down when he recognises the figure before him. He should relish this. Scaramouche revels in reminding you of your hopeless situation and takes pleasure from the fear in your eyes, but you are not afraid.

Scaramouche does not know what to do, mind too preoccupied with the wreckage before him. He cannot fathom anything else. How could they? How dare they? Did they not care? How could she? Who was she to do that, as if he were some toy to dispose of if she were dissatisfied? Was he not enough? Was he lower, inferior? How dare you? How could you? Who are you to do this? Howdareyouhowdareyouhowdareyou-

He feels a tug at his hand. You hold tight, and with a nod of reassurance, you lead him away.

You dare not let go.

---

Please. Don’t.

Like a puppet cut from his strings, the mechanism collapses, and so does he.

It’s over. The Gnosis is gone, what for does he need to fight?

“KUNIKUZUSHI!”

The call of his name is chilling, like a needle straight through his heart. Perhaps for the first time since becoming a Harbinger, Kunikuzushi is frightened. He knows that voice all too well. He wishes he did not have to hear it now, of all places. You remind him of everything he stands to lose.

He can hear you shout obscenities at the Traveler, as the final harness on his back prepares to snap. You scream and demand, nearly begging for them to leave him alone.

Do not lower yourself to them in such a way. You are far worthier.

The endless assault finally comes to a halt. His body feels like stone and iron, he cannot move his legs, and the ground gives way.

You are free, aren’t you? You’ve always wanted escape from me. Now you can live out your life as you want to…while I am left to rot.

The wind whistles past his ears. His last thought is selfish, but Kunikuzushi is long past the point of caring.

Don’t forget me. Never stop loving me.

[wanderinginksplot]

Limit + Achievement

Medic!OC Limit and gn!padawan!reader (no use of y/n and no pronouns). Platonic.

Word Count: 2,300

Warnings: post-battle fatigue, mild anxiety, feelings of alienation

---

“All things considered, Masters, our mission was a successful one,” Master Secura summarized, giving a shallow bow to the holographic images of the Jedi council.

“From your field reports, it seems your padawan has done well,” Master Fisto’s smile was warm. “Not a surprise.”

“No, it was not a surprise,” Master Secura agreed, pride in her voice. “But we faced several challenges on the mission, ones that I could not have handled alone. I believe we were correct in our theory, Masters. This was indeed a set of Trials.”

That took a moment to filter through the post-mission fog of weariness. Your head snapped up, staring at Master Secura before you redirected your attention to the smiling members of the Jedi Council. “I- I don’t understand…”

“Well, you did, Padawan,” Master Yoda told you. “Ready to become a Knight, you are.”

The remaining Council members agreed, directing compliments and congratulations your way, but it all seemed too distant to take in. You managed a wan smile and nodded at them in thanks, but it felt as if the ship were tilting dangerously to one side.

Master Secura took pity on you before everything became too strange. “After we have rested and made our reports, we will perform your Knighting ceremony. For now, see Limit about your injuries and get something to eat. You may leave, Padawan.”

You nodded, grateful for the dismissal. As you turned, however, your master rested a strong hand on your shoulder. Her familiar face curved into a smile and she leaned in to tell you, “I am proud of all you have accomplished.”

That broke through the strange detached feeling and you smiled at her. “Thank you, Master. I could not have accomplished any of this without you.”

And then you left, feeling as though your feet were only just able to keep up with how quickly you were moving. Or maybe you were having trouble separating the pace of your body from the pace of your thoughts. 

You had been chosen as a padawan later than some of the others, a year or two into your teen years by the time Master Secura was ready to start teaching. She had been fairly new to Knighthood herself, but the Force had instructed her to take a padawan and she had listened. 

For your part, you had been a quiet youngling, dedicated to your studies of everything from field medicine to saber training. You weren’t overly fond of Force-augmented gymnastics, but you were passable at everything else. When Master Secura had chosen you as her padawan, you had been surprised. However, Master Yoda confirmed her choice had been guided by the Force and you were off to learn from the Twi’lek Jedi. 

And now, that learning was complete. 

You didn’t feel ready. Should you? Surely the Council wouldn’t make you a Knight if you weren’t ready. The Force wouldn’t let them. And yet, you had heard of padawans being made Knights earlier and earlier with the war going on. There was a greater need for generals to lead the Republic’s troops and help fight against the Separatist forces…

Your thoughts circled, sharp and angry as an akk-dog’s jaws. Your feet kept moving, the weariness of battle and the armor in your clothing a distant detail with no bearing on your current state. All you could do was walk and think, think and walk. 

This was going to change everything. You would be leaving the 327th and all of the troopers who were part of it. They were technically your subordinates, but they were more than that - they had been for a long time. You had worked with them, fought with them, laughed with them, comforted and been comforted by them. They were just as much a part of your life as any of the Jedi you had grown up alongside in the Temple. How would you manage without them?

Beyond that, you would be in charge of a group of men. As a padawan, you had been able to get away with certain behavior. The closeness you shared with the men was frowned upon by the Jedi, but would have been entirely inappropriate for a general. It was behavior you wouldn’t be able to repeat when you were a general, in charge of your own troops. 

Something brushed your shoulder and you jumped, only then becoming aware of a large shape looming to your left. You used a touch of the Force to redirect yourself sideways, settling into a half-turned stance with one hand near the lightsaber attached to your hip. 

So much of your most recent mission had been based on stealth and undercover operations. Perhaps that was the reason you were so jumpy. Whatever the cause, you had been fully expecting to see a droid when you turned - a super battle droid, or even a commando droid if you were particularly unlucky. 

Instead, your eyes fell on Limit, the 327th’s medic. 

His eyes were wide - he was as surprised as you were. Still, he left his hand outstretched, palm-out and nonthreatening. 

“Easy, it’s just me,” he soothed. “The General said- said you should have gotten to the m-medbay by now.”

“Limit, I’m sorry,” you apologized, instantly feeling like a monster. “I was just thinking too hard, I suppose. Lost in my own thoughts. I… honestly kinda forgot I was on my way to the medbay.”

Limit was the most patient person you had ever met, including the Jedi masters you had grown up idolizing. He cared about the men, and when he felt they weren’t taking care of themselves, he was willing to tell them that directly. More than one trooper had been guilted into the medbay after a quiet, sincere chat with Limit. He was the perfect medic, and one of your favorite people. 

“That’s o- that’s okay,” he assured you. “I’m on my way there now. Will you come wi-with me?”

“Of course.”

You trailed behind the medic, feeling shame. It was a fortunately unfamiliar emotion - you rarely allowed yourself to feel it. Limit was taller than most troopers by a noticeable amount, and you had never been able to figure out if he really was broader or if it was a trick of his height. Either way, you had to choose between walking beside him or staying behind him and being totally cut off from a view of the hallway ahead. 

You opted to walk beside him. 

“Did Master Secura seem upset that I hadn’t been to see you yet?” you asked, feeling like a small child frightened of being chided by a parent.

“No, not upset,” Limit said, shaking his head thoughtfully. “She seemed- seemed more concerned. Said you had got-ten some news.”

You nodded silently. It was still too fresh to delve into, too strange to consider in concrete terms. 

Limit was watching you. You didn’t realize it until he asked, “Good news or bad?”

“Good news, I suppose,” you said, recognizing dimly that your tone wasn’t making it sound that way. You smiled up at him, trying to take on a lighthearted attitude instead. “It was good, just unexpected.”

He lifted an eyebrow. “Something you c-can share?”

You paused, struggling between the desire to avoid talking about it and the need to tell your friend about something so major. Because that’s what Limit was, you realized with a bit of surprise. He was your friend. You opened your mouth.

“No,” Limit interrupted quickly, pretending to be fascinated at the view of hyperspace that flashed from the viewports. “I don’t want- don’t want to hear about it. Not until you’re ready to sh-share. For now, I want to hear a-about your mission.”

The relief you felt at that redirection was only slightly tinged with regret. Immediately, you were more absorbed in explaining the mission to Limit, a process that lasted until you reached the medbay and he began to patch up the minor injuries you had sustained.

It had been a simple mission, but remarkably effective. Master Secura had allowed herself to be captured on her way to rendezvous with the rest of the 327th and, as a Jedi General, had been taken to a command ship. After some investigation, she had found that General Grievous was not on the ship, having left to launch an attack on a different ship. 

That was when she called you. 

The objective had been plain in theory, but far more complex in execution. You had to sneak aboard the ship, free your master, gain as much information as possible about the whereabouts of other Separatists ships and bases, then set the ship to detonate before you left.

“Stupid of them not to expect you to help- to help the General,” Limit commented, bandaging a burn on your forearm. “Everyone knows you have her b-back.”

You shrugged, cutting the motion short when Limit shot you a look of warning. “I don’t mind being underestimated. It makes things easier.”

“Makes sense,” Limit agreed mildly. 

When he finished with the burn, he turned his attention to your final injury - a small cut above your eyebrow. The helmet you wore as part of your armor protected you from the worst your enemies threw at you, but nothing could save you from what happened when the helmet itself hit your skull. 

As he gently applied a bacta ointment, Limit remarked, “Sounds like i-it went well.”

You warmed at his unspoken concern. Limit had been sneaking glances at you when he thought you weren’t paying attention. He wasn’t going to push for information, but he wanted to be sure you were okay. 

“It did.” You frowned, thinking over the elation you had felt when you and Master Secura had completed the mission and were successfully on your way back from the Separatist ship. Abruptly, you decided it was time to share with Limit. “So well, in fact, that the Council is considering it my Trials.”

Limit’s eyes flew to your face. “Your Jedi Trials?” 

A moment later, a pained look came over his face. “Of cour-course your Jedi Trials. I don’t know wh… don’t know what other Trials you would be talking ab-about…”

Limit’s increased stammer told you he was flustered, but it was such a perfect moment - so human - that you couldn’t help but burst into laughter. You could feel his embarrassment through the Force, but it ebbed when you patted him gratefully on the arm. He even joined you in laughing. 

When you were finished, the tension and stress in you thoroughly broken, you nodded. “Yes, my Jedi Trials. I am now considered a full Jedi Knight. Or, I will be when Master Secura and I perform the ceremony.” 

“Is that all?” Limit asked. He gave you an apologetic look when you frowned at him. “Earlier, you looked so up-upset, I thought I missed a… missed a name on the KIA list.”

You shuddered at the thought. Since this mission had been just you and Master Secura, there had been no trooper casualties. No casualties at all, actually. “No, I just… Well, I’m a Knight now. That means I can’t stay with Master Secura or the 327th anymore. I have to leave, and I’ll be assigned my own group to lead.”

“And, you’re worr-worried about that?” Limit asked. “Why? You won over every trooper on this ship.”

“As a padawan,” you specified, making a face at Limit. You could tell what he was about to say. “Even a padawan who was also a Commander. It’ll be different when I’m a General. I’ll have to be distant from them, not friendly like I am with you guys. And what-” You broke off, clearing your throat to disguise the way your voice had broken mildly. When you continued, it was in a whisper. “What kind of Jedi is worried about being lonely?”

“The same kind- kind of Jedi who speak to the troopers as equals,” Limit told you, voice firm. “The kind who never leave anyone to suffer alone. The kind who have earned every ounce of respect from the men and will only earn more as time goes on.”

That made you smile despite yourself. Limit returned the expression immediately. 

“Don’t worry a-about the troopers,” he continued. “We all talk to- talk to each other, and every member of the 327th would gladly sp-speak up on your behalf. Before long, you’ll have a whole group who sees you as- as someone they can trust, not just a general.”

“I appreciate that, Limit,” you said, trying to let your voice and expression broadcast how much his comfort meant to you. “You really are an excellent friend. I think I’m going to miss you more than anyone else.”

“Thanks, Commander,” he answered, grinning. “If there’s any room in your new division and you think you mi-might need a medic… Well, I wouldn’t mind a- mind a change of scenery. I’ve been with the 327th for a long time. It can’t hurt to have a fr-friend along with you, can it?”

“That would be the best!” you told him exuberantly. It came out too loud, but you couldn’t help it - this was the most hopeful you had felt since you had heard the Council’s decision. “But I don’t want you giving up your place here if you would rather stay.”

“I wouldn’t have offered if- if I wasn’t willing to go,” Limit told you, turning away to start cleaning up the area where he had treated you. “Just pr-promise you’ll tell me when you know what division you’ll be in charge of.”

It was the easiest promise you ever made.

---

Author's Note - I know the timing of this is off. Most estimates place Aayla Secura a few years ahead of Anakin Skywalker in the Temple. She wouldn't have had time to fully train a padawan (a process that takes roughly ten years) before the end of the Clone Wars. But we're just going to pretend, because I love Limit so much and I like this one-shot.

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[spaceyflowerswriting]

Can you write something where Jake kim finds out his partner is not eating and selfhärming but try’s to help her through it? It’s ok if you don’t want to write this, sorry if I made you uncomfortable

gentle (jake kim x reader)

details: angst oneshot with some fluff at the end, gender neutral reader written in 2nd pov, general canon au, you and jake have been dating for a while

summary: jake wishes he noticed the signs of your state sooner, but he's just glad he can still be there for you.

warning: reader is described as starving themselves and self harming. the most explicit detail is mentions of cuts.

a/n: thank u for requesting! dont worry about requesting something heavy, i just hope i wrote it in a way that isnt insensitive ;_;

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(all hidden under a cut because of the sensitive material)

"Please tell me the truth." Jake gulped, moving over to block the doorway when he saw you take a hesitant step forward. "Please." His voice softened, brows furrowing downwards as he looked at your lip, which began to quiver.

Your eyes were glossy, and they did not match the small smile you plastered onto your face. "Jake, it's not what you think--"

"Then tell me. Please tell me what's going on." The suspicion Jake had for a while that was slowly starting to look like a truth made him sick with horror. He didn't want to believe it, but the evidence couldn't be denied anymore, not even at your word.

"I..." You stumbled over your words and trailed off, and when you finally came up with an excuse, it was barely believable. Every second your smile became more strained.

Jake shook his head and held a hand out, saying your name. "I want to believe you, I swear, but you sound so unsure of what you're saying and you... you haven't explained the..." He found himself unable to say what they were, as if by doing so, his fear would become true. But it seemed like it already was. "On your arms," he settled for instead. "And the small blood stains on your sleeves."

Your crossed your arms as soon as he mentioned them, clutching them. This time you just stayed silent and stared at the floor.

"And you can't deny that you haven't been looking as happy or healthy as of late. The last time we hugged, you were a lot smaller than I remember. I don't think I see you eating as often, either."

Again, you stayed silent.

It did nothing but confirm Jake's thoughts, and soon he found his eyes welling up with tears like yours. He couldn't stop to think, words spilling out of his mouth as soon as they entered his head. "Why are you doing this to yourself? And for how long? Why didn't you tell anybody? Why didn't you tell me?" He grew shaky, his voice desperate but not angry. You remained motionless. "I--We--The others and I, you know we love you, right? We can always provide support for you and if you're going through something like--"

"It's not that easy!" you snapped, nearly making Jake flinch. "And I know you and Big Deal care, but it's not--" Your arms tightened around yourself as your voice hitched. "It's not that easy." More and more tears spilled from your eyes until you had no choice but to wipe at them with your palms. "I don't know what it is either. Or maybe I do. I don't know. I don't know, okay?"

Jake frowned, mainly in disappointment at himself for not being able to provide the comfort you needed right now. He could only piece together in a quiet voice, "I'm sorry for raising my voice. I just--no, nevermind." He took a deep breath, though it did little to help his state. "We should calm down, okay? I'm here for you, let's talk this through."

When you made no reply, he stepped forward and in that moment, you ran right past him. Although shocked, he managed to grab your wrist just in time.

"What are you--"

"Let go!" you sobbed, refusing to look at him.

More panic arose in Jake. "I don't understand--"

"It's none of your business, okay?!"

"But--"

"Will you please just let go? I don't..." You were hicupping and roughly trying to brush away your tears with your free hand. "I don't want to talk about it. How about that? Just let go, please, and leave me alone."

There was nothing Jake wanted more than to just give you a hug but he didn't want to agitate you in your current emotional state. Slowly, he slipped his hand down yours and you pulled away. You didn't run off right then, taking a moment to continue wiping away tears, but to no avail. Eventually you began walking off and Jake stared, even after you left his sight.

After a moment, it was as if everything came crashing down on him and he dropped to his knees, his palms nearly digging into his eyes as he sat there and sobbed. A storm of regret ran through him.

"I fucked up," he stammered, quietly repeating it until to himself until he couldn't anymore.

~

He should've seen them. Even if they weren't obvious, even if they were that minoscule because you hid them so well, Jake should've seen the signs. He cursed himself for not being able to, for not helping you sooner, for being in denial. Despite that, he knew he shouldn't be thinking about how miserable he felt when you were the one who needed warmth and sympathy, but when he confronted you three days ago, you ran off.

It had been stressing him out ever since, but he was thankful you at least sent back a reply saying you were fine when he had Brad and Lua go looking for you. Plus, you were still making the small effort to occasionally respond to his texts to say you just needed space. He still stuck close by, of course.

Just like before, he wanted to trust you, but he wanted to be there, too, in case you did anything drastic.

~

"So... this is awkward."

Jake perked up from his desk at the sound of your croaky voice, and looked up to make eye contact with you. He couldn't help but notice how puffy and tired your eyes looked, but he still flashed a little smile as you glanced away. "No, not at all. Did you need something?" He set down his papers, clearing his throat and trying to appear as casual and open as possible. "I'm, uh, I'm always here for you."

You nodded absentmindedly. "I know."

"Okay. Good."

There was an awkward silence afterwards, and the elephant in the room was very much present--Jake wanted to bring it up, but he was afraid you might clam up again. He understood the first time he rushed you out of his own overwhelming worry for you, and now he wasn't sure how you'd react to a more gentler approach. It would be better if he just waited for you to say something first, right? But what if you never did?

Before the anxiety in him grew worse, you gestured vaguely before dropping your hand and then sighing. "I'm... sorry for being distant." Your voice cracked, and Jake felt his heart breaking into a million pieces. It was awful to see someone lovely like you, even if you weren't his partner, be in this much pain. "And for... worrying you."

"Don't worry, I understand. You don't need to feel sorry for anything. And you know I'm sorry for all the insensitive things I said then." Jake was still hesitant on what he wanted to do, but instead of walking on eggshells, he took a deep breath and decided to just ask. "Do you feel ready to talk about it now?"

You shrugged. "Not really. But I felt guilty knowing how much I hurt you so I figured I'd at least come see you."

"Ah..." Jake awkwardly chuckled. "It's fine, I promise. I took zero offense in your actions."

"Thanks." Your reply was dry, but it's wasn't as if Jake expected you to be enthusiastic or anything.

More awkward silence passed. The two of you were looking off to the sides. Jake's mind was still running a mile a minute while trying to figure out how to proceed the conversation.

After a moment of debating questions to ask, he went on to confess something instead. "I don't mean to make this about me, but this is my first time helping someone with something... uh, like this." Jake moved his gaze back towards you. "So if I do anything wrong or insensitive like before, I really want you to tell me how to correct it, because I want to be the best I can be to help you through this." He quickly added, "I mean, I'll do my own research and stuff, too, of course, but... you know. I just want to make you comfortable and make it clear I only want to help. Even if it means giving you space or shutting up or something."

You were still looking away. When the corners of your lips tilted upwards a little, Jake sighed in relief. "You always mean the best. I would never assume you're trying to hurt me, or anyone for that matter."

He beamed at you. "I'm glad." His smile softened when you finally made eye contact with him again. "And, hey, since you don't feel like talking about it yet, is there something I can do for you at the moment? Distract you, maybe?"

Apologetically, you bowed your head slightly. "No, sorry. I'm just... working through it right now."

"No, no, it's fine!" Jake tried to say reassuringly, waving his hands. "I'll be here as long as needed."

Your smiled widened. "I appreciate that. Really."

Jake nodded, still smiling. He began to stand up, only to awkwardly halt and then ask, "May I hug you?"

He felt his cheeks turn a little red when you stared. The embarrassment only increased when you began to softly laugh, shaking your head. "Yes. Yes you can, Jake."

"You..." He huffed, putting his hands on his hips. "I just wanted to make sure, okay?"

You just hummed as you held your arms out. "I know. And it was very sweet of you to ask first."

The slight pout on Jake's face quickly turned into a grin. He strolled over and enveloped you into a warm hug, sighing in content when you did your best to return it. It was only three days, but he missed the feeling of you in his arms.

"Can I say something?"

Jake snapped out of his mild haze. "Anything."

"Thanks for not leaving me even though you saw me at probably my worst."

Your quiet voice and your words gave Jake more heartache. He wished there was something he could do to instantly help you, but he knew it wouldn't be that simple.

In response, he lightly tightened his hug on you and said, "You don't need to thank me for that. But since you did, you're welcome." He paused for a moment. "I'll do my best to support you, always. I believe you can make it through this, and any other tough times in the future."

You nodded into his chest and Jake finally felt like everything was going to turn out just fine.

[tallochar]

☕️ musicals!

I loooove musicals so much!

This is going to be rambly, I apologize in advance.

I do my best not to cram stuff down people's throats and of course I have yet to see or listen to Every Musical Ever, but musicals just make the happy part of my brain that thrives on music and narrative sit up and bounce in my seat.

(I am currently listening to Celebrate from Elegies for Angels, Punks and Raging Queens on repeat and will be for some hours still unless something happens)

I tend to hyperfixate on specific songs out of each musical and then play them on repeat until my family (my mother as we currently live together but it used to be my brothers too) is heartily sick of them and then I put my earbuds in and listen to them some more, because it is very much a mood thing.

I think that that is because I grew up in a non-English speaking country and did not learn enough English to translate lyrics until my early teens so a good chunk of my formative experience with english-spoken music was more about vibes and mood than the lyrics itself.

Of course lyrics add a ton now that I do understand, but music always hits first and deepest for me. In some cases, some songs won me over because of the music first and then got archive as 'guilty pleasure' songs because the lyrics made me go Wait What.

(See: Sincerely Me from Dear Evan Hansen, which creeps me out if you go by lyrics but will listen to just because it's so goddamn catchy, or Shiksa Goddess from The Last Five Years, that I managed to listen to for hours without taking in the lyrics and then once I did just made me very disgusted at Jamie)

(These are also both musicals I cannot bring myself to go see in person because the first one is violentlly upsetting to me [the protagonist and his actions are repulsive to me and no I don't care that he doesn't get to go to college at the end, is that supposed to be punishment enough for what he did?] and for the second one I saw the movie and listened to the songs and it just makes me want to stomp on him and pop a bottle for her at the end and tell her she's well rid of him and that I'm sorry she sunk so much time into him and I end up virulently angry)

(I have absolutely nothing against people who enjoy them, more power to them and go and enjoy it, which is my general policy about most things, but I am not one of them and I think both things are valid, so please no one come after me for not liking them!)

I have been listening to musicals since I was a toddler!

Not just Disney, because like, one of my first ever musicals was Jesus Christ Superstar, as mom was a fan and she both had the VHS for it (with Italian subtitles rather than the cast singing in Italian) AND the cassette tapes as well and we also had Rocky Horror Picture Show also subbed English.

[Don't know if it's different now, but when I was growing up everything media available in Italy was dubbed, including anime and tv shows and movies {with some actors often voiced by the same voice actors to create consistency between performances, so Al Pacino always sounded the same but it wasn't actually Al Pacino, it was his Italian VA, to make an example} and so it was a rarer thing to have a musical that was in actual English with subs]

I used to go to musicals and I have seen the Italian versions of a fair few (Cats, Notre Dame de Paris, West Side Story, JCS with a sub electrical board on stage because apparently it was never translated in Italian, The Sound of Music just off the top of my head) but since I have moved cities and countries, I have been going whenever I can save up enough money for it (I am in London now so there is A LOT available to me)

And like the songs are GOOD but there just is something MORE about being able to see them being staged and the choices that are made for costumes and set and dancing and it's like an instantaneous pick me up and a guaranteed good night out for me if I am going to watch one :D

Sign me up every single time for one!

I love animatics of musicals as well, that's one of the ways I can get into new musicals (it's how I got into Sincerely Me, there's one by Szin on YouTube that is incredibly charming, despite the inherent creepiness of the song) and whenever I hear new songs or see a new musical then I go exploring YouTube for animatics.

It's just ... someone sits down and writes a story and it's a SUNG story and then more people get together and make MUSIC of it and they ACT IT OUT but they are also DANCING and SINGING and it's all so intensely done and felt and expressed and you can bring it with you when you are going around and evoke those vibes by listening to it and you can sing it at home or like, if you go to a cinema that does a Sing-Along show (if anyone is in London, look up the Prince Charles cinema schedule for that, they do it and it BLEW MY MIND) then you can go in a public space with a lot of other people who love it as much as you AND SING ALL TOGETHER!

It makes me *vibrate* in my seat just to think about it! Musicals are just ... amazing to me *wide sparkly eyes and fisted hands under my chin because O M G YES!*

[pentacass]

Sol and Lori for the companion!au ask list. General - #1 and 5, Story - #10 and 11, and Romance #9

hewwo beloved enabler >:3 big thenk. here we go!!!

[General] 1. Where can your Tav be recruited?  Are they first encountered on the Nautiloid, or in the Nautiloid crash region?  Or are they not recruitable until a later act?

Solistre will be in the crash region, inside the chapel, scavenging supplies (and stealing valuables) for a hard journey ahead. If you head in through the mausoleum, she'll stop you just before you encounter the looters. You can offer to team up to take them out. If you enter through the main entrance above and kill the looters first, she'll appear before you, (mildly) impressed, and initiates the offer to team up instead.

If you don't team up at the chapel, you'll find her in the blighted village later, masquerading as a True Soul acting under Minthara's 'secret orders'. Still recruitable, just say you're looking for a cure.

[General] 5. Are there any instances where your Tav can permanently leave the party, depending on player character actions?

Nope! You can do nothing saintly or reprehensible enough to drive her off. To put it bluntly, she has nothing else going on for her. And she doesn't want to become calamari. So she's in this ride to see where it'll take her. Maybe it'll make her feel alive.

[Story] 10. How do they react if the PC licks the dead spider in the Gauntlet of Shar?

Oh, deep cringe. "The Spider Queen would love you. And that's not a compliment."

[Story] 11. What do they say if the PC tries to force them to go up on stage with Dribbles the Clown?

"Make me go up there, and I will gut him. Then you - slowly."

[Actually going up] "Between your clavicles. Then I will work my blade slowly down. I will savour your screams."

[Romance] 9. How do they react if the PC has sex with Mizora? The Emperor? Haarlep?

Mizora: "With the luscious devil, hm? Delicious. But she had better not have taken anything from you - you belong to me. And - I do not mind you indulging in other bodies, but you will tell me next time."

Emperor: "I question your taste in partners. Which, in turn, makes me question mine."

Haarlep: "Much as I admire your appetite, there are some fruits even I would caution you from tasting."

[General] 1. Where can your Tav be recruited?  Are they first encountered on the Nautiloid, or in the Nautiloid crash region?  Or are they not recruitable until a later act?

She'll be in the grove, standing near Arabella's parents. When you agree to save Arabella, or gain access into the inner grove, she'll approach you and offer to work together to help free Arabella.

If you manage to save the girl (or try to), Lorthirya approves and will offer to join your party proper. If you let Kagha and the snake do their thing, she'll get angry, but you can persuade her to join the hunt for a cure.

[General] 5. Are there any instances where your Tav can permanently leave the party, depending on player character actions?

Same as Wyll and Karlach, if you agree to help the goblins, she'll leave permanently. During the raid on the grove, you can find her inside, hostile against you.

[Story] 10. How do they react if the PC licks the dead spider in the Gauntlet of Shar?

Confused, disgusted, but too polite to voice it. "As much as I appreciate nature and all its children...this is a little too far. Would you like some water to wash your mouth?"

[Story] 11. What do they say if the PC tries to force them to go up on stage with Dribbles the Clown?

"Oh no. Please don't. I don't do well in front of crowds like this."

[Actually going up] "All the gods above. Please don't let me fall on my face."

[Romance] 9. How do they react if the PC has sex with Mizora? The Emperor? Haarlep?

Mizora: "Oh. Are you...not satisfied with what we have? You could have told me, instead of going behind my back like this. We could have worked something out."

Emperor: "With a mind flayer? That is...very unusual. I don't want to dwell on this any longer."

Haarlep: "Please rethink this, my love. Can you bear the price you will have to pay?"

[sabineelectricheart]

A Few Doses of Firewhiskey Too Many

Summary: Ominis had too much to drink, he finds as he wakes up the next morning.

Rating: T - Suitable for teens, 13 years and older, with some violence, minor coarse language, and minor suggestive adult themes.

Words: 587 (Minific)

He awoke with a loose groan, hanging onto the temples of his head. There is light coming from the window, filtered through ratty curtains, his clothes are strewn beyond recognition on his body, something smells foul and his mouth tastes terribly.

The first thing that passes through his head is that he is not at his dorm.

“Good morning, sweetie. Did you sleep well?” Someone piped, a few steps away from him.

Ah, it is his girlfriend, Rosalie. Her voice was one he always wanted to greet him but this throbbing pain was making anything except absolute silence feel like torture.

Ominis sat up in bed as she came over to sit by his side.

“What happened last night?” He mumbled, groaning. “My head feels as if it has been used for training practice for stones.”

The girl laughed quietly before looking over to his side. “Well, do you want the long or the short version? It was quite an entertaining night.”

The blond paused brushing through his hair, unsuccessfully so, as his pomade made it stick up like an angry cockscomb. He does not feel that entertaining is much of a reassuring adjective, under the present circumstances.

“What happened exactly?” He asks, uncertain.

“Well, we visited Sirona, as we had agreed to. She said she had some new spirits and asked if we wanted to try them. I said you did not usually drink, you tried to prove me wrong, and well, you ordered one of those specialty Firewhiskey.” She smiled, almost laughing of the scene, even hours later. “I must say, dear, I was shocked. You have managed to hold your alcohol pretty well at first, especially for someone who does not usually drink. You should just work on your restraint, as you kept telling Sirona to fill your cup and that you would pay the next round for the entire bar.”

Oh, God. Where did he even find the money to pay for all that extravagance? He had barely enough to buy a hot meal at the inn, least of all rounds for strangers and shot after shot of specialty spirits.

Ominis instinctively reaches for his coat pocket after his coin pouch, and finds it as heavy as it was yesterday afternoon. Rosalie placed her hand on his, caressing it lovingly.

“I paid your tab, love. Yours and your generous impetus.” She informs him. “I know that money is tight for you.”

Now, that is just embarrassing. Having to go work his drinking debts at the Three Broomsticks would be uncomfortable, the thought of having his date pay off his tab at the bar is simply pathetic. He wonders if he can get there and beg Sirona for a payment plan, if she would just return his girlfriend the money.

He could feel his heart hammering in his chest as she continued to weave her tale.

“Anyhow, as I was nursing my one drink of the night, you were more flirty than usual. Complimenting my hair, clothes, asking if I was perchance available before I saw the most teary and forlorn look on your face when I declined.”

Please, by all the forces in the world and universe, can the ground swallow him up. Ominis felt his cheeks heat as his girlfriend finished her story.

“I am sorry if I embarrassed you in any way….”

Rosalie leaned her head onto his shoulder with a giggle before kissing his cheek.

“No need. It is flattering that, in your own Ominis way, you care for me.”

*_*_*_*_*

Hogwarts Legacy Masterlist

[extrahorribledynne]

Spoilers for transformers earthspark below! Musings about the first episode abound.

some general praise: my god the music is great. That’s an ost I would put on while doing housework or something. I like the animation; fight scenes in particular were satisfyingly snappy. Voice acting was also solid, I’m sold on optimus and megatron already.

I liked the parents a whole lot, and I found the kids cute. I think we as adult ass fans of a children’s franchise really need to reassess the part about, yknow, the fact that we are watching a show not for us directly. Of course the 12 year old character isn’t for you, adult who pays taxes. I will happily take a bat to the hornets nest and say I don’t honestly think the children characters in transformers shows are actually as bad as people often make them out to be. I was a tween once and I believe an angry tween would think he could bike cross country and I, too, would be very mopey at that age to not even be able to contact my friends through my phone in this day and age. Hell, we all freak out when discord goes down. Case and point.

mandroid is… still a dumb as hell name but for silas 2.0 he’s at least doing better than silas ever did so far. He’s already made a bunch of extremely high tech spiderbots and is already doing lots of experimenting on cybertronians.

also the energon was pink. I love pink energon, win.

while 10 episodes are dropping in 2 days as of me making this post and more context is on the way, definitely think it’s worth chewing on that we weren’t given the reason for the bot/con war in the first episode. This was even pointed out by Mo telling her dad he’s oversimplifying things. And since he’s a cybertronian historian he would like. Definitely know.

I find another caste system/revolutionary megatron story very likely due to what we’ve learned so far abt the show, so it’ll be interesting to see if they manage to handle it well.

what else hmm. I think Darran Noris’ character will show up in episode 7 according to the episode summaries. So I guess we’ll see about that. I think on a purely objective level it’d be way funnier if Mr. Smelt was not Knock Out and instead Darran Noris just got typecast as a fruitcake in a transformers show twice. I think that’s hilarious.

also according to the episode summaries the casseticons do appear… but just 3 of them. And I’ve seen the screenshot which has Ravage, Laserbeak and one of the twins (whoever they decide the purple one is this time) what happened to the other twin. I’m worried. Don’t do this to soundwave again 😭

[wanderlust-in-my-soul]

Currently Watching - April

I am back 😊

Because I love a good little list - in alphabetical order! 😊

Regularly updated during the month, latest update 27.04.2023

This may contain spoilers!

1. A Boss and A Babe (8/12 on Youtube)

I wasn't a big fan of ForceBook after watching Enchanté, but I really think it works in this drama. Cher is getting an internship at a gaming company. In his free time he runs an ASMR channel and the boss is a big fan of his voice (a thing I can't understand) and they start talking in the evenings so Gun, the boss, can finally manage to fall to sleep.

2. Bokura no Shokutaku aka Our Dining Table (4/10 on Gaga)

Hozumi Yutaka likes to cook and is good at it, but he can't eat infront of other people. Meeting Tane and his older brother Ueda Minoru his life seems to change and he may finally have found what his body and soul were longing for. A true comfort watch right now.

3. Happy Merry Ending (2/8 on Gaga)

As often with korean bls, this one is soooo short! Just 15 minutes per episode. But it was a good first epside. We meet SeungJun and JaeHyun and from the first moment we know that these two really find each other interesting. A wedding singer and a pianist. A wedding singer with social anxienty and trauma. I am invested!

4. My Story (2/10 on Youtube)

Every now and than I like to watch a pinoy-bl. The first episode was a mess and a bit boring, but I have a strong second-lead-syndrome! I love the secondary couple and they just slept together in one bed, but that was so cute! Looking forward to the next episodes!

5. Our Skyy 2 (2/16 on Youtube)

Can I be honest? The first story wasn't my thing. I enjoyed Never Let me Go, but this was not that good. Perhaps it was the time-travel-thing or some of the cringy dialogues...who knows. I am still looking forward to all the other episodes!

6. Step by Step (2/10 on Gaga)

Employee meets boss without knowing who he has met and crushes hard on him, just tells him what everyone thinks about the new boss and is just adorably clumsy infront of him. I like it a lot. I adore the friend group! I hope we get to see them support Pat a lot.

7. The Promise (7/10 on WeTV)

I like it. Are there cringy moments? Yes. Are there slapstick moments I can hardly deal with? Yes. Are there plotholes that bug me? Sure...but! I like it. I like Nan and Phu together and I love the slow burn and am I well entertained. I also enjoy little Party being the jealous king he is, who deeply care for Nan and if latter would choose him, i wouldn't be that angry!

8. Tin Tem Jai (8/10 on Gaga)

And we took 45 steps back and the show is kind of annoying like before...Park has no right to be this jealous...Just let Tin have a sweet first romance. You obviously can't give him what he needs or wants. Just let him date his senior...

9. Watashi to Otto to Otto no Kareshi aka Me, My Husband And My Husband's Boyfriend (4/10 on gaga)

Misaki is married to Yuuki. She nows something is off, because he doesn't really have interest in getting sexual with her. On the day before their wedding anniversary she sees him kissing a man infront of their home. It is her former student Shyuuhei, who also has a crush on her. Now they have to find a way to deal with everything. And I am on board!

10. Zenra Meshi aka Naked Dining - Love, Life and Liberation (2/12 on Gaga)

Everybody has their own way to release stress. Ichijo Futa eats naked. When he goes to his dead grandmother's house, he meets Miki Mahiro, who finds out about his eating preference. I don't know what will happen in those 12 episodes, but it is funny.

Finished in April

Series

1. Unintentional Love Story

I love this one and I will watch it again. The story is good, the acting is good too and I really liked the chemistry of the characters. It felt real and yes, I don't care about the dead-fish-kisses. Do I like them? Nope, but it doesn't smaller my joy of watching the show. I guess I just like series in general which deal with artsy stuff like pottery or books. It has quite a good vibe and a good portion of angst. Highly appreciated and recommended. A solid 9,5 out of 10 for me.

2. Bed Friend

This was a hard watch sometimes. Not just because Uea's life was really hard and full of trauma, but because he overcame his problems because he was loved by another person. Love can heal everything. That is something I don't believe and I can't tolerate in my media. Love can definitely help you, but not heal you. Uea needs help and not just the D. But this is fiction, I get it. 6 out of 10 for me.

3. Chains of Heart

This is one of the most visually stunning shows so far. Really beautiful shots and scenery. Therefor I love it. The plot was confusing in the beginning, but later on it got clearer. Mr. Lue/Din and Ken were my favorites. I loved their scenes together, especially episode 9. But the ending...I had really hoped for at least one talk between those two. Ken can be angry at him and tell him, what he needed to tell and Din could just explain himself and his actions. But no...just an open end where it is implied that they see each other again at the 7th of the 7th month...still not very happy with this ending, but I can make my peace with it...soon, I guess. Still 8 out of 10 for me.

4. The Eighth Sense

Perfection. I have nothing more to say. For me, this was one of the best I have seen so far. I have a soft spot for gay surfer dramas, so me liking this wasn't that surprising for me. But it was a really good series and I will rewatch it soon and often! 10 out of 10.

5. Destiny Seeker

This one gave me so many good, nostalgic feelings! It is such a college bl, but with a twist. And the twist is steaminess! Especially in the later episodes. Really good kisses. Besdes that I love a good enemies to lovers story and the lovers part was just so...cute! Just awww! A nice, short series, which didn't get the attention it deserves! It is a 9 out of 10 for me.

Short Film

The Summer Pasta Recipe

Hee Joon visits his ex-boyfriend Seon Woo. Together they prepare an italien pasta recipe and talk about the past and their relationship. Breakups can hurt and sometimes we need time to get over them and if we manage to look back and be okay with the past, perhaps we can hope for the other person not to forget us. In the end I feel kind of melancholic. 7 out of 10 for me.

2. S.A.M.

This is a UK production. GagaOOLala says this: "A tender exploration of love, sexuality and disability." And that is exactly what you can watch here. It is a quiet short film and shows us, that prejudices can't tell you shit about a person. 8,5 out of 10 for me.

Movie

Dropped/On Hold in April

Past Senger (7/12 on Gaga)

It just doesn't get any better. It's just boring and I don't like t that much. There are better things I can do with my time. Perhaps I'll binge it when all the episodes are out. We'll see. For now I don't want to deal with it anymore.

Looking Forward to in April (with MDL-Links)

Chul-soo (April 4th on Gaga)

Our Dining Table (April 6th on Gaga)

My Beautiful Man Eternal (April 7th / no international release date)

The Summer Pasta Recipe (April 11th on Gaga)

Naked Diner (April 14th on Gaga)

My Story (April 15th on Youtube)

A First Love Story (Finally back on Gaga on April 17th)

Step By Step (April 18th on Youtube and WeTV)

Our Skyy 2 (April 19th on Youtube)

Midnight Love (April 22nd on Youtube)

At The Moment (April 24th on Gaga)

Happy Merry Ending (April 27th)

La Pluie (April 29th on Youtube)