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radioisntdead · 5 months

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Ways to piss off an Italian

Alternatively three ways to cartoonishly piss off an Italian

Hazbin hotel x reader [Platonic]

Warnings:

Italian stereotypes, just jokin' around this is all in good fun! I put an Imp OC of mine in as the reader assistant! She just pops in and out to stir things up! Reader's learning to cook other types of food because they've hadn't had to cook for themselves in ages they just had others do it. Ending is a little off but we don't talk about that I finished this at 6 am I need sleep, Angel isn't that pissed mostly dismayed

Good evening folks! This is a side story with Eldritch horror reader and Angel dust because he's Italian, this is somewhat inspired by my own bit of how my younger self made it her mission to piss off Italians because of that Italian TikTok duo back in 2020-2021 [???] She did not succeed as she did not know any Italians and all she did was eat spaghetti noodles with anything but a fork.

this is also the 100 followers special! Now at the time of posting we are FAR past that at 207! but better late then never! Thank you so much for the support, I genuinely did not think this many folks would like my silly little writings, I adore getting y'all's requests, comments, and just appearing in my inbox genuinely it makes my day thank you! And I hope you enjoy!

Angel Dust took great pride in his Italian heritage and culture, as he was truly Italian.

Unfortunately he lived with a centuries old Eldritch horror who may or may not have lived in Europe during the bubonic plague and didn't understand the more "modern'' Italian or Italy at all, and others that didn't understand the "sacredness" of the Italians.

🍝The spaghetti.🍝

You took over cooking in the hotel, you and Alastor had begun fighting over the kitchen, whoever got there first got to cook and today, you were victorious.

You were exploring new recipes you had thus far made spicy tteokbokki and Korean corn dogs, some type of curry that was sonic blue, teriyaki chicken, hummus and other things! You experimented with different flavors, seasonings,

These tasty things would've ended you if you ate it back when you were alive and not dying of the bubonic plague.

Anyways, you decided to give making spaghetti a try because you were in the mood for something fairly easy to make.

As you perused the recipe book while humming along to the songs playing from Alastor's radio show, you nodded noting down the ingredients before pulling out the phone that the little Imp that worked for you had bought you insisting you should have one to contact her instead of hunting her down at random and dragging her away.

You squinted as you scrolled through the few contacts you had until you reached said imp's phone number and slowly texted her a barrage of ingredients to buy.

Cece carefully opened the hotel doors and skittered over to the kitchen, having memorized the route since she delivered ingredients to you almost daily at this point.

You grinned as you took the ingredients from Cece's hands turning around to place them on the counter while she pulled up a chair and sat down waiting for the inevitable "Dear Cece can you cut this" or "Dear Cece can you stir this"

You washed off the tomatoes before slicing in an x and blanching them, you peeled the tomatoes after and diced them up before putting them aside to cut up yellow onions, you gathered them up and placed them into a pan, sprinkling in salt to unleashed the onion liquids and sweetness.

You added in some prechopped garlic and let it saute.

While that was happening you took the tomatoes and crushed them, once done you combined the tomatoes with the rest letting it simmer.

You added other components like herbs, basil and a little olive old at the end just for fun.

You filled up another pot with water to boil, sprinkling a twinge of salt and stirring it in.

You brushed your hands on your apron, as you scooted around to find the box of spaghetti noodles, grinning you opened it and take out the pasta.

It was at this unfortunate moment Angel dust decided to waltz on into the kitchen, intending to see what was for dinner and maybe snag something to munch on, you held the dry pasta over the pot, both hands gripping the ends

"Hey tentacles, what's for- WHAT THE FUCK!''

"Good evening Dearest Angel! I'm making spaghetti!"

You said unfazed as the pasta snapped in half and dropped into the pot as Angel dust watched in pure horror.

"Why would you do that?!" Angel asked, his voice pitched as he asked arms gesturing to the pot of sad broken pasta boiling away.

"Make spaghetti? I didn't think it was such a controversial meal"

"No! You broke the pasta! That's like the biggest sin ya can do! What is wrong with ya?"

"We're already in hell, I don't think sins matter much here," Cece popped in, you jumped slightly forgetting the imp was there.

"They do when it comes to' fuckin' pasta toots!"

Angel dust shouted before promptly turning around and leaving the kitchen, leaving you completely confused and Cece amused, unfortunately her amusement turned into irritation as you asked her to grab the ground beef and roll it into balls so you could cook them because meatballs.

During dinner time your spaghetti was a hit!

Charlie complimented your cooking saying you outdid yourself while Vaggie was grabbing a second serving, Sir Pentious enjoyed slurping up the noodles, Niffty kept stabbing the meatballs foe whatever reason, Husk seemed to enjoy the meal however Angel dust had one pair of arms crossed while he reluctantly ate, it was good he could admit but he knew the sin that you had committed while cooking, he knew that innocent pasta had been broken.

Angel dust almost died a second time when he walked into the kitchen later that night for a midnight snack and witnessed a probably drunk Husk eating leftover spaghetti pasta with ketchup because the sauce you had made was on a higher shelf in the refrigerator and he didn't feel like climbing.

🍕 pineapple pizza time.🍕

You and Alastor had... For lack of better words got into a little fight over the kitchen, tentacles, shadows, mild mind control and other things were used until Vaggie stepped in and separated the two of you,

It was decided that pizza would be ordered for the hotel, much to Alastor's disapproval.

Cheese, pepperoni, pineapple and ham, and supreme were the pizzas ordered unbeknownst to Angel dust since he was coming back to the hotel from a hangout with Cherri.

"Angel! Welcome back we ordered pizza!" Charlie said waving the spider over as Vaggie placed the pizza boxes onto the table.

"Great! I'm starvin'!" Angel walked over just in time to see the box containing pineapple pizza opened up.

"Nevermind I'll starve."

"We have other pizzas Angel."

Vaggie did not get paid enough to deal with this, she didn't even get paid!

Angel dust was extremely disappointed in you, you were the one to suggest getting pineapple pizza because you quote, "Never had it before and wanted to try it",

You were well over a few centuries old, you weren't a child, you had gone to hell and become an overlord that rained terror for a couple of years and therefore you should've been able to tell that pineapple on pizza was a crime against humanity, so what if pizza wasn't a thing during your time, it was a thing that came to be while you were down here!

He had later lectured you about it, it was amusing to you! You were a feared overlord and yet this little Italian guy had the gull to lecture you, this was normal in families right? To not be afraid of each other? How wonderful!

The lecture eventually switched over to Husk who was eating pizzas folded which was just weird because he was just tasting the crust! What about the cheese? The sauce? THE SAUCE HUSK? DO YOU NOT TASTE IT?

Husk was too sober for the lecture, Alastor found it amusing though.

🇮🇹Italian PowerPoint presentation 🇮🇹

"Alright tentacles, we're havin' a intervention!" Angel dust said throwing his hands down on the coffee table as you sipped something from a teacup, probably tea.

"Is what you dragged us here for? This shit?"

Husk was here, how did he always get dragged into these things? Niffty was beside him trying to stab a roach, Charlie and Vaggie were out of the hotel, Alastor was hell knew where, probably doing radio stuff and Angel dust had somehow tracked down your assistant and dragged her there.

"Oh! Whatever for dearie?" You asked head tilted as you placed your cup on the table,

"You've committed so many fuckin' crimes in the past week! Ya' broke the pasta before puttin' it in the pot! Ya' put cream in the carbonara! Ya ate pineapple on pizza, I get we're in hell but are ya fuckin' kiddin' me?-" Angel moved his arms around to empathize his point "Not to mention that little fusion stunt, ya' deranged octopus!"

You hummed thinking about the meals you've made recently before responding, "I don't think I made anything bad?"

"You decided to put tomato sauce, cheese and pepperoni on cooked ramen and stuck it in da' oven and ate it."

"It wasn't as good as the little people on the interwebs said."

"OF COURSE IT WASN'T GOOD IT WAS A CRIME! IT CAME OUT OF THE DEEPS OF HELL."

"Eh, it wasn't that bad" Cece popped in to stir the pot, Angel slowly turned around becoming slightly more spidery

"The fuck did ya just say?"

Cece shrugged, "Food's expensive and I need to eat."

Cece was picked up and thrown on the couch with you as Angel dust set up a PowerPoint presentation about the history of Italian food and whatever else, You did not want to be here you'd rather be drinking your drink in peace, Husk didn't want to be here he'd rather be drinking, your hellborn imp assistant didn't want to be here, she's never going to Italy she didn't need to know this and Niffty, well she's still stabbing things on the floor.

By the time Charlie and Vaggie returned you had zoned out completely and your mind was elsewhere, Niffty was napping on your shoulder, Cece had escaped by asking Angel if garlic bread was Italian and while he went on that tangent she ran out abandoning everyone.

Husk was more dead inside then per usual, he wasn't paid enough for this, the first hour was fine but this had been going on for five hours at this point, how did Angel dust manage to drag this PowerPoint presentation out so long?

Vaggie shut it down after it was realized that you weren't responding and they thought you had somehow died,

You did not die and you eventually snapped out of it when a white cloth was put over you in order to hide the body.

Good evening folks! Thank you for turning on in! I hope you enjoyed, my apologies for taking forever to get this out, if your wondering why it feels like there's a missing gap that's because I wrote a whole lil' thing of reader and Alastor combining forces to annoy Angel and I accidentally deleted it.

I'm gonna rewrite it eventually and add it to a different fic with Eldritch horror reader, also If your wondering why I have an imp OC in here there is a reason with Eldritch horror and their family complex you'll see eventually

I'll be getting the readers backstory which will be the 200 follower special out [hopefully] soon so tune on in for that! Thank you again have a wonderful day!

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #angel dust & reader #angel dust x reader #hazbin x reader #hazbin x you

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love3velyn · 6 months

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Spring Reset 🌷💌🌿🧸

Hello everyone! The past few months have been difficult since I moved to university. I've been feeling so run down and not myself recently but spring is a time for new beginnings! I'm back home for the easter holidays so I'm looking forward to spending the next few weeks relaxing and taking things slowly. I wanted to share a few ways I plan to spend some time on myself and reset for spring!

Spend time in nature

Spring is such a beautiful time, with daffodils appearing and trees blossoming. With the weather warming up it is the perfect time to take a gentle walk or ride your bike. Even spending time in a park or your garden can make all the difference on your mood.

Reading

I find getting involved in a story is such a lovely way to unwind from daily stresses. Recently I've been reading the Once Upon a Broken Heart series and I've been loving it so far! I also enjoy reading self-help books to get out of a rut and feel motivated again. Atomic Habits has been my current read and it's helping me plan new routines.

Set/check in on goals

Take this time off to reflect on how the year has been going so far, have you been keeping up with your New Year's resolutions? if not don't worry it's the perfect time to set new goals. It's never too late! Taking time out to slow down and reflect can be so helpful to realign yourself with who you want to be. I like journaling prompts and watching goal-setting videos on YouTube to help guide and motivate me!

Create a vision board

Following on from the last suggestion, creating a vision board is a lovely way to check your goals and create a vision of your dream life. I think it's such a fun and creative way to motivate yourself! I like to use Canva and Pinterest for my vision boards and I will look for quotes or pictures that I feel represent how I want my year to go. I find being very intentional about what you include makes them more meaningful. This year I am trying to make one for each season.

Plan quality time with family and friends

Since moving to university I have treasured time with my friends and family even more. This easter I am making time for my loved ones and catching up with old friends. Some of my favourite plans are watching a film/series together, playing board games or going on a walk. Taking time away from screens to properly catch up can be so important to show how much you care. If you are far away from friends or family arranging a call, sending a letter or playing a game online can be just as thoughtful! I would recommend Stardew Valley to anyone looking for a cosy spring game to play with friends.

Re-arrange/ decorate your room

A spring clean can be a lovely way to refresh your environment and feel motivated again. Life can be so busy that we forget to take care of our environment too. Taking out some time to declutter or rearrange your space can be so nice and give a new sense of energy to your room without having to spend lots of money.

Reset my sleep routine

I have some bad sleeping habits I've picked up over the school year so each night I am gradually pushing forward when I go to sleep and when I wake up by half an hour to gently get back to sleeping at a reasonable time.

Take time for yourself

It's important to remember that a holiday is there for a reason! It is so important to have time to relax and do whatever you enjoy, whether having a lay-in, a movie night or playing video games! Not everything you do needs to be productive and having downtime can bring so many benefits like reducing stress and making you more productive when you start working again.

I hope this post could give you some ideas for your own spring reset and I hope you have a lovely easter!

Love, Evelyn x

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dearemilia · 2 years

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Eating for two | Childe

Note(s) | Last post for 2022!! Thank you all for reading my works 🫶🎉

A choking sound could be heard, and you turned to look at Paimon, you let out a small gasp and hurriedly grabbed a small cup of water.

You frowned when you see her carelessly drink the water down her throat.

"Paimon, drink the water slowly, you're going to choke again" Lumine turns to look at Paimon, annoyed "Listen to what [Name] says Paimon" She sighs heavily.

Lumine then turns to look at you with an apologetic expression "I apologize [Name]...She can be a handful sometimes"

Paimon didn't care and just started eating again. You and Childe let out a few laughs as Paimon continued on eating "That's fine, Lumine. We're delighted to have you two here anyway"

Childe nods and sends Lumine a genuine smile "And I'd like to thank you for accompanying my beloved when I wasn't here"

Lumine nearly rolls her eyes but holds back "No need for formalities, Childe. [Name] is our friend here anyways" Paimon nods her head frantically "Mhm!! Plus [Name]'s food is the best!" You giggled from her comment "My, are you here just for my cooking Paimon? Oh, you wound me" You teased as Paimon immediately denied the accusations.

"N-No!! Obviously, that's not! Plus, we're here to look after you and the baby!"

What?

‌Immediately spit out his wine "Your what?!" He snapped his head at you, staring at you, looking for answers.

‌Lumine had to escort Paimon out so you two can have some alone time after she (unfortunately) ruined the surprise.

‌Childe sat closer to you and patiently waited for your answer.

‌You sighed heavily "Well...that surprise is ruined now..." "So your..." "Pregnant? Yes, yes I am Ajax" You cupped his cheek and slowly placed your lips onto his.

‌Childe kisses you back and picks you up as he twirls you around. You two break from the kiss and he buries his head to your chest "Thank you, my love"

‌ He never imagined himself to be a father, not with him being a fatui harbinger, his thirst for battle, and with the dark abyss in his body slowly corrupting him, he knew life wasn't gonna be fair with him.

‌ However, being with you, his first and only love. You lighted up his life, loved everything about him, comforted him during his dark days and have been patient with him even when he wasn't in the best mood.

‌ He'd accompany you when you need something and if he's busy, he's asking the traveler or Zhongli to accompany you.

‌Childe is extremely protective of you and his baby, if anyone tries to do anything, they'll be hearing from him.

‌"Ajax...you have work, I don't want you to be late because of me" He grumbled and hugged your body "They can manage" You rolled your eyes but knew there wasn't anything you could do anyway.

‌Childe insists on helping you do daily chores but you had scolded him and told him off.

‌The first time you cried over your tea getting mixed up caught him so off guard, but then he learned that it was natural for you to be emotional.

‌He loves talking to your unborn child, probably tells it how he slayed a monster and how he almost destroyed a nation.

‌Is excited for when you and the child finally gets to meet his family (before that though, he has to prepare you for the icy cold temperature there, wouldn't want to end up freezing to death now, would we)

‌ Celestia forbid, if anything happens to his family, he'll burn this world if he had too.

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin x y/n #genshin scenarios #genshin headcanons #genshin imagines #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x you #genshin impact x y/n #childe x reader #Tartaglia #lumine #childe #genshin fluff

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indeedcaptain · 10 months

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Regulatory Relations, chapter 5: The Child Inside

Wahoo, chapter 5! This is shaping up to be significantly longer than my only other multi-chapter fic so that's fun. Enjoy: the introduction of Scotty, Spock gets stage fright, and Jimbo has a nightmare.

Also posted on AO3 here!

☆☆☆

Kirk woke up in a good mood. They had over a week before Admiral April would meet them at Starbase 27, there was nothing in between them and their destination but vacuum, and the only pressing matter on Kirk’s to-do list was to mercilessly tease Spock and build their public ‘relationship’ by calling him sweet and silly names.

Spock was waiting outside his quarters again when Kirk opened the door, and Kirk beamed at him. “Good morning, Mr. Spock,” he said, falling into step alongside him. “Are you ready for step two?”

Spock’s lips narrowed. “I suppose so.” He clasped and unclasped his hands behind him as they walked. Kirk looked at him more closely: Spock was always the picture of perfect posture, but his shoulders were pulled back too tightly, and his fingertips were blanched white by the strength of his grip on his wrist.

“Spock,” Kirk said slowly, pulling him to a stop by his elbow. Spock allowed himself to be turned, glancing down the hallway. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing is wrong, captain,” Spock said, but his eyes were fixed on Kirk’s forehead instead of making eye contact.

“Bullshit,” Kirk said. He gave Spock’s arm a little shake where he still held it by the elbow. “If you’re uncomfortable with this, you have to let me know before we go any further. We can still stop.” His stomach tightened with anxiety. What if, after all their planning, Spock decided he would rather leave than have to break his Vulcan boundaries? What if his place on the Enterprise wasn’t worth the effort?

Finally Spock met his gaze. “I believe the plan, overall, is still sound. However…” He inhaled through his nose. “I did not find yesterday to be difficult, as it was more of the same of our daily routine. I find today’s goals to be more… audacious.”

“Audacious? What, the pet names?”

“I have never used a pet name,” Spock said stiffly. Kirk wagged Spock’s arm again, his trepidation melting away, before turning him and steering them both down the hallway again.

“That’s fine, Spock, it’s fine. Leave the pet names to me. Your only job today is to call me Jim in public.”

Spock said quietly, “That seems more reasonable.” As his shoulders relaxed slightly and he released his hands from behind his back, Kirk bumped his shoulder against Spock’s.

“You do not have to worry about me voiding our agreement, captain,” Spock said after a moment, glancing at him. “I am deeply grateful to you for finding a solution that allows me to stay on the Enterprise, and I am willing to endure some discomfort in the realization of that solution.”

Kirk smiled and let their arms brush as they walked side by side. “I’m glad to hear it, Mr. Spock. I would hate for the crew to think that I scared you off for good with all my illogical human touching.”

“After years of tolerating your illogical human touching, captain, I believe I am immune to being frightened by it.”

“Tolerating,” Kirk scoffed. “If you didn’t like it, you would have broken my arm the first time I tried it.”

“Breaking the bones of one’s superior officer is frowned upon in most circles.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he said as they approached the mess hall. Crewmembers loitered around the entrance, nursing mugs of whatever they’d replicated and talking in small groups. Kirk leaned into Spock’s space, his mouth close to Spock’s pointed ear, and dropped his voice so only the other man would hear him: “I’m serious, though. If you get too uncomfortable, let me know. We can make this work without having to do everything the human way.”

Spock leaned slightly towards him, his cheek scant inches from Kirk’s mouth, and when he turned to meet Kirk’s eyes he was intimately close. At this distance, Kirk noticed for the first time that Spock’s irises were not the same shade the whole way through: they were variegated darker and lighter brown, like sunlight against tree bark. He blinked as Spock murmured back, voice low and soft, “Thank you, Jim. Your consideration is… greatly appreciated.” Spock straightened, removing himself from Kirk’s personal space, and Kirk blinked again. The noise of the mess hall flooded back into his awareness, and he resisted the urge to shake himself like a wet dog to clear his mind of the color of Spock’s eyes, and his deep voice in Kirk’s ear. Then Bone was calling to him from a table, waving him and Spock down to join him and Uhura, and he replicated breakfast and joined them.

Spock sat down with his own breakfast and placed a cup of hot coffee next to Kirk’s plate. Kirk said, teasing, “Thank you, dear.” Spock dropped into his chair, the perfect image of shell-shocked, as Uhura snorted into a napkin and Bones groaned and dropped his forehead into one hand.

“I do not believe we have to convince the present company of anything,” Spock said, and frowned slightly at Kirk.

“Just getting you used to it before we have to do it in front of others, honey.”

“I have changed my mind. Please contact the admirals,” Spock said, deadpan, but the warmth in his eyes when he turned to Kirk took any sting from his words.

☆☆☆

The perfect opportunity arose for Kirk to further their plan as he descended through the ship to meet with Scotty. He was early, going straight from a coffee break to Engineering instead of back to the bridge first, and he would be passing through the laboratory decks anyway. This time of day, Spock would be there, either among his scientists or in his office, and nearly the entire science department would be present. He thought that they might require more convincing than most: as they knew Spock best, they would likely be more hesitant to believe that he had been in a secret relationship.

He peered into each laboratory, waving to scientists who weren’t so absorbed in their work that they didn’t see him, and after three labs with no Spock, he found Dr. Khan. She was sitting at the same computer as the previous day, face nearly pressed to the screen, scanning down some sort of report. He cleared his throat at a polite distance, but she still jumped at the noise.

“Oh! Captain,” she said, picking up her glasses from where they had rested on her desk and returning them to her face. “What can I help you with?”

“Hello, Dr. Khan,” he said. “Do you happen to know where Mr. Spock is?”

“Ah, yes,” she said, and came to meet him by the door. “He’s in one of the botany labs today --- Lieutenant Sulu asked him to review the nitrogen levels in the soil or something.” The tone of her ‘or something’ implied that she considered anything that dealt in milliliters to be a far less worthy endeavor than something on the scale of astronomical units. Kirk suppressed a smile. Spock had complained --- not that Spock would ever call it complaining, no sir, simply sharing information --- that the astronomers and physicists did not always understand the biologists. Spock, who knew too much about everything, did not believe the binary of organic versus inorganic science to be a valid dichotomy, but he also didn’t understand the human value of a healthy workplace rivalry. So Kirk just hummed empathetically in response to Dr. Khan’s dismissal and followed her deeper into the den of labs.

She pulled up in front of a door labeled “HIGH TEMPERATURE, HIGH HUMIDITY. DO NOT CHANGE ENVIRO SETTINGS.” Someone had left a sticky note beneath the printed sign in jagged, angry handwriting that said “This means you, Ellen!!!!!”

“He’s in here, captain. Is there anything else?”

“No, Dr. Khan, that’s all. Thank you very much. I’m sure you’re busy.”

She shrugged. “No busier than anyone else.” Then she departed, her out-of-regulation white coat flapping around her as she strode quickly back down the hallway.

As Kirk peered through the clear plate in the door, he discovered that the scene was perfectly set for his entrance. He could easily see Spock in front of him on the other side of the lab, broad shoulders hunched over as he prodded some plant with a tool clasped delicately in his long fingers. The lights reflected off the back of his dark hair like a halo. Tucked away in a corner Kirk could see two other scientists working on something else—but they were at such an angle from the door that he could be forgiven for mistakenly thinking that Spock was alone in the lab.

He hit the turbo door release button and was smacked in the face by a wave of heat that reminded him pleasantly of a Georgia summer. Grinning, he pressed on, quickly putting the other science officers behind him without looking their way.

He took a deep breath. “Hey, honey! I was looking for you.” Did anyone notice how unpracticed the word felt in his mouth? Did anyone notice how his voice caught just slightly in his throat?

Spock, who had straightened and turned at the sound of the door opening, gently set his implement down and cocked his head. “Hello, Jim,” he said, and his voice was half-fond and half-admonishing. He nodded at his two staff members in the corner, who watched them both with wide eyes: Kirk gave them a sheepish grin and a wave as he crossed the lab to stand next to Spock, inspecting the plant he had been bothering.

“Sorry, sorry, didn’t mean to disrupt,” he said, loud enough to carry, and then dropped his voice back to normal volume. “How are Sulu’s plants?”

“Surviving despite his best attempts to overwater them,” Spock said, and he pinched the damp soil between two fingers. The dirt smudged against the pale green of his fingertips, and Kirk was forcibly reminded of the warm brown of his eyes, unnoticed until this morning. Not honey but chocolate, an unfamiliar voice in his brain said. He swatted it down.

“I’m sure they’ll be just fine under your supervision,” Kirk said. “I just wanted to come say hello. I’m off to see Scotty about some contraption he’s dreamed up with Giotto.”

“It sounds either usefully dangerous or dangerously useful,” Spock said, and Kirk laughed.

“That sounds about right, but I won’t know which until I get there. Dinner tonight?”

“Certainly, captain,” Spock said, and his hand twitched hesitantly before he raised it, brushing across Kirk’s upper back, before squeezing his opposite shoulder. Though Kirk frequently did the same thing to Spock—had done it just this morning—it felt strangely intimate when done to him. Spock’s face, tilted down to his plant, was cautious, unsure. Kirk tried to project the general feeling of “great job!” at Spock, leaning into him.

He stood there for a moment, feeling the strange warmth of Spock pressed against his arm, before shrugging and saying, “I’m off, then. Just came down to say hi.” Spock released his shoulder to reclaim his calipers.

“Enjoy Commander Scott’s latest experiment, captain,” Spock said, as he bent back down to peer at the drooping leaves of Sulu’s abused plant.

“Will do,” Kirk replied, and rested his hand on Spock’s back for just a second before departing. Was it as awkward to watch as it felt to do? Did the scientists in the lab think they were just strange together? He gave them a half-hearted wave on the way out, and they both smiled pleasantly at him. One gave him a thumbs up.

Well, that was odd. But probably a good sign. He filed it in his mind as something to ask Spock about over dinner.

Ten minutes later he was in Engineering, absorbing the warm hum of her engines and the gentle, ever-present clatter and banging of the engineers.

“Captain!” Scotty cried, and gestured him over. He and Giotto were bent over something on a workbench, and Kirk ambled over to see. It looked like they were performing open-heart surgery on a communicator.

“Permanent lock, do you think?” Giotto was saying.

“I’d certainly hope so,” Scotty said. “‘Much easier to strengthen a weak signal than pick up a lost one again, even for Chekov.”

“What’s this, gentlemen?” Kirk asked.

“This, sir,” Scotty said dramatically, lifting the beating heart, so to speak, of the communicator, “is the future of transporter technology.”

Kirk waited patiently. When he didn’t immediately fall to his knees praising Scotty’s genius, Scotty sighed and lowered the innards in his hand for Kirk to observe. It looked like the normal internal parts of a comms unit, but with maybe a new battery and something that looked like part of a transporter cable.

“One of the most dangerous parts of away missions is the beam-out, sir,” Giotto said. “Scotty and I were thinking---”

“Aye. We were thinking, what if we didn’t have to find the team anew every time they wanted to beam out? What if we keep contact with them even through the mission, so that when they’re ready to go, the transporter already has a lock on their signal?”

Kirk prodded the cable with a fingertip. Scotty had soldered it to what looked like a battery, but he wasn’t sure: it was smaller than any battery they kept on the ship. He wouldn’t put it past Scotty to have acquired it in a nefarious way on one of their previous shore leaves, though.

“It makes sense,” he said, and Giotto and Scotty made satisfied eye contact. “But does it work?”

“Ach, there’s the rub,” Scotty sighed. “We haven’t been able to test it yet. Beaming on the ship while at warp--- too much could go wrong. We don’t want to leave some poor ensign out among the stars because the transporter was too slow!”

“So the communicator will permanently transmit location to the transporter?”

“Aye, sir. That’s what the extra power source is for--- otherwise, it would run out of juice too quickly. And that’s another thing we’re working on,” Scotty said, taking a breath, but Kirk sensed the beginning of a lecture and held up a hand.

“I love it,” he said. He blinked away memories of screaming security officers getting eaten by enormous creatures as they waited for the transporter to lock onto them. “Keep at it, gentlemen, and we’ll test it as soon as we’re able. We ought to receive new orders in about a week, when we pick up Admiral April.”

Scotty made a little noise in the back of his throat that told Kirk exactly what he thought of Admiral April. Giotto sighed.

“We’ll only have adult supervision for a few weeks, Scott,” Kirk said bracingly. “But maybe don’t hit warp 13 while he’s here, yeah?”

“It’s not that, sir,” Scotty said. He looked nervously to Giotto before he said, “He’s been, ah. He’s been contacting me a mite more than usual.”

Kirk blinked. “Contacting you personally? About what?” Giotto looked nervous now too, and Kirk crossed his arms. “What’s he been contacting you about, Scotty?”

“Commander Spock, sir,” Scotty said. “He’s been hammering at me to convince Spock to leave the ship for some science vessel. I told him, Captain Kirk is the only one that Spock listens to, and I’ll be damned if even you could get him to do something that he really didn’t want to do. But he didn’t like that answer.”

Exhaling sharply, Kirk pinched the bridge of his nose. “He’s been after me as well,” he admitted. “He wants me to convince Spock to leave the Enterprise and take command somewhere else.”

Scotty looked horrified. “But you’re not going to do it, are ye, captain?”

“Of course not,” Kirk said sharply, and Scotty’s face immediately melted with relief. Giotto just watched them both, coolly assessing. “He’s not leaving. April doesn’t know it yet, but he’s not. He can’t.”

“That’s good to hear, sir,” Scotty said. “It wouldn’t feel right, the Enterprise without Mr. Spock.”

“It’ll be alright. He’s not leaving,” Kirk said, more softly. Scotty nodded sympathetically and patted Kirk on the shoulder. Giotto watched them. Then Scotty’s attention drifted back to the parts in his hand, and Kirk, recognizing the dismissal, left them to their work.

☆☆☆

Kirk was sitting at a table with Spock, Uhura, and Bones again, watching Bones and Spock snipe at each other over one thing or another when the easygoing air in the mess hall stilled like the air before a storm. The laughter and shouting from the other tables and by the replicators grew sharply in intensity, and Kirk could hear the rumbling of genuine discontent. He stood immediately. Spock, unquestioning, stood and followed him, leaving Bones and Uhura looking at each other in confusion. Kirk shoved his way through the increasingly agitated line for the replicators to the source of the tension: a red-shirted security officer holding what looked to be a pile of black sludge.

“What’s this, Lieutenant?” Kirk asked, intentionally keeping his voice light.

The officer held the tray and its unfortunate contents out for Kirk’s inspection. “Replicator’s broken, sir.” Spock leaned in to observe, curving around Kirk’s shoulder, and prodded the pile with a finger. It disintegrated into black ash, fluttering in the nonexistent breeze and coating the officer and Spock’s hand in a layer of fine black soot. Kirk frowned and turned to the replicator in question. He experimentally pushed a few buttons, but nothing happened. A yeoman called from a few replicators over: “This one’s out, too, captain.”

His heart stuttered in his chest before picking up double-time. This is not like that, he told himself firmly, and he went to see the other replicator even as the mess spun around him.

“Mr. Spock, please check the others,” he heard himself say. In his head he felt very small, and very far away, but he pulled his armor around himself and forced his captain’s mask to smile at the worried yeoman. Then he turned back to the line.

“Would someone mind calling Commander Scott? We’ll take a look and get this sorted just as soon as we can. In the meantime…” He playfully nodded at the sooty lieutenant, head moving despite the restrained panic locking his spine. “Please don’t touch anything else. Go get cleaned up, lieutenant.”

“Yes, sir,” the officer said miserably, and departed in a puff of black ash. He heard someone use the mess comms, calling down to Engineering. Spock reappeared at his side, his chest nearly against Kirk’s shoulder, hand on his upper back, and said, “It seems all eight replicators are down. It is unclear if those in the main crew mess are similarly affected. It also seems as though it is a software problem and not a hardware one.”

“Yes,” Kirk said, his voice coming out unnaturally calm even as his bones ached within his skin. “Yes, thank you, Mr. Spock. Shall we wait for Scotty to come work his magic?”

“I do not believe understanding the laws of physics counts as a magical ability,” Spock said, and Kirk forced a chuckle. He sensed the irritation and tension of the hungry crowd slowly dissipate, and the crew reclaimed their seats or headed elsewhere to find food. There was plenty of food on the ship, even if the replicators were down, and they were only a week out from the starbase now. There would not be a fight in the food line over the last of the resources. No one would starve.

As he leaned against the wall and Spock hovered at his shoulder, that was what he kept telling himself. No one was going to starve. Machines broke down all the time, and Scotty and his engineers were always able to fix them. This wasn’t going to be like before.

“Jim,” Spock said quietly. He was standing so close that their shoulders were touching again. “Are you well?”

“Of course,” Kirk’s captain persona said, as he struggled to reclaim control of his face and voice. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

Spock considered for a moment before he said, “I felt your heart rate increase by 37% in the twenty-six seconds after Yeoman Korros said that the replicators were broken.”

Kirk put two inches of space between their arms. He didn’t want anyone, not even Spock, to sense his inherent weakness, his failing composure. No one could know. “I’m fine, Spock. Just one of the fun quirks of the human body, I suppose.”

“Indeed, captain,” Spock said, but he dropped the matter as Scotty arrived. Because Scotty was a genius, and because they were on the Enterprise and not trapped on a mismanaged planet enduring dramatic climatic shifts, the replicators were up and running again in thirty minutes. Kirk reclaimed his seat by Bones when it became apparent that Spock and Scotty did not require his assistance, and Bones patted his leg surreptitiously under the table.

“Need an ear, Jimmy?” Bones asked. His tone was casual but his blue eyes were focused and intent, scanning Kirk’s face. Bones was the only man on the Enterprise, or outside of his family, who knew about Kirk’s less-than-glorious childhood, and it was only because he had access to even the redacted parts of Kirk’s medical records. Slowly, slowly, the ice pick of panic that had pierced his heart melted away until the animal tension of a hungry crowd no longer pulled his skin taut. He was safe, and he was home. He was fine.

“I’m alright, Bones. Thanks.”

“Sure,” Bones said, his accent pulling the word into two syllables. Kirk turned away from his too-perceptive gaze to continue picking at his dinner. It turned to ash in his mouth, but he at least put on a good show of eating it.

Spock returned after the replicators were fixed, and their foursome eventually relinquished their table to the other diners and departed. Bones went back to Medbay, Uhura to her quarters, and Spock and Kirk to theirs.

As they approached Spock’s door, Kirk saw the other man inhale like he was about to speak. He could not sit across from Spock and be in his familiar, comforting presence right now—he couldn’t sit across from those understanding eyes and keep his secrets. And he wasn’t willing to see Spock’s disappointment when he realized there was just a wounded child hiding behind the shield of the invincible starship captain. So before Spock could ask if he wanted to play chess, as he almost certainly was going to, Kirk said, “Good night, Mr. Spock.”

Kirk left him standing at his door. He heard the aborted half-syllable of a different word on Spock’s tongue before he adjusted and said instead, “Good night, captain.” He smiled and nodded in Spock’s direction without meeting his eyes, and slipped into the blessed stillness of his own quarters.

Alone, with no one to see him, he allowed his knees to buckle. He crouched with his back pressed against his closed door, face pressed to his hands. He was a starship captain, and a damn good one, and he was not about to let the ghosts of his past mar the image of himself that he had built brick by bloody brick. He would not let his crew see the cracks behind the facade and forsake the trust that they had put in him.

In, one, two, three, four, five. Out, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven. He inhaled and counted, and exhaled and counted, until the last remnants of fear had retreated back to wherever it lived in his body. He stood, his legs tingling unpleasantly as blood rushed back into them, and robotically prepared for bed.

As he brushed his teeth, he smelled the faint tinge of Spock’s meditation incense seeping from under the bathroom door, and a little more of his stress melted away. It reminded him pleasantly of the other night, when he had barged in to propose marriage. And now, just three days later, they were enacting a batshit plan to convince the crew that they were in a relationship, that they were going to be married, all so Spock wouldn’t be forced to leave.

The craziest part was, he realized, bending to spit toothpaste into the sink, was that it seemed to be working. It was almost funny. He thought that they would have had to fight tooth and nail to override his (somewhat deserved) reputation as a rake and Spock’s (almost definitely deserved) reputation as a machine. He inhaled the comforting smell of Spock’s incense one more time before shutting the bathroom lights off and climbing into his own bed.

He closed his eyes and prayed to whoever might be listening for a restful night of sleep. He wasn’t particularly hopeful, though.

He woke up in a cave. It stunk of warm skin, of sickness and rot. The earth was hard beneath his body. It felt like his hip bones, his tailbone and shoulder blades, each of his knobby vertebra, were pressing a bruise against the inside of his skin where they rested heavily against the ground. There was no farmboy softness to him, not anymore.

It was mostly dark out, no sunlight to illuminate the rabbit-warren tunnel that they had stumbled down, only the faint light of a waxing moon providing any visibility. He could see the shadowed bodies of his friends in gentle repose, lying alongside him on the ground. He counted them off: one, two, three, four, five. At six, his eyes jerked to a halt. Something wasn’t right. Before he was aware that he was moving he had scrambled across the dirt to her: Laika, his age, her brown hair a rat’s nest of dirt and leaves, unmoving.

“No, no, no,” he whispered, and shook the shoulder of the boy lying next to her. “Tommy, wake up!” Her unnatural stillness had caught his attention: now that he was next to her, he could see more clearly the waxy pallor of her cheeks and lips, the immobile smoothness of her eyelids. Tommy woke with a jolt, rolling over immediately. He pushed himself up with one hand and shook Laika with the other.

“Hey,” he said, his voice growly with sleep. “Wake up.”

Jimmy grabbed her other shoulder, shaking her, the other hand coming to rest against her gaunt cheek. “Hey. Laika. It’s not funny. Wake up.” But Laika did not wake up. Her eyes did not open. Her chest did not rise.

“Jimmy, what happened?” Tommy whispered.

“I don’t know,” Jimmy said, disbelief raising his voice high like a younger child’s. “I just woke up, and I saw that---” He gagged, overwhelmed by the smell of dirty skin and death, sickness and rot. “Laika, wake up!” God, he was so tired, and so hungry, and there were only five of them now, and what would they do without her?

“We have to move her,” Jimmy whispered as Tommy whimpered to himself, hand still mechanically rocking Laika’s shoulder.

“What? No! Why?” Tommy whispered back.

“We can’t let the littles see her like this,” he said.

“Where are we going to put her? We can’t bury her!”

“Down the mountain. Near the town. They won’t notice another body.” Jimmy hated the words as they came out of his mouth: practical, useful, awful. But Tommy sniffled, wiped his nose with the back of his hand, and nodded. Jimmy nodded back and shoved Tommy gently. Tommy got up, stepping carefully around the sleeping littles, and gingerly picked up Laika’s ankles. Jimmy wormed his hands under her shoulders and bent his arms under hers, picking her up off the ground. They backed up to the entrance and Jimmy went as slowly as he could, arms burning with the strain of Laika’s weight, until he felt the cool air of the night outside of their den on his back.

Together they carried her down the mountain in the worst parade of two Jimmy had ever been a part of, and they left her on the outskirts, and Tommy kissed her forehead and cried, and they held hands as they stole quietly back to their safe hole. They crawled back inside, each refusing to let go of the other’s hand, and fell asleep curled together.

Jimmy woke up in a cave. It stunk of warm skin, of sickness and rot. The earth was hard beneath his body. “No, no, no,” he said, and in aching horror and disbelief he scrambled over to Laika’s dead body, her dead body which should have been on the outskirts of town but was cooling, decomposing, in their den. He woke up Tommy and convinced him to help him carry her down the mountain, and then they fell asleep together.

Jimmy woke up in a cave. He woke up in a cave and carried his friend’s dead body down the mountain over and over and over

Kirk woke up in his quarters with a half-strangled yell choking his throat. He flung the covers back and sat up, gasping, panic and grief clogging his windpipe until he recognized the dim shape of his room on the Enterprise around him. He dragged his hands over his face, feeling the fullness of his cheeks, the strength of his arms, his healed adult body, with sickening relief. He dragged his exhausted body into the sonic shower to clear the nightmare sweat off his skin and let the roar of the machine drown out his own thoughts.

When he was clean again, and finally steady on his feet, he dropped himself back into bed and into a dreamless sleep.

#spirk #my writing #k/s #kirk/spock #k/s fan fiction #kirk/spock fan fiction #spirk fan fiction #regulatory relations #fake married

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molloytheboy · 1 year

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thanks for the tag @esinofsardis and @complicitsacrilege <3

current time: 11:35 am

current mood: vibrating with excitement about the outline i just fleshed out for chapter 3 of Come As You Are this shit's gonna be GOOD cannot wait to get there

current activity: taking my first break from writing today to fill this out, then gonna have lunch before i get back to it

currently thinking about: Louis slowly losing his mind with jealousy/paranoia about Nicki and how much fucking fun that is to write

current favorite song:

currently reading:

The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas

Dracula by Bram Stoker via Dracula Daily

currently watching: just youtube channels for the most part lately

current favorite character: Louis de Pointe du Lac being the most petty self-serving version of himself <3

current WIPs:

Come As You Are

^ This is the only one I'm actively working on atm, but once I've posted chapter 2 I'm going to switch gears to preparing for the VC Kink Week coming up!

#tag game #Spotify

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the-duckless-pond · 2 months

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Kind of a Happenstance update? Kind of a diary entry

I think I can get some editing done, and do some work on Happenstance for the first time in like three weeks. It’s hard, but I think I’m ready to do at least a little something.

I charged my laptop in preparation and it’s been at full for a few hours now. I got a burst of anxiety trying to open it and get to the current unedited chapter, and I’m out of my anxiety medicine, so I’m taking it slow. I’ll just edit one chapter, and then I can do something relaxing and maybe have a fun snack or something. Reward myself.

Since I’ve moved, my mental health continues to improve slowly but surely. I’m not focusing on writing although I would like to, because school starts at the end of the month and I need to make sure I am doing well enough to… well, do well at that. But writing is on my radar and as my mood improves my motivation and desire to do so is starting to return. I woke up itching to do something yesterday, but ultimately didn’t because I had a panic attack that afternoon. Today has been all about calming down from that and feeling safe here, despite having an anxiety ridden morning with my stove’s pilot light going out and smelling gas (it’s lit now and I feel better, but I was flipping out and my intrusive thoughts were awful).

All that to say that I am improving, little by little. Probably no proper writing getting done until I get my furniture, and thus my favorite writing spot the couch back. But I think I can edit comfortably from the air mattress, so I’m going to try and do that. If I have an anxiety attack opening my laptop like I did last week when I tried to edit this, I’ll just set it aside until I have my couch and then try again. I get my furniture on Friday, so that’s not too long a wait, and I have enough edited chapters that I could even post daily until then. But I’d like to avoid all that stress and just get some editing done. Just one chapter. That’s it. Just one.

I think I’ll make a decaf and then try. Oh, but first I will take my evening medicine because I’ve been forgetting to do that. Then I’ll make the decaf. Then I’ll open my laptop. One step at a time.

#happenstance #writing update #anne writes #diary entry

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firstaidspray · 8 months

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Birthday Countdown Revchase Snippets - Day 2

To celebrate Valentine's month as well as my birthday month, I'm going to post a snippet of Revchase every day until my birthday, using these prompts- there are 25 so it leads right up to my birthday!! I'm a bit behind bc it's been a few days into a month but here is the second:

2- Write about your ship helping each other to prepare a special meal.

Pairing: Robert Chase/Reverie (oc)

Media: House MD

Word Count: 1,367

Rating: T

CW: Nothing, just language

“This is stupid, I hate cooking. I truly, truly fucking hate cooking.”

Chase stifles a laugh when Reverie says this. She's barely even done a thing, yet she's angry. That's how much she hates cooking. Or, in this case, baking.

“Don't fuckin’ laugh!” Reverie says, trying to be serious but also avoiding a scoff. “I'm serious, this is dumb.”

Chase places his hand on her shoulder. “Babe, it's just a dozen chocolate chip cookies. What's the big deal?”

She throws her hands up. “It's for the stupid office Christmas party, and if I fuck it up, everyone is going to laugh at me. And I know I'll fuck it up because I. Hate. Cooking!!”

He can't help but laugh. “You can't be serious. Rev, it's an office Christmas party. It's that important to you?”

Nodding slowly, Reverie clenches her hands into fists. “Yes. I get mocked on the daily by House for shit that doesn't mean anything, but if I get made fun of for fucking up a batch of stupid goddamn cookies, I swear to God, Chase, I will break his nose.”

Chase nods, smirking at the thought of tiny, five foot one Reverie knocking House down over cookies of all things. But he understands why she'd react that way. This is special to her, so he's going to play along.

“Okay, okay. Look, you may not know this about me, but I'm actually decent at baking. Let me help you, let me make this special for you. At least take the stress of doing it by yourself away.”

He says this as he holds her shoulder, blue eyes locking with her near-black ones. The smile on his face is genuine, and as always, makes Reverie melt, so she gives in with a roll of the eyes and a reluctant smile.

“Alright. We gonna dump this first mix and start up a new one?” Reverie asks, taking the bowl and readying herself to toss it in the trash.

Chase shakes his head and takes the bowl back from her. “No, because you didn't actually do anything wrong. Put it back under the mixer.”

She looks shocked that there isn't a thing wrong with what she thought was a pile of garbage. “Really? I thought I–”

“Nope, put this in there,” Chase says, handing her a small cup of milk. “You just need a bit more of this. Now mix it again.”

Reverie nods and sets the bowl into place and flips on the mixer, then watches with Chase as the batter forms. He was right, it's beginning to look like real cookie dough.

“Okay, that's enough,” Chase announces as he turns off the mixer. “It looks good. You want to add the chocolate chips?”

This time, she looks excited to keep baking, and nods furiously. “Yep, I wanna do it! I hope everyone at PPTH likes a lot of chocolate in these cunts.”

Dumping practically all of the chocolate chips into the bowl, Reverie laughs to herself. “Heh, maybe this isn't so bad.”

A smile spreads on Chase's face. “I told you. Let's mix it up.”

The two both reach for the switch on the mixer at the same time, and turn to smile at each other as they turn it on. As the mixer spins, Reverie twirls on one foot and, in a swift motion, wraps her arms around Chase's shoulders.

“We should put on some music,” Chase suggests, catching her hips between his hands when she spins up to him, “if you're gonna dance like this. Must mean you're in a better mood.”

Reverie taps him on the tip of his nose. “Yep. I am. Only thanks to you.”

Chase smiles at this. “You're sweet. Like the batter that we're kind of neglecting.”

Hearing this, Reverie rushes over to the mixer and turns it off, inspecting the mixture in the bowl. She stares down at it, brows knit.

“Does it look okay?” Reverie asks.

Chase nods. “Yep.” He then pokes a finger into it, taking a chunk of dough with it, and pops it into his mouth. “Tastes better than okay, too.”

She sighs in relief. “Thank God. Okay, do we put them on the sheet to bake now?”

“You don't pay attention to recipes?” Chase asks playfully. “Yeah, let's do it. Let me put on some music first.”

As Chase heads over to the stereo and turns on Soundgarden's Superunknown, Reverie gets out a sheet for the cookies and a scoop, then sprays the sheet with non-stick coating. When he returns, he takes the bowl from the mixer stand and places it beside the sheet.

Reverie begins scooping out dough and dropping it onto the sheet in near-perfect spheres. Chase smiles as he watches her– the precision she brings to surgery translates even to baking. Once she's placed all the dough onto the sheet, she places it into the oven, closes the door, and turns on the timer.

“And now we wait,” Chase says, putting his hands back at Reverie’s sides, swaying them both to the music. “As long as we listen to the timer, they'll be fine.”

Reverie nods, playing with Chase's hair as her hands rest at the back of his head. “Okay. What do we do while we wait?”

He smiles. “This.”

“You know, I could turn this into an elaborate little ballet, if you really want to dance,” Reverie says, pulling away from Chase and grabbing him by the hand, twirling away and gesturing to him with a flourish.

Chase takes her hand tight in his and pulls Reverie close to his chest, spinning her in a circle as he does so. She falls into a fit of laughter and laces her hands together behind his neck again, returning to the simple swaying from before.

“Unfortunately, I don't have my pointe shoes with me today,” Chase replies sarcastically. “But if you want to do a little dance for me, well…I'm not opposed to that.”

Reverie rolls her eyes. “And unfortunately I don't have my platform heels with me today.”

With a scoff, Chase pulls her closer. “So not fair. They're in the closet and the bedroom is only a few feet away, you know.”

“Yeah, but…we need to watch the timer, remember?” She reminds him. “We can't get too distracted.”

“Oh, fine. I guess you're right.” He smiles and gives her a peck on the forehead.

As the cookies continue to bake, the pair continue to do their little dance in the kitchen, exhausting a quarter of the album before the timer beeps that the baked goods are ready. Funny enough, both of them look down at their waists instinctively, their brains having registered it as a pager.

“Don't forget oven mitts!” Chase calls after Reverie as she goes over to the counter.

Reverie shoots a glare his way. “You think I'm stupid or something? Fuck off,” she responds playfully.

Chase smirks as he watches Reverie slip on a pair of oven mitts and open up the oven. When she bends over to pull out the cookies, he gives her a light smack on the ass, startling her but not enough to drop anything.

“Fucker,” she snaps, though not seriously. She places the sheet on the counter and stands back to admire the fresh cookies. “How do they look?”

He stands next to her and takes one off the sheet, despite the temperature, and says, “Good. The question is, how do they taste?”

After making noises of complaint at the heat, Chase manages to chew and swallow the bite of the cookie he's taken, and smiles.

“Well?” Reverie asks, bouncing on her toes in anticipation.

Chase takes another bite, and says around it, “Even better than they look.”

“That's good,” Reverie replies, “because I am shocked at how damn good they do look.”

He offers her the rest of the cookie he's taken bites from, and Reverie takes it, nodding and smiling when she does.

“Everybody at that party is gonna be talking about these,” Chase says. “Only thing House can get on you for is being too good.”

Her smile widens. “Yeah. I still fucking hate cooking, by the way.”

“I know, Rev,” Chase responds, placing a hand on her shoulder. “I know.”

#my writing #birthday countdown revchase snippets #revchase #reverie #robert chase #x: gee angel

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mizumiii · 2 years

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IV - A promise on yesterday’s ashes

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Tou x Fem!Reader x Ou Ki

Warning : Smut 🌶️🌶️

Part IV

You reverentially kneeled on the ground. All the useless thoughts suddenly disappeared from your mind while you slowly put your forehead against the cold marble. It was a perfect grave. Majestic but with no frills, strong and fierce as the woman laying underneath. That time you could not hold back a couple of tears. Even almost two years later, the pain was as vivid as that terrible night.

“Kyou-dono, my lord, you greeted, I miss you so much…”

You were being unreasonable, after everything your great general had offered you, a new life, a new reason to live, you could not even let her rest in peace. She had already lost her life, lost her dream of being one day the wife of Ou Ki-dono as she was his fiancée… But once again, you needed her guidance. It was now too late to simply ignore the life growing in your belly, still, you were not proud to go on carrying a baby without his father's knowledge. Furthermore, you were deadly scared about how much it would weaken you, how much it would change how your lover and the great general were looking at you…

And suddenly it hit you as hard as if Kyou had been there to punch you in the face. What were you complaining about? You were getting everything your dear great general could never have! You felt so ashamed that you wanted to slap yourself. Which you did. The pain helped clear the last clouds in your mind.

“I am sorry for that shameful act”, you claimed as loudly as you could, “I will never again betray your memory. Watch me Kyou-dono, I will carry out your will and live happily for the both of us!”

After that, you no longer had nausea or terrible exhaustion, you even successfully kept on checking the annoying mood swings. Commanding 5000 men was no trouble for you who had once been the Lieutenant of Kyou, one of the six great generals. And since you were not an unknown woman, the soldiers had no trouble getting in line under your commandment. Even Ho, who had been left there too and had now to take his orders from you. The both of you had gained a well-deserved humility from the incident, making things even smoother for the Castle’s organisation.

Momijo insisted that you check up with her every week as her only condition for allowing you to keep going with your intense rhythm. You were either taking care of the daily life in the Castle: food, servants… training the army, or fighting when a free clan come a bit too close to the walls. It was intense, but it was making you feel terribly alive. And also it helped you feel useful. You often look at the sky, thinking about Tou and Ou Ki-dono, battling in another land, you were sure they were just as flashy as ever, and that nobody could oppose them. It made you strong in return.

Like this four other months went by. At that moment, your pregnancy was starting to be harder to hide every new day. Your belly was growing expediently. Momiji was now forcing you to check up every morning. You could feel she wanted to ask for more, but she kept in mind your delicate position. She even helped you find a larger tunic or tons of little tricks to hide your state. She still reminded you that you would have to come clean about it to your men sooner or later. And you could only agree with her. You could see that real soon nobody could ignore it. So you wanted to be the one to tell it.

However, a sudden turn of events forced you into revealing the truth before you had decided to.

“I can't let you do that.”

“That's kind of you to worry about me like this but I won't hide and wait for others to protect what I have been tasked to do. The castle is under attack, I must lead my army to its defence.”

It has been three days now that a coalition of the free clans had started to besiege the Castle. Protecting it was easy enough, you had enough warriors to post on each wall, and you also had a nice amount of food. However, you could not get any help or supplies if the situation should last too long. Which was bound to happen since the enemies had a virtually infinite amount of resources. It was also obvious that the only way to get rid of them was to charge and kill them for good before your soldiers started weakening because of the situation. There was another thing bothering you, if the great general was to come back now, he would certainly be disappointed to find his home in such a pitiful state.

“It's not kind, it's rational”, Momiji corrected. “You're in the last month of your pregnancy, it's dangerous for the baby and you. I'm not a delivery specialist, so if something happens I won't be able to help you.”

“If something must happen, then I'll deal with the consequences myself.”

“I won't let you leave this room without safeguards. You can tell whatever you want but you're not the only one concerned about your pregnancy.”

You grinned your teeth. She was right, what was the point in willingly accepting to carry that child if it was to simply throw it away at the first chance?

“Let's hear your thoughts then…”

Finally, you had to agree with the physician. She made you look for a midwife and a nursemaid in town. She also insisted that you get an adapted armour to match your new body. It was ridiculous, but if it was what you had to do to ease her worry, you happily obliged.

Now, the worst part was about to start. You were sitting at the end of the main table during dinner. It was a different one from the one dedicated to the Lord and his generals, which had not been used since they had left. For now, you were simply looking at your people eating in a relatively light mood. They were used to hardship. And it has only been three days, with only wounded for their side. They totally trusted you, however, you were about to take a bet on how far that trust could go.

“I have new orders for you”, you finally spoke while standing up.

Ho at your side followed your movement with his eyes, as the rest of the warriors. There were few women, and for a second you wondered if they knew the same worries as you.

“But before I give them to you, I have something important to confess.”

The silence had been met at the very instant you had stood up. But now you had even the impression they were holding their breath. It was impressive to have so many eyes on you. Still, you convinced yourself that you had seen scarier and that you had to do it. For Ou Ki-dono. For Tou. For Kyou-dono too. And also for that baby in your belly.

“I am pregnant.”

You had decided to go straight to the point. And to be sure everyone had got a good idea, you turned to the side, revealing the insanely round belly you had.

“I can’t tell you who the father is”, you kept going scared that if you stopped once more you would never finish. “However, I ask you to not let any words travel to the main army. The last thing I want is to worry the Lord about the security of his castle. I swear to you all, here and now, that my situation will change nothing. Tomorrow, we will charge at the enemy and win back peace with blood and blades!”

You were totally ignited at the end of your speech, your breath short and your heart beating loudly. Still, it was nothing compared with what followed when suddenly the whole room erupted in a loud roar of approbation and fighting will, Ho was even louder than the other. Your men will follow you, that fact was enough to give you all the strength you needed.

The Castle’s blacksmith was incredible. In only one night he had been able to adopt your armour to your new body. He even added another layer of metal around the belly to protect it from any lost arrow or direct sword blow. When the morning came, you were ready. On horseback, you looked at the sea of warriors waiting for the tiniest of your movement. In every reflection of the sun, you could feel Ou Ki-dono's strength, and in the blue sky, you could sense Tou’s love.

“Let’s show those barbarians what Lord Ou Ki’s army can do!” You shouted proudly with your fist in the air.

A whole lot of men mimicked you, shouting toward the clouds, making the horses rattles of excitation. Next second, the army was running through the main gate, pouring directly into the enemy ranks that had not predicted such a bold move on your part. That opponent had only his number for himself, it could never compete with a real, trained cavalry.

The powerful flow easily overthrew the infantry, to slow down a bit against the thousand horsemen. The real fight began there. Your sword was already soaked in blood and your back was sweaty but you had not felt so alive for so long! You were ecstatic, laughing and roaring at each blow. Nothing could stop you. You had been notched in the face, the arms and the legs, but it was superficial. At most, it only made you even bolder.

You found the first general, if you could call it like this, it was probably a clan’s chief; at least he looked stronger than the other. He was on top of a large dark horse, and his naginata was so long that your sword couldn't reach him. Anyway, you played with him, taunting him, earning others light wounds, unable to slow down even for a minute. Look at me Ou Ki-dono, Tou! You thought when your daggers pierced his face easily. His death was as bloody as the whole massacre.

An intense pain suddenly pierced you. You hold on to the scream, pulling the reins to make your horse move quickly on the side. The hand on your left shoulder was not enough to stop all the blood, as you turned to face a new enemy. He was as quick as the previous one had been powerful. You sneered.

The fight ended with the setting of the sun. The blood melted in the sunset while you were leading your soldiers back into the castle. You ordered for some to check on the enemy, making sure the dead were dead and capturing the slower to run away. You had some serious injuries but none on your belly. Nothing could have gone better.

Momiji was waiting on top of the stairs. She frowned when seeing how bloody you were.

“I hope you did not give me too much work”, she grumbled.

“Don’t worry, you laughed”, patting her shoulder and ignoring her grimace because of the blood you were putting on her clean tunic.

You suddenly froze. You had felt an abrupt and strange sensation from inside you.

“Don’t try to joke around”, Momiji threatened you when noticing your pale face.

“I-”, you started before feeling as if a bubble had burst.

The physician looked down, you looked down. The stairs were drenched, and a clear liquid was still leaking from your thighs.

“Oh fuck.”

You thought you knew pain. But it was a lie. Everything was a lie, and every damn mother in that world was a fucking hero. Your warrior past was the only thing keeping you from becoming a crying mess. And even that seemed really laughable in comparison with what you were experiencing right now.

The old skilled midwife was currently helping you give birth while Momiji was assisting her at the best she could. At first, it had been totally doable. Then the pain increased exponentially. Now, your jaws were so tight that you could hear your teeth squeal, you even had to close your eyes to find the strength to overcome each new wave of agony. At some point, you could even see the pain behind your closed eyes as if it was burned in your lids. Around then you were finally allowed to push.

Each time you roared, giving it your all under the encouragement of the midwife. It took you only a couple of hard, suffocating tries to finally hear her exclaim that you had succeeded.

“Congratulations, it’s a boy!”

“I’m going to throw up.”

You glared badly at Momiji. Then looked at the strange humanoid that the midwife was extending gently to you. Once in your arms, you were at a loss for words. He was even lighter than your sword. How could have he taken so much place in your belly? His tiny eyes were tightly shut, but you could see his chest rise at each inspiration. You were so hypnotised that it took you a couple of seconds to realise that the pain had not left.

“Momiji”, you called with a husky voice, “it’s still painful.”

The physician frowned, she had never heard you tell so plainly that you were in pain.

“It’s only your body expelling the baby’s nest”, the specialist explained. “Let's give the little boy his first meal.”

You grabbed Momiji’s arm.

“It’s painful”, you repeated with sweat gathering on your forehead.

That time both women felt the urge in your voice.

“Dear god, there’s another!” The midwife exclaimed after checking what was happening between your thighs.

“Don’t worry she’s used to getting two at the same time” the witch sneered.

“Fuck if I were not so busy I would hit you Momiji !!”

You were now a mother of two children, two boys, and the commander of the Castle in absence of his Lord. The little time you had to rest was now used to seeing the twins. Thankfully the nursemaid was dutifully taking care of them. You had chosen one with a baby too, like this she could also feed them, leaving you time to deal with the management. At least now the free clans did not dare even breathe too close to the walls so everything was pretty peaceful. Everyone was waiting for the great general to come back.

However, you got very depressing news soon after the delivery. King Sho had died from old age. You could not say if you were sad or happy for him. However, you were sure about two things: Kyou-dono would finally be together with her father, and Ou Ki-dono would feel terribly alone without his fiancée and his mentor. Except you could do nothing from there, except make sure his home was in good shape when he would return. You did not know when he would come back since the funerals would certainly take a long time seeing how the King had been adored. So you simply bide your time.

Six months later, you had your whole unit standing up under the sun, the armours were shining and everyone felt exhilarated. You were standing in front of all of them, waiting for the horses of Ou Ki-dono and Tou to reach you. At least they were coming home, the emotion was almost tangible around the unit.

“Welcome back!” You gladly shouted at the same time as your men.

“Everyone seems in good health, nfufufu”, the great general laughed.

“ A bit more fat”, the lieutenant added at the horror of the soldiers.

Your smile grew even larger. It was so good to see them again, to hear their light jokes. You could see the fresh scars on their faces and arms, but also the new shadow in the great general’s eyes. But, their laughs were still sincere, their words still genuine. Strangely, even if they were the ones who had left, it was only now that they had returned that you felt truly at home.

Obviously, you had instructed everyone to keep their tongue about the twins' existence. You wanted their return to be perfect. You knew that it was totally selfish. But even if you were ready to face the consequences of your actions, you still wanted to share a last moment of normalcy with them. So firstly you led the two men around the castle, giving them the last information about the resources and the situation with the free clans roaming around. You even got a pat on the head, for your good work, that made your eyes shine.

After that, a large banquet was held in the main hall. Alcohol and food were given out in abundance, everyone wanted to tell something that happened during the Lord's absence, and he patiently listened to them, laughing sometimes or describing something he had witnessed himself during his time away. You half choked on your drink when Ho started to tell him about your fight against the free clans’ leaders, emphasising a lot. You tried to hide behind your dish, but you could not escape Tou’s glare. His eyes were even bluer than before which made you want to melt in his arms.

“Our 5000-man commander looks to be hungry for something else than her meal”, Ou Ki-dono suddenly commented, laughing behind his hand.

You blushed without turning your eyes aside. You were done hiding, and you stared at your Lord, in the hope he would understand what you were thinking.

“I think we drank enough, we will carry on with this tomorrow”, he finally declared.

The three of you left the room together. Some saw clearly what was going on, but most simply admired your work dedication. Everyone went back to their rooms while you led Tou and Ou Ki-dono to yours.

“Our 5000-man commander is certainly bolder”, the great general noticed with a snigger.

“Indeed my Lord, nonetheless I think it is not a bad thing.”

“Quite true Tou…”

You scoffed, at least their silly puns were more than enough for keeping you from your worries. After all, each new step was making you closer to the end. After almost one year of grace, you had now to come clean about everything or almost. It was only now that you realised how lucky you had been to be able to live so intimately with those two incredible men. Maybe you would be able to after you revealed everything, but it would never be exactly the same…

“I do not recognise the way to either of our rooms”, Tou commented casually.

“It’s perfectly normal. I'll explain everything once there, so please bear with me a little longer.”

You were so focused on looking straight in front of you that you did not notice the glance the two men exchanged. There was an understanding between them, far deeper than what you could have ever guessed.

In fact, it was the nursemaid who had asked for you to switch rooms with one more isolated and better fitted for allowing children to live. You were not sharing your bedroom with them, but theirs was the one in front of yours. Another thing you will have to respond to the Lord of the Castle. Usually, he was the one delivering the room, according to the rank of the resident, and that one was for a more noble person than you.

However, they did not say a word when entering your new bedroom. It was kind of them not to pressure you despite all the questions they should have been waiting to ask. You turned to face them, clenching your fist and ignoring the dreadful feeling trying to make you second guess your decision. Finally, you brought your hands together to give you strength and courage, but also to show how sincere you were.

“I have two things to reveal. Please wait for me to finish before saying anything”, you requested before keeping going when they nodded. “First, you both know how much I loved Kyou-dono. She was everything to me, my saviour, my mentor, my friend, my sister…”

You had not talked about her since her tragic death, so the emotion tightened your throat. Despite your state, you still noted that the Lord reacted to her name too, hiding it behind a laugh and his hand, but the pain in his eyes was not fooling anyone. You decided to keep it short, to prevent harming him more than necessary.

“I would have done everything for her, but she would never ask anything more than for me to follow her in battle. Until she made me promise something. It was before I started to date you, you explained towards Tou. At that time, she was worried about you, Ou Ki-dono, of what would happen if she would die… And she made me promise to make sure I would take care of you so you would not be alone.”

Now that you had admitted the hardest part, you felt sickened. It was as if you had just admitted that all you ever did toward the Lord had been only because you had been asked to. It made you a faker, a pretender.

“She wanted me to do anything. I knew Ou Ki-dono, but he was nothing more than a great general that I admired like every other soldier. Then I thought she could never die so I accepted. A lot happened after”, you tried to finish quickly, not daring to look in the direction of the two men.

Your hand clenched hard against your fist, whitening your joints. It was too late to have regrets, however, you could still try to channel your true feelings to them.

“I did it out of dedication, but not only. I saw how devastated you were, how no other woman could ever distract you. I was not pretentious enough to think I would be better, but I had to try. For Kyou, for you… What had been at first to fulfil my promise started to change, to become something more… And before I realised it, I kept going for myself too. So, please, believe me when I say that: my affection for you Ou Ki-dono is as real as my love for Tou.”

You have done it! But it was not finished. Without even daring a glance towards them, you kept talking.

“I have something else to disclose. I have hidden a grave fact from the both of you.”

Tou stared at you revealing what he had been wondering about since you had asked him to talk to his Lord about a three-way. At first, he had feared that he had only been a footboard to a relationship with the great general. However you had eased his worries, and to be honest you were too straightforward for that kind of twisted manipulation. So he had assumed that it was something far more complex, and you had not disappointed him. In fact, it was totally making sense now that he knew everything. He was not really shocked or bothered by the fact, maybe just curious to know how Ou Ki-dono would react.

However, he was far more startled by what you revealed about the twins. He listened to you telling how you had learned about it, how you had wanted to ignore their existence before having to face it. He easily understood between the lines why you had not divulged the information to them before they went to war. But all that was letting him more or less unmoved, though, was what bothered him more and more was to see you so conflicted, not daring to look at him and the Lord. It was not like you.

“I don’t want to force a bastard upon any of you, especially in that strange situation where I can’t tell for sure who the father is…”, you explained, “I took the choice out of you when I decided to hide it from you, so I will assume all the consequences. Just please, let me keep fighting in your army. It means everything to me.”

You took a deep breath. Maybe you should have felt crushed by the fear or the doubts, however, you only felt so light. If you had known that coming clean would have been so relieving, you would have done it far sooner.

“I am sorry, Tou.”

In the end, you have been so selfish that the one suffering the most from that situation was him, your lover. You were ashamed to have hidden the truth about your motivation, and you were conflicted about how Ou Ki-dono would see your actions from now on, but what was hurting you more was to have led the man you loved most in the middle of whatever that situation was.

Surprisingly, he was not the first to talk.

“Look at us”, the Monstrous Bird of Qin ordered.

You did it instantly, his honey-like voice could not be resisted. His eyes pierced you as if you were only mere prey in his claws.

“First thing, keep in mind that everything I will tell you from now on, I have discussed with our dear Tou during the campaign.”

“My Lord speaks the truth”, the blond man agreed when you dared to look in his direction.

Was it because it had been so long since you had last seen him, but you could not really guess what he was thinking? His face was blank from emotion, making you uneasy.

“We had a hint about your pregnancy”, the dark-haired man revealed, taking you by surprise.

“W-what?”

“You cried when Roku O Mi said that the weather was sunny”, Tou reminded you.

“As when Kan Ou said he liked eating chicken feet.”

Your face broke down.

“Nonetheless, as I have said, it was only a hint. Except we still decided to think about our desire, the situation should arise. Here is what we have come to: the three of us will raise any child born in our… relationship. If it is impossible to determine who the father is, in his majority the child will choose into which family he wishes to be adopted. However, for this to be realistic, we will not be able to hide from others anymore.”

It took you a whole minute to digest what you just heard. Ou Ki-dono sounded terribly serious. His words were persecuting, wise and thoughtful.

“I guess it makes sense…”, you were trying to think too even if a deep uneasiness was shaking you at the idea to make your relationship known, “I will just have to fight even harder to prove to everyone that I own my rank only by my own achievements. But…”

Even like this, you could not just lay back and accept the finish line of these last months of anguish and solitude. You did not want to go back to living on half-truths, on hidden thoughts and feelings.

“What about what I said before?” You asked with determination. “What about… The beginning?”

The promise you had made to Kyou did not change much for Tou, but you needed to know where you were standing with Ou Ki-dono. The man scoffed in front of your reluctance in leaving anything unclear. For a second his impressive aura wavered, and the great general left the place of a lonely man who's lost the most precious people in his life. Like this, he took a step towards you.

“You said it very well yourself when you talked about differentiating your feelings for Tou and me. My heart will always belong to Kyou. However, it is large enough to also embrace Tou and you.”

It was so different to see him talking with such honesty. There were no more lords, no more generals, just Ou Ki. His words touched you more than anything else. For an instant, your understood why Kyou had fallen in love with him.

“Can I kiss you?” He requested, his eyes warmed by genuine tenderness.

“I don't know if it's my place”, you still hesitated, thinking instantly that you were out-stepping your rights as a mere substitute for his true love.

“Do not worry. You will never take Kyou's place, as I am sure I will never take hers in your heart. However I would like for you to take yours in mine…”, he explained, raising his hand to take yours.

That was exactly what you wanted to hear. You had been so scared to betray your Lord's memory by taking her place or doing anything wrong. But seeing how much love there was in Ou Ki-dono's voice each time he said her name, you understood how much you had underestimated what still bonded them even beyond death.

You took his hand before turning towards Tou. He had kindly and silently let both of you come clean about your feelings. It showed you how much of a gentle soul he was. Now, it was up to you to not misinterpret his openness as an absence of repercussions for him.

“How do you feel about this, my love?” You raised your free hand to reach him.

“I'm fine with it. As long as I have the biggest part of your heart”, he answered seriously while coming closer to take your hand. “And to be as honest as everyone, Ou Ki-dono has always got the largest part of mine.”

His declaration earned a scoff from both of you. You squeezed his fingers in yours before turning your attention back to the black-haired man.

“I would really like for you to kiss me”, you admitted, earning a sudden blush on your face.

“It would be my pleasure…”

He tenderly used his free hand to take your face, before bending to kiss you. It was everything you had imagined and a hundred times more. You had dreamed once or twice of touching those big, large, red lips. But damn… His mouth was eating yours, not leaving any space to breathe, his tongue had quickly met yours, dominating it without question. You were so overwhelmed, not realising that some saliva was leaking, while slight indecent sounds were coming up from your mouth. He certainly appreciated it too since his hand on your face was now grabbing your hair to deepen the kiss despite your already desperate state.

Tou looked at that scene thinking that maybe he should have felt jealous. But right now he was far from feeling that. He loved seeing you totally subjected to the great general, and he wanted to take part in it. So he used his free hand to caress your skin under your tunic. You reacted immediately, opening your eyes to look at him with a pleading whine. Rather than helping you, he pressed his body against yours to bite your neck and roughly grab your opposed hips.

Teased to death by their mouths, and Tou’s hand wandering around your erogenous area, you were turning into a mess unable to think straight. You were still standing only thanks to their two bodies pressing you against each of them.

“This night will be dedicated to you”, the blond man whispered in your ear.

Working in tandem, Ou Ki-dono finally let go of your hand to undress you without hesitation. They did not let you have the time to be cold or frustrated, the next second they were on you again, their hands grabbing, pinching, scratching all they could without any distinction. You tried to reach the general but he suddenly kneeled to put his mouth on your vagina. The surprise made you gasp raspily before letting out a languishing sigh. His tongue skillfully played with your intimate lips and clitoris, in a sweet delicacy. Meanwhile, you lost track of Tou’s movements, until you felt his teeth on the end of your back, then your cheeks. The strange sensation made you squeak and grab the black hair in front of you.

“W-wait what are you-Ah! Aaaah…”

The sudden wet tingle in the most private part of your body made your legs turn into jelly. The little reluctance was thrown away in front of the unpredicted pleasure brought by that daring play. When you thought that you were already at the paroxysm of what you could endure, they put two fingers in each of your holes in addition to their tongue. That time you screamed, unable to hold it on. Far from discouraging them, they started to finger-fucked you as hard and as fast as they humanly could. You spluttered, unable to make any intelligible sounds, your body was shaken by their passion.

“W-wait”, you tried to warn the lord but he rather speeded it up.

In a strangled moan, you came on the great general face. Mortified, you fell on your knees as they both withdrew.

“I’m sorry…”, you were so embarrassed.

“For what? I got exactly what I wanted”, Ou Ki-dono stated with a smirk which ignited your insides.

“I wanted some too”, Tou protested, after he had quickly gone to wash with a bowl of water and before kneeling close to them.

“Then come take it…”

Without blinking, the lieutenant licked clean the face of his general, taking extra care of his generous lips. Meanwhile, you stared at them in awe. How they could look so terribly erotic was beyond reason for you. You squeezed a hand on your pussy, trying to ease the sudden fire in it.

“For someone claiming to dedicate the night to her lover you are really dedicated towards me nfufufu”, the Colosse laughed behind his hand.

“I don't mind Ou Ki-dono”, your words were easy to trust when met with your busy hand.

“If we are to keep that third-way affair, you will have to drop the formalities, at least privately”, the general requested.

“Can I drop them too?” Tou wondered.

“No, not you. It excites me every time I hear you call me like this”, he admitted shamelessly in a husky voice. “Anyhow, let's resume the main action before our lovely friend gets too much fun without us.”

“I agree with you, my lord.”

What was making your head spin more? The deep, controlled, boiling voice of the general? Or the slow, precise, playful one of the Lieutenant? Or maybe it was how they were so much in sync that made you feel like a willing puppet in their hands?

“Go lay down”, Tou ordered you after a deep kiss to bring you back from your thoughts.

You happily nodded and obliged. A second after, your lover joined you, his clothes forgotten as those of Ou Ki-dono. The three of you cuddled, laying on your side, exchanging wet kisses and audacious caresses. It was the first time that your mouth was so coveted, making it hard to keep a clear head when you were always pulled in front of you by Tou or behind you by Ou Ki. The general had settled his right hand in your hair, allowing him to tug you back every time he wanted, while his left hand was roaming on your hips and belly. He was pressing his body against yours, letting you feel how excited he was. Meanwhile, the lieutenant was roughly squeezing your left leg while fiddling with your chest. In the middle of this debauchery, you could only try to keep breathing, letting you go with the move, your tongue mistreated by the two men. Your two hands still found their way to their staff, stroking them with all the dedication you could in that position. Far from canalising them, it seemed to only worsen their enthusiasm.

Tou raised your left leg, allowing him to rub the top of his dick on your vagina. The damp slides made you tense and arch for more.

“Where do you want me to put it?” He finally hummed to your ear before biting.

“Ah, ah”, you tried to answer between soft cries while Ou Ki was trying to get back your mouth at the worst time. “I want it in my pussy, please!”

Thankfully, he did not make you repeat, and he gently let it dive into your wet womanhood. He took the time to let you get used to it after everything your body had endured. Meanwhile, you squeezed your hands, making Ou Ki grunt behind you. In retaliation he muffled you with his tongue, rapaciously devouring you.

Once you started to move by Tou’s languorous slides, it was the general’s time to ask you.

“And where do you want mine?” He wondered in such a lecherous voice that your inside painfully contracted before relaxing in a terrible pleasure.

“I...haaa… want it in my ass please…”, you successfully said despite the accelerating tuckings.

“That’s what I wanted to hear”, the black haired-man praised you.

Thanks to the dedicated work of the blond, he effortlessly inserted his large length in your buttocks. You were instantly filled to the brim, gasping for air, each of your hands scratching the two men's torsos to get any kind of support.

“It’s so good, you whined”, unable to hold on to your words.

“We’re only getting started," Ou Ki laughed.

He skillfully used his free hand to find your clitoris, playing only a mere second with it before having you twitching under his fingers because of a brief and intense climax. It was already your second time, but it left you even more soaked than the first time.

For a short moment you simply drifted, however, their gentle trusts started to change for more determined moves. Ou ki was still kissing you while Tou was biting your neck and shoulders while his free hand was using your left boob as an anchor to move harder his hips. They easily synchronised, putting in and out at the same time, making you feel ready to die out of pleasure each time their cocks were tapping into the right spots. Your shameless moans were thankfully muffled, but swiftly enough you were not able to do anything more than gasp and half-cry for more. You were in such a continuous state of ecstasy that you could not see anything.

At that moment, you heard Tou’s soft grunt start to be louder than Ou Ki’s. As if they were communicated, they begin to fuck you in hard, vicious pushes. That time nothing could muffle your broken moans, as you were in sheer ecstasy. And as if it was not enough, fingers found their way again to your clitoris, giving you one last strong orgasm before feeling the two men cuming in you.

The three of you stayed like this for a long moment, catching your breath, and soaking in each other's warmth. It was an incredible sensation to be surrounded by warmth and love. You easily went into slumber like this.

A sudden chill woke you up. Something was missing. Opening your eyes revealed to you that Ou Ki-dono had left the bed and the room. Tou was still sleeping on his back, his breath slow and steady. For a second you lost yourself in the compilation of his worry less face before you decided to brave the cold to find the missing general. In fact, you had a good idea of where you would find it.

With only your tunic on, you crossed the corridor to the room in front of yours. The door was already half-opened, allowing you to come in without being noticed. You spotted immediately the large frame of the Lord, standing between the two little cribs. Your chest tightened at that time-stopping scene. A warm feeling overwhelmed you when you saw each of his hands laying on each baby. His face was slightly lightened by a moon ray coming through the curtains, he looked so mellowed… It was the first time you saw him with such an expression, it made the emotion crawl back into your throat. You did not understand why you suddenly wanted to cry when you should have been simply happy to see his delighted expression in the company of your children.

Taking you by surprise, two large arms hugged you from behind. You easily recognised Tou from his softness, and the little sensation of his moustache on your neck when he gently kissed you there. You put your head on his torso, resting in his lukewarm embrace. Like this, you could not see his expression, but you could not stop looking at Ou Ki. Nonetheless, you still obtained an indication of his mental state when he decided to voice it.

“You did a great job”, he praised you directly in your ear, “and those children are dazzling”.

The emotion that was already building up in your throat immediately went straight to your eyes and heart. Without being able to do anything about it, tears started to flow abundantly and silently down your cheeks. You had built an invisible dam in your heart and mind when you decided to go through the pregnancy despite your situation. It was what had to hold you together through the downsides, through the war, through the delivery and even after when you had to assume two new lives. However, it had already been breached by Ou Ki-dono's words last night, it had been methodically stripped by Tou's gentleness, but you had not realised that it was still there until you heard those words.

You did your best to hide how miserable you were certainly looking, crying like this. You did not want any of them to see you in this state. Despite your will, the general suddenly turned his head in your direction as moved by a sixth sense, while the Lieutenant took a step aside, when not getting any response from you.

Mortified, you tried to hide your face in your hands, and attempted to get a hold of yourself.

“Do not hide”, Ou Ki gently took your hands in his to kiss them. “You can be proud of yourself.”

“I don’t want to look weak…”, you sobbed.

“You’re never weak”, ensured Tou.

You started to think that they were trying to finish you.

“Are you really satisfied to have children that you did not wish to have?” You finally found yourself asking, even if you were afraid of their answers.

“With Kyou’s death, I never let myself think about it”, the black-haired man confessed in a bittersweet voice. “However, seeing those children made me realise that I would have regretted never beholding a child of my own.”

His lips parted in a sad and beautiful smile before he looked towards Tou who was strangely staying silent. You stared at him with curiosity, if he was taking his time to answer it could only mean that his thoughts were more complex than what he wanted.

“I always wanted to have a child with you”, he finally confided. “Although I knew how much you cared for your military position and pride, I never voiced such a wish that would put a terrible strain on you.”

You did not even know what to answer with such kind words. It was way more than enough to heal your invisible scars. You weakly tried to wipe off your tears, smiling silly through them.

“Let’s go back to the room before we wake up the boys”, Ou Ki-dono suggested.

You accepted and they led you into your room by taking each one of your hands. Back in the bed the three of you cuddled for a while before you dared to address another question.

“Do you expect more children for me now?”

“Those two boys are already beyond my expectation,” the general explained with a light laugh.

“I will expect only what you desire.”

You nodded. You did not want to disclose to them the tool that the pregnancy and delivery had taken on your body. How much hellish and dangerous training you had to go through while avoiding Momiji’s attention, to only go back to your old level. And even like this, you could feel that your body would never be the same again. So the idea to be pregnant again was scaring you more than you could admit. Thankfully, their answers put you at ease.

Now everything was settled, you started to smile without an afterthought for the first time in a year.

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rayofsunas · 4 years

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s/o who dies.

A/n: listennnn, I wasn't going to write something dark, but then I unregretfully decided to listen to edgy/dark audios and I was suddenly in the mood to write this so yeah lmao. also, guess what? I'm planning on making a discord server right after posting this! so, be on the lookout for that when I get it all sorted out. also, note for Scaramouche's that the reader inserts tend to lean more femininely versed (I hope that's okay), the only reasons why I do that is because one I simp and I'm female AND two since I am doing a mini-series for Scara, I've kind of based his imagines/fics around that universe (baby daddy universe). I haven't started his yet, but consider these part of that series' universe. anyways as always thank you for requesting anon and enjoy! <333

Summary: you die + how the boys cope afterward.

Parings: Albedo/Gn! Reader, Xiao/Gn! Reader, Scaramouche/Fem! Reader

Warnings: swearing, angst, death, poison, illness/cancer, murder, arson, obsessive behavior

Word count: 2.1k

Albedo

"You need to keep this on your head." Your lover said for the one-hundredth time, placing the cold cloth on your forehead once again after taking it off only seconds earlier.

"This is pointless," You said, no longer wanting to ignore nor hide behind the invisible thick curtains of the obvious death sentence approaching. "My body rejected the medicine the first twice doses, what's a third time going to do?" You asked, knowing Albedo wouldn't answer; your hope was to knock some sense into his thick skull. but he was too worried trying to ignore the obvious as you had previously been doing, not anymore though.

This was saddening to watch, both Albedo's unfolding and the girl who accidentally poisoned you, whimpering into Sucrose's shoulder. She was only a young girl, barely seventeen when she was chosen to work under Sucrose and your boyfriend. She was very good at Alchemy and luckily had a desire to practice the craft. But unfortunately, she hadn't paid much attention when it came to Surcrose's educational poison lesson and had unknowingly mixed up poisonous liquids and materials.

After tipping over some clutter in Albedo's office and knocking over a test tube laying unsealed on the counter, you had realized the contents spilled on your skin, bleaching into your pores. You had been tasked with bringing the famed alchemist and his assistant some vials and materials for the collection of a rare butterfly they had found. It was both telling and obvious that something was wrong when you never showed up with the required materials requested and it was already too late hours later when the chief Alchemist, his assistant, and Alchemist in training came bounding down the stairs of Albedo's home laboratory.

It didn't take long for the trio to realize something was wrong. Sucrose had found the vile on the floor, most of its contents spilled and in a little puddle, plus your state on a nearby lounge chair was obvious; slumped awkwardly, forehead visibly sweating, eyes closed, breathing raspily.

You accepted the first doses of the supposed nullifying medicine without hesitation, just wanting the numbing feeling to go away. But when it never kicked in you decided it would be best to save the medicine, because it wasn't working. Your time was coming.

"Since the medicine is taking immediate effect, you should try to get the contents out of your system," He said, reaching out for you. Badly you wanted to argue that the medicine wasn't working at all, but he wasn't listening and already has his lean arms wrapped around your middle, helping gently lift and guide you over to the sink.

You hear materials being shoved to the side and soon enough you had your head dangling over the sink, shaking hands gripping the metalled edge tightly. Soon enough, Albedo's hand was on your back rubbing up and down, hoping to comfort you, it wasn't working though. You could only think about your death, what the other side would look like. Could there even be heaven or hell, maybe a place in between, maybe nowhere...?

As soon as you felt the urge to vomit, you did, and despite it being utterly disgusting Albedo seemed to welcome it happily. He took this as something good, but it only worried you when you saw the reddish hues in the bile.

"I think they should leave." You muttered acknowledging Sucrose and Elizabeth, the taste of gooey, metal only becoming more apparent. The blonde agreed, nodding and muttering "Okay."

As Sucrose lead Elizabeth towards the stairs, the pair heard you say. "Goodbye Sucrose, Elizabeth." Which only seemed to make the young girl wail louder.

You sighed sadly once the silence was back. Just your thoughts of death, and Albedo's slowly crushing heart.

"You should probably leave soon as well. I don't want you to be here when I go." Albedo frowned at your statement, head shaking.

"Don't say things like that."

Of course, he'd say that. Why did he feel the need to ignore this when it would only come back to hurt him even more later on when you were gone?

"You're the smartest man I know and we both know where this is heading," You said, head feeling much heavier than before. It was getting closer to your time. "I'm going to die, and you can't do anything about it."

"I'm not leaving your side. We promised to stick together through everything, you can't ask me to leave."

"I guess... But promise me this."

"When I go, stop blaming Elizabeth. It was an accident..." You said sincerely. Albedo wanted to make a fuss about it, tell you he'd never been able to forgive her. But for you, he would try. If it was your list desire, your last wish, he'd make it come true. Though it would be difficult. Accidental or not, she was the reason you were leaving him here, alone.

"Okay, I'll try..." He said honestly.

"Thank you," You said, letting out a shaking breath you had been holding for a very long time. Now you felt much more peaceful. "And since I know you stubbornly won't leave," You started, finally turning away from the sink to look into his cerulean eyes. "At least hold my hand."

"Of course, love."

even a year after your death, no matter how hard he tried, there was still this nagging feeling every time he looked at Elizabeth

he wanted too badly forgive her, but he couldn't

she had, although accidental, taken the one person that meant so much to him and he'd never forgive

Albedo is gonna be distant towards everyone he knows and it's completely purposeful

he doesn't like the pitiful gazes that people send his way and he hates that all the captains stared at him at your funeral

obviously, some questioned if he was able to stay in the field

he hadn't taken any time off, even when Jean advised he was welcome and that it would be best

tbh, albedo's going to have a hard time for a while

Xiao

Why did it have to be you? Why not him? He'd feel much better knowing you could live another day, after all, he'd been living a very long time.

But no, the fallen Archons, Gods, Yaksha had chosen you to join them. He wished that weren't the case

Humans and their pathetic vessels... So weak, he thought. Allowing something like cancer to beat them.

No matter how harsh it sounded, he didn't despise you, no. It wasn't your fault. You didn't ask for this. He just knew that if you were a godly being this wouldn't have happened like this or at least not so soon; Xiao had known Gods that had terminal illnesses to live years. Why couldn't you be like them?

He hated watching you lie there in that bed, immobile, sickly, and tired, and all you could say was that everything was going to be alright, that he'd be alright.

But it wasn't. He wouldn't be okay without you. He would struggle daily, fall deeper into a hole. You were the light of his life, the only light in his life. And you were gone, just like that. Turning external scars into internal ones tattered all over his dying heart.

Xiao for the longest time has been by himself, so the people of Liyue know it'll be harder for him to overcome this, no matter what he says or does to prove otherwise

Zhongli in particular knows how hard this will be for his friend

his first and probably last love, dead, gone in the blink of an eye

he'll continue fighting all the monsters he crosses, becoming even more violent when he does so, trying his best to get rid of this stupid sickly feeling of heartbreak

but it won't go away, no matter what he does, no matter how absurd

he just wants the feeling to go away, he despises that feeling so much

if you have a secret place somewhere, like in the mountains, Zhongli often finds him there, wallowing in invisible self-pity

"You know they wouldn't want you to be like this." Zhongli would say, only trying to help

but it doesn't

it only enrages Xiao, even more, fuels him to push everyone out of his life again instead of letting them in like he'd done in your presence

Scaramouche

How dare you. How dare you leave him like this. Alone, nonetheless with a toddler to raise who kept crying for her mommy. He couldn't do this without you, he didn't know how to raise a child, speak to her with the gentle care that you did. That was your expertise but now he'd be doing it solo.

And never again would he entrust someone who he cares about, into ignorant, incompetent arms. Never again will he ever allow any member of the Fatui to watch after his daughter; no matter their rank or position. They had one job while he was away doing business in Liyue. Guard your home twenty-four seven, accompany you into Inazuma's port town should you need anything, watch after his daughter while she plays happily in the luscious Inazuma fields. And they couldn't do that. All he gave them was one simple task, watch and keep you and your daughter safe. Instead, they slacked off, probably drunk in some bar while you were being brutally attacked by murderous mercenaries, left to fend for you and your daughter, only to die protecting her and leave your home to be severely burned.

He knew those idiotic Fatui soldiers were incompetent the moment he stepped foot into the harbor and found that everyone seemed to quiet down. Especially the eerily silent soldiers flanked on each side to welcome him home; he was the highest-ranking soldier in the land of Inazuma after all. Not a single one bothered to step forward and tell him what was wrong, what they all criminally allowed happen. Scaramouche only realized what had happened when he was mere minutes away from arriving home, his daughter had come running from his widowed mother's arms, the sight of smoke rising in the air, from the direction of his home. You were nowhere to be seen.

It all happened so fast, in the blink of an eye. His daughter was clinging to his shirt and his mother only stared with tears of pity.

It didn't take long for the puzzle pieces to be put together and before he knew it, Scaramouche was standing in front of his home, part of it burnt to a crisp and black.

He didn't need to ask what happened, he didn't need to know where you were, because he already knew. What he didn't know was who exactly had done this. But he was going to find out, now.

Incompetent, selfish, bastards. They would all pay for this. The lazy piggish Fatui soldiers who he should've never trusted with such a simple task and the thieves who had murdered you. They all had it rightfully coming.

Scaramouche hates the world after he lost you

he hates it so much and can't understand how this had happened

he's not a good person, so he blames it on karma and those stupid idiots who couldn't protect you

ngl, he's not gonna be around much after your death... his mother would argue that he should be here to raise your daughter, because she's also in pain and doesn't understand that this isn't some game of hide and seek this time

instead, he's focused and driven by revenge

he doesn't listen to a word anybody says, he's much more dangerous than before, and he only trusts his judgment

anyone trying to get him to stop his mission, is someone who doesn't want to see him happy he thinks (though that's not true at all. they hate that he is obsessive over this) but he will personally put a stop to that

and he'll only return home to his daughter and mother when he finds who did this and they along with their bloodline is exterminated

while he's gone, the remainder of his family is relocated somewhere he knows they'll be safe, for example, even though he despises childe, he knows his mom and daughter will be safe with his family

sorry, but Scaramouche will hold this deep-rooted hatred and love for you after you die

yes, he still loves and misses you dearly, but he hates you for leaving him alone, hates that although it wasn't intentional and out of your control, that you were gone

no matter how hard you tried to fight, it was selfish of you to leave him like this

he's not going to stop until he believes whoever was behind this is dead

and in his case, he'll stop believing when he chooses, even if they are innocent/guilty, he'll keep going

3.19.21, rayofsunas

#rayofsunas #genshin impact #genshin impact imagines #genhsin impact scenarios #albedo #albedo x reader #xiao #xiao x reader #scaramouche #scaramouche x reader

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thefanficmonster · 3 years

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Corpse Husband x Plus-sized Reader (Female)

Warnings: Body Image Insecurities, Low self-esteem, Swearing

Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Feeling comfortable in her skin has hardly ever been the case for Y/N who’s been struggling with body image issues all her life. However, they only get worse when she sees the ‘type’ of girls her crush is into.

Requested by Anon. Hi darling! Thank you so much for your request (hits close to home 😅) I’m so sorry it has taken me so long to fulfill it and post it but here it finally is and if you’ve stuck around long enough to read it, I hope you enjoy! ALSO! - Never forget how beautiful and amazing you are. Never compare your beauty to someone else’s. We’re all beautiful people and we all shine so brightly and uniquely. No one deserves to be compared to anyone when we’re all so different yet so incredible. Love you and appreciate you with all my heart, Vy ❤

If I ever need my ego taken down a few notches - it never does, it’s barely even present, to be honest - all I have to do is go on Instagram. To be honest, regardless of how I’m feeling, opening that app is bound to make my mood plummet and come crashing into the ground so hard it drives a hole in it - probably in the form of a broken heart.

Being a content creator myself, I often get asked questions about my absence on that social platform specifically. I mean, the questions are based and rational I guess, considering I’m not a faceless YouTuber and yet my Instagram account is void of any photos. It’s not like I don’t post at all - I do! I post on my story often but it’s more often than not scenery I find pretty or a poster I’ve made for a movie/video game. Bottom line is: I barely ever allow a picture of me to make it online. The most my fans are ever gonna get of me is a selfie which is also a super rare occurrence because of how long it takes me to take and choose one I don’t hate.

Ok, but how am I supposed to find the motivation to post any sort of picture of myself when on my timeline I’m always faced with people worthy of posting pictures of themselves. People with such perfect bodies and beautiful faces. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not jealous or envious of those people - good for them! They know what they’re working with and they’re working it well. I have nothing against them, in fact, I love seeing people proud of their bodies no matter their size, shape or weight. Those are my role-models: people who are proud of themselves, their bodies, their attributes and capabilities and don’t hesitate to show them off. Those are the people I look up to but, deep down inside I know I’ll never be like.

Insecure about my body, having been referred to as ‘chubby’ and ‘squishy’ all my life. Inappreciative of the stuff I do: starting from my job as a graphic designer leading towards my job on YouTube - nothing I do, professionally or otherwise, satisfies me. Nothing I do is enough in my eyes because I feel incapable of ever being able to do enough. I’ve been called lazy and a half-asser a few too many times to be able to brush it off as a meaningless insult.

With these problems I’ve had with myself and my own perception of who I am and the work I do, I’ve never had the time for romance or romantic relationships. I second-guess the intentions of everyone who ever shows any interest in me because in my mind I’m nothing special and I have nothing to offer - nothing attractive or likable at least. That being said, I haven’t even been one to make heart eyes at others either. I busy myself with my job and some side-gigs, brushing off any relationship questions with the excuse that I’m ‘just too busy to be in a relationship’ which is technically true.

Having spent twenty plus years with that mindset, one can imagine how surprised I was when I found myself catching feelings for someone. And that someone just couldn’t be any other than the biggest YouTube sensation at the moment - Corpse Husband.

I’m close friends with Poki - her and I were roommates at one point too - so her inviting me to play Among Us with them wasn’t so strange. One or two games, I thought, nothing unusual there, just friendly curtesy. I wasn’t expecting to warm up to the group of famous streamers nor did I expect them to welcome me among them so easily, mostly because my channel is so small and practically invisible to the YouTube algorithm. But soon enough, I became a permanent member of the team, making friends with every single one of those YouTubers I practically thought of a celebrities.

This journey of branching out to other content creators has proven itself to be surprisingly pleasant and has packed my book of friendships to the brim. All of that came unexpectedly, along with a wave of new subs and a higher view count. However, as I mentioned, it hasn’t been all sunshine and rainbows. I came to finally understand what my high school friends were talking about when they were head over heels for a boy - the butterflies in the stomach whenever he speaks your name; the importance of the laugh you share with him, how special and different it is; how cool it is to be impostors with him - ok they never said that, obviously, but it’s what I have as a substitute to the ‘when the two of you make eye-contact’ bullshit since Corpse and I have never seen each other in person. That is, of course, because of him being a faceless YouTuber and me being a self-conscious and insecure girl.

We do talk all the time though - texting, calling, chilling on Discord, you name it. Our conversations range from deeply philosophical to ones that might mislead someone into thinking we’re high. There’s no topic we haven’t touched upon and yet we still manage to find something new to talk about. We have plenty of similarities but we also never seem to run out of differences we slowly come across as we keep getting to know each other better and better.

And somewhere along that journey I ended up catching feelings.

Human nature of wanting to connect with other people, I curse you for what you’ve done to me.

You might think I’m being overdramatic about the whole ordeal and that this is just a normal, natural occurrence many people experience in their life - some even daily. Well, not only am I far from used to it, but it’s also taking a toll of a different kind on me.

It’s like a constant slap to the face.

That slap turned into a punch when Corpse and I started following each other on Instagram and I started getting daily reminders of how out of my depth I am with this crush on him. In over my head, especially when you look at all those girls whose pics and videos he reposts on his story. Imagine how that makes me feel, what that does to me - puts me back into the ‘Constantly not good enough‘ basket, the one I’ve been fighting to get out of all my life. In the past and in different contexts I could easily say that it was all just my mind hating me intensely but now - now that I know for a fact I’m not good enough and don’t fit Corpse’s criteria - it hurts ten times as much. I’m not one to do shit for someone’s attention or to attract someone’s eyes, but it really hurts my feelings. Often times, it also leads me to doing dumb things and making rash decisions.

Like the one I made two days ago.

Imagine me cringing and shaking my head at my own stupidity as I admit this: I, in a frenzy, ordered a whole e-girl getup with overnight delivery.

Wait, hold up, it gets worse.

I received it yesterday and spent the whole day regretting that decision, but then, in my most insecure hours - which was somewhere around midnight - I equipped the get-up, took a picture and posted it on my Instagram page. First full body pic I’ve ever posted on there. First pic I’ve posted there of any kind. There to stay, not to be gone in twenty four hours. First pic, and it’s not even of me. It’s of who I want to be in order to fit someone’s criteria. And that fucking stings.

As you might imagine, I’ve spent today’s day regretting that decision as well. Recently my mood’s been nothing but regretting rash decisions that have surfaced under the influence of my ridiculous, constantly-present insecurities. And I would’ve probably gotten over it rather quickly had I not received a message from Corpse that read:

“Didn’t think of you with an e-girl aesthetic“

I didn’t open the message, I peeped at it as it was a notification on my lock screen. It’s still there, an unread notification. It’s been two hours since I received it and I cannot think of a single thing to say in response to that.

Truth is, I’m afraid. I’m afraid of so many things right now.

I’m afraid of becoming that girl in the photo, cause I’m most definitely not her.

I’m afraid of letting Corpse down by admitting I’m not her.

I’m afraid of what my own mind has made me do because it hates me so much and I’m terrified of what it might do in the future.

I’m afraid and stranded on things to do.

You can’t be her forever, you know. Being her won’t make your insecurities go away, it’ll only make them worse. Haven’t you learned that by now?

I sigh, frustrated and irritated with myself as I grab my phone and tap on the notification, finally deciding to face the music and allow my instincts to carry me through the interaction. Improvisation, that’s one of the few things I’m good at. Let’s hope it doesn’t fail me.

I’m just about to type out my response - not sure what it’s gonna say - when I give the message Corpse has sent me a second glance. I furrow my brows, finding there’s more to it than that peep through the notification let me see.

“Didn’t think of you with an e-girl aesthetic. You’re personality is so bright and colorful, I could’ve never imagined you were into the darks and blacks“

Because I’m not

I fail to realize until the message has been sent that my thoughts are exactly what I typed out and sent.

And honestly, I’m glad. It feels like I’ve spoken my truth, like I’ve lifted a huge boulder off my chest.

With that rare confidence in mind I go on and delete the picture.

In its spot, I post a picture I just now took - a mirror selfie in my homey get-up consisting of hot pink sweatpants and an oversized blue tee, my hair in a messy bun, my face free of make-up.

I caption it: ‘Oops, had the e-girl filter on for the last one. This is filterless me tho so...Hi 🥴’

A lot better, I’m surprised to hear my inner voice say. I hope I don’t get used to all this kindness on my brain’s part, probably won’t last, but damn if I don’t milk every second of it.

Just then, I receive a new message from non other than Corpse.

“Now that’s the girl I see when I think of you. She’s super cute 😉“

My, oh my, who would’ve guessed Corpse has a game like that - and by that I mean the ability to make me blush so intensely with only a text message.

Now ain’t that better than being someone else, Y/N?

It sure is, it sure is.

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letarasstuff · 4 years

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Where do you go?

(A/N): This is requested by an anon and based on this post.

Summary: How does Hotch’s daughter, who everyone goes to with their own problems, cope with her mother’s death two years later?

Warnings: Angst. Grief. Dealing with a loved one’s death

Wordcount: 2.2k

✨Masterlist✨ _____________________________

“Hey (Y/N), I really need your help with Tim. Do you have a minute for me?” (Y/N) turns around to see a boy from her science class. It’s not like she knows him that much, they occasionally team up for small projects, there is nothing more behind that.

“Uh of course. I just had my last class, so I got time for you.” She smiles and lets him, Vincent is his name she thinks, rant to her about how his boyfriend doesn’t understand his needs.

This is nothing out of the ordinary for her, to be asked for advice. She simply is a good listener and gives good tips, the best even according to people close to the teenager. The problem is her limited knowledge on relationships. “Coaches don’t play”, Hotch tells her. And he intends on keeping it that way.

“That does really suck. Did you try to talk to him about it?” (Y/N) asks the boy in front of her. Suddenly he bursts into tears, describing how he only sees breaking up as a solution. She awkwardly pats his back and says encouraging words to him. That he will make the right decision, that he shouldn’t rush it and that he has to take his time.

After Vincent, or is it Gordon, calms down he looks up at the girl. “Thank you for listening. You were a great help, (Y/N).” He hugs her and leaves.

As she looks over the parking lot she spots her father’s car. Excitedly (Y/N) walks over and gets onto the passenger seat. “Hey, I didn’t know you pick me up today”, she greets him.

“We finished the case early and I was on the way home and thought giving you a lift wouldn’t hurt. Who was that boy? Is there something I should know?” Hotch looks at her from the side. But his daughter shakes her head. “Don’t worry, he is gay. He just needed a shoulder to cry on about his ruined relationship.”

“You do know you are not the school’s therapist, don’t you? At this point your classmates should pay you.” He tries to joke about it, but as a father he is worried. Since Haley died, (Y/N) took it upon her to make sure everybody is happy, no matter at what costs.

“I know, Dad. I’m fine and Alex feels better.”

A few days later (Y/N) sits in JJ’s living room, watching the mother go from one place to the next. “Food is in the fridge, so help yourself. Henry’s bedtime is in half an hour, please make sure he goes to sleep by then. He should be easy to put down, Will made sure to tire him out earlier. All important numbers are on the fridge. Feel free to watch anything on the TV.”

The teenager volunteered to babysit Henry, giving his parents a child free evening. “Thank you, JJ. We will rock this, don’t we?” She looks down to the boy on her lap, who nods his head.

“Good. Behave for (Y/N), ok?” The mother gives her son a kiss on the head. After Will’s goodbye the couple is gone.

“Ok, how about we get real comfy on your bed and I read you a story?” Henry nods again. He takes (Y/N) by her hand to his room. As suggested they lay down on his bed.

“Which one do you want me to read to you?” But the boy looks unsure all of a sudden. “Can we just talk?” Surprised the teenager nods. “Whatever you like, champ.”

“Uh okay, do you know Mommy is a bit… much? She is like there and the next second she is here and then she isn’t here for days. I- this is sooo annoying”, Henry rants to her. He is only three, so it is kept rather simple.

“Oh man, she must be a handful, champ. But you have to keep in mind that she really loves you and in the end this is the only thing that matters. Do you love her, too?” It hurts her to talk about a mother’s love, since her own passed away over two years ago. (Y/N) still misses her. She is sure it will never go away.

“Of course I love her.” Sleepily Henry cuddles closer to (Y/N), holding his plush toy near him. After that, he falls asleep safe and sound. The teenager waits for a bit, watching him scrunching up his nose every few minutes.

The next day at the BAU a knock is heard on the Unit Chief’s door. “Come in!”

“Hey Dad, I thought a little visit wont hurt”, the daughter enters the room. Automatically a smile appears on Hotch’s face. “Also, I thought a little help from Spencer wont hurt, too”, she adds with a laugh. “Last time I checked he was in Garcia’s lair. You might have a shot finding him there”, he tips her off.

“Thank you Dad, you are the best!” Not long after this she steps into the Technical Analyst’s office and is immediately greeted by the preppy woman being anything but preppy.

“What in heaven’s name do they think I am, do you know it (Y/N)? They want me to work faster and more efficiently and expect me to be all sunshine and rainbows while looking at the most gruesome pictures ever taken on a daily basis! Un-be-lie-va-ble!” The blonde walks back and forth, gesticulating wildly.

The teenager takes her hands in an attempt to calm her down. “Sit down and tell me from the beginning what you are talking about.” This ends in Penelope raging about some superiors for an hour. When she finally calms down, it is like she wakes up. “Oh my, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to load all that up on you. You don’t need that in addition to-” She suddenly cuts herself off.

“I’m fine, really. It’ll be like any other day.” The smile the girl struggles to put on looks pained. “My sweet sweet summer child, the second anniversary of your mother’s death is not like any other day. You are still allowed to grief, you know that, right?” Penelope hugs (Y/N), cradling her close to her chest.

“I know, Penny. Thank you for reminding me. But I have to go, I need Spencer’s help with my chemistry assignment. You know, gotta keep those grades up.” With that she makes a beeline for the bullpen, leaving a stunned Technical Analyst by herself.

Since Foyet Hotch worries about his daughter. He learned many things about her coping mechanisms in the last two years: She tries to do it on her own.

In times like this the similarity between him and (Y/N) frustrates him. Aaron also tends to deal with his emotions alone, in the safe space of his own four walls. With all of his qualifications he knows it’s not healthy and he slowly learns to let his feelings loose around people he trusts, typically his team.

The difference between (Y/N) and Hotch is that he knows when he reaches his breaking point and she doesn’t about hers. So in a situation like right now being a profiler comes in handy with the job as a father.

It’s the day. The second anniversary of a mother’s death.

Hotch already planned the whole day for his two kids. At first he wakes both of them up, a luxus he seldom is able to indulge. But for today he has called into work saying he won't be coming any time before ten.

The mood around the house is suffocating. Even the little boy notices the heaviness of the day and its meaning.

“Are you ready, (Y/N)? I’m gonna drop you and Jack off at school!” Aaron shouts standing at the foot of the stairs. “I’m coming!” The answer is heard faintly.

Not long after this the Hotchner Household is on their way to the youngest’s elementary school. “Behave and remember: If you don’t feel fine it’s okay. Just tell your teachers and they will call me and I will get you, do you understand?” The father looks at his son with a certain seriousness. “Understood”, the blonde boy confirms and gives him a hug.

When he is back onto the driver’s seat, (Y/N) speaks up. “I don’t feel good about letting him to school today. What if he suddenly gets overwhelmed? I don’t think his teachers are able to calm him down.” Hotch gives his daughter a glance from the side. Jack never showed any signs of what she just described.

“They know to call me. I also told him it's all right to let them call me. He is in good hands.” It’s quiet for the next few minutes. “Dad, this is not the way to school”, the teenager tries to alert her father.

“I know. You won’t go today. I called you in sick when you were in the bathroom. I got the day planned, be ready to be surprised.”

The first thing they do is having breakfast in a little niché café. They once visited it regularly with Haley, way long before Jack was born. The two of them sit down at a booth in the corner.

“What can I get you two sweeties?” A waitress asks, her notebook ready in her hands. While the father orders their usuals, (Y/N) lets her eyes wander. So many memories at once crash onto her.

“Do you remember this one waiter, who always got you a hot cup of chocolate for free?” Aaron says after noticing her sad look. The girl begins to smile through the tears forming in her eyes. “Of course. Mom always got nearly a heart attack seeing me down it like it’s juice. I-” Her voice breaks. The tears fall down and make their way over her cheeks.

“It’s ok, you don’t have to say anything. I’m here. For anything you want or need me. Because nobody expects you to be alright, especially on this day.” He takes her hand and looks her in the eyes. (Y/N) nods, leaning against her father’s shoulder. He puts an arm on her, keeping her closer.

“I know. It’s just- It still hurts. So so badly. I feel like she still is here, but that’s just not true and that hurts me more.” Silently Hotch motions the waitress to make the order to go, while rubbing his child’s arm. Because that’s what she still is, a child.

A child that went through much, especially for her age. When (Y/N) calms down a little, they make their way back to the car.

“I thought we are going to the BAU to distract you for a while. But I can call the team and tell them we are going to do a SPA day at home or something. What do you want?”

“Can we go to them? And maybe leave earlier to do face masks at home before picking Jack up?” There is no way the father can say no to her puppy dog eyes. “Of course, Honey. Anything you want.”

As soon as the doors of the elevator open to floor six of the FBI building in Quantico, Penelope Garcia embraces (Y/N) in a big bear hug. “My sweet sweet summer child. You are so strong, I admire you. We are so happy to have you here” she whispers into the teenager's ear. “Thank you, Penny. Thank you so much.”

Over the course of the next few hours (Y/N) visits everyone’s desk. At first she goes into the lair, where mountains of cookies wait for her. Then she sits at Spencer’s desk, listening to cute facts about sloths. But Emily is quick to steal her from the genius, bribing the girl with new pictures of Sergio. Derek takes the teen from there, pushing her through the office on a desk chair with wheels. Her father is able to hear her laughs in his office, which puts a small smile on his face.

After that (Y/N) goes to JJ, who has a drawn picture from Henry for her. “Will had to write ‘best babysitter ever’ for him”, the blonde explains, pointing at the picture. The girl smiles. “Woah, I think you got a little Picasso at home. Tell him I love it.”

Her last stop is Rossi’s office. The older man looks at her with a fond smile. “Do you know that I see so much of your father and mother in you?” Confused, she glances at him.

“You are as stoic as Aaron. You are determined. But you are also caring and loving, like Haley. You are a perfect combination of both of them. Just keep that in your mind.”

As mysterious as this seems, it somehow makes (Y/N) happy. Happy to know a part of her mother is always with her.

Soon the little family departes for their home. Not long after they bid their goodbyes, Penelope receives a picture of the Unit Chief and the teenager with pink glitter masks. The father is willing to do anything to make her smile, even when this means he gets a basket of various masks the next day for teasingly reasons.

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Studio Time

w/Mark Lee

-fluff, use of dude a lot (it’s Mark), suggestive smut (studio head (f receiving))

I am seriously lacking with fluff in my daily life so enjoy this. Pure fluff, all centered around Mark Lee (I lied it ended up not being pure fluff) first time writing smut so I apologize it’s not that good

I stared at my boyfriend, amazed by how lucky I got. However annoyance was the emotion that truly stood out in this moment. Standing in the doorway of the studio he was currently in, I listened to Mark work on lyrics for a new Dream song. Their first full album was coming out, and ever since Mark was put back in Dream he was incredibly nervous.

Mark works hard. That is a well known fact. He has a lot of expectations on his shoulders. He’s an amazing singer, dancer, and rapper. Awkward Canadian when off stage to the amazing confident person he is on stage. Mark works harder than he needs to keep up with all of the expectations.

He wakes up and goes to the studio, then goes to the practice room to work on his dancing for a few more hours. Even when he is back at the dorms, I'll be laying on his bed while listening to him work on more songs, and more lyrics. He’s so busy with the album and both comebacks that he barely has time for me. That’s not even including all of the Dream, and 127 YouTube videos that they’ve been posting.

That’s why I'm here. Outside of his studio. Holding a bag full of fried chicken, kimchi stew, and some drinks. All of Mark’s favorite food. I know that when Mark is intensely working he tends to forget to take care of himself. Physically, emotionally and mentally. He refuses to take a break until the comeback is successfully over, but by then a new comeback is in the works.

It breaks my heart to see him working himself so hard. I know that this a dog eats dog world but I wish that for once he would see it from my point of view, and take a break, even if it’s only for 1 millisecond. That way I wouldn’t have to see the bags under his eyes, or hear about his diet and how he needs to stop eating so much. (In his mind that means to not eat at all to make sure he stays in shape which constantly has me on the verge of ripping my hair out)

Knocking on the door I watched as Mark’s head turned towards me quickly, out of shock.

“Babe? What are you doing here dude?” Walking over to him I pulled his chair away from the table and turned it so it was facing the couch. Placing the food down I sat down beside it and started to open everything.

“Forcing you to take a break. You need to eat, I don’t like watching my boyfriend waste away.” For once instead of fighting me, Mark just allowed me to nag at him. After fixing his plate up, I handed it to him and saw him looking at me with a dopey smile. “What?”

Mark shook his head before stuffing some of the stew in his mouth. “I really love you.” I felt my ears heat up, and looked down. Grabbing another plate I started to serve myself before realizing that Mark had already finished half of his plate.

“See. You’re hungry. I hate when you get like this Mark.” Staring down at my plate I felt all of my worried thoughts come to the forefront of my brain. We have this conversation every comeback, and I will never get tired of it, only because I know he’ll listen for awhile but forget about it by the next comeback. I would repeat myself over, over, and over again if it meant that Mark was taking care of himself.

Me and Mark sat in silence, quietly listening to the beat that he was working on replaying itself automatically after it finished. After we finished eating I started placing everything back in the bag. When I stood up to leave though Mark grabbed my arm and pulled me back to him. Wrapping his arms around my waist he stared at me with the same dopey smile from earlier.

“I really love you dude. So much.”

“I love you too Mark,” Mark sat down on the couch pulling me down with him. Straddling his lap I felt my face heat up again from our position. No matter how long Mark and I have been together I still get butterflies every time we do anything remotely intimate, “What’s got you so touchy feely all of a sudden?”

“ Dude, I have a beautiful girl, who loves me enough to make me take a break and take care of myself when I haven’t seen her in a while.” Mark pouted at his last sentence I moved my hand up to play in his hair. Lifting his chin up to me I gave him another kiss.

“Because I care about you, and I know you’re busy. It’s okay.” Suddenly Marked flipped our positions so I was laying on the couch with him hovering overtop of me. My eyes went wide as I realized this and I let out a nervous laugh after how the mood changed from sweet, to something more. Something way more intimate, and nasty.

One of Mark’s hand held him up, while his other held a grip on my waist. Mark leaned down and connected our lips this time for much longer. I wrapped my arms around his neck forcing him to just put his weight on me as I spread my legs to give him space in-between them. I sighed into the case as I felt him start to grind into me slowly. I bit Mark’s lip making him groan and open his mouth allowing my tongue in. Our tongues moved together slowly, despite how needy we were getting. I could taste the sweet juice that we drank earlier, from me or from him I don’t know.

I felt Mark’s hand slide to the top of my sweatpants before he pulled back from the kiss. Quickly sliding my pants down he turned me so he was in between my legs as he knelt on the floor. Mark laid kisses down my thighs, towards my pussy, before skipping over it and going to my thigh. Whining I ran my fingers through his hair trying to get him to get the message, he ignored me and bit down into my thigh causing me to gasp from shock more than the pain.

“Stop teasing, please Mark.” Finally listening to me, Mark looked up at me keeping eye contact as he finally gave me some attention where I needed it. I gasped as his tongue licked up towards my clit slowly, bordering on tortuous. After the first slow lick Mark swirled his tongue around my clit and I couldn’t help but let out a loud moan. Thank god for the sound proofing.

Mark was good at everything. We’ve already established that. I meant everything. Mr. Mork was amazing in bed, especially with his tongue. Rappers you know. Mark also wasn’t the same one that you would see in the videos. The awkward one, that laughed at everything. Disappeared completely whenever we got intimate. He was amazing, and he was also a tease.

As soon as the first moan left my lips, Mark went to suck on my completely ignoring my moans, and the way I pulled his hair. Releasing my clit he went back to licking my pussy while his thumb ran over my clit. My legs instinctively tried to close but Mark held them open with his other hand. His grip tightened on my leg to keep me from closing them again. I felt my eyes roll back when he switch his position again and went back to sucking on clit harshly while his fingers finally slide into my opening. The harsh gasp that left my lips as I felt the fire in my stomach growing bigger.

Looking down at Mark I saw him looking back at me, lust shining brightly in his eyes while my essence was all over his chin. At that sinful visual I felt myself cum with Mark’s name on my lips. I felt my thighs shake from my orgasm. Mark stood up helping me redress as I lay slightly boneless. Mark moved us so that I was laying on top.

“What about you?” I mumbled feeling myself starting to doze off already. Mark laughed before rubbing my cheek, and kissing me on my forehead.

“I’m good that was a thank you for always being caring. Take a nap I’ll lay with you, then when you wake up we’ll go home okay?” I nodded my head before allowing myself to doze off. God I loved him and his studio time.

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tommysparker · 3 years

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Never Forget You [Chapter 3]

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Jedi!Reader

A/N: hey y’all! thank you for your patience with this chapter. enjoy!! :) [also totally didn’t have this in my drafts then forget to post earlier pfftttt whaaaatt?]

Warnings: angst with a tiny amount of fluff. anakin finally makes his debut in this series. it gets better just stay with me. long italic paragraphs = flashbacks

Anakin Skywalker had witnessed many things over the years.

Giant beasts? At least once a week. Sith Lords? Becoming too common. Droid armies? All year long. Looking death in the eye? Simply another day in the life of a Jedi.

Nothing could ever have prepared him for the sight he was currently witnessing.

Obi-Wan Kenobi, his Master, The Negotiator, the Jedi Council’s most prized Jedi…sulking.

It has been a full week since You returned to the Jedi Temple and Anakin couldn’t help to think his former Master’s mood and your arrival were connected. He was vaguely aware of your past friendship, only hearing bits and pieces of the adventures you had together as Padawans.

During his days under Obi-Wan’s apprenticeship he would often hear about how “a wise Jedi I once knew” would do certain things. He wanted to know more about this oh-so-great Jedi, however, any time the young boy asked his Master would always brush him off with a mournful look in his eyes.

He didn’t understand at the time but now he’s beginning to piece together that perhaps there was something more between the two of you.

“You think Master Y/l/n and Master Kenobi were courting?”

“Keep your voice down, Snips,” Anakin hushed.

“Sorry, sorry. But Master,” Ahsoka lowers her voice, “what led you to that conclusion? I’ve hardly seen them together since Master Y/l/n came back. What makes you think they could be lovers?”

“That’s just it, Ahoska. They’ve been avoiding each other like the Rakghoul plague. Obi-Wan told me they were such good friends, and now that they’re back they can’t stand to be in the same room as each other? I don’t buy it.” Anakin looked back to where Obi-Wan sat with Commander Cody, no doubt brainstorming new battle tactics and liberation plans.

“So what do you suppose we do? Set them up or something?” The look her Master gave her made her regret her words the moment they left her mouth.

“Come on, Snips. It’s a good idea. We get them to stay in the same room so they have no choice but to confront each other and talk things out! It’s genius.” Anakin smiled, his eyes still on his former Master. He had a feeling if Obi-Wan were to find out about this plan he would be in for a major lecture but he couldn’t bring himself to care at the moment. He couldn’t stand to see the old man look so miserable, not if he can do anything about it.

Ahsoka crossed her arms and followed her Master’s gaze. Something was clearly different about her Grand-Master. He had put his full attention into ending the war, which wasn’t new. However, she could tell something was off. He no longer came out to the landing zone to greet returning fighters, stayed away from the meditation and training centers as well as the Jedi Archives which was the most off-putting observation considering that was where he spent most of his time.

Anytime someone needed to find Obi-Wan Kenobi, the first place they would check was the ancient history section of the Jedi Archives.

“I don’t know why you find so much interest in these old books Y/n/n,” Obi-Wan complained from across the table. “Can’t we go practice our lightsaber skills instead?”

You smiled. “Nuh uh, mister. If I won the wager you promised to sit with me during my reading time. Now shush, and read.” You pushed the unopened textbook toward the pouting Padawan. “Maybe you’ll actually learn something.”

Obi-Wan stuck his tongue out in a childish manner, sighing dramatically when you gave him a certain look and reluctantly opened the cover and began to read Tales of The Old Republic.

Safe to say from that point onward, Obi-Wan would join your daily Archive visits with zero complaints.

You close the book, careful to make sure no pages fell out and gently push it back into its place on the shelf. Using the force, you carefully push the ladder you were currently standing on over to the next column and begin nitpicking through the array of old texts.

It took a few days for you to settle in and readjust to the Jedi Temple life. Once you had, however, things quickly took a turn.

Master Yoda requested that you help train some of the younglings who were having trouble advancing into the next stages of becoming a Jedi. In all honesty, you much rather have had the freedom to roam for at least one more week, but the new role presented an excuse to not be around a certain blue-eyed Jedi.

“Looking for something?”

The voice startled you, causing you to jump and lose your balance on the ladder. You yelp as you begin to fall towards the ground, bracing yourself for the hash impact and the bruises that would add to the collection on your side still currently healing.

Instead, you feel a pair of arms catch you, one under your back and the other behind your knees in a classic bridal style. The hold felt secure instantly, and you instinctively clung to the tunic of your savior. You look up to thank the person for preventing any injuries, but the blue eyes staring back at you made your mind go blank.

Obi-Wan stared back, unsure of what to say. This was the closest he has been to you since you left a decade ago. He longed to have you in his arms, to hug you, to regain that safety net you provided he knew he could always fall back on.

“Um...thank you, General.” It came out as more of a question, your mind still reeling from almost falling and also the fact that the man who you had been actively avoiding just happened to be in the same place you spent hours of your youth together.

“Obi-Wan, please. No need for formalities, darling.” The old nickname slipped out, and he was about to apologize when he noticed the light blush that spread across your face. Perhaps not everything about you has changed.

“Right...Obi-Wan. Well, I’ll be on my way then,” You rushed, trying to pass by him but he stopped you once again by the call of your name.

“Y/n/n’s wait. Whatever game you’re playing, frankly I am not a fan of it.” Obi-Wan crossed his arms and furrowed his eyebrows.

“What are you talking about?” You turned around and looked at him confused.

“You were the one who summoned me here,” he stretched his arms out, “here I am and now you’re trying to run away again. I hardly think that’s fair.” He was beginning to get frustrated. He came in with his heart on his sleeve, ready to finally talk to you after so long and find out why you’ve been keeping your distance. Now, all he felt was betrayal and irritation at the ongoing dance you insist on doing around each other.

He preferred to dance like you did in your youth, but alas this was nothing but another sign he needs to get mind out of the past.

You scoffed lightly. “Again? What is that supposed to mean exactly?” You knew exactly what he meant, but you didn’t want to admit it. You’ve been denying it for ten years and Force be damned if you’d admit it now.

“You’ve been avoiding me since your return--” You open your mouth to protest but he ignores you and continues “--and then you send the youngling to bring me here, only to try to flee upon my arrival,” He frowns, lifting his elbow and resting it on his remaining crossed arm. “I know our history can make things...difficult in the present time,” He glanced around cautiously as he spoke,”but I would appreciate it if we make an agreement simply to not speak from now on. No more games.”

You blinked, head tilting slightly as you waited for him to finish. “Obi-Wan, I didn’t ask for you to come here. Nor would I ever involve younglings in personal matters.” He should know that, you thought. But should he really?

His face fell from annoyance to embarrassment, his arms falling to his sides. “Oh.” He wasn’t sure what to do now. It was his own fault for getting his hopes up. I should have known better.

You purse your lips and nodded slowly. “Well, I’m glad we at least came to an agreement. Goodbye, General Kenobi.” You took your leave, forcing yourself not to look back as you felt his eyes watching your figure.

Obi-Wan let out a frustrated sigh, knowing he just ruined any and all changes of reconnecting with you. In his defense, however, you were the one avoiding his attempts at friendly conversation and refusing to meet and make up for lost time.

Still, something didn’t feel right about this.

“What the kriff was that?”

Ah, there’s that something. “Anakin, please tell me this was not your doing.”

Anakin smiled guilty, Ahsoka coming out from behind the bookshelf to stand next to her Master.

“It was Snips' idea.” Anakin shrugged, flinching when he felt her punch his arm. “Ow!”

“You were the one who came up with the plan, and now look! Master Y/l/n and Master Kenobi will never get together--” Ahoska stops herself, realizing she said too much. “Oh no.”

“I beg your pardon?” Obi-Wan looks at them both incredulously. “First of all, Master Y/l/n and I are simply…” he wanted to say friends, but even that was a reach at this point, “acquaintances. We knew each other in the past, and in the past our friendship shall stay. As for ‘getting together’, you both know very well any implication of that goes directly against the Jedi Code.” He crossed his arms tightly as he scolded.

“I can tell you harbour feelings for them, Obi-Wan. You don’t need to lie to us.”

“Whatever feelings I may or may not have for Y/n are unrelated. You must understand your responsibilities as a Jedi. No matter what emotional sacrifice we must make.” He made a point to look at Anakin at the end, knowing he won’t follow the implication but at least hoping he’ll get the message.

“We’re sorry, Master.” Ahsoka looked down in shame not at what they had tried to achieve, but at the cost and clear damage they caused.

Obi-Wan sighed, running a hand over his beard before resting it on her shoulder. “It’s alright young one. You meant no harm. Perhaps some things are better left forgotten.”

Oh, if only it were that simple.

A Padawan approached the three of them quickly. “Excuse me, Master Yoda sent me to tell you he and Master Y/l/n are waiting for you all in the council room.”

Of course, these things never are.

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mxvladdy · 3 years

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Hello! I love your writing and I may have a prompt, if it strikes your fancy. I'm aware it might not be entirely lore-friendly a request, but I love relationship shenanigans in Obey Me, so I got to ask: how do you think Luci, Diavolo, Satan and Beel would help their anxious SO adjust when MC begins demonstrating mad prowess in witchcraft right after they first spend the night together? Sex, power and pacts seem to go hand-in-hand in related media, but no one really planned for it in their case!

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Lucifer

Mmmm you smell of him in the morning. He positively oozes from your every pore. Rich and spicy, like amber and freshly turned earth.

Good. Let it be known to all that you were claimed. Thoroughly.

He put his daily routine on hold for you this morning. He was weak to your pouting.

He’ll stay in bed for a little bit to indulge you. But duty calls and work waits for no demon

Neither of you really pay attention to how hard you are clinging to him when he tries to extract himself to get dressed

You both just kind of chalk it up to neither of you want to part

The day goes on as usual for him, meetings, paperwork, meetings, punishing Mammon, meetings

But the whole time something was nagging at him. He just couldn’t put his finger on it. He just felt like he forgot something important

But that’s impossible-

The wall explodes out behind him cutting Lucifer off mid-sentence. The rubble and great ball of flames miss him and Diavolo by mere inches only because of the latter’s quick reflexes. “Are you alright my friend?” Diavolo asks golden eyes alight with surprise. Lucifer could feel the prince’s defensive magic prickling his skin in response to the pungent magic wafting out of the hole.

“Of course-” Lucifer steps back, straightening his jacket’s lapels, the near-miss ruffles his feathers. Both men step closer to the hole. His hackles raise. The power emanating from the crater was far too familiar. Someone dares to use his magical signatures without permission. Snarling into the abyss he marches forward. He ignores Diavolo’s calls to wait and strides through the hole. His wings flare up from his back along with his temper. He walks through each wave of magic that washes over him. With each destroyed wall he steps through more and more of his demonic form comes forth till he is more beast than man. Strolling through the final hole he stops. His red eyes sweep across the scene in front of him. As the seconds' tick by his mood morphs from rage to shock, then to a sense of blinding pride.

“Well-” He crosses his arms and smirks. He turns his gaze to the epicenter of the damage.

“Luci, I am so so sorry.” You mutter aghast behind your fingers. “I-I don’t know what happened.” You were never the best student in any of the practical classes. The teachers made exceptions for you and your lack of magical prowess. In this class, the teacher always paired you up with Solomon or Luke so they could help you prepare the necessary spells and runes. But you felt so different today, stronger and sharper. Damn near unstoppable even. Just the thought of someone else doing your work made something deep inside you seethe. You didn’t need help, you’ve seen and heard the incantations a thousand times before- it wouldn’t hurt to try…Well, let’s rephrase that, it didn’t hurt you to try.

The classroom was totaled. Dust, rubble, and burning pages all float around you like a post-apocalyptic snowstorm. Soot from your uncontrolled spell blacked your clothes and skin, next to you Solomon stands rigid in shock white brows disappearing into his hairline. Quietly you lick your thumb and forefinger and put out the small blue flame singeing his bangs. “Thanks.” He spits out around a mouthful of ash and grit.

Lucifer coughs to draw all eyes back to him. He takes inventory of the room, making sure all the other students scattered about were still breathing. Satisfied he beckons to you with a finger. “Come.” You jump into motion, scrambling up and over the rubble to grab his outstretched hand.

“Lucifer.” He cuts you off.

“Not here,” He smiles warmly rubbing at some soot staining the tip of your nose. “Come let’s get you cleaned up.”

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“Should I be worried?” You ask, stepping out of Lucifer’s private showers wrapped in one of his sinfully soft towels. “I’m not going to blow stuff up on a whim now, right?” You plop down on his bedroom’s couch. Lucifer hums noncommittally by his liquor cabinet.

“I doubt it. How do you feel?” He takes a seat beside you handing you a glass and grabbing your legs to drape them over his. You take a swig from the glass, the heat of the liquor getting rid of the lingering shock from class. How did you feel?

Your bones hum with some unknown energy and there was a fire coursing through your veins. “I feel like I could take on the world. Like I dominate half of the Devildom.” Lucifer’s smile was nothing short of smug.

“Good.” He sips his drink.

“Good?” You lean forward expectantly.

Lucifer strokes your cheek coming in to inhale your fresh scent. The commingling of his and your own was beyond arousing. “There is more than one way to seal and strengthen a pact, my beloved.” He pulls you into a chastened kiss, feeling your cheeks heat with a dawning realization of what he meant. “You have now given yourself to me in both body and soul. The- bonus perks were inevitable.” He parts from you, reaching for his glass.

“Will it go away?” You honestly didn’t know if you could handle any more curveballs down here.

Lucifer laughs swirling the dredges of his drink before downing it in one go. “Ideally no- but over time if it isn’t reinforced it will weaken and disappear on its own.”

“Reinforced?” The heat of your drink seems to dip lower down your body. Your demon scoffs giving you a knowing look.

He drags you onto his lap. “Are you truly satisfied with just a night with me αγαπούλα μου?” A gloved finger tugs at the hem of your towel. “If I had my way I would keep you full and drunk on my power for all eternity.” He captures you in a searing kiss draping you over the cushions of his couch, his eyes turning predatory. “Do not worry about the side effects.” He purrs caging you in. “We have all the time in the world to get you accustomed to them.”

Diavolo

He knew. This bitch knew before he ever got you in his bed-chamber. Just think of the entertainment value~

So when he sweeps you up into his quarters for the night day weekend, he just forgets to mention it to you

He is curious about how his magic will affect a human of celestial descent. Will it show up all at once? Or over a long period of time? He hopes that your blood doesn’t cancel out his claim on you

He watches you like a hawk for a while- and nothing…

Hmm. Perhaps it just didn’t take the first time? No matter, try-try-try again as the saying goes. He certainly doesn’t see you complaining

But as the week passes he slowly puts it on his backburner as his work begins to pile up again

You on the other hand are having a time. One day you are fine and dandy and the next you can read and write in languages you’ve never even heard of.

Then you started seeing some frankly crazy shit. Had the ghost at the house always been this active?

The last straw for you was accidentally freezing half of the house’s rose garden with a sneeze. To say you are panicked is an understatement

Frazzled you run to the only mage you could (kinda) trust

“It’s not funny!” You hiss frantically staring bewildered at your friend. Your look of panic just makes him laugh harder. “Stop seriously Solomon! Gods, what did I do?” You scrub at your face hard. If you made yet another freaking pact with a demon you were going to lose it. Seven idiots were enough for several lifetimes.

Solomon howls at this, drawing curious and rude looks from the surrounding tables of the tea house. You swat at his shoulder hissing like a cat. “Sorry- sorry” He hiccups. “Your turn of phrase was just so fitting.” He collects himself by taking a sip of his tea. “Tell me, what have you been doing of late?” He smirks around the rim of his cup.

You squint at him not getting it. His keen eyes drift down to land on the garden of purple and blue bruises littering your neck. You slap a hand over your hickeys. He smiles leaning over conspiratorially. “What’s it like to sleep with a God? The perks are amazing no?”

You shook your head. “I-what perks?”

“Oh~ Loverboy didn’t warn you of certain side-effects?” The mage leans back in his chair. He was going to have a great time today. ___________

Unbelievable. You march up the walkway to the palace, your mind absolutely reeling. Did he know about this? Of course, he did-how could he not! Did he just forget? No- Diavolo was many things, smart, cunning, conniving, but never forgetful. You knew him well and knew he had to be on the lookout for “side effects” as Solomon put it.

Fine, two can play at this game.

“Ah! Mio Giglio! How are you?” Dia glances up from his mountainous amount of paperwork when you throw open his office door. He rises in one fluid motion to scoop you up in a tight hug. Now that you know what to look for, you hone into the way he holds you. His large hands run down your back and sides possessively, he clings to you rubbing his bulking frame on you like a cat marking you. He leans in close to rub the bridge of his strong nose up and down your clavicle and neck. You feel his hot breath on your skin when he exhales. How had you not noticed this?

“Good, and you?” You smile into the fabric of his shirt. Carefully you wrap your arms around his solid waist. You hug him lightly so as to not give away your little surprise.

“Better with you here.” He chuckles stepping back to return to his desk. You follow closely behind waiting for the perfect time to strike. “What have you been up to?” He asks innocently, going to sit back down. “I haven’t seen you in a few days.”

You hum nonchalantly coming up behind him to rub at his tense shoulders. “Nothing much.” He nods closing his eyes as your fingers dig into sore muscles. “Usual school week, made some new friends...Went shopping with Asmo and Luke this morning. Bought you some treats, hidden from Barbatos of course.” You drop a quick peck on his cheek. Diavolo smiles sinking lower into his chair. He hopped it was something with lemon or orange, they were in season now. Barbatos had been on the warpath with his sugar and carb intake of late. “Then I had tea with Solomon and he filled me in on some very interesting facts.” You kiss his hairline.

“Mmmm?”

You pull away from his warmth to come around to straddle his lap while he is distracted. He jerks at your sudden weight on his lap but relaxes almost immediately. He opens a golden eye, not even realizing he had closed them. Your demeanor shifts when his gaze is fully set on you, all sweet innocence gone. A cheshire grin spreads across your face. “Funny you should ask if I’m feeling ok. I have been feeling a bit off of late.”

Diavolo tenses. “Are you well?” He tries to reach for you, his arms coming off the armrests of his desk chair. You strike like a viper, your small hands wrap and lock around his thick wrists pinning them to the chair. His eyes bulge in shock. You watch coyly as his biceps bulge under his clothes. He tries to break free for a few minutes before settling back. “I see-”

Leaning in you brush your lips across his ears, heart racing with excitement. “You forgot to mention quite a few things, Dia.” The low purr he emits shakes both of you.

“My apologies.” He admits. “You know I love a good show. Shame I missed it.” He throws you a rogue smile. “Forgive me?”

You slide closer until you rested chest to chest, legs wrapping around his to pin him down further. His purr drops down an octave. Locking eyes with him you remove a hand from his wrist daring him to move. He doesn’t. You move slowly and deliberately resting your hand on his strong neck. His reaction was instantaneous. His pupils dilate, and the gold of his irises turn molten. You start to feel his magic seep out, you match it, giddy with excitement that you could. “Only if you work for it.” You smirk.

Diavolo nods readily, licking at his dry lips in anticipation. He was more than ready to atone.

Satan

He is a good noodle and has the decency to tell you what will happen beforehand

It’s only polite to give you a heads up before he breaks your headboard

You both are curious about how it will affect you. He at least is excited to teach you some practical magic

Plus the idea of you pranking Lucifer with magic? Sublime.

He smells it blossoming under your skin while you sleep.

It’s sharp and minty with a smoky finish. Then the power hits him like a brick to the face. He is in awe.

It’s like an electrifying feedback loop that just energizes and excites him and you feel it too. He’ll lose himself in you and your body again, hyped up on the headiness of it all.

Once he has *cough* cleared his head *cough* he takes you out to try out your newly found powers. He has so many things he wants to teach you.

Satan kneels beside you nodding his head in approval at your chalk markings. Your lines weren’t exactly steady, he could see how your hand shook as you copied his paperwork but you followed it dutifully. He finds your nervousness adorable as if he would let anything bad happen to you. At his go-ahead, you get to your feet. Turning your palms down towards your summoning circle you recite your spell and watch in amazement as your runes glow bright green underneath you. In a flash of blinding lights and smoke, you sense the pull of the creature emerging from your rune work. Delighted you look down at your handy work.

“Congratulations my darling, exceptionally done.” He grins proudly from his perch by his bookshelf.

You bend down and pick up the little critter. “What is it?” It looked like a blob of flan but firmer. Its squishy form shivers in your palm when you poked it. Its body giving way under your gentle poke. It was dark green but lightened to an electric green at its base. It was surprisingly warm.

You feel Satan coming up behind you to rest his chin on your shoulder. “It looks to be a lesser familiar, not bad for your first time summoning ever.” The jelly wiggles at his praise even though you couldn’t find any discernible features on its smooth little body. You turn it this way and that in your hand, even though it didn’t have eyes you could sense it was sizing you up to.

“What can it do?” You raise a brow at your companion. His arms circle your waist, his grin turning mischievous.

“Let's find out.”

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Your lungs burn, each breath coming hard and sharp while you run. The sound of your pounding feet was swallowed up by the rush of foot traffic around you. Satan drags you behind him ushering you both around the throng of students. “Quickly!” He looks over his shoulder and flashes you a brilliant smile. “The further away from his office we are the less likely he could blame us.”

You laugh breathlessly along with him.

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“What Belphie say?” You lean onto Satan’s shoulder to peek at his phone. The two of you sit, crowding in on each other's space underneath a desk in one of the unused classrooms.

“It’s glorious. Everything is covered. He says it looks like magic won’t remove it either!” He cackles showing you his screen. Belphie sent him a selfie. He is grinning devilishly from ear to ear throwing you both a peace sign through the screen. In the background, you could clearly see a very irate Lucifer. His face was red with fury and his clothes covered in green goo. His office was wrecked. Your little jelly did a number on it, you hadn’t expected it to expand as large as it did. Your familiar popping on the edge of Lucifer’s desk wasn’t intended either, but totally worth it. “Think you can summon another?” Satan asks, darkening his screen. You shake your head, whatever power you had earlier today had been drained after your little stunt.

Satan nods in understanding. “Shame- imagine what one of your jellies could do to Diavolo’s office.”

“Satan-”

He chuckles wrapping an arm around your back. He plants a loud kiss onto your forehead. “Alright-alright. Perhaps after a bit of a rest and recharge?”

You poke his leg playfully and laugh. “If you wanted to have sex again you could just ask.”

He dips low and kisses you. “Well then- if you are up for another round of delinquency…”

Beelzebub

Sweet baby didn’t know-

Well, he knew about it. Lucifer had given everyone “the talk” about it a couple of millennia ago.

He never really thought about it before you because he didn’t sleep with humans often (Him so big, human so smol if he isn’t paying attention it could be...bad)

So when you drag him into your room he just doesn’t think about it. You are both so oblivious

He doesn’t think about the shift in your scent, your kisses were just as sweet as always. If there was a peppery aftertaste to your kiss he chalks it up to something you had for breakfast

He doesn’t think anything of it when you practically drag him from your bed to shower together before school

He doesn’t think about it when at lunch your appetite starts to rival his

He starts to think about it during P.E. when your dodge ball puts a demon down for the rest of class

He definitely notices when you pin him down to steal his sandwich during your picnic date

Now he’s freaking out, whether it's because you are showing inhuman strength or the fact that you stole his food who knows

You nab yet another one of his sandwiches and start munching away with a hum of happiness. “Hey, babe.” He rumbles beneath you. “You feeling alright?” He wraps his large hands around your waist. Your weight was warm and comfortable over his prone form. He had whisked you away for an afternoon picnic, something to spend more time with you alone. After last night he craved being around you more than anything. He had packed enough food for him in mind. But it looks like it wouldn’t be enough. Odd. Beel rests his head back on the thick blanket protecting you both from the slightly damp grass underneath.

“Hmm?” You swallow down a mouthful of ruben. “Yeah! Famished though.” You lean back on his strong hip and swipe your finger around your mouth to brush off some crumbs. You reach for the other half of his sandwich to devour but pauses when you catch Beel’s kicked puppy look. With a huff of amusement, you offer the other half to him letting him chomp down with a fanged smile in thanks.

He chews in silence, watching you pick up a bowl of fresh fruit. Hmmm… He runs his rough palms up and down your thighs and hips ignoring your squirming and giggles when he runs over the thin skin of your sides. He squeezes you lightly. Huh- Your muscles were firmer than this morning, now that he was looking closer he could see that your frame was a bit sturdier too. Still his perfectly lovable and squishy human but more solid around the edges. In a last-ditch effort to figure out what has changed, he reaches out for his pact mark.

He jerks forward, upsetting your position on his lap, causing you to tumble backward, fruit flying everywhere. “Beel!” You shriek. He shushes you, squeezing your cheeks between warm hands.

“I forgot.”

“You forgot?” You repeat. “What dessert? I’m pretty sure the fruit was part of it...but I mean. If you want grassy cantaloupe it’s all yours.” You eye the remains of the seasonal fruit laying around you and then at the basket. You were pretty sure you saw some pastries at the bottom of it too.

“We had sex.” He blurts out bluntly, and quite loudly.

Your face heats. “Yes, thank you for the reminder.” You push him off sitting up on your elbows. “Please, why don’t you yell it out for all the wildlife to hear too.”

Beelzebub shakes his head groaning. “No-I forgot to warn you about our pact.”

Ahh-oh. You eye him wearily. If he was stressing you were stressing, it wasn’t like him to get so bent out of shape. “Ok-is it, like bad?” What were you going to die? That would be a big thing to just forget. “How about you fill me in big guy.” You listen enraptured while he jerkily explains how you have strengthened your bond exponentially without even realizing it. Magic, super strength, the appetite, all because you jumped his bones.

Nice.

It sounded so cool- but then overwhelming all at the same time. Was it permanent? What if you lost control and actually hurt someone for real.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t think about it-I just. You felt so good.” He wilts. “I should have been more careful- this is the first time I’ve done this.”

“Beel-”

“I swear.” He bulldozes over you. “I didn’t mean to keep this from you.”

You cut him off, combing your fingers through his hair soothingly. “I believe you, Beel.” You smile reassuringly. “It’s not like it’s gonna hurt me...right?” He thinks about it for a minute then grunts, shaking his head. You grin brighter stretching out your arms. “And I get some cool powers right?”

He nods again. “For a bit yes.”

You get up off the ground excitedly. “Right then! You’ll show me the ropes right? I’ve never done anything magical before!” You look at your palms as if fire or sparks were going to fly out of them. Beel rises to his feet too.

“You sure? I doubt I will be as good of a mentor as Lucifer or even Belphie.” He looks around the large grove of trees and sprawling grassy acreage around you both. You both were far away from the populated areas of the mountain pass and town. He could practice with you freely and without worrying about damaging anything important. “Not the date I promised, but if you really want me to show you some stuff…” He offers you a shy smile. He did have a few cool tricks he could show you. You nod already rolling up your sleeves. Well- if this was what you really wanted then he would be glad to show you.

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