#I don't think I imagined it coming out so calming and gentle... it's so emotional

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EVERY YOU EVERY ME: ISSUE #4

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x female reader

Summary: Miguel O'Hara saves you from falling off the Chrysler building for a second time, and he's not very happy about it.

Word count: 4,400 words.

Content: Slow burn so slow we're getting a reverse speeding ticket, Spidey-boy has a lot of emotions and really needs therapy, he also swears a lot, tiny speck of angst.

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It's shocking how fast the ground approaches from a height of 72 stories. You always imagined it would take longer given the distance. In movies, the freefall is always captured in a hypnotizing slow motion, but real gravity is brutal and unforgiving.

This time, as you fall through the sky, you don’t see the New York concrete grow wider or nearer. All you see is the vast gap between you and the crystal blue sky rapidly pulling away from you. The buildings looming higher with every second. The blinding sun reflected in the thousands and thousands of glaring windows towering above.

You can't feel your heartbeat or the wind beating against your face. There should be panic. But at the sight of familiar inky-blue piercing through your view, an eerie calm takes over until a comforting numb spreads through your limbs.

Call it misguided naivety. No one should ever place this much trust with their life on a stranger they don't even know to come and save them.

But misguided or not, there's no fear in you this time around. You don't think about how you are plummeting down to your death. Not when you see him speeding after you. Diving head-first into the vast empty space as he closes the distance between you, hand outstretched, reaching for you.

His hand catches around your wrist in mid-air. It's a firm grip like he never means to let go. He reels you in until you're defying gravity, gliding up through the air to meet him until he can wrap his arms around you.

Everything decelerates. The reflection of the rows and rows of windows no longer flashing by. It's a gentle descent as the breeze flows pleasantly through your hair, and if you don't think too hard about how you can't control the direction of movement, you can almost believe you’re flying.

The landing is gentle. He sets you on your feet with such great care that it takes you a second to adjust to the feeling of firm concrete beneath your soles.

Once again, you find yourself standing face to face with the masked superhero who has saved your life more times than you can count on both hands.

You crane your neck to meet his gaze, head tilting upwards until your neck strains, and it strikes you that you've forgotten how tall he was. His head tips down, the dark outline of his masked eyes staring down at you, and it makes the hair on the nape of your neck prickle.

Say something. 

You rack your brain, trying to remember all the questions you had meticulously written down in the notepad hidden in your desk as you planned for this very moment. But they’re missing, wiped cleanly from your mind now that he's here in front of you. Your mouth parts, trying to remember how to use your vocal cords again.

Before you find it, the blue fabric recedes until it reveals his face again. You're met with cutting eyes that glow an otherworldly crimson and the bared sharp canine teeth of a predator as he growls at you. 

"What the hell were you thinking?!" 

The low rumble of his words scrapes down your spine and locks you in a fight or flight response. Except you're doing neither. Fixed in place, unable to move.

One of his hands reaches up to pull at his hair in frustration, as he starts to mumble to himself. He's tugging it so hard you think he's going to yank them out by the roots.

"I can’t believe you! Me estás matando. Casi me da un ataque cardíaco–"

You blink up at him dimly, confused until you realize that he's broken into Spanish. But he's speaking too low and too fast. You can only make out about half of it.

"–No puedo más! I am dying of stress. You're impossible! I turn away for one second…” 

One sentence flows directly into the next without stopping for a single breath, and you're surprised he doesn't go lightheaded from lack of oxygen with how long he goes on.

You raise your hand slightly, reminiscent of a gesture you used to pull in school when you wanted to get the teacher's attention to ask a question. But he doesn't notice. Doesn’t even throw a glance in your direction.

“... and you go Anna Karenina on me. I can't with you, I can't, I can't–"

You try to follow along, looking for an appropriate break in his rant to get a word in edgewise. But like the line of tourists lining up for the Statue of liberty, there doesn't seem to be an end in sight. As rude as it is, the only thing you can think of is clearing your throat, loudly, trying to draw attention to yourself, but that's soundly ignored as well.

"Me vas a sacar canas verdes–-"

One broad hand covers his face as if he's trying to scrub away the beginnings of a migraine, and he keeps going.

Listening to him makes you feel like a child on the receiving end of a scolding by an exasperated parent. Any lingering thread of fear or intimidation gives way to irritation at this man who is so subsumed by his tirade that he doesn't even seem to be aware of your presence, not three feet away from him.

"–Siempre haces esto, una y otra y otra vez–"

You don't know exactly how long he’s been going on for by now, but you know that it's long. You could even swear the shadow by your feet has shifted to the opposite end of the patch of concrete at your feet in the time he’s been talking.

"Well? Aren't you going to say anything?" he asks, apparently finally done. He stands there, arms crossed, with a condescending set to his jaw as he looks down on you.

And god, where to even start with this man? You have enough material about his difficult and avoidant behavior to make a powerpoint presentation out of it. You should block out the boardroom for three whole hours and hold a Q&A after.

How, if he had just spoken to you after you left him not one, not two, but several requests to meet with him, then things could have ended up a lot more civilized.

How, if he hadn't been hiding from you this whole time—gaslighting you— you wouldn't have had to spend over $200 on budget DIY spy crap (in this economy!) on an utterly wasted attempt to catch him. And, to add insult to injury, you’re sure you are never going to use any of that stuff ever again!

How, if he hadn't been talking non-stop and had the self-awareness to take a second to observe others, he'd have realized that you had plenty of things to say to him, if only he had paused long enough to let you.

But somehow in the face of his expectant expression, all that comes out of your mouth is, "I don't know what you want me to say."

His face falls. There's a split second of disappointment, raw and anguished, that flitters across his face. Then it's gone as quickly as it appeared, and he turns away from you. Whatever he was expecting from you, that was obviously not it.

When he speaks again, his voice has turned calm and quiet. He almost sounds resigned.

"Yeah. I don't know either." 

There's a sluggish, awkward silence that lingers on the three feet of concrete stretched between the two of you. The echo of traffic below, the cab horns and chatter swarms the space. After everything that’s happened, it all feels very anti-climatic somehow.

"Can you take me back to my apartment and we can talk? I have coffee. Cake too," you say, trying to break the silence.

"I don't drink coffee." His tone is curt, severing the olive branch you were trying to extend with a sharp snap, and your shoulders sag in defeat and disappointment. But then his face tips back in your direction and meets your eyes. The line of his mouth twitches as if he’s war with himself. 

"But I'll have some cake," he concedes. 

Had you known that a superhero was coming over for a visit, you'd probably have done a better job of cleaning up and making the place presentable.

You would have put away the heap of unfolded, wrinkly laundry that's piled up on your bed, granny panties in full sight. Would have washed the dirty dishes stacked up in your sink like a dangerous game of porcelain Jenga. Or at least cleared out the sad looking take out box where your half-eaten pizza is still resting in a greased up spot on the table.

Still, you're not sure how impressed he would be even if you had. Your studio apartment is a standard size for NYC, meaning in most other places it would be classified as a closet. With his height, he has to duck to make it through the threshold of your door and can barely stand upright without banging his head against the ceiling. It’s ironic that the window entrance is probably less hazardous for him.

You get him a plate of cake and set it on the table in front of him, delicately placing the dessert fork on the side.

"Sorry, I don't have any cookies for you today, just coffee cake."

The sight of him sitting hunched over your Ingatorp IKEA dining table is slightly comical. The table looks like a miniature doll set against his broad frame, and as he picks up the small dessert fork in his large hand, that only adds to the absurdity of the situation. He looks like he’s playing at having a tea party with a child’s play tea set. 

You sit down across from him, watching him intently, trying to gather the nerve to ask the questions you've been dying to ask since this all started. But you're hesitant and fumbling, stumbling on your words like an idiot, "Uhm, so I wanted to ask if you– if you knew why all of this is happening to–"

"No."

You frown at his interruption. "You didn't let me finish," you protest.

He leans back against his chair, waving away your protests dismissively into the air. "I didn't need you to. The answer is no. Next question."

You bite down on your lip to stave off the curse stuck in your throat, trying to force its way out. You hold it. Stemming the tide, as you focus on the task at hand.

"Who are you?"

His head tilts to the side at your question, as his hand draws up and gestures vaguely over the spider emblem of his costume draped over his chest. "Isn't it obvious?" he snarkily responds, "I'm Spiderman"

Great, he's a rude and sassy superhero. You narrow your eyes at him

"You're not the Spiderman I know of."

He doesn't respond to that. Just glares down at the cake as he pierces it with a sharp stab of the fork, making the porcelain underneath clank. Then he scoops a large spoonful and shovels it into his mouth.

God, who eats cake so angrily?

"Why did you save–" you start, but he holds up one finger, motioning for you to pause. 

He cleaves off another piece of cake and shoves it into his mouth, chewing slowly. You watch as he beats the Guinness record of slowest chewer across the table from you, before you finally get to repeat your question.

"Why do you keep saving me?"

"I'm a superhero. I save people. It's what I do."

Bright irritation pings through you at his sarcastic attitude. 

This is like playing the world's shittiest game of 20 Questions, except here the whole goal of the game is to see whose sanity cracks first.

Naively, you had thought that being able to sit down with him in person would mean you could finally start getting some answers. You hadn't been expecting the need to deploy strategic maneuvers, and you pause, taking your time before you speak. 

You need to pick a question he won't be able to evade. You think back at the footage of the nanny-cam, that time he carried you to bed. The worry when you weren't where he expected you to be. The over-familiarity that seeps out of his every action with you as if he already knows you and that the last thing you heard as you fell off the ledge was his voice calling out your name.

"How did you know my name?" you finally ask him.

His back stiffens at the question, jaw grinding down until the small muscle there flexes with irritation.

"I don't."

Liar.

"You called my name when I fell," you remind him.

This time instead of answering, he slides the now empty plate at you across the table.

"Can I have another slice?"

You frown. It's an obvious ploy to buy himself some time to avoid answering your question. But you can't deny his request either.

With a sigh, you push away your chair to bring the plate to the counter. You cut up an obscenely big slice so that he won't be able to use this as an excuse a second time.

Turning back around, you find that the gluttonous self-proclaimed Spiderman is pinching the bridge of his nose. He looks a little worse for wear, a pained expression etched into those tightly knitted brows.

"Are you okay?" you ask, concerned.

"No. I–" He breaks off, his broad palm gripping the back of the chair, and you notice a slight tremor in his fingers. "Something’s wrong." 

He pushes the chair back, trying to get to his feet, but to your surprise, he stumbles and sways. 

He seems just as surprised as you are at his newfound lack of coordination. 

"What the–" He looks down on his feet with concentrated effort. Then he takes another step. It's wobblier than the one before, his knee giving way, and his arm shoots out to grip at the edge of your table for balance.

Alarm bells start to go off in your head. You don't understand what's happening, but he's definitely right, something is wrong. A man that can gracefully scale down the Chrysler building from 72 floors down shouldn't be struggling this much just to take two steps back in your living room.

"Maybe you should sit back down," you suggest, looking up at him. There’s a slight sheen of perspiration that's settled on his forehead. The beginnings of a rosy flush tinting his cheeks. "Do you have any food allergies?"

"No. I don't. No. Super metabolism kind of cuts down on that sort of–” he’s stumbling over his words, each syllable slurred on his tongue, as he shakes his head at you. “No, no allergies. No food sensitivities of any kind except...."

He glares around wildly and his eyes land on the remaining slice of cake perched on your kitchen counter. 

"Did you put fucking coffee in that cake?!?!"

“"Yes?” You whip around, and look at the cake on your counter, not understanding the relevance of his question. “I mean... It's a coffee cake? I told you that!" 

You push aside your growing panic as you try to remember if the EpiPen stored away in your kitchen cupboard is past its expiration.

"You didn't tell me there was coffee in it!"

Is he serious?

"I said ‘coffee cake’! What else would be in there? It's in the name," you snap. 

And god, you can't believe this is what you're arguing with him about at this moment.

"Okay, yeah," he concedes testily, "but coffee cake is its own thing too! Isn’t coffee cake just… cake... that you, like... serve with coffee? It doesn't have coffee in it! Why the fuck does it have coffee in it?"

Does the man even hear himself? You're trying to figure out if you need to call an ambulance, and he is arguing with you on the technicalities of what constitutes coffee cake.

"Okay, wait, but are you dying?" you ask, trying to stay calm despite the pandemonium of panic ringing in your head. 

"No! I'm just intoxitac– intocita– intoshica– I'm just fucking drunk okay!?" he spits out.

Your brain stalls at his statement. Intoxicated!? When did he have time to drink? He seemed fine just a few minutes ago, but now he's slurring and about to topple over.

"You're drunk? How–"

"Spiders get drunk on coffee," he interrupts, and the flush on his cheek deepens to a deep alarming red. If you didn't know better, you'd almost think he was blushing.

"Okay, let's sit you down." You rush over, rounding your dining table as you reach for him.

At the sight of your extended hands, his eyes widen in alarm, He steps back from you, eyeing you like you're something dangerous.

"No. No, I'm–" he takes another step backwards, flinging himself away from your touch, but loses his footing in the process. He tilts over, hand grappling for the edge of the table as he goes, but instead of the edge he manages to take the cake plate with him on the way down.

There's a clank of shattered porcelain, followed by the loud thud of his body hitting the ground.

With the large size of him in your tiny studio apartment and the breaking of porcelain left and right, this feels like the idiom of a bull running wild in a China shop, come to life.

You reach out your hand to help him get up, but he doesn't acknowledge it, anchoring his elbow to the floor for leverage, only to wobble and fall flat against his back again with an angry curse.

Why is he so goddamned stubborn? 

You glance down at him, this gigantic man that is lying sprawled out on the floor with the gravitas of a turtle trapped on its back. He's so huge that he's eating up half of the floor space of your entire home. If he doesn’t get up, you won't be able to take two steps without accidentally stepping on him.

Shaking your head in disbelief at the ridiculousness of the situation, you hunch down on your knees beside him.

There's hesitation etched in those otherworldly crimson eyes as you come near. But as much as he's scowling at you, baring his fangs and trying to look scary, there isn't much he can do from the floor.

"Let me help you," you insist, "let's get you in bed until it wears off. I can't have you passed out on my floor like this."

He takes your outstretched hand, and you pull backwards, trying to bring him up with you. Between the two of you, you manage to get him on his feet again. Barely. 

Whoa.

You crane your head up, up, up til you meet his eyes. Yup, the man is still huge. Must be damn near 7 feet tall and heavy, and you quickly realize there's not much you can do but try to steer so that he falls in the direction of your bed.

Somehow you manage to shepherd him in the right direction, until his knees hit the edges of your bed. He lands with a dramatic thud and you hear your bed frame groan in protest. 

“Do you need anything?” you ask, but he doesn’t answer you. His broad arm drapes over his eyes, blocking you out. 

You sigh, turning on your heels to clean up the mess of coffee cake and broken plates off your floor.

You barely manage to finish sweeping up the floor before you hear soft snoring filling your home.

Knock-off Spiderman is sound asleep, his large shape curled up on your mattress, entirely still.

You settle yourself back at the dining table, eating the leftover coffee cake as you pull up a book on your phone and wait for him to wake.

This was not how you had imagined your first extended interaction would turn out.

Honestly, you can't make sense of any of your interactions with him. How he's constantly avoiding you, yet can't seem to stay away and routinely checks in on you.

How he acts overly familiar in one instance and excessively rude and put off by you the next.

Maybe you remind him of someone else... Maybe even an ex? It feels weird to speculate, but it would explain a lot of things. His belligerent attitude towards you. The way he looks at you with eyes full of resentment, even as he's saving you from certain death. That look in his eyes like he knows you, even though you've never met him.

It doesn't explain how he knows your name though.

From the bed, you can hear him stir, shifting against the mattress with a quiet groan muffled into your pillow. He's softly murmuring something that you can't quite make out, and then he turns in his sleep again, making a pained noise that makes worry squeeze tight in your chest.

Maybe letting him sleep it off wasn't the brightest idea you've had. You probably should've called for the ambulance as soon as he showed physical signs of distress.

You're not a biologist. You don't know how a hybrid spider-human’s physiology works.

What if he's not just drunk? Whoever heard of coffee making someone drunk! And how could it affect him so quickly? There was barely a minute between him stuffing his face and falling all over the place. Some quick, panicked googling confirms that coffee makes spiders a kind of drunk, but it doesn’t say if it’s outright toxic to them.

Oh fuck, what if he's dying!? Oh god, what if a superhero dies in your bed? How will you explain this to your landlord? Or the police! “I fed him coffee cake, and it killed him, officer.” Right, that’s going to go over like a lead balloon! It’ll probably look like you poisoned him. TMZ will be swarming the place. You'll be classified as a supervillain.

Setting down the book, you make your way over to sit on the edge of your bed. You lean over his sleeping form and peer down at him, checking for any signs of physical distress.

That red flush from earlier is still riding high on his cheeks, looking like the beginnings of a fever. You reach out your hand to rest it on his forehead to check his temperature.

Warm.

He stirs at the touch, turning his face and practically nuzzles into your palm. It’s almost endearing as he buries his sharp nose into your wrist.

You hold your breath, worried that exhaling would be loud enough to wake him as you gaze down on him. Up close like this, when he's not being rude, and stubborn and defensive, he's... quite attractive.

He has the kind of sculpted face that Hollywood dreams are made of, angular jaw and a prominent nose that makes him look regal. Not to mention those chiselled cheeks of his are a fucking marvel to look at. But more than that, curled up asleep in your bed, there’s a gentle softness to his features that hadn’t been noticeable when he was awake.  

Now that  he’s not frowning down at you and the line of his mouth isn’t pulled into an angry snarl, you can see that his lips are full and luscious, delicate even. His heavy brows look less intimidating now that his face has relaxed from its perpetual scowl. 

He looks... soft, somehow.

There's a spark of something heated in your veins that has you feeling flushed and warm. You have to turn your eyes, shaking your head and tutting at yourself, because you’re creeping on the drunk guy passed out on your bed, and it’s not a good look on you. 

The commotion makes him stir, his eyes blink softly open. He looks up at you, with half-lidded eyes, and it's different from how he's looked at you up until now. His gaze is still so…. soft.

"Nena," he says quietly.

Your cheeks warm at the warmth in his voice , and you gently pull your hand away from his forehead.

"Sorry, I was just checking if you were okay," you explain awkwardly as you start to back away from him, sliding your knee along the mattress to climb off the bed.

At your movement, he darts upright into a seated position and pulls you to him, clinging onto every inch of you as he buries his face to your side. 

“Don't go,” he murmurs into your neck. His voice is trembling, and you can feel the panic radiating from him as the grip he has on you tightens until it’s bruising.  

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," he says, keeps repeating it. You don’t know what he’s apologizing for but the guilt and sadness in his voice tugs at something deep inside your chest. 

Nena, he said, and you realize that even though you're the one he's holding in this moment, he's not talking to you. He thinks you're someone else.

"Please don't leave me again. I-I can't–" he chokes out the words into the hollow of your throat where he's pressed his face tight into your skin. You can't help but notice the damp wetness that gathers there. "I'm trying, but I can't– I don't know how to do this without you."

The words are raw in his throat, and despite your confusion, your chest squeezes tight with a sympathetic ache at the man's obvious heartbreak.

You don't know what's going on here or who he thinks you are. The only thing you know is that you want to make him feel better. To make his hurt a little less painful. To make the consuming guilt you can hear in his voice a little bit smaller. 

"It's okay," you say. 

What the it refers to, you have no idea. But the least you can do is to give the man who has saved your life over and over, a tiny crumb of comfort.

You return his embrace, circling an arm around his shoulder, matching the tightness with which he’s holding you. Your other hand slides into his hair and he shivers at the touch, face burying deeper into your neck.

"I'll protect you,” he murmurs into your skin, “I can do better this time. Keep you safe. I promise.”

"It's okay. It’s okay. I’m already safe," you reassure him, giving him the only truth you know for sure in this moment, "You saved me."

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Dedication & Credits: as always to my collaborator on this series, who helps me brainstorm, write, edit and beta-read and everything in between and over with this series. This exists because of her, and I am so grateful to her. The hours I spend shouting into her DMs and bother her on the daily since this series infected my mind. You guys don't know what I put poor @thirstworldproblemss through.

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Author's note: the Spanish in this chapter has been left untranslated on purpose, so that it's left ambiguous whether reader speak/understand Spanish. The idea is that if you as a reader understand it, then so does the reader, and vice versa 🥰

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Hewo I know Halloween is over but may I have TADC cast x Jack Skellington!Reader? Plus their dog also got transported and turned into Zero.

Imagine an 11ft tall skeleton rising out the giant ballpit thing

If Jax or Caine pisses them off they do the scary face thing

TADC cast x jack skellington! Type reader!

I dont mention the dog much since I dont really. Have many ideas for them <\3

Also I have not seen nightmare before Christmas in YEARS so UHUH! This may be a bit off

Written on mobile

I'm down with the sickness but the sickness is not down with me (too sore to sleep)

CAINE:

You guys walk bubble and your dog together/j

Actually no that would be.. kind of funny.. I can definitely see caine doing that if hes trying to befriend you

Chaotic gentleman (is that a thing? Honestly I'm just basing the gentleman part on the fact caine says stuff like "my dear" and goes out of his way to welcome new circus members but uhuh) and calm gentleman duo

Things happen

Honestly I think you would balance him out, like either he tones down or you compliment his personality enough to make it more bearable to others

POMNI:

Similar to the skeleton reader post, pomni is a little offput by you being a skeleton. It's like how you instinctively get freaked out when you see an exposed brain, usually means somethings very wrong. Same case with your bones I think. At least for pomni while shes getting used to things. Though your gentle and kind demeanor really helps ease things along, and pomni finds herself comfortable around you!

AND you come with a dog? Tbh I can see pomni being a dog person

... If that's your dog, assuming it's not an NPC, does that mean your dog got a mini headset...?

RAGATHA:

Kind lady and kind person. You guys kind of just brighten up the room whenever you two are around, and even more so if you're together... though, that isn't saying much given the general attitude of the others..

You both tend to band together to look out for the others during IHAs, I think

Let's you rattle on about your interests; I'm sure most others would let you do the same, but I think Ragatha would actually be actively engaged in it! I think Kinger would be too...

Sets you three down in a corner and observes

JAX:

Writing this down first before I forget but Jax would do an exaggerated fake scream when you do the scary face thing. I don't think jax would be all the phased by it. If you're a skeleton you're cursed with him trying to undo your bones, very similar to the TADC cast x skeleton reader post from a few days ago

Personality wise? Jax is going to try to find your limits and break them. Oh you're a gentleperson who handles things with grace? Not for long.. unless you have the patience and forgiveness of a god

KINGER:

I think he would enjoy your prescence! Just dont do the face thing around him, hes probably gonna freak out even if it's not directed towards him. Kinger doesnt strike me as the type to like scary things..

Pets your dog, a lot

Emotional support animal/j but actually I can see him becoming attatched to your dog

Not much to be said here but I'm chalking that more up to me being tired <\3

ZOOBLE:

Is a little annoyed by your enthusiasm to learn as much as you can about whatever topic ha syour interest; bonus if you're current interest is the digital world and trying to figure out all the ins and outs of it

....they're more of a cat person, I think... ir maybe a snake person... or reptile person in general.. doesnt hate your dog, though

Can at least appreciate your mannerisms and politeness

I can see you two being decent friends , I think

GANGLE:

Another one where I think you guys could make decent friends. Honestly, I didnt write this to be romantic (though some of these can be interpreted as such!) But I wholeheartedly believe gangle would develop a crush on you. I mean, come on! You're a gentleman, you're a lil quirky, you're kind and curious, and so on! Bonus if you look the part, too. I have a hc lying around somewhere where I believe gangle used to play dating sims in the real world and tbh. She would definitely go after characters that reflected you... and oh look youre a real person, hell yeah

It was either characters like you or the dark mysterious ones

But maybe I'm hella projecting onto gangle

Gangle is our x reader enjoyer rep/hj

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Two Lines, Two Idiots Chapter Three: An Odd Alliance

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Twin Brother JJ! x Maybank! Reader, rafe Cameron! x maybank!reader (all over 18)

TW:pregnancy, I actually think thats it

Summary: You and Rafe talk things out and JJ and John B realize something.

Word Count:1.9k

Rafe showing up at the chateau is the last thing you expected, and probably the worst thing he could've done. 

The sentiment isn't lost on you, but it's been less than ten minutes since JJ found out the truth. Even though he made a promise, you have to admit it's tempting when Rafe just offered himself up on a silver platter. 

"You son of a bitch!"

You know your brother better than anyone, which is exactly why your hand flies out to stop him before he can even lunge. Your back is turned, but you know you were right when you feel his chest slam into your forearm. 

"Okay, I think we should step aside."

It's less of a suggestion and more of an instruction as you glare at your brother, and Rafe lets you lead the way. 

You start toward the chateau and don't stop until you're seated on the bed in the guest room, far away from prying eyes and ears. 

You stare up at the man expectantly, your arms crossed over your chest as if it'll protect your heart from further damage.

Rafe is the perfect image of anxiety as he paces the room gnawing on his lip until you're sure it's going to bleed. His hands fidget as he plays with the ring on his forefinger, and you swear you can see the faint beginnings of sweat on his forehead. 

He practiced in his head the whole way over, but being in front of you now it all seems to be slipping his mind. He has so much to say, yet no words to express it. 

This is the side of Rafe no one sees; even you've only experienced it one other time after he had a fight with Ward. 

It's part of why you kept sleeping with him; he's so human like this. It becomes painfully obvious once the armor comes off that deep down Rafe is traumatized and longing for someone to understand him. 

To love him and choose him. 

Under the snarky cruelty, he's just a person. It's not that Rafe can't be vulnerable or show his emotions; it's that he's afraid to. 

For as long as he could talk he's had it drilled into his head that 'Cameron's don't cry' and that one day he'll be the man of the family. He had so much put on him at such a young age, it's no wonder he crumbled under the pressure. 

The forgotten child that can never seek guidance, but is punished and ridiculed when they make the wrong choice. 

You wait patiently for him to calm down, but when he doesn't, your hand reaches out and grabs his. He halts his movements, his eyes fluttering closed as your calmness seems to transfer to him. 

His panic starts to subside and unbeknownst to both of you, his heartbeat slowly syncs with yours. He just breathes for a moment before kneeling in front of you. 

Seeing Rafe open up willingly is something you would never expect, but apparently finding out you're having a child changes you in an instant. 

He isn't sure what he wants, but he's dead set on what he doesn't want. He doesn't want his kid to grow up fatherless and asking questions. 

He doesn't want you to go through this alone and he doesn't want to try and sleep at night not knowing every little thing about how your pregnancy is going. 

He doesn't want to be left wondering; forced to imagine what his son or daughter is like as he pretends they don't exist. 

"I'm sorry I left earlier. I freaked out and I didn't want to snap at you." 

His voice is so gentle it makes your head spin, and your hand reaches up to caress his now stubbled cheek in an admittedly intimate gesture. 

"It's okay. I kind of dropped it on you. I'd rather you walk away and cool off than start a fight. Just tell me that next time."

He nods his head and passes over your use of the phrase next time. He hopes this doesn't happen again; he hates the idea of walking away from you no matter the circumstances.

"I took some time to think, and I want you to know I'm here. I don't know what we are or what you want us to be, but we can figure it out as we go. I want to be around for every single thing, whether it's holding your hair back or going out to get you food ten times in one night."

You mull over his confession and swallow the lump in your throat. Your silence seems to last forever and Rafe gets more nervous with every second. 

You could easily tell him to fuck off and he couldn't do a damn thing about it except try to change your mind. Something in him knows you wouldn't do that though. 

"Okay. You can be as involved as you want and we can see where the relationship goes. But Rafe, once you decide you're all in you can't back out. I'm not doing the one foot in one foot out bullshit. So are you sure?"

He doesn't hesitate before answering, his head turning to press a kiss to your palm.

"I'm sure. I'm 100% all in."

The smile you give him is blinding and you nod your head. 

"Okay then."

He leans forward and presses a sweet kiss to your lips before pulling back with wide eyes. 

"Shit, I'm sorry. I've just gotten so used to-"

You cut him off with a giggle and give him a peck. 

"It's okay, Rafe. I don't mind."

You see him visibly relax at your reassurance and grab his hand before standing. You can practically feel the nerves rolling off him in waves as you lead him back to the group, your brother and John B leaping to their feet as soon as they see you. 

"Down, boys. We talked it out, everything is fine. He's going to be involved as much as he can."

JJ eyes Rafe suspiciously, his gaze scrutinizing every inch of his body as it travels all the way down to his feet and back up.

"So are you two together or what?" 

You look at Rafe before turning to John B and shrugging your shoulders. 

"Or what. We're figuring it out as we go."

He doesn't mention the fact your hands are laced together, or the pure adoration in Rafe's eyes as they stay glued to your figure. 

"If you even think about hurting her-"

Rafe cuts JJ off with a curt nod and clears his throat. 

"I'm dead, I get it. Trust me, bro, that's one thing you and I see eye to eye on."

JJ's lip quirks for a fraction of a second, and you know that everything is going to be okay. You make your way over to your original seat, JJ and Rafe taking their places on either side of you. Rafe figures he might as well get acquainted seeing as he's tied to the group for the rest of his life now. 

"So," Sarah starts, and everyone adjusts to face her. 

"Have you been to the doctor yet?"

You shake your head and your eyes flit to look at Rafe, a relieved expression blanketing his face. 

"No, I just found out today. I haven't had a chance to make an appointment."

Rafe squeezes your hand and brings it to his mouth, pressing a featherlight kiss to your knuckles. 

"We can call tomorrow. I want to be there."

JJ and John B share a look at the sweet gesture, taken aback at how domestic Rafe is acting. They've seen him around with a lot of women, and not once has he ever shown any form of affection. 

It doesn't go unnoticed the way you lean into his touch, the same sparkle in your eyes when you look at Rafe that he has when looking at you. They silently wonder if the two of you know, but the way your eyes quickly avert when you catch either staring tells them you don't. 

JJ can't stop himself from asking the question everyone is thinking, his curiosity and nosiness getting the best of him. 

"How long has this been going on? Does anyone else know?"

You stare at the ground as you answer, not wanting to see the pain you know is going to be on your brother's face. 

"About six months. No one else knows."

You already know exactly what JJ looks like as you hear him exhale a long sharp breath. He can't believe that not only were you sleeping with the enemy, but that you hid it for half a year. He thought the two of you were closer than that. 

Granted, he knows he wouldn't have reacted in the best way; that much was proven tonight. Still, he assumed you knew he would love you no matter what. 

"Wait, so what are you gonna tell Dad?"

Sarah's voice cuts through the air like a hot knife through butter and sinks straight into your chest. You hadn't thought about that yet; the mere idea has panic crawling up your throat. 

Rafe has though, and he seems prepared as he spits out his response the second she's done speaking. 

"The truth. I'm a grown man, and if he doesn't like it then he can shove it."

He says it so casually that it almost brings you comfort. Almost.

"Rafe, he hates Pogues. But a Maybank of all people? He's going to do everything in his power to stop this, and I think we both know that his reach is pretty much unlimited."

Your voice trembles as you speak the words out loud, and Rafe has you wrapped in his arms in an instant. 

"Hey, I'm a Cameron too. He isn't going to hurt you, I promise. I'll make sure of that." 

You can't help but feel his words have an underlying meaning, but you don't press the subject. You know Rafe has been involved in some shady shit, to say the least, and you don't want to know how far he's willing to go to make good on his promise. 

You nod into his shoulder, your breathing subconsciously matching his as you calm down from your impending anxiety attack. 

"You know you have to tell him soon, right? I mean, word travels fast on the island and it's gonna be a lot worse if he hears it through the grapevine." 

Rafe and JJ both shoot Sarah a harsh glare, and she raises her hands defensively as the two men stare at her like Dobermans ready to attack.

"I'm just trying to be the voice of reason."

You feel Rafe heave a breath and nuzzle further into him. 

"We can go to the appointment first and confirm everything, then tell him." You decide and Rafe kisses the top of your head with a nod. 

"Sounds good to me."

The night wraps up and Rafe is about to head out when he's stopped by a hand on his shoulder. He turns around and comes face to face with your brother, mentally bracing for whatever's about to happen. 

"I can see that you care about her, so as far as I'm concerned, we're cool. We can't change the situation and I don't want any more bad blood in my family. That being said, if your dad so much as looks at her sideways, I'm going to rip his eyes out." 

JJ's expecting a snarky response, and his eyebrows shoot up when Rafe looks as serious as he does. 

"You'll have to beat me to it."

At that, Rafe turns on his heel and climbs into his truck, leaving behind a stunned JJ.

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[wriothesleybear]

Apparently, in a leak, there's a made-up story about Wriothesley fighting a deep-sea beast but he says its fake.

Anyway, imagine him saving you from one or just fighting one to impress you.

I'm so sorry this took so long! Was in a writing rut for a while and then when I finally started writing, I lost my first draft of it. It was so good and I got so sad that I lost it😭... Anyways, now that we've seen his character and gotten to know him more in the main story and his character story, I can see him doing this lmao. He's likely to save you from one because he is protective of those he cares about. If you get impressed by him doing that it's a plus! Imagine him saving you from one and he casually walks over to you, holding his hand out to help you on your feet. He has a smirk on his face as he asks you, "impressed?" You could respond in two ways.

Either you blush and shyly thank him. He notices the hand he's holding is shaking a bit. He understands that you were scared and you're probably having trouble calming down. With a gentle look on his face, he gives your hand a comforting squeeze. "It's okay. You're safe now." You know he's trying to comfort you and you appreciate him trying to do that, but it just causes you to break down in tears. He hates seeing you cry. He immediately pulls you into a tight hug, letting you cry into his chest as he rubs your back. He lets you take your time letting your emotions out, giving reassuring words every now and then. He blames himself for not protecting you and can't even imagine what would've happened if he didn't get there in time. He tries to calm his own thoughts and focus on you. Once you finally calm down, you slightly pull away so you can see his face. He cups your face, using his thumbs to wipe the tears off your cheeks. "Thank you Wrio." He leans his forehead against yours and gently smiles. "Let's go home. I'll make you some tea." You slightly chuckle. "Okay." He picks you up in his arms. You get embarrassed and tell him he doesn't have to carry you but of course he says he doesnt mind. You smile, wrap your arms around his neck and kiss his cheek. "My hero." He's the one who's blushing now.

The other way you can respond is by messing with him and saying not really. Although you deny it, he notices the blush on your cheeks. He knows what you're doing and plays along. "Are you sure because I saw how awestrucked you were while I was fighting the monster." You blush more. "Fine, I suppose I was a little bit impressed." He smirks some more. "Thank you for saving me Wrio." "If you really want to thank me, how about a kiss on the cheek to show your appreciation?" You want to wipe that smirk off his face. "How about I get you some high quality tea instead?" You suggest. "Eh, that's no fun. How about you join me for a tea date?" "Hm? Is THE Duke asking me out?" You tease. "It's either the tea date or a kiss on the cheek. Your choice." You contemplate for a few seconds and ultimately make a decision. You pull him by his tie towards your face and kiss him on the lips. It only lasts for a few seconds but it leaves him stunned. You smirk and start walking away. You notice that you don't hear footsteps following behind you, so you look back to see him still standing in place, trying to understand what just happened. You chuckle. "Come on. I thought you said you would take me on a tea date." You turn and continue walking. He finally gathers himself and chuckles. Well played, he thinks. He finally follows you and catches up. While walking back to the prison, he silently plans a way to surprise you with a kiss next time.

I hope he wasn't too ooc, but these are my thoughts on if he saved you from a monster. Thank you for the ask anon and I hope you enjoy!🥰❤️

[fairyhaos]

seventeen and bts songs

seventeen as different bts songs!

notes: this was originally meant to be a thought but, uh. it became too long. (also if anyone wants svt as seventeen songs or txt songs, ill make an exception to my no requests law Just For That 🤭)

masterlist

seungcheol

on. the power, the 'never giving up' energy, the 'idgaf if you hate me' energy, the 'look how far we've come, do you really think you can beat us?' energy is just. very very him. he has pride in himself and his group, and rightfully so, and that's exactly what this song talks about.

jeonghan

love maze. it's so.... pretty. the entire song just has such pretty vibes, like some sort of iridescent silk, and the kind of sparkly, 'just trust me' vibes make me think of jeonghan? it feels like winks across a room, running hand in hand from a boring convention to god knows where, like loving endlessly with jeonghan.

joshua

serendipity. okay, am i jimin biased? yes. and am i joshua biased? also yes. so is this a little bit biased too?? ... yeah but also the 'let me love you' vibes of serendipity, the gentle, lovely, adoring nature of the song fits joshua so much okay. serendipity reminds me of soft colours and joshua is a soft aura, so what other song could he be?

junhui

moon. it's like, about an awe-filled love, an adoration, an almost shy love too? it feels very junhui because of the sweetness and adorable nature of it. also it's as im typing this that i realize it corresponds with, like . "moon" junhui. moon junhui. wen junhui. ig it was meant to be

hoshi

dope. the hyped nature of the song!!!! the 'im the best' energy!!!! the 'carving my own path that's like no other' vibes!!!! you can't tell me this isn't hoshi. it's just such a... hype song. i really can't find another way to explain it, but it has the same bounding energy as hoshi

wonwoo

fly to my room. maybe a bit of an unexpected one, but there's a sort of tired, grateful comfort to fly to my room? like, it feels like aching feet being placed in someone's lap, sitting on the couch you both own, in the place you both call home. the naturalness, the domesticity, it all feels like wonwoo.

woozi

film out. okay this one i can't really explain, but the gentle, calm vibes give me a woozi feeling. it's like rainbows, like delicate glasses, like the fragile beauty of woozi. plus it also feels like something he would compose: like, fallin flower? downpour???

minghao

black swan. not only due to the royal, elegant vibes of the song, but because it talks about dance and about the self and about loss and love all at once, and don't you think that sort of thoughtful, soul-searching type of lyrics fit minghao so, so well?

mingyu

boy in luv. it's like, kinda grungy, kinda bad boy, and that's like the vibes that mingyu tries to give off. but it also talks about lovesick boys and they were so Young back then that it makes me go "aww" whenever i watch the mv like they're little puppies or smth 😭 and that's literally me with mingyu even if he's stripping during concerts or whatever

dokyeom

mikrokosmos. i was debating between this and euphoria, but it's ultimately mikrokosmos for dokyeom because it's just so soul-ascendingly glittering. it's magical, it's sparkly-eyed, it's full of smiles and happy ever afters and that in itself is dokyeom. also the talking of universes and stars??? stars are for dokyeom's eyes and the way he sings, so of course he's mikrokosmos.

seungkwan

autumn leaves. autumn leaves, or dead leaves (ive never looked into why it has 2 names lmao) is a very yearning, wistful song that really fills me with Emotions whenever i listen to it. but it's also powerful, rich, and it feels a lot like seungkwan's voice and his strength to carry on

vernon

boyz with fun. it's such a cool funky adorable song fr!! vv much vernon vibes. i can imagine him listening to this with his headphones and his beanie and just bopping his head while walking and accidentally tripping over a loose stone on the pavement. it's very vernon actually.

chan

magic shop. idk, i can't explain it, but the comforting and sweet and magical kind of vibes that fit chan. it's youthful, not in an innocent or childish way, but like the memory of youth, emanating the "forever young" message that bts often presented. i think chan encapsulates that very well.

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[genshin-impact-writings]

omg I was thinking a LOT about a certain scenario and your event was like a blessing.

I was wondering if you could write Royalty AU with Alhaitam as a royal advisor and reader as the monarch?

You can include but you don't have to: forbidden love + the quote "I love you. You don't have to say it back. I just wanted you to know."

Hope I gave you something fun to work with!

Anon, this was the perfect combination of prompts, thank you so much for sending this in! <3 I really had so much fun working on this one! This is my first time writing for Alhaitham though, so I hope he's not too ooc. Have fun reading and stay safe, dear anon. :)

Prompts: royalty AU + forbidden love + “I love you. You don’t have to say it back. I just wanted you to know.” (1k followers event: Alternate Universes)

Only you and you alone – Alhaitham x gn!reader (royalty AU)

“The royal family of Inazuma sends their regards. They greatly appreciate your invitation but have to inform you that they cannot attend the festivities this year.” Alhaitham’s voice is calm as ever but over the years, you have come to know him well enough to notice that he’s not happy about their rejection. He has worked hard to finally put an end to the ongoing dispute between Inazuma and Sumeru that started long before you inherited the throne from your parents – and he’s rightfully upset about them still holding onto their grudge. 

“That’s unfortunate,” you say. Though there’s only the two of you in the conference room, you’re carefully choosing your words. As the ruler of this kingdom, you cannot afford letting your emotions get the better of you, as it would be highly inappropriate to lose your temper. “I was hoping they’d recognize the opportunity to conclude peace between our kingdoms.”

“They should be honored that you even considered inviting them to the Sabzeruz Festival.”

You sigh. There’s no point in denying that your trusted advisor has a point there. The Sabzeruz Festival is one of Sumeru’s most important celebrations, commemorating the birth of Lesser Lord Kusanali, your nation’s beloved goddess. Getting the opportunity to partake in this celebration is an honor, indeed. Unfortunately, the Inazumans seem to think otherwise. Or perhaps they’re just trying to get under your skin by declining your invitation.

“It is what it is and we have to accept their decision,” you eventually reply and pinch the bridge of your nose. It’s been a long day, filled with conversations and meetings and tiring smalltalk, and you’re exhausted. A part of you wants to excuse yourself to lie down and get some rest. But these meetings with Alhaitham are important, not only because he’s your advisor but also because you genuinely enjoy being around him. You’re both always so busy that these meetings are almost the only opportunity to spend time with each other. And you know that it’s probably selfish and highly inappropriate – but you still find yourself craving his company when he’s not around. He’s your safe haven, your lighthouse in the stormy sea of politics. Without him, you’d be lost.

“Is everything alright?” Alhaitham’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts, tone a lot softer than usual. It almost sounds as if he’s worried about you. “We can adjourn this conversation to another day if you wish” he adds when you don’t reply, “there’s not much we can do about these political issues anyways. Not now, at least.”

You’re not ready to say Goodbye to him yet, so you politely decline and reassure him that you’re fine, ignoring the quiet voice in the back of your head that’s telling you to get some rest. 

Alhaitham tucks two fingers beneath your chin and gently turns your head, so that he can examine your face. “You look tired,” he says but you’re too distracted by the warmth of his touch and the unusually gentle expression in his eyes to reply anything. It’s good that it’s so late – if someone came in now and saw the two of you like this… you don’t even have the guts to even imagine the outrage that would follow. Because even though Alhaitham’s a member of the royal court, he’s still not of noble blood – and you know that there are people out there who’d jump at any chance to get rid of him and take his position as your advisor. 

You have to protect him from them. 

You give yourself exactly five more seconds before you pull away from his touch and straighten your back. “I’m alright,” you assure him. “Please don’t worry about me.”

“I’m your advisor, it is my job to worry about you.”

“That’s not entirely correct. Your job is to worry about politics and these stubborn Inazumans and help me figure out what to do with them.”

Alhaitham chuckles. “Well, my advice won’t be any useful if you pass out from exhaustion, no?”

You join in his laughter. Others surely would claim he’s overstepping his authority by saying things like this but to you, it’s comforting to know that he’s looking after you. “Alright, you might have a point there.”

“I know.” His gaze softens. “Leave it to me to figure out a way to solve the dispute between Sumeru and Inazuma and get some rest. You deserve it.”

You’re tempted to ask him to escort you to your room, just to get a few more minutes with him. Instead, you push your chair back and give him a brief nod. “Thank you. Good night, Alhaitham.”

He watches as you make your way to the door. Only when it has closed behind you does he reply, “Good night… (Y/N).”

* * * *

It’s the first day of the Sabzeruz Festival, and you swear, your kingdom has never looked more beautiful. The streets are decorated with beautiful flower arrangements and lights, and the streets are filled with people, conversations and laughter. The smell of delicious food lingers in the air, tempting and full of promises. Everyone looks like they’re enjoying yourself, and that alone is enough to make you happy. You have always cared about your people, sometimes even a little too much, but to you, that is what makes a good monarch. These people are the backbone of your kingdom, and it is your sacred duty to take care of them.

The other thing that puts you into such a good mood is the fact that Alhaitham is by your side as you roam the streets of the capital. He has linked his arm with yours to make sure you don’t get lost in the crowd, and you have a hard time stopping yourself from smiling like an idiot.

You’re aware that you don’t exactly need the royal advisor to accompany you to a festival but he’s much better company than some of the other members of the court. And he gets bonus points for not forcing a conversation on you when you just want to take all the different impressions in. (He also gets bonus points for being so damn handsome but you’d rather bite your tongue off than admit that.)

“It’s such a shame that Inazuma decided to miss out on this,” you say when you pass a booth that sells different kinds of sculptures and works of art. On first glance, you can spot colorfully painted candle holders and plates as well as portraits carved out of wood, showing Lesser Lord Kusanali and various creatures from your kingdom’s folklore. There’s also a portrait of yourself and one of your parents, the late royal couple. 

The shop owner bows when he notices you examining his goods, and you smile at him and tell him that his works are stunning before you continue your way to the Grand Bazaar, the beating heart of the capital. It’s a beautiful place, lively and artistic, and by far your favorite spot during the Sabzeruz Festival. 

“Are you enjoying yourself?” Alhaitham asks. You beam at him. “Very much.”

He nods, not quite able to hide the smile that plays around the corners of his mouth. But then again, there’s probably no point in denying that it makes him happy to see you like this. You act like someone has taken a massive weight off your shoulders. It’s good that you finally get some time away from politics and responsibilities, not only because he knows how much you worry about the conflict with Inazuma, but also because he just adores this carefree and upbeat side of you. You’re like a comforting ray of sunshine in an otherwise clouded sky. 

Alhaitham is not an idiot – he’s well aware that he’s head over heels in love with you. Others might be convinced that he’s not capable of genuine love, but they don’t know him. They don’t know that he has learned to carefully lock up his true feelings during the years he spent at court where every single word, every single emotion can be used against him. If someone knew how much you truly mean to him, he could lose everything.

And yet, just for a couple of seconds, he allows himself to admire you, to indulge in the breathtaking beauty of your smile and the way you’re still holding onto his arm, although the Grand Bazaar is much less crowded than the streets and you could let go if you wanted to. But you’re not letting go, and that alone is enough to make him wish that this moment could last forever.

But of course, it doesn’t. 

* * * *

“Please excuse my really poor choice of words but I have never heard so much bullshit in my entire life,” you say as soon as the door has shut behind you. Only Lesser Lord Kusanali knows how you have managed to keep calm in this farce of a meeting with the envoys Inazuma has sent to your kingdom a couple of days ago. 

Next to you, Alhaitham chuckles. “I honestly was thinking the same thing.”

“It just doesn’t make any sense. Queen Ei might be stubborn and abides by her beliefs and her beliefs only but this isn’t like her. I wonder if there’s something about this dispute my parents haven’t told me.”

“Maybe. Do you want me to conduct investigations? I could get the Matras involved, too.”

You stop him with a wave of your hand. “Later, perhaps. Right now, we should focus on clearing our heads and take a break from politics. Care to join me for a walk through the gardens?”

“My pleasure, Your Highness.”

At this time of the day, the gardens are mostly empty, and so there’s no one to stop you from brushing your hand against Alhaitham’s as you wander around, passing beautifully arranged flower beds that are filled with Padisarahs and Sumeru roses. Neither of you speaks a word, you just enjoy each other’s company and the warmth of the setting sun on your skin. Your hands are touching again, and before you even know what is happening, Alhaitham has intertwined his fingers with yours. He’s still looking straight ahead, acting as if nothing happened, but you stop in your tracks and stare down at your hands. (You’re pretty sure you’re dreaming. Perhaps you fell asleep in that dreadful meeting?) 

“Is this not what you wanted?” Alhaitham asks, and albeit his voice being smooth like butter, the insecurity in his words is obvious – at least to you. “I’m just… surprised,” you say. I never assumed you liked me too, you want to add but you don’t. There’s always the possibility that you’re just imagining things. That, and you have sworn to protect him from those who are after his position. 

“I know this is not exactly appropriate,” Alhaitham says, letting go of your hand, “and I apologize if I misinterpreted anything. I just-“

“No,” you interrupt him, although you know you probably shouldn’t tell him the truth for the sake of protecting him. But you don’t want to lie to him. Not anymore. “I want this,” you add and reach out for his hand again, “I’m well aware that we could get into serious trouble for this but… all I can think about is how much I want to be with you.” 

You pause and take a deep breath. “Alhaitham, what I’m trying to say is: I love you. I have loved you for so long now, andI know I shouldn’t tell you but…” When he doesn’t reply, you begin to panic. “You – you don’t have to say it back. I just wanted you to know.”

“Oh darling. Why on earth wouldn’t I say it back?” The tender, loving tone of his voice is enough to make your knees wobbly, and you fear you’re going to melt on the spot when he steps closer to you and leans in, so that your lips are almost touching. His next words are meant for your ears and your ears only. “I always thought it wasn’t in the cards for me to fall in love with someone. Yet, here I am, so deeply and genuinely in love with you that I can barely put it into words.”

“Show me, then,” you whisper. 

It’s like he has only waited for your permission because in the blink of an eye, his lips are on yours, and he’s kissing you. He takes his sweet time, moving his free hand to the nape of your neck to pull you closer while you wrap an arm around his shoulders. It’s everything you ever wanted. And in that moment, you’re convinced that something that feels so good cannot possibly be wrong.

When Alhaitham pulls away, he gently rests his forehead against yours. “I would break all rules to be with you,” he says. You let out a shaky laugh. “I’d prefer if you didn’t. There must be another way for us to be together. Perhaps we can-“

Alhaitham silences you with another kiss. “Shh. We can talk about this tomorrow.”

You smile. “Okay.”

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[deathbxnny]

I love your works and I always look forward to your next posts! English isn't my first language so excuse me for the incorrect grammar🙏 I saw your requests were open and I was very happy, I think this is the first time I'm requesting something on here \(0v0)/

I want to request for honkai star rail(my new favorite game)

imagine if the reader was just sad. That's it just sad you know? And tge reader also doesn't really feel comfortable showing emotions and they would rather bottle up it up until they are alone to cry or let it out how would honkai star rail characters comfort or try to get the reader to be emotional with them?

It would be nice if you could include Welt, Blade, Gepard, and Sampo feel free to replace any of these characters I don't mind any♥️

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A/N: Hello! I'm happy to hear, that you love love my work and thank you for your request! I like the concept alot! I replaced Sampo with Dan Heng however, because I've been wanting to write for him again lately. I hope that was really alright and that you'll enjoy this!<33

Content: Angst, fluff, hurt/comfort(kinda), established relationships, sfw

Reader has no set pronouns!

((Not fully proofread!))

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》Welt Yang

Welt notices your shift in mood pretty fast and would at first give you some space. He knows how it feels like and doesn't want to overwhelm you with questions immideatly. Instead, he let's you come to him when he knows your ready. He tells you often, that he'll always be there for you and he meant it.

So, when he knows the time is right and you come shuffling over to him, he let's you relax into his embrace and hugs you close with reassuring and affectionate words. He won't press you to speak on what the issue is, but if you chose to do so, then he'll listen intently and work through your emotions with you. He'll never let you go through it alone.

In the end, he'll showr you with endless gentle love and affection, whilst spoiling you with things he knows will cheer you up. He'll even clear up his usually busy schedule to do whatever you want with him for as long as you need him to. He wants you to be happy after all.

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》Blade

Blade is very emotionally unavailable and has a hard time processing his feelings too, so he probably wouldn't notice how sad you are lately at first. And it's not because he doesn't care, but it's rather because he always found emotions to be a weakness, before he met you. You finally made him feel something.

And so, when he finally notices how you've been bottling up all your issues and crying yourself to sleep, he confronts you directly about it. He's worried deep down, even if he comes off as harsh and you know that he means well. But after hiding your emotions for so long, all you can manage as a response, is you hugging him tightly and sobbing into his arms.

He freezes up for a moment in surprise, but eventually begins rubbing your back and just letting you rant about all that's been troubling you lately. He refrains from offering to get rid of the people, who've been causing you issues for now though. He'll instead offer to spend more time with you and spoils you with things he knows you like. He is doing his best for you and hopes you can see his efforts.

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》Dan Heng

Dan Heng is not very in tune with his emotions either, but he has a basic understanding on what to do. He also notices pretty easily, when you start feeling very sad and begin to bottle up your emotions. At first, he thinks giving you space is the best approach to this, until he realises that you are just getting worse through it.

And so, he gently confronts you about your emotions by pulling you close and coaxing your troubles out of you with gentle and reassuring words. He'll listen to you rant closely and tries coming up with solutions for you. You two talk through every issue you may have, no matter how minor it is and somehow solve it together. This makes you feel better fast and calm down.

It ends with Dan Heng embracing you in his warm body and cuddling you for as long as you need him to. He'll try getting your mind off of things by telling you some new things he found in the archives or just stories from some Trailblazer missions he was on lately, until you fall into a peaceful slumber at last, free from all worries, thanks to him.

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》Gepard Landau

Gepard unfortunately doesn't notice your drastic shift in emotions immideatly, due to how much time he's forced to spend at the frontlines. When he returns home however, he instantly notices that something is wrong with you and makes sure to gently confront you about it, so you won't get overwhelmed.

He didn't expect you to just break down however, the moment his hand touched your face, which made him quickly pull you into his arms tightly. You feel secure and safe in the captains embrace, which encourages you silently to spill all your worries to him. He listens intently and eventually helps you through your problems, once you feel calm enough.

He'll take some time off work after just to take care of you and nurse you back to your usual state. He doesn't care, if you agree to it or not, because seeing you happy and healthy is his first priority in everything. He'll take you out often and spoil you with everything you want. He won't let you even frown once anymore either, from how well he treats you in those days, making sure you know that he'll always be there for you.

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A/N: Alright, I hope this was okay for you! I thank you again for the request!<33

[zoros-fourth-sword]

Scarlett- Chapter Three

Summary: Portgas D. Scarlett  Ace's older sister, decides to join Trafalgar Law's crew as their navigator after her brother's death. At first, she is distant and consumed with grief over her loss, but as she spends more time with Law and his crew, she begins to find comfort in their shared experiences.

As they journey together through the Grand Line, Law, and Scarlett must face off against dangerous foes and navigate the treacherous waters of the New World. Along the way, they grow closer, and Scarlett begins to see Law in a new light.

But their love is not without its challenges, as Law is still haunted by his past and the events that led him to become a pirate. Scarlett must confront her feelings of guilt and loss over her brother's death if she wants to move forward with Law.

WC: 1.6k

Taglist: @3v37773 @sukunas-play-thing

WARNINGS: depression, grief, mention of death

ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

Chapter Three: Traffy Laffy

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Today was already a shit fucking day I had zero energy to get up let alone use the bathroom I have been so stuck in my mind thinking about the one hundred different things that I could have done to prevent my little brother's death and it sucked how I desperately wanna live with Dadan aging the troll looking woman actually stole a piece of my heart she did help me keep the boys calm ( more like I helped her). Someone had to be the adult out of the four siblings and of course, it had to be me. The boys weren’t even smart enough to cook in the house; they would probably burn it down in less than 5 seconds.

Imagining the memories I shared with the ASL brothers broke my heart and knowing I couldn't change the past or the future hurt me even more. I'm going to have to accept that Ace is dead, and I'm not quite ready for that. I want to stay in my own little world, where I can see my brothers happy again. I don't want to accept that Luffy and I are missing two people that we may never see again it was a hard pill for me to swallow

“Knock knock can I come in” someone said from behind my door the voice sounding like a females

“Y -yea,” I say clearing my throat as I lean up

“Hi I just wanted to check on you,” the girl said as she entered my room taking a seat at the foot of my bed

“Thank you,” I say giving the girl a weak smile

“I heard what happened and I’m really sorry,” the girl said as she grabbed my hand giving it a light squeeze

“It’s okay I’ll be fine” I softly chuckled not wanting to worry the poor girl she seemed genuinely concerned

“That was a pathetic attempt at masking your emotions” the girl laughed catching me off guard

“I’m sorry I just don’t want anyone to worry about me I’m not the type that likes the attention,” I say as I lean against my headboard

“I understand and that’s completely okay but that won’t stop me from caring you are part of our crew after all so I’m going to treat you like everyone else,” the girl said as she gave me a gentle smile causing it to warm my heart

“Thank you,” I say my voice slightly cracking as I try to fight back tears

“Have you eaten anything?” the girl asked

“No I just haven’t had the stomach for it” I mumble

“Well then I’m going to make you something to eat” the girl happily said as she got up off my bed leaving the room in a flash

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“Miss Scarlett your food is ready,” Bepo said loudly causing me to wake up from my nap

“I don’t want to leave the room can’t she bring it here” I mumble as I hide myself under my blankets

“Nope we can’t have you being in a slump for the rest of your life,” the Minc said as he pulled the blankets off me causing me to bend my body into a fetal position

“But it’s so cold,” I say trying to make up more excuses to not leave my room

“No need to worry about that I’ll keep you warm,” Bepo said as he carefully picked me up to cradle me against his fury chest

“Hey this actually isn’t so bad” I weakly mumbled against the polar bear trying to fight my sleepiness

“See everything is under control,” Bepo said as he left my room leading us to the dining room/kitchen

“From now on I’m your new best friend,” the polar bear said as he squeezed me tighter

“Fine by me as long as I get to cuddle you when I’m cold” I softly chuckled

“Fine by me Captain does it all the time,” Bepo said

“Wait really grumpy pants is a cuddly person” I asked shocked not being able to see the grumpy man all cuddled up with a giant polar bear

“Yep he might seem like a jerk but behind all that he’s just a normal person that does normal people things (sometimes)” the bear said

“Oh” I mumbled kinda feeling bad about judging the man that kindly took me in

“No hard feelings Scarlett I completely understand believe it or not that was everyone’s first impression we thought he was some grouch but turns out he’s the opposite” Bepo laughed as we entered the kitchen to be greeted by everyone but the captain

“About time you leave your room you vampire,” the guy with the penguin hat said as he sat next to Shachi

“Shut it Penguin before you regret it,” the girl said as she harshly glared at the man

“Yes ma’am I’m sorry ikkaku” Penguin flinched from her harsh tone

“Good,” the woman said that goes by the name Ikkaku

“Anyway I’m glad you agreed to leave your room” Ikkaku smiled at me

“I didn’t agree I was kinda forced to” I weakly chuckle as Bepo placed me on the ground

“Fine by me as long as you get some food in your stomach,” Ikkaku said as she slid a plate of food across the counter for me to grab

“Thank you” I smile as I take the plate of food

“Do you wanna eat with me?” Bepo asked from behind me

“Of course Bepo how could I say no” I slightly smile seeing that it made the polar bear happy

“I wonder how the captains going to feel about Scar taking his first mate” Shachi chuckles

“I think it’s nice to see Bepo hanging out with someone other than the captain,” Ikkaku said as she slid the boys their plates

“Can you all stop talking about us like we’re not here?” Bepo said as we awkwardly stood next to them

“Right my bad guys” Shachi laughed

“Come guys let’s eat up ikkaku didn’t make this delicious food for no reason,” Penguin said as he rubbed his hands together slightly licking his lips

“Eat up Scarlett I won’t eat until you eat,” Ikkaku said as she crossed her arms stubbornly

“I will don’t worry” I laugh taking a bite out of the food

“Oh wow ikkaku this is great” I hum as I take another bite of her food

“Why to thank you Scar I’m glad you like it,” the girl said as she gave me a smile

“I’m glad to see you happy Scarlett” Bepo said as placed one of his paws on top of my head

“Thanks for everything guys I needed this,” I say as my voice begins to crack as I fight back tears

“Of course Scar that’s what crewmates are for,” Ikkaku said

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I’m currently standing outside on the deck of the Polar Tang after being locked up in a small space for hours I decided to give my lungs some fresh air

“Aren’t you supposed to be in your room moping” I hear a voice approach me seeing that it was my captain

“Trust me I would rather be doing that but Ikakku said she would kill me if I went back to bed” I laugh as I rest my chin in the palm of my hand leaning up against the railing

“Mhm” Law hummed as he stood next to me with his arms crossed over his chest

“I just want to make one thing clear Scarlett if you hurt any of my crew members mentally or physically I’ll make sure you regret it” Law grumbled as he leaned his back against the ship’s railing

“What's your deal with the threats you act like it’s supposed to scare me” I mumble into my palm slightly getting irritated with the man

“It’s not a threat if you mean it,” Law said as he looked me up and down

“Yea yea you don’t have to worry Traffy Laffy I wouldn’t dream of hurting them” I huff as I turn my full attention towards him

“Whether you like it or not we are eventually going to have to trust each other,” I say as I cross my arms over my chest

“You don’t think I know that” Law huffed as he pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration

“Look I’m sorry that I kinda showed up unexpectedly and that old man Ray kind guilt triped you into letting me join your crew,” I say

“I really appreciate this Law I’m not really good at showing my appreciation but I’ll try my hardest to prove it,” I say looking the man in the eyes letting him know I was completely serious

“It’s fine no need for formality” Law huffed

“Get some shut-eye we have a big day tomorrow,” Law said as he began to walk away

“Oh and don’t ever call me Traffy Laffy again,” Law said as he came to a complete stop

“Yes sir Traffy Laffy” I mumbled under my breath

“I heard that” Law yelled back towards me as he walked away causing me to let out a giggle

Maybe Trafalgar Law isn’t that bad of a guy.

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I hope everyone enjoyed I’m sorry if my writing is horrible I’m trying to make this readable as possible 😭

{A/N look at this man y’all these fan-arts are to die for I swear ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) }

[icallyoumylord]

ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜꜱ

ꜰʀᴏᴍ: ɢᴇɴꜱʜɪɴ ɪᴍᴘᴀᴄᴛ

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢꜱ: ᴅɪʟᴜᴄ, ɪᴛᴛᴏ, ᴢʜᴏɴɢʟɪ, ᴅᴏᴛᴛᴏʀᴇ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: !ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ ᴅɴɪ! ꜱᴍᴜᴛ ꜱᴛᴜꜰꜰ, ᴅᴏᴛᴛᴏʀᴇ! ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜꜱʏ, ʏᴇᴛ ᴅᴏᴛᴛᴏʀᴇ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ'ꜱ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜꜱ

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: ᴀꜱ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ, ᴇɴɢʟɪꜱʜ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴍʏ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ, ʙᴇ ʜᴏʀɴʏ ♡

✧･ﾟᴅɪʟᴜᴄ

- Diluc is definitely the type who wouldn't demonstrate jealousy. rather cross his hands on his chest, breathing in a full breath, trying to focus on the work.

secondly, I don't even think he's the jealous guy. listen, Diluc knows you won't cheat on him, thus he can trust you.

- soft kisses on your forehead, which means "let's go home, darling" or he'd hold you by your waist which also means "she's mine".

- the redhead man is pretty good at hiding his emotions, as a matter of fact, no matter how long you two have been together, it's still difficult for you to understand his feelings.

- i guess, if somehow he gets jealous, the answer is obvious - he's out of town. just imagining someone hitting on you encourages him to have some feelings.

- if diluc caught kaeya (yep, that man knows he'd be jealous) or another bold person who'd dare to offer you a drink - well, that is time for retribution..

"honey, come here", pointing to his lap with his palms, Diluc sat on the chair, looking directly into your eyes, observing you taking off your shirt, exposing your bare beasts to the cool night air. "i want you to know you're mine. only mine". 

you smiled, sitting on his lap, burying your nose in a man's shoulder - you know that. you started a path of kisses from his shoulder to the neck, each time lingering longer.  you placed both of your palms on his cheeks, gently rubbing the skin with the thumbs; Diluc tilted his head back, exposing the neck, thus you could leave mark on his skin.

"your wish is my command, my love" he groaned. "now tell me, my angel" he raised his head to again meet your stare. "should we do gentle this night?"

✧･ﾟɪᴛᴛᴏ

- clingy clingy clingy and clingy.

- DON'T GET ME WRONG HERE, but. i'm imagining him practically doing everything to get your attention. "heeey, y/n, look, there's super duper huge onikabuto!!" or "let's find out how long can i stand on my head without breathing!" you know - itto being itto things.

- and i bet he's got your attention.

- acting childish and maybe silly, but all to get that guy away from you.

- arataki itto, the head of the arataki gang himself.. will propose a contest of bugs. yep, that's right.

- yet being serious here, it's known that you belong to onni, it's evident on your neck: hickeys and marks and also his hands all over your body whenever you leave the house.

- first, when itto saw you and some guy talking, the next second he'd be holding your waist and kissing your cheeks.

- don't get me wrong here, but i'm sure both of you 'like' to play this game. moreover - you enjoy it!

"don't fucking touch yourself. take my cock deeper, i wanna be balls deep in that cute little mouth of yours" by now, you've realized how wrong it was to ignore him. however, there's something you're finding pleasure in: standing on your knees in the Chinju Forest and being a mouthful of cock and dripping pussy. the picture of you gagging on his big dick in the middle of the forest truly thrilling Itto's mind: he licks his dry lips, giving you some time to catch your breath.

"you've been ignoring me for hours and now you're gagging on my fucking cock, how sweet it is! daddy can't take it, too big? just suck my dick, honey".

even though you're far from a winner, the fact that in your "who loses because of jealousy" challenge you won - you smirk, knowing that you'll get your desired trophy at home.

✧･ﾟᴢʜᴏɴɢʟɪ

- not as clingy as itto, not as malicious as dottore, yet zhongli is rather calm.

- he will be standing quietly behind your back while you tell a group of people about cor-lapis.

- nothing happens in liyue without him knowing, so he'll know exactly who tried to invite you to tea.

- however, the whole liyue knows that you are already with him.

- i don't think zhongli could be jealous at all. he's more likely to be worried if you're okay and no one is bothering you.

- but, he still might be a little jealous, although he's contradicted himself. it's more about that young vigorous boy you're working with.

"you know you're mine, y/n. and i'm all yours, darling." zhongli started, slowly undressing you, standing on his knees and taking your panties off. he kisses your ankles gently, staring deeply into your eyes; you simply can't take your eyes off the way how willingly and sexily he's kissing his way up to the most intimate.

"zhongli.." you moaned, running your fingers through his silky hair.

"yes, darling?" the man still found strength and politeness, despite being on the verge of exhaustion. "tell me, what's the problem?"

you would have tried to say something, but his deft tongue that touched your clit - made you mewl, opening your mouth in a speechless moan.

"I think I know what you want".

✧･ﾟᴅᴏᴛᴛᴏʀᴇ

- answer me.. do you wanna die?? if not, why the heck are you making him jealous? even if you did it unconsciously, don't do it.

- he is the exact opposite of Itto: this man would probably be staring and smirking, imagining thousands of examples of torture he'd gladly reward that lucky man.

- even the fatui are afraid to look at you since they're awarded of dottore's power. when you asked your partner about that, he shrugged, carefully stirring the contents of the test tube: "I have no idea, baby."

- rather cold-blooded than acting emotionally. the harbinger is even apprehensive about the fact that he does care about a miserable boy who's trying to get your attention and the way you're trying to hide your smile, cause you know what your partner will do to him.

- if the doctor, as i said before, finds his intentions beyond the boundaries of what of permissible, dottore would grab you by your waist and place his hand on your cheek, saying: "darling, is that guy bothering you?"

- say "yes", and no one will ever see this boy.

- you are only his toy, his little thing to play with, why is that guy even peeking at you?

- the second dottore is done with that unlucky man, he'll be patient: taking his time to play a little game with you.

"what is it, y/n, can't take it anymore?" surely teasing you, as his two fingers are stretching your pussy. to his command "do not interrupt eye contact" with your tearful eyes, you're observing him smiling mockingly whilst his second hand is playing with your clit. both of your hands are tied above the headboard as you're trying not to move your knees together of how intensive and ending those feelings are.

"'m c-cum-ming!" you tried to mumble, yet all in vain: you whimpered some inaudible words as your mind got blurred in consequence of your other upcoming orgasm.

"not now, slut, not now." dottore is cooing, gently stroking your inner thighs. "after all, that's your punishment" he pulled out his fingers, just to put them in his mouth to have a taste of you.

"you taste so sweet, my little toy, do you mind if I lick your juices, darling?

[arileartist]

Fluffy Headcanons for Rin Matsuoka~

Best boy deserves best love❤️❤️

Wakes up VERY early, doesn't wake you up though. He knows you like to sleep a lot, so he'll let you awake up at your own comfort. He will kiss you a lot though, so if you are a light sleeper, get ready for random kiss attacks.

Makes breakfast for the two of you everyday before going for his morning jog. He doesn't cook a lot, but you still appreciate that he does this for you (also, his Australian style breakfast is just🤌🏻✨)

Not a big fan of cuddling. Only when you two are together in bed, he'll hug you as his "pillow". Cannot fall asleep without you otherwise.

Throughout your day, you'll be constantly having messages like, "yo!, Had lunch??/ I'm leaving early today, will come to pick you up. Wanna go somewhere after?/ Let's meet up with the others and go for a swim!"

You'd think he's the manly one, but he's just as scared of critters and other things as you are. One bumblebee and he's going to be moving out. You wonder how he lived in Sydney.

"Y/N NO. THERE'S A GIANT ASS SPIDER UNDER THE COUCH I'M NOT STAYING HERE, IT CAN KEEP THE HOUSE BYE"

PDA 10/10. Will throw an arm around your shoulders, random kisses on your hair, pinching your cheeks is all your daily routine now. He doesn't care if you're in public, he wants to make you feel loved, and he will. Just make sure to return his gestures with equal amounts of affection.

Clean boi. Self care and workouts with him ALWAYS. You go to the gym and do your workouts, advise each other on your figures, you two also take turns making each other feel relaxed and have massages. He knows how to get hair off, so you don't need to worry about spending $$$ for special salon waxing. You can rely on him and do it at home (mostly with him). His hands are gentle, and you barely feel any pain when he tears off the strips and blows on the area, smiling and asking you if it hurt.

He's so gentle with you :(

You'd think he's strict and would be just as tough as when he talks, but it's the opposite. He WILL make sure to handle you in the most careful way. If there's any arguments, he would wait out his frustration, but he'll come to terms with it and start treating you normally again (provided you also gave your efforts ofc). Your fights NEVER last over a day. If you're mad at him, he leaves you alone for some time, but he can't stay without talking to you. He'll come and sit besides you, randomly smother you with kisses, tickle you to get you to laugh, he'll lay on your lap and give you his puppy face (I 100% believe he does this). He'll be upset if he sees you hurt. He cannot bear to see it.

If you are the one who angered him, it wouldn't take long before he's calmed down, although he has a habit of being mean to push people away when he's upset at them, so you'll need to break through his barrier. Just give him lots of love and show that you're truly sorry, he'll be understanding, and will be back to normal.

Loves to watch romantic movies with you. Oftentimes, imagines the scenes with him and you as the main characters, and might get emotional. Cherish your romantic idiot, he'll be the one you're going to be spending the rest of your life with. Make sure every single moment counts...

Get him small gifts every once in a while. Celebrate his swimming victories, and take him out. He loves it when you surprise him, and he'll always appreciate it. "Thanks y/n..I love you sooo much". Encourage him when he's swimming. He loves your attention, especially when he's nervous and needs some assurance. You're in to fill that role~

You two cook together. It's one of those things you love to do with him. He's honestly a solid cook, could probably rival Haru's skills. You play with each other a lot while at it.

"Hey Reeeen~ catch!" *Throws a bottle of sauce*

"y/n there's something on your lips-" *kisses you*

"HEY!!"

"heheheh~"

Before sleeping, you two talk about your day, and share all the good things that happened to you. It acts as a good summary to remind you both how lucky you are.

"Goodnight Rin"

"Nighty night~"

Maybee someone's still a little energetic and wants to play with their boyfriend some more though....

"Hey-" *pokes Rin's arm*

"hm?"

"Wanna do something fun?"

*chuckles* "Alright, let me show you a sight you've never seen~"

You two proceed to spend the rest of the night getting wasted on your console. There's nothing more relaxing than a hard core gaming session.

What? Did you think something else was going to happen? Sheesh~ y/n... Naughty naughty :))

[orcasoul]

Remember Cyar'ika part 2

Okay here goes. This is my first fanfic ever. I'm by no means a writer but hopefully someone will enjoy this Din Djarin story.

Summery: Reader and Din are in a relationship and have been tracking bounties together. She gets injured during a hunt and has amnesia and can't remember her life with Din. Din promises to be there for her no matter what.

Warnings: angst, swearing, violence, use of Y/N

Italics indicate inward thinking

The next morning you wake with a sense of dread. You know you have to tell Din about your decision today. Tears start to prick at your eyes knowing that you are about to hurt him, again. This will be the last time I hurt you, you sadly think to yourself. You know it's for the best, for his sake. Without you around to constantly remind him of what is lost he can move on and try to rebuild his life, maybe even love again, sometime in the future. It hurts to know that kind of rare love won't be shared by you both and you begin to feel anger and frustration, knowing that you as well as Din have lost something so pure and meaningful. Blinking back the tears you open the bunk door and see Din in the cargo bay, checking his supplies. "Morning Y/N," Din greeted you with that soft modulated voice you've grown accustomed to, "We'll be leaving soon to deliver the bounty to the client on Coruscant. But first we'll need to make a quick trip into town for some supplies before departing."

You just stare at him, knowing today will be the last day you ever hear his voice, that soothing gentle voice, the last time you will ever see the way he moves; Everything that makes him uniquely Din. In this moment you want nothing more than to memorise everything about him and you have to swallow the lump that's forming in your throat. "Are you okay?" Din asks almost nervously, snapping you out of your thoughts. "I...uh...yeah..." is all you can muster. Din's helmet tilts to the side and you know when he does that he's not convinced. Before he can press any further you rush to the ladder and climb for the cockpit, "I'll just grab my bag and we can go," you say, trying to sound casual. As you both walk through the town you take notice of the buildings around you and come across an Inn, making note of the location as this will have to be your new abode for a while. Having collected all the necessary supplies Din informs you it's time to go. Reaching the outskirts of the town you slow down and come to a complete stop. It's time.

"Mando," you whisper sadly, causing him to stop and face you. "We need to talk." He stands silently and you find yourself lowering your head, hating yourself for what you're going to have to say next. "What's wrong Y/N?" he asks, hesitantly. "I heard you last night. I followed you to the woods and I heard.... everything." Looking up you see his shoulders slump slightly. "I'm sorry," he sighed, "You weren't supposed to see that-" "No," you quickly cut him off, "You have nothing to apologise for. I'm sorry! For everything I've put you through over these months. I'm sorry that I don't remember you, remember us!" All of a sudden tears spill down your face as the crushing weight of the guilt you've been suppressing for the last four months becomes too much to bare. "I'm so sorry Mando, I never wanted to hurt you but I can see now what this is doing to you and and I can't.... I won't do it to you anymore."

Din felt as though his heart had dropped to his stomach. He can't imagine his life without you in it. He would take any and all emotional pain if it meant you'd stay with him. He could feel tears building behind his eyes but he blinked them back, trying to calm the situation. He quickly put down the supplies he was holding and walks over to you, taking your supplies and placing them on the ground. He delicately takes your now trembling hands in his own and you look sorrowfully into his visor through tear soaked lashes. "Please don't talk like that," he replies, his voice starting to crack with emotion. "It's been hard for both of us but I love you and I'll always be here to take care of you. I'll never leave you so please..... don't leave me!" His hands tighten on yours with the last three words and his voice trembles as a single tear escapes him. You begin to sob and you throw your arms around his neck burying your face in the crook of it.

He reciprocates the hug by holding you tightly against his body and placing a hand soothingly at the back of your head, stroking your hair. He has been desperate to hold you for so long and embraces you with a burning intensity, fearing to let go as this will be the last time, and that realisation shatters his already aching heart. Slowly you pull away to look where his eyes are behind his visor and place one hand on the cheek of his helmet. "I care about you too much to see you go through this everyday. We tried...." you sigh, defeated, while shaking your head, "I've tried so hard to remember ...anything, but it's been months now and I think we both know nothing is going to change. It would be selfish of me to stay. You deserve a life and to find love again with someone in the future-" "Don't!" He sharply interjects and you can tell by his voice that he'd been crying with you. "I don't want anyone else, ever. I want you! I love you so much that words could never express the depth of what I feel for you. You are my....everything."

He pulls you back into a gentle hug and you both just stay there for a few moments, absorbing the feel of one another, the only sounds being your mixed cries. "I hope someday I can love the way you love me," you whisper into the side of his helmet. "I'm sorry, but I can't go with you to Coruscant. It's.... tearing me apart, but I have to do this, for you." "But where will you go? What will you do?" Din asks with clear concern in his voice. The thought of leaving you behind, not knowing if you'll be okay is unbearable for him. "I have enough credit's for lodging in the town and I'm sure I can find a job somewhere. I'll be okay," you try to reassure him. He sighs and shakes his head, "Is there anything I can do to change your mind?" You so desperately want to change your min. It's all you can do to not give in! But it's for his sake you're doing this and you must see it through. With a sad smile you shake your head. "I want you to know I'll always be your friend Mando. I can never repay you for all you've done for me. I don't know what else to say except... thank you".

A moment of silence passes before Din proclaims in a soft voice, "I'll always love you Y/N." You wish you could tell him you love him. You do as a friend but it's not the same. You gently squeeze his hands and tiptoe to place your forehead against his helmet. "I know," Is all you can say. Slowly you turn to pick up the supplies off the ground, telling Din you'll help him bring the supplies back to the ship and collect your belongings. Din collects the items he'd put down and slowly and quietly you both make your way back to the Crest. You pass through the outer town walls and approach the outskirts of the woodland, the Crest being a 15 minute walk away. It's peaceful here with the odd rustle of an animal passing by and the lazy breeze blowing and rustling the leaves. You turn your face to the sun, trying to find some comfort in the warmth of it's rays when suddenly... BLAST!!

You turn sharply to see the shot bounce of off Din's armour. He instantly drops his supplies and launches himself at you, cocooning you with his broad body until he reaches a boulder you can both hide behind. Once he's certain you are unharmed he pulls his blaster out and frantically scans the area. "This has been a long time coming, Mando!" A deep voice booms. "Come out now and make this easy on yourself." "What do you want?" Din shouted, in confusion. "Revenge!" The voice retorts with a sickening glee. "You remember that Togruta you hunted down and killed two years ago?... That was my brother, you son of a Nerf Hearder!" "I had no choice," Din tries to reason. He remembers the quarry well. "He shot first so I took him out. Just walk away now. This doesn't have to get ugly." Of course Din can handle himself in a blaster fight but he's terrified for your safety right now. "Walk away?" the Togruta scoffs, incredulously. "I've been waiting for this moment for years. You're not leaving here alive." As he says that you both hear multiple blaster clicks, readying, coming from the surrounding trees, and you realise this guy has brought some muscle with him.

The Togruta walks into full view accompanied by two Cereans. "Come out and we'll spare the girl," he demands. "Mando, don't," you all but beg him, but he slowly and confidently walks from behind the boulder to face the group head on. "Last warning, Walk away," Din warns in a cold voice, hand at his blaster. Without warning the Togruta fires his blaster followed by his two companions. The shots ricochet off of Din's Beskar armour. Din returns fire, taking out one of the Cereans immediately and jumps out of the line of fire. The Togruta and remaining Cerean duck for cover behind the trees. You realise there are more shots coming from two other locations on your left. Suddenly the blaster shots aren't the only things flashing before your eyes! In your mind you can see yourself ducking behind a large wooden crate, blaster in hand. You are cornered by four Twi'leks. you return fire with expert precision, taking out two of them. You look to your right and see Din decimate several enemies at once with his Whistling Birds.

The memories hit you like a tidal wave! It's as if you've woken up from a bad dream, a bad dream that has kept you captive for the past four months. But now you're awake. The memories keep coming; You see Din turn in your direction, running as fast as he can to assist you in your fight. As he gets closer he fatally blasts one of the Twi'leks but before he can get a clear aim for the last one, the Twi'lek throws a grenade in your direction. After that everything is hazy and painful, then all goes dark. The sudden onslaught of memories and the situation you now find yourself in is too much to process in your overwhelmed state. It's hard to breath and focus. But as you look to see if Din is okay, you suddenly feel grounded and focused as you take in the image of the man you love. Love! Your breath catches in your chest as you suddenly feel the love, care and devotion that you have for him flood your heart. You remember him! You remember your love for him! You remember all the bounty hunts you'd embarked upon together, all the laughs you'd shared, all the intimate and loving moments where you were both like one being. Upon remembering everything you are filled with a sudden determination; Protect the man you love, kill your enemies!

You creep around the trees to your left where the blaster fire is coming from. You spot a shooter about 15 feet in front of you. You look in the direction of his fire and see Din returning fire from behind a tree close by. He suddenly disappears back behind the trunk as shots fly at him from his right. He can't take all of them on, you frantically think to yourself, terrified that you'll lose him if you don't do something. You just have to get your hands on one of those blasters. With the attacker's attention solely focused on Din you stealthily creep closer, taking full advantage of the fact he is oblivious to your approach. You pick up a large rock and silently stalk up behind him. In one swift motion you bring the rock down on his head as hard as you can, hearing his skull crack from the impact. He drops lifeless to the floor. You grab his blaster and immediately feel at one with it as the training Din had given you effortlessly returns.

You seek out the source of the remaining blaster fire on your side and eliminate him with a clean headshot. Close by you can still hear blasters firing and you rush back the way you came to the boulder and nervously search for Din. As you approach in his direction you see him fling a lifeless body to the ground and everything becomes silent. But before you can call to him the Togruta sneaks out from behind a tree, blaster raised at Din's back! Din is still too caught up in the moment to notice his approach. You raise your blaster but it's jammed! Terror seizes your whole body and in an act of desperation to save the man you love you throw yourself in the way to shield him from harm. You will give your life to save Din, if needs be. A white hot pain shoots through your thigh as you let out a blood curdling scream and drop to the ground. "Noooo!" Din roars as he turns too late to stop the harrowing scene playing in front of him.

He raises his blaster and shoots the Togruta in the chest. Sprinting over, he drops to his knees beside you examining the deep wound on your leg. He rips a strip of his exposed flight suit off to tie tightly around the gushing wound. "You're gonna be okay, Meshla, I promise!" his voice is fraught with panic. "I have to get you back to the ship, now!" His chest tightens at the thought of losing you again, his emotions threatening to overwhelm him. But at that moment he knows he must stay focused for your sake. He gently but swiftly lifts you off the ground bridal style, making sure to avoid your injury and runs as fast as he can for the Razor Crest. Everything is a blur of sky and treetops as you try to focus on Din but you feel yourself slipping into unconsciousness from the loss of blood. "Stay with me!" you hear him beg, even though his voice sounds muffled to your ringing ears. You force your eyes open, desperate to tell him you remember him but find you don't have the strength to even speak! Once again everything fades to black.

As your senses sluggishly come back to you, the first thing you notice is a dull ache in your leg accompanied by Din's pained voice. "Can you open your eyes? Sweetheart I need you to look at me." You blink a few times until the distorted T- shape visor becomes clear. "Mmmm..." you groan as you absent mindedly reach for Din's hand. He immediately grabs your hand and presses it to his chestplate. "I thought.... I thought I'd lost you again," he says in a quiet and broken voice. "I don't know what I would have done if he'd killed you. Why did you do that? Why did you risk yourself like that?" You stare at him with heavy eyes. "I managed to cauterise the wound and but it could have been so much worse." "I-" a cough constricted your throat. "I'll get you some water," Din began as he stood to walk away. It's in this moment you find your voice. "Din...," you croaked as you grab his wrist. Din promptly turns back to you, wide eyed under his helmet.

"Cy.... Cyar'ika?" he asks, almost afraid to believe what you had just called him. You smile up at him, tears glistening in your eyes and reply, "Yes!" At that instant Din rips his helmet off and let's it drop to the floor with a loud clank! His warm chestnut eyes search yours and your heart skips a beat at seeing his beautiful face again after so long. "I remember!" you cry out while while lifting your arms to him. Din released a breath he didn't realise he was holding and quickly pulled you into his warm embrace. "I remember you, our life together," you cry into his shoulder, "And I remember how much I love you!" You pull away to look into his eyes, glistening with tears of his own. You lovingly cup one side of his face and he stares straight back into your eyes. "I truly, deeply, love you," you declare to him as tears now run down both of your faces. Din tenderly places his hand over yours and lifts it to press a kiss to your palm. He looks back into your eyes with such joy and relief at hearing those words. "I love you so much," Din breathed and you both lean in together for a kiss that neither one of you thought would ever happen again.

Your lips gently meet each other's and you both desperately hold onto one another, deepening the kiss. Your hands wonder to his wavy brown hair as his hands wander to your hips. You gasp as he starts to place soft kisses down your neck, to your collarbone, then to your shoulder. He buries his face in the crook of your neck and stays there, breathing you in. You place your cheek on the top of his head and close your eyes, humming in contentment. He slowly begins to rock you from side to side and you both become lost in each other's embrace, each other's warmth, each other's bodies and each other's love once again. "I've missed you so much, Meshla," Din cooed into your neck. "I never thought I'd get to hold you again, never get to hear you say you love me. I'll never let anything happen to you again, I swear it" "I'm back, Din," you lovingly respond, slowly pulling away and tilting his chin to look into your eyes, "And I'll never leave you again."

[littlerainyghoul]

Aether trying to put a fussy little dew to bed...sounds like fun lol

Do you think you can write a fic about this?

yeah sure! of course!

I love writing regressed dew, and I think him being fussy fits his personality so well! Thank you for the request!

Without futher ado:

1am shenanigans

Summary: It’s 1am, and a tired Aether is trying to put the very energetic regressed fireghoul to bed.

words: 900

Pairings: Regressed Dewdrop, Caregiver Aether, also brief appearance of Cirrus

The fire ghoul spurled around the room, his body wriggling and gleaming with energy as he chased around the laser pointer Cirrus was playing with around the ghoul common room. He had the been chasing the laser for hours before, and the energy of the ghoul came to no end as he bounced around the room.

“Deww! Its time for some shut eye! It’s 1 am dear” Aether's voice rang out in the ghoul common room, laced with nothing but concern for the fire ghoul. He stepped in front of the energetic rascal, his body exuding a presence of gentle calmness.

"But....Aefey! I don't want to go to bed! I'm not tired" Dewdrop whine, disappointment lingering in his eyes, his nose scrunched in disgust at the idea of being put to bed.

“I know, little firefly, but don't you want to wake up and have the energy to play tomorrow?" Aether spoke, as he gestured to Cirrus to put away the laser pointer.

”Aether is right, you know, I think it's time for us to go to bed“ Cirrus spoke, her voice croaky from all the laughter she passed in the past couple of hours.

”Not tired! Cirrus! Please can we play some more?" Dewdrop shot his words, as he pounced in the air and crossed his arms.

“None can do, kid” Cirrus spoke as she yawned “I'm off to have my evening shower, see ya in the morning Aeth! Goodnight little one!“ she cooed the last part to Dewdrop.

”We need to calm you down, firefly" Aether whispered.

“Aeth, five more minutes? I really want to run around! It's so fun!"

"Nope, all the other ghouls went to bed. Now would you be a good boy for me? I'll tuck you in if you behave" Aether spoke, slight irritation lingering in his voice.

Dewdrop's lower lip jutted out ever so slightly, showcasing the classic sign of a pout. The smooth curve of his lips now held a hint of resistance, a silent protest against the unwelcome suggestion of sleep. Even his fiery aura seemed to flicker with a subdued intensity, mirroring the conflicted emotions etched across his expressive face.

“Please Dew?” Aether begged, his usual friendly and warm eyes tinted with exhaustion, and a hint of concern. "Why do you even want to stay up, anyway?"

"Not tired, Aethy" Dewdrop confessed.

Aether looked at Dewdrop, his eyes reflecting a mix of weariness and amusement. "Come on, firefly, bedtime is calling, and even the laser pointer needs its beauty sleep."

Dewdrop's eyes widened at the mention of the laser pointer, torn between the allure of play and the idea that Aether used his emotions like that.

Aether chuckled, "You know, if the laser pointer could talk, it would probably be saying, 'Enough, Dew, I need a break!'" He mimicked a high-pitched, imaginary voice, eliciting a giggle from Cirrus.

Dewdrop, caught off guard by the unexpected humour, let out a small laugh but still looked reluctant. Aether seized the opportunity to continue the banter. "Besides, if you stay up all night, you'll turn into a nocturnal ghoul, and I'm not sure the others are ready for that."

Cirrus, who turned back from entering her room, joined in, "Yeah, Dew, imagine waking up to find yourself surrounded by sleepy ghouls trying to get ready for the day while you're bouncing off the walls."

The thought seemed to amuse Dewdrop, and his resistance waned as he envisioned the comical scenario. "Okay, okay, I guess I don't want to be the only ghoul wide awake when everyone else is snoring," he conceded with a grin.

Aether seized the moment, "That's right, firebug" Now, let's make bedtime a grand adventure. I'll even tell you a story about a mischievous fire ghoul who learned the importance of a good night's sleep."

With a playful twinkle in his eye, Aether led Dewdrop towards his bedroom. It glowed with the warmth of red and gold hues, evoking the essence of dancing flames. Adorned with tapestries and artwork depicting swirling fire motifs, the room's focal point was a bed with crackling ember-patterned sheets and flame-carved headboard. In a cozy corner, a lava lamp added a mesmerizing touch, its molten wax mimicking the fluid movement of lava, casting a dynamic play of light.

Dewdrop climbed into the bed, as Aether threw some blankets on his body, as he tucked in the ghoul.

"Cosy, my love?" Aether cooed softly, as he tuned on the lavalamp.

“Bed time story, please?” Dewdrop asked

"Absolutely, my little Dewcifer" Aether replied with a tender smile, the warm glow of the lava lamp casting a soft radiance across the room.

As Dewdrop nestled into the crackling ember-patterned sheets, Aether began to weave a bedtime story, his voice a soothing melody that harmonized with the gentle flicker of the fiery-themed bedroom. The tale unfolded like the dance of flames, carrying Dewdrop into a world where fire ghouls embarked on enchanting adventures beneath the starlit canopy. The lavalamp's liquid glow echoed the story's rhythm, creating a tranquil ambiance that embraced them both in the comforting warmth of the fire-themed haven.

He softly carressed Dew's cheek, as Dew softly purred while the quintessential ghoul recounted his story. As Aether continued his tale, the bond between them deepened, and the room became a haven where the warmth of the story and the glow of the lava lamp melded into a soothing lullaby, cradling Dewdrop in the arms of sweet dreams.

[wat-the-cur]

(Hope you don't mind a bunch of asks. I'm planning to sometime make a personal and talk a bunch about B&B.) You said that thing about Butt-Head being a barrier; I'm thinking of when Butt-Head's trying to get Beavis to fall asleep so he can do the hand in water trick. Butt-Head is just so gentle (nice deep breaths Beavis) and I imagine what if he actually has some experience calming Beavis down.

Not at all, buddy, I love getting asks! Send as many as you like. :)

I just want to say, that whenever I mention that aspect of Beavis and Butthead’s relationship, this is the post, or rather response to the original post that I think of. It’s brilliant, it’s a great perspective on Butthead, and it puts it all better than I ever could.

Oh, that’s really interesting, I never thought of it that way before! It’s easy just to assume that, because Butthead is that tiny bit smarter than Beavis, or at least more able to manipulate him, that this just came out of nowhere. More likely though, as you say, Butthead has lived around Beavis and his erratic moods for his entire life, and likely knows how to sooth him. We see him do it frequently, with his little “Settle down, Beavis.” But, the idea that he has had to be that gentle and attentive to actually calm Beavis down is certainly a thought.

I definitely think that one of the main reasons Beavis is so dependant on Butthead, quite apart from the familiarity of a life long companion, is because he is so consistent and level in his emotions. He’s a real contrast to Beavis’ changeable and extreme demeanour, in that he is always so calm and unfazed. As violent as he often is towards Beavis, he is not as erratic and angry as Beavis’ mother is implied to be. Butthead certainly hits Beavis, but doesn’t really lay into him, unless it’s a mutual fight. Butthead doesn’t raise his voice to scream at Beavis, unlike his mother. Butthead is vicious, but it’s a viciousness that Beavis can handle, that comforts him, even. It’s just like that early scene in “Withnail & I” where Marwood is having a panic attack and Withnail just keeps snapping at him and distracting him with unrelated chatter. It’s not good, but it eventually works. (Sorry, I had to make the comparison, it just stuck out to me.)

Butthead may just be a very apathetic kid, naturally. However, it’s also likely that his apathy is also a result of abuse and neglect. It’s implied that Butthead’s mother would beat and taunt him for showing weakness, possibly for crying, or making a fuss, which is likely why he never does. It seems, though, that for the most part, Butthead’s mother just treated him like a roommate she hated, rather than a son and a little boy. So, Butthead had to adapt to her apathy with equal apathy of his own. This, of course, just causes his own emotions to come out in ways just as destructive as Beavis’.

Which is why, though the two are very dependant on each other, they are also not healthy for each other, at least not at the moment.

Sorry, that was a whole lot of waffling.

[lustrous-dawn]

Abilene hesitated, eyes on the ring she twirled in her grasp. She had secrets of her own, not willing to utter them. It would pale in comparison but she looked up as she felt a gentle touch. 

"Hey, you know I was joking, right?" 

There was a time when Abilene rarely said so much of two words between them. Troubled, filled with worry. It was always him taking the first step. Always listening. It went unspoken, not unheard. 

"It's so hard to hide things from you. But tonight, it isn't about me," she smiled, slowly placing the ring on her finger. "It is about you." 

Zhen blinked once. Twice. 

He sure as hell was not imagining the beautiful woman in front of him, who nervously bit down her lip as she idly twirled a loose strand of golden hair, speckled with white. When she tilted her head to face him, her hazel eyes gleamed, a golden glow in her irises. 

"Your jaw is dropping to the ground, Zhen." Her voice was a melody, filled with amusement. Dimples formed on her cheeks as she smiled, the moonlight highlighting a splash of freckles on the bridge of her nose. Her skin of a bronze color, she placed her hand beneath his chin as if to raise it. "If I didn't know any better, I would think you were crushing me instead of Pecs in there." 

He shook his head. "Pecs?" He focused on her words when his mind was in such disarray. 

"He does have a chest, no?" 

Zhen stifled his response to her cool words. A sharp reaction to her playful interest. "I can't tell." His voice came out sharper than intended. He was, of course, none of his damn business. 

"Zhen." She held his hands in hers. Still, she was small in this new form, barely coming past his abdomen as they stood in the silence of night. "I'm not interested in your man. Put the talons away."

"I-"

"I know." She understood he was trying to figure his way around. "I was much like you, remember?" A lingering smile on her lips. A sad one. "I lashed out at you when you said he wasn't good enough for me."

Zhen's gaze went flat. "He wasn't. That's something different altogether." 

She gave a small shrug, tugging him along out of the gazebo, into the open space, onto the pathway. "It's not so much different at all. We do wild things when we love someone. I can't fault you." She adjusted the garland upon her hair, sunny blooms of carnation coming to life when fully exposed. "You're still learning. One day you'll not bite my head off for making shots at him," she grinned.

"How can you be so-"

"Happy? My friend realizes there is someone he wants to spend time with. How can I not be happy for my friend? The jealousy thing is natural for first-timers. It happens and I know it's not on purpose. As long as he makes you happy, I'm happy you see." She answered this nonchalantly as if it was the most obvious answer out there while he struggled to wrap his head around it. "He is making you happy, right?" 

He pursed his lips, reluctant to answer. When he did, he let out his breath, his posture relaxing. "...Yes." 

"Then let him in, Zhen. Let us all in. Tell us. We can't see what you're going through. We really mean well, just as you helped us out." 

She was flawless at this moment, a glimmer in the darkness that had been all-so-encompassing as of late, suffocating. 

Zhen finally smiled, the emotion reaching his eyes. "I don't deserve a friend like you. Fine…" He mustered up the courage, falling into step as he took her hand. "Now I haven't danced in a decade. You can't fault me if I trip up."

"Avoid the hooves and we'll be peachy~" 

At first, the pair stared, unmoving, Zhen hesitant while Abilene was one of confidence. Then she began to move with him following suit, her slow movement leading the flow. It was this when it all fell into place for him, the slow rise and fall of his chest as he followed the rhythm she set, following the reassuring confidence of her flow. 

They danced to no music but one of their own, one of calm that reaffirmed his footing. 

He was moving.

He grinned, her smile growing wider in response.

This heat she felt emitting from him, the subtle glow on his chest as he became more graceful, even mesmerizing. It was warm. 

It healed the subtle aches she felt in the tips of her fingers.

For a moment… this moment. 

It connected. 

[ouroboros-hideout]

Don't think you've got away from me with just 4 questions for Aon ;) 20, 25, 33 + 12 (this one for both canon!Aon & corpo!Aon)

Omfg you putting me up for some challenges here. Pls excuse if the answers for Corpo Aon are not as 'developed' as the ones for the main HC. But I will try my best for you!

20 - When they are sad or upset do they need company or some time alone

Canon Aon: In her teenage years she always reached out to the the people she considered as a confidant/friend or partner when she felt sad. It really helped her to hear encouraging words or just getting a hug. When she had to leave Moscow she lost a lot of trust and rather sticked to herself and hid this emotion behind other emotions like a security mechanism, so she doesn't had to reveal she felt sad. For example laughing over bad situations. She never really learned to reach out to someone again but good for her she found ppl who can look behind that mask (especially Anna and Kurt) and therefore can give her all the things she actually needs but would never ask for.

She can deal a lot 'better' with beeing upset even when she had to learn to calm her anger over such situations. It often just helps to talk openly about the things that annoy her, but if she gets to hot headed she rather be for herself to calm down to not say or do smth she would regret later

Corpo Aon: She's way more openly with those feelings and in general a more chill person. But that's because she has become 'emotionally numb' over the years with SovOil and sees a lot of think more rationally. But later when she's with Colonel Peacock a lot of the thick ice that she build up around her will melt and she will learn to become a person instead of a corpo robot.

25 - Do they have fears and phobias, and if they do, do they usally keep it to themselves or talk about it openly

Canon Aon: I think she developed a slight Agoraphobie especially in relation to large gatherings of people and large squares in cities. She has been followed by agents of the Secret Police for years and felt really insecure when she couldn't tell who are all the people around her. Getting paranoid and all that. She tries to hide that ofc or when Kurt wants to take her to the city she tries to find stupid excuses not to go. But at some point he even helped her to overcome that phobia.

And about fears there are two things. One as I mentioned in another question is that she doesn't want to dissapoint her loved ones. So probably a fear of failure. And the second is the fear to suffocate. Step(dick)dad put that trauma on her (I need to finish my writing *cries*). So everytime she gets in situations where she's really really low on air she can start to panic. Or if someone touches her by the throat (Kurt had to learn that at some point but turned it to smth good by showing gentleness. He can really be a good guy sometimes). And maybe quit smoking at some point, Aon. Could help. Just a hint lmao.

So all in all she tries to hide her emotions here too but sooner or later it will come to light or she has to adress it to not feel even more uncomfortable with it.

Corpo Aon: Can't really think of a phobias she might have but she actually fears to be alone and later in addition to lose things/ppl that are important to her. She was a huge loner in her SovOil time and therefore is a lot clingier than canon Aon. You therefore could imagine smth like midnight storm (since she already had big feels for Kurt there) and seeing him almost die, was a insane emotional rollercoaster.

And here she would be more open about those fears aswell.

33 - What are one of their fondest and most treasured memories

Good it is just ONE of the fondest. I am so bad at ranking stuff.

Canon Aon: I have a scene in mind, short after Midnight Storm when Kurt is at his lowest point ever he would visit Aon in Russia since he wants/needs her expertise to build up his black market (circus) empire. Aon would introduce him to some of her suppliers. I think it would be epic if she would work togehter with something like 'ice pirates'. I don't have a better name for it. Illegal smuggle ppl with a badass ice breaker ship. They would visit them in their 'pirate bay' far up in the north.

So Kurt is still really down, emotionally, physically, a mess in general. They would stay in a house/cabin at the pirates bay and Aon would ask him to come outside during the night to show him the northern lights. I like to imagine Mr. Worldwide has never seen them in reallife and would actually be wowed. And if there is something Aon really enjoys it's making the peacock speachless. So it was a small, kind of magic moment that helped to cheer him up. And around that time they started to become closer. It all still took some time to develope since they didn't saw each other regulary but let's say it was one of many moments that sparked something for them.

Corpo Aon: There are not much fond situations before she goes to America so one of the greatest memories she probably has was when she and Kurt opened up the Black Market in Dogtown and her businesses started to flourish. Like a new beginning for them - togehter. Leaving all past things behind.

12 - How high is their self-esteem

Canon Aon: When it comes to work her self-esteem is really high. She often even turns into a annoying know-it-all.

In other areas, she first had to learn her self-worth. Her parents, especially her stepfather, treated her like trash and she felt that way for many years. As unwanted, outcast and a mistake. Only when she was with the Nomads and found many people there who appreciated her, her personality etc. and later also met Kurt who accepted her with all her strengths and flaws as she is, it gave her a boost and she also became more confident here.

Corpo Aon: For the most part, she only defines herself through her work, so she has a stronger sense of self-worth. She also never had to go through the teenage traumas like Canon Aon. Well, she did go to war, but these experiences also helped her to grow.