#I’m sorry for all the cropping I just wanted to leave the children out

[imperatorrrrr]

Nico Hischier at the IHVW Development Camp Meet and Greet

(there’s also a video)

[doodle-pops]

Better Than The Stars

Caranthir x reader

Request: Hi Mina! Can I request a one shot where Maedhros or Caranthir are married after being reincarnated and they're struggling with people opinions about their children (hair color, their patrents past, Fëanor...) meanwhile their wives don't care even more because they're noble and know about their society (plus Nerdandel Is supporting). However lots of fluff and family actitude 🩷 thank you!!!! - @foreverandadaydarling

A/N: A pleasure to create this piece on your behalf dear. Enjoy!

Warnings: female reader, angst, comfort/happiness, reborn!Caranthir, arguments, Caranthir wanting to separate

Words: 2k

Synopsis: There were days when even the great son of Feanor required reassurance that your choice to be a family was genuine and not out of guilt.

Pulling the blanket over your shoulders, you stood in the doorway, watching your husband tediously slave away, attempting to garden. A chore that once came easily during his youthful and glorious years of peace was now foreign and laborious. You would have been fine with assisting him, but quick he was to assure you that you shouldn’t be the only one labouring around the household. Your response? A simple smile and a pat on his shoulders before leaving him to his own devices.

It was now spring, and Arien’s rays were barely peeking through the clouds to relieve the winter coldness. What little crop you two managed to save during the previous seasons was now getting the opportunity to grow. Winter was harsh for you two since you no longer lived in the comfort of your parent’s homes or the lavish life you once did in Thargelion. Returning to Valinor, branded as outcasts or the darkened ones, most of your family turned blind eyes to many of the returned—as did the former servants of his house. Most were quick to beg for forgiveness and repent their rebellion towards the Valar and were easily forgiven; however, their compromise was to never serve under their house again.

You, along with a few of their spouses, openly chose to remain at their sides after their rebirth, believing that if they were given a second chance at life, then there was still good left in them. Unfortunately, your choice of dwelling with him left a stain on his heart when he realised the life you would have to live with him—giving up the lavish treatment you once had.

“Ease up on the hoe—the handle already has a crack, arimelda.” Halting his swing mid-air, he turned to gaze at you with soft eyes, but behind them, you saw the distant look of regret.

Yes, he regretted you being dragged along with him in a swirl of chaos and destruction. He promised you the world when you both wedded and instead, he brought death, pain, and heartbreak. Though you knew the true reason behind his actions, hence the force being placed on the handle with each swing the tool made with the earth.

His children.

Your two daughters became the newest victims of the backlash the House of Feanor faced. A brief excursion into Tirion’s market yesterday left them scurrying back home with tears streaming down their ruddy cheeks, a precious trademark that made them all the more magnificent in their father’s eyes. Keeping the incident a secret from him all day yesterday to maintain peace was broken this morning upon mindless eavesdropping as his girls hush-hushed the harsh words. His first instinct was to fly into Tirion and have his daughters pinpoint the individuals before giving them a good old-fashioned taste of his mind, the classic Moryo style.

Had it not been for his daughters' pleas alongside yours, the House of Feanor would have left another mark on their reputation.

Sharply exhaling and relaxing the flare of his nostrils, he gave a pained smile. “Ah, sorry, I didn’t notice. I’ll fix it when I’m finished.” And yet, his smile didn’t reach his eyes as it once did.

“No need, just go easy on it.”

Offering him a genuine smile, one that reached your eyes, he dropped the hoe.

He still couldn’t understand, to this day, how you could be happy amidst the life he had you living. You deserved the riches he bestowed upon you in Thargelion. Whatever you wished for, he would have been able to grant—be it the largest diamond, a platter of fruits, or the finest material for your clothes. Not this broken life of struggling to bring in a good harvest or being cursed at when you went into town for produce and meat. Even the relationships with a few of his brothers felt strained, the harsh, cold, blank stares you would give them whenever they visited.

You still hated them for persuading him to retrieve the Silmaril, even though you knew he had no choice. You just wished it had come at a later date so more time could have been spent. At least his mother did her best to reach out and act as a guidance counsellor when she could. Her words were harsh at times, despite the honesty behind them and bias towards her sons, giving recognition to her wisdom. But not once had she persuaded any of her daughters-in-law to leave her sons. That was the sole decision she left you ladies to make; your choices were your consequences.

Frowning, deep in thought, he parted his lips to argue. “Why—”

“Don’t, because I will give you the same answer as I always do. I just want to be with you. I’m happy with you,” you reminded with a single huff.

Returning a breathy laughter, wanting nothing more than to scream and yell at the now nonchalant and lackadaisical you were treating the crisis, he curled his fists into his trousers. “Really? Is that the life you genuinely want with me when we have children? If it were you and I, then I would be less inclined to leave, but we have a family who have now become victims! And for what?! Looking like me and coming from this accursed family! This is not the life I want for them and you!”

“Then you would prefer us packing up and departing after expressing your gratefulness upon your rebirth that we stayed?!” you snapped, lowering your tone to prevent your girls from picking up that their parents were arguing.

“Yes! Yes, I would have preferred that instead of having to listen to the vile comments targeted at my children and you!” He shook his head and turned to gaze at the dirt ground. Standing in the troughs he had dug, he felt insignificant for the first time in his life. He felt lost as if his purpose had been stolen from him.

Maybe if I covered myself with dirt and grew, I might be able to start over again? I’d be able to regain a purpose in life.

“Do you genuinely believe I would leave you so easily? Have I not walked through fire and gotten burned to prove my loyalty? Is that not what this family is all about? Do you honestly want to chase us away because of naysayers? I’ve said it time and time again, I don’t care about other’s opinions of us. What happened to the Morifinwë who didn’t care about other’s opinions?”

“He died long ago and has no intentions of returning now that he has children!” He allowed himself to stand there in the dirt and lifted his head to gaze at the overcast above. “You could return to your family, taking our daughters with you, and atone for your actions. You all would not have to struggle or be hated—everyone would adore you all, a life of luxuries and opportunities. You were never hated, always loved, so why do you still stay when the situation shows no sign of bettering?”

If the Arien was out, I’d be able to sprout properly. But even she would not wish to cast her rays upon a person like me—they were too beautiful to be wasted.

Tugging the blanket tighter around your body as a brisk cold wind blew through the garden, you shivered. Listening to the branches quake and shiver from the intensity of the violent wind, you could observe and ponder how long your actions had troubled his mind. He didn’t drop his head from the sky; he kept it facing upwards and left his hands curled into fists at his sides, controlling his temper. Opening his mouth to respond, he quickly snapped it shut, unable to provide an appropriate counter.

It was something he had done less and less since his rebirth. It was the most eerie change in his persona. Gone was the easily angered Caranthir, replaced by a mellowed and soft-spoken person. Still, he’d grind his teeth or grumble under his breath at the hate, but always bit his tongue because he knew it was the truth and there was no point in fighting it. Yet, there was anger behind your decision to remain at his side. You could have left him, never to be heard of again, and lived in a peaceful paradise.

“Because we would not have been at peace if you were not around. To hear our children ask for their father, why wasn’t he coming around or if he didn’t love them anymore are questions I would like to avoid. I want our girls to grow up knowing and seeing you in a different light compared to how others perceive you.” Your voice was soft and considerate, and his tensive posture was relaxed when it reached his ears. “I want them to know that their father was kind and loving, and someone who made an effort.”

Relaxing his fingers from their tight grip, he wiggled them around to alleviate the ache. Lowering his head to your level, he turned to confront you. His forest green eyes pierced into yours, seeking warmth and honesty behind your words. And you allowed him to—there was nothing to conceal. He deserved to witness the truth for himself.

“I want peace and I also want happiness Caranthir. Do you remember our vows, happiness and sows, for better or worse, through the good times and bad? I chose you from the start and I will continue to choose you until the end of time—we will stand with you until the end of time.” Walking out the doorway, you stepped barefoot onto the dirt. Grimacing because of the coldness of the earth seeping through your pores, you continued to walk until you stood before him.

Extending your hand, you tenderly grasped his freckled one and raised it until it met your lips. Returning a smile to him, of which he was unaware, you kissed the back of his hand before reaching your other hand to encircle his waist. Despite the stern and unyielding expression on his face, your actions were the exception that broke the ice, causing him to blush slightly. This was one occasion when he could not deny being captivated by your gesture.

Raising your head to meet his gaze, you captured the longing, desperate reassurance in his stare.

“Sometimes I wonder who is the more stubborn of the two of us.”

“I have never been happier Moryo; you make me the happiest person in the world.” Saying this, you took his hand encased by yours and rubbed it against your cheek before repeating the gesture upon his ruddy cheeks. “Your daughters love and want you in their lives; don’t push us away.”

“Even in this state of living when I can no longer provide the best?”

“You always give us your best.” At the whisper of your words, a warm wind blew through the gardens and wrapped its cool arms around you both, pushing you into one another. Within that moment, two extra pairs of footsteps were heard rushing out the backdoor. Lo and behold, the sight of two miniature versions of both of you came scampering out of the house to rush for a group hug. Never one for missing out on family hugs whenever they saw you both embracing.

The moment they ran out of the house giggling was the moment a flutter of warmth flowed into his heart as he gazed at his two loving children clinging to you both. Their short arms struggling to encircle your bodies as they squeezed your waists tightly added appreciation to the warmth. Arien’s rays took the most opportune moment to shine her light upon you both, encasing you in a swirl of golden light. A light finally shone upon you both, maybe a sign of acceptance or prosperity, or both.

Laughing at the action, Caranthir could not help but gaze lovingly at them, giving their heads small pats and then at you—finally, he was seeing the honesty and beauty behind your words in your eyes. Choosing him wasn’t out of sympathy or shame, it was all love and contentment.

“Then I will continue to give you all my best meldanya…for staying at my side.”

“You are all that I need.” Pulling him closer, you rubbed his nose against yours and gently pecked his lips before grinning at his blushing face.

“Can I have a kiss too atya?”

“Me too, I want a kiss please!”

With a smile emanating from the depths of his heart, Caranthir gazed at his girls tip-toeing with their lips puckered for their kisses and chuckled. Some things truly never change.

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“Alright, line up for your kisses!”

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[earthbound-girl]

Romp in The Barn (Stardew Valley Fic)

(NO MINORS!) Cute Fluff and a look into Domestic life with Sam plus a tame smut scene.

“What?” Sam asked looking quizzically at Sebastian.

“Yeah, did you not realize they did that?” He said as he laughed at his friend's expression.

Sam couldn’t believe that he never realized it. When you and him had kids, he left the naming up to you, It was the least he could do since you took his last name when you got married and He leaves the care of Starry Farms up to you. He giggled to himself. He just couldn’t believe that the person he married was this cute and nerdy.

“Well thank you for the info, Seb. But now I need to get back to my kids.” And also ask my cute spouse about their names. He thought.

“Alright then. See ya. Thanks for the laugh!” Seb said over his shoulder as walked back to his house.

Sam started his way down the path to yall’s. He couldn’t wait to get back to his kids and you.

A Few Hours Later

You get back to your home, after a few long hours of feeding your animals and taking care of crops. The worst part of farm life was the long list of never-ending chores. But it was better than working at a soul-crushing office job. You sit down on your couch and sigh in relief. You couldn’t stay for long, you still had to go to town and see if the townspeople needed any help, along with picking up more seeds from Pierre’s and then going to Willy’s shop to replace your fishing rod. At least you had your horse, Milly now, which made traveling so far easier and faster.

“Ama!” You snap out of your thoughts and look towards your firstborn child. They looked so much like you but had the personality of their daddy. You smiled at them.

“Yes, Sweetie?” you asked.

They came running to you and scrambled into your lap.

“Look at what I made!” they exclaimed as they showed you their latest crayon drawing.

In the drawing was a family, your family. Sam with his spikey hair drawn in yellow, you with your signature hat holding your newly added baby, and then them in the middle with a huge heart surrounding all of you.

“Oh, it’s so beautiful sweetie!”

“Tank you ama I made a new one, so baby Nicolas could be in it”

“Aww, I’m glad you wanted to include your sibling, baby” You kiss the top of their head. “Have you shown your daddy yet?”

“No, not yet, dadda is busy with baby.” They say as they keep gazing at the drawing.”

You set them down and get up off the couch. The break was over, now it's parent duty.

“Well let us go find him and show him.” They look up at you and smile super big before taking your hand and heading to their shared bedroom with their little sibling. You head inside to see Sam cradling your baby in his arms. He has taken to his father role so well. He is such a doting dad and loves his children so much. He sees you come in and he sets the child back into their crib so they can nap.

“Hi dear.” He walks to you and pecks your lips quickly.

“Did you get everything done on the farm today? If you didn’t, I won't be mad!” he teases you.

You roll your eyes at your husband and smile up at him.

“No not yet, I just came in for a break. Then Rosie wanted me to show what they drew.” You give him the drawing and his eyes light up as he looks at it.

“This is so good! Great Job Rosie! This is going on the fridge!” Your child smiles at their dad and starts jumping up and down yelling “YAY!”

“Oh Oh, sweetie, shh, your little brother is trying to sleep okay.” You put your fingers to your lips.

“Oops, sorry momma. Yay.” The say in a tiny whisper before running downstairs to put their drawing on the fridge.

You and Sam giggle softly as you watch them run out the room. You hug Sam and put your head on his chest. He kisses your head.

“Long Morning?”

“You have no idea. The cows had another baby, and I ran out of hay for the chickens, so they were not too happy with me. So, no eggs today. Then I forgot to set out a scarecrow and the birds came and ate up some of the seeds I just planted.” You vented.

“I’m sorry dear. If I knew more about farm work, I’d help you out more.”

“I know Love. But you take care of the housework and our kids. Plus I didn’t marry you cause you know about farming.”

“I know, you married me cause of my rugged good looks and rockstar status!” He jokes at you. He loves when you smile and laugh at him.

“Damn right, Love.” You laugh at him.

He leans down and kisses your smiling lips. His kisses always made you feel better. They made the day's woes melt away. You were so lucky that he said yes when you asked him to marry you, though if you asked Sam, he would say he was the lucky one.

Your lips part and he puts his head against yours. “Do you feel a little better?”

“I do. Thank you, Sam.”

“Anything for you dear.” He smiles at you.

“Oh by the way, I went for a walk before the kids got up and I saw Seb… and he said something I need to ask you about.”

“Oh what’s that?” you asked.

“Seb told me that you named our kids after your favorite fictional characters. Is that true?’

You part from Sam and look down before you start to giggle and that turns into a quiet laugh, so you didn’t wake your sleeping baby.

“You didn’t realize that Sam?” You laugh out.

“Well, I knew that they were unique names. I just thought that it was a distant family member's name.”

You grab Sam’s hand and head down the back stairs to ya’ll’s bedroom. As soon as you are out of the baby’s room and have the door close so you can’t wake them up. You lose it and let out a very loud laugh. You laugh until you have tears in your eyes and looking at Sam’s puzzled expression made it worse. You turn your back to him and calm down, as much as you can before turning back.

“Sam. I love you so much.”

This made his expression even more confused and you almost start laughing again. “I love you too?”

“I mean it Sam; I love you so much. I love that you can make me laugh this much… and also that you just don’t question my weird ways.” You hug him and hold him tight. Even though he was still confused, he couldn’t help but hug you back and hold you just as tight.

“Though Sam, I can’t believe that you didn’t realize that I named them after certain characters. I even told you I was.”

He holds you out a bit. “When? I don’t remember this.”

“I think a few weeks before I had our First and a few days before our Second. Though I will admit that we were busy with something else.” You blushed.

“Oh, no wonder I don’t remember. You were distracting me with your wild ways.” He says as he wiggles his eyebrows.

You rolls your eyes. “Well now that you realize, are you upset?”

“Of course not, I trust you. I love how nerdy and cute you are, and this just made me love you even more if that’s possible. I could never be mad at you for being you. Though, I should ask are you mad at me for not remembering.”

“No, never. I can never be mad at you Sam. But. I think you need to be punished for not seeing my true nerdiness.”

“Oh no. Not punished and what pray tell would my spouse propose as a punishment?”

“Well for one, You have to watch my favorite (Y/F Show/Movie)” You state

“Dear, that is not a punishment, especially when we watch almost the same things.”

“I wasn’t finished. We watch my favorite (Y/F Show/Movie) while I..” You pull him close and whisper in his ear. “cockwarm you.”

You hear him giggle darkly and he pulls his face back to look at you.

“And… that’s it? Dear. I can handle a little cockwarming but I know that you won’t. You can’t sit still long enough. Are you sure this isn’t a punishment for you then for me?”

“I can too. I’ve been practicing. And this is a perfect opportunity to see if that practice paid off.”

“And when have you been practicing?” He asked you. You look at him and see his eyes are dark. You love seeing him get like this. Sam is usually a gently lover and wants to make you feel good. But sometimes, like moments like these, his eyes will get dark and he will get a bit dominant.

“Whenever you and the kids go visit your mom.” You admit finally. His gaze holds you and you can feel your underwear getting wet.

“Mhmm. So sneaky. And when was I going to know about this?” He mused.

“The next time the kids spent the night at your mom’s.” you whispered. Your skin felt hot, and you started to breathe a bit heavy. You wanted to whine. You wanted your husband right here and now. But you reeled yourself back, remembering that you had one child in the living room and one asleep upstairs. Sometimes being a parent sucked.

“You know mom has been wanting to see the kids. Why don’t I drop them off tonight and we can see if your secret practice helped?”

Fuck. Fuck. So hot. Need him now. Want him now. Wasn’t this supposed to be his punishment? Why am I the one over here getting so needy!?

“O-Okay.” That’s you can say.

“Seem’s like I’m not the one being punished now. “ He lowers his face down and gives your neck hot quick kisses. You can feel yourself getting lost in Sam’s touch, you wanted Sam. He feels the same. You want nothing more then to stay in this hot love haze.

But this gets interrupted by your child, who starts to yell for you and your husband.

“Ama! Dadda! I’m hungry. Can I have cereal?”

You both freeze and stay still. He pulls back and sighs. “Looks like we are being called.”

“Yeah. But at least we will have tonight.”

“I can’t wait.”

“Me either”

You both part and you look in the mirror to make sure you don’t have hickies and Sam has to readjust himself before he goes out to take care of your child.

You hear your husband and child laughing and the sound of cereal being poured. You try to distract yourself, trying to stop your heart beating so fast, your skin to stop feeling so hot. Once you get like this, its hard to stop. You either have to take care of it yourself or… or… You start to come up with a plan.

A couple of minutes later, you exit your bedroom and see your child sitting in the living room with a bowl of cereal watching tv. Normally you would just gaze and smile at you how cute this scene is, but right now you need Sam.

“Hey Sam. I forgot I need some help in the barn. Can you come and help really quick?’

He puts his cup down and says “Sure.” Then he looks at your child. “Sweetie, are you okay? Cause I need to go help mommy in the barn.”

They barely look away from the screen before saying “Okay dadda.”

You and Sam head outside to the barn. Your heart is pounding and you need him. You need Sam to help you.

“Dear, What is it that you needed help with?” He asked after going inside the barn.

You shut the barn’s roll up door. Before walking back to Sam and reaching up to bring his face to yours and kiss him hungrily. You have to stop so you can take a breather. Sam is breathing just as hard and looks at you with those blue eyes you love so much.

“I need you Sammy. I couldn’t wait till tonight. So please. Please fuck me.”

“In here?”

“It was either here or the Coop and here there is a lot of soft hay and less eggs.”

Sam giggles.

“You are just too cute and when you are this needy, so fucking hot.” His backs you up against a wall and starts to kiss you hard. You moan in his mouth and his tongue plays with yours. He leaves you breathless and he pulls back.

“Fuck angel, you are just so sexy.” You goes straight for your neck and starts to leave a trail of hickies. After he examines his work, he pulls off your shirt and starts to kiss and suck your nips. Leaving them swollen and sensitive. He kiss down your body and stops at your bottoms. He slides it off you and sees how wet you you are for him.

“So wet. You are such my needy spouse.” He licks and kisses the wet spot, eliciting a moan and a whine from you,

“S-sam p-please. No teasing!” you stutter a plea.

“I can’t help it dear. Seeing you like this, makes me just want to devour you slowly.” He kisses the wet spot one more time before sliding off your underwear. Even though he has seen you so many times like this. He is still amazed by you. He loves you so much and he is going to show you what you do to him. He hurriedly loses his pants and underwear. He turns you around and pumps himself a few times before lining himself up to your hole. He uses your wetness as lube and smears his cock before slowly entering you.

“Ahh, Fuck! Sam! Sam!” You hold onto the wall as best as you can. Its so good. So good. Everything is hazy and all you can feel is Sam. All you need is Sam.

“Hah, Fuck. Angel You always feel so good. Feel so amazing.” He bottoms out inside you. He holds for a few seconds, before he backs out and thrust it back deep inside you.

“HA! SAM!” That thrust made your knees buckle and almost drop.

He does it again and again. Holding you tight so you won’t fall. Until he finds his rhythm and is thrusting in and out hard.

"Baby! Baby! God you feel so good!” You hear him moan out. The sound of his thrusts echoes around the empty barn. You are so glad that you live deep in the woods.

You both are reaching your climaxes. A couple of more thrusts. Your hole pulsing with every thrust.

“Cum! Gonna Cum!” You moan out.

“Fuck yes! Cum! Cum for me angel! Cum for your husband! Not! Far! Behind!” He thrusts to punctate his sentences.

You feel it. You can feel it building. It starts in your stomach and goes straight to your head. “AHH, SAM!!”

You tip over the edge and your hole tightens around Sam’s cock, taking him with you.

Angel!” He releases deep inside you. All his love is now inside you.

Sam collapses against you. Holding you as you both ride out your orgasms. All that can be heard is the sound of your heavy breathing. Sam’s head rests on your shoulder and he roll your head to him and lay your head on his.

“I love you Sam.” You whisper in his ear.

“I love you too, Sweetie. So much.” He kisses your shoulder. He slowly pulls out.

You always feel so empty when he pulls out. Especially after such hard loving sex like this. Sam turns you around and kisses your forehead, your temples, and finally your lips. He hugs you tight.

“You are the love of my life. I’m so happy we are married. I’m so happy I have you. Then you made me even more happy when you gave us our kids. I seriously love you.”

You tear up and hold him tight. He kisses you one last time and gets dressed quickly before your child comes out to see you in such a state. Sam steps out and you hear. “Oh hey Seb.”

You freeze in place before quickly throwing on your clothes and check to see if Sam was just joking. God you hope Sam is joking. He is not. Standing on the other side of the barn is a stunned blushing Sebastian and in his hands is a hoe. Your hoe specifically. One that you were going to go pick up from Robin today.

Well, shit.

[honeybleed]

summer breeze ⋆ rudra

content: fem!reader, canon-verse so set a little after rudra and shiva’s fight but rudra leaves to go watch the fifth round. no warnings just fluff and awkward pining, also time just flies in this so sorry if its confusing 😭

author’s note: this just a random one shot since when i posted rudra a lot of snv fans gave me love ehehe thank yew all

word count: 2.5k

The palms of your hands brushed against the tall plant stems as you walked through the evergreen fields. The soles of your bare feet scraped on the soil.

Some may think you were outlandish for enjoying the sensation of rough and dry soil grating against your skin, but you paid them no mind.

You’d come from turbulent times.

Days and nights filled with terror of the Gods battling for power and to showcase their tremendous strength. Earsplitting sounds of their clashes that resounded through the trees and mountains.

That sent women and children into absolute terror. It struck fear into your heart when they began their brawls as it shook the lands.

But it was finally over.

And now, you could aimlessly stroll through the grounds without cowering in your dwellings.

Your head whipped around to see the figure in the distance.

After his journey along side Shiva to Svarga, then his defeat, Rudra spent his time roaming wherever his feet brought him.

He had no destination in mind, he simply knew he wanted to explore more and more.

But he’d stumbled across this pasture with no livestock.

Just a woman who seemed to be absentmindedly twirling around, without a care in the world.

“You!” You called out, jabbing an accusatory finger at him. “This is my land! Stop skulking around unless you have business!”

Rudra snorted to himself. You were about as threatening as a puppy.

He held two arms up, the other two, so conveniently concealed by his large scarf.

“I’m a traveller! I harbour no ill intentions.” He called back.

You blinked at his calmness. Usually, people didn’t take so kindly to your aggression.

“Well be on your way! I have no crops for you. I doubt I have anything you’re looking for.” You barked.

“What if it is companionship I seek?” He questioned, with a smug smile, undeterred by your venom.

You had no clue what it was. But when a smile tugged at the corner of his lips, you felt your resolve wither away.

“From me? You don’t know me, I’m lower status.”

“I could care less about status. So? Will you let me try at least?”

“Try what?” You tutted.

“Befriend you.”

You had nothing to lose. To say he was easy on the eyes would be an understatement. Up close, he had the most beautiful features.

You were sure one smile of his would make you do his bidding, instantly. But as he entered your home, and sat on the shoddy chair, something was beginning to click.

“You’re not human, are you?” You finally stated after you poured him a cup of freshly brewed tea.

“What gave it away?” He questioned.

“The Herculean build in my small home.” You said, wryly.

“I am Rudra.”

You would be an idiot to live in this land and not know at least one of the thousands of gods. You knew of him. But you didn’t know him.

If he came across you when you lived amongst the others, you were sure everybody would’ve been on their knees or clawing at his feet.

But you didn’t share the same sentiment.

“I’m a mere human.” You began, cautiously. “What would the God of Thunder be doing in these fields. Or even my run down shack?”

“Your home is lovely.” He said, in a gentle tone.

You scoffed, besides yourself.

“Not for a deity.” You said, curtly.

“I’m not here to harm you. If you insist on knowing, then take a seat.”

As much as you tried, you couldn’t hide the anxiety stirring in your stomach.

“I’m not a God anymore.”

Your eyebrows furrowed together.

“…How?”

“I fought. I fought side by side with somebody I admire greatly, somebody I hold dear to my heart. I don’t even think I can give you an accurate estimate of how long we fought, it was so time consuming.”

“You fought for over one thousand days…Rudra.” You said, wistfully.

He choked on the beverage and thumped his chest with his arm.

“Huh?”

“I know this because for those one thousand days, nobody could sleep. We are used to ruckus and mayhem but when those of formidable strength clashed, it was spine chilling.” You said, not meeting his eye. “But go on with your story. What were you saying before I interrupted?”

Rudra gave you a rueful look.

He hadn’t an idea that the humans had been affected by their ascent to the peak. He cleared his throat.

“As we fought, an idea came to fruition. Though, this was my dream. To stand at the top. The further and further we went, I felt undeserving of the dream. It wasn’t born from a place of jealousy. I was at peace with it. So after we battled the thousands of other deities, there was only one more duel left.”

“…Shiva.” You whispered and he nodded.

“Shiva now reigns.” He said, in a honeyed voice. His smile, full of pride and delight as he said his name.

“You really love him, huh?” You snickered.

“Of course! He’s my best friend.” He exclaimed.

“So what of you? Any more brawls?”

“While I’m still strong, I guess it gets old after a while.” He remarked. “I wanted to see more. I’ve seen Svarga and met all the other Gods. I wanted to see the land of mankind.”

“And you somehow ended up in my field.”

“Somehow.” He echoed.

He didn’t want to scare you but he had been entranced by your beauty ever since he first mistakenly came across this ordinary field.

It wasn’t interesting to him, whatsoever. It was like the millions other fields he’d passed over his travels.

Tall stems, vibrant greens and bright petals. The only thing the unremarkable fields he’d passed didn’t have was you.

The incomparable beauty that made him awestruck.

Thunder scared you, very much. Which was ironic, considering the former God of Thunder was now a reoccurring guest at your home.

Rudra didn’t miss the way your fist bunched up the fabric of your dress, or how you gnawed your bottom lip.

If he wasn’t here, you were sure you would’ve ran to a corner of the room and hugged your knees.

“What frightens you about thunder?” He asked, genuinely confused. He wanted to hear it from your perspective.

He adored claps of thunder and flashes of lightening. It made power surge through him and stimulated him.

“…The sound. Whenever I heard it, it meant you guys were fighting and then the marketplace would shatter and collapse.”

You didn’t notice, you weren’t facing him. But he felt a dullness fill his chest. Completely unfamiliar to him. It weighed on his breathing as he stared at you with remorse.

“…I had no clue.” He finally said.

“I guess its hard to know what’s going on from afar.” You responded.

To your bewilderment, he made his way towards you front door and gestured for you to approach him.

“…No, Rudra. I can’t-“

“I would never force you into something you don’t want to…but please. I want to make up for me and the Gods selfishness.”

You obliged, despite the hesitance. His hand was outreached towards you, you slipped your slender fingers into his large hand.

He outstretched his legs so he could place you right in front of him. Then settled his hands on your shoulders.

“What are we doing?” You asked, meekly.

You were a resolute woman. However, your fear reduced you to a skittish animal.

“Close your eyes, outstretch your arms and tighten your muscles.” He instructed, voice firm.

“I still don’t get-”

“Just try…okay?”

You took a deep inhale through your nostrils and followed his directions.

“Next?”

“Think about the thunder.”

You pictured the grey skies that were previously visible to you and the flashes of lightning you were so terrified of. Your face slightly contorted in discomfort at the resurgence of repressed memories.

Suddenly, an ear splitting crack of thunder boomed. You almost jumped but Rudra’s sturdy grip on you held you down.

Your heart hammered.

“I’m here, I mean it. It won’t hurt you.” He said, lowly in response to the tremor in your voice and incoherent babbling. “Try it again.”

“What?!”

“You are in control of the thunder. I gave you the ability- no. My ability to control the thunder. So try it one more time, Y/N. It sounds unsettling but I promise you, it’s fine.”

You nodded at his reassurance, then did the same exact instructions he gave you before. A rip of power surged right through you as you now commanded the thunder.

Maybe it was due to Rudra’s omnipotence but it was almost as if the paralysing fear you once had had been whisked away.

“I know what mankind think. That thunder is anger or punishment from Gods but…I promise its not. It is balance, Y/N. Thunder balances the earth’s atmosphere.” He said, gently.

“You didn’t have to do this.” You said, releasing yourself from his grip to face him as the rain pelted onto the both of you.

“I wanted to. Really.” He beamed, as he cupped the side of your face then headed back indoors.

You clutched your chest. Your heart skipping a beat was an unfamiliar experience.

-

You swallowed thickly as you registered that he’d taken off his navy blue, patterned scarf that covered his arms.

His build was nothing you’d seen before in your entire life. Sure, you’d seen muscular men at the market. Strong from the laborious work of farmers, labourers and fishermen.

But the four arms was something that only belonged to the untouchable deities. They were portrayed in shrines and temples.

Depicted in arts you were lucky to even get a glimpse of.

Yet, here you were stood in front of the former God, trying your hardest not to buckle.

“Are you afraid?” He questioned, in a tender voice. His coral coloured eyes, glimmering with a sense of warmth.

As if he was understanding and it was okay if you were. He reached out to pull the scarf over his shoulders once again but you stopped him.

“No…! I’m not afraid, it’s just new territory for me..” You said with a nervous chuckle, trying your best to regain some composure.

You were never one to be swayed by brawn of all things but this was different.

“Okay.” He said, with a kind smile. “I’ll be on my way, now. Thank you for being so kind enough to accommodate me despite my unsolicited appearance.”

“Will you be back?”

He blinked, a little startled at your question.

“Do you want me to come back?”

“I don’t want you to go.”

He always knew what time you were going to go out in the fields. Whether it was to maintain the crops or simply do your mindless walk around.

You enjoyed his company. He radiated warmth, tranquillity, kindness. You just felt at home with Rudra.

He rested against the towering, aged tree. Hands behind his head as he revelled the shade and the view.

To him, watching you frolic in the fields was true joy.

The seasons changed, and it rained. It didn’t deter you. He got up from his familiar spot, and attempted to shield you from the raindrops.

You simply burst into giggles at his worried expression and attempted to lower his arms, despite his hulking height.

“Why not?” He questioned, slightly bemused.

“I want to feel the water on my skin. And the gust of wind. Even the wetted soil between my toes.” You explained.

“Humans are not immune to bad weather. You’ll get sick.” He said, attempting to reason with you.

“You are human too, Rudra.” You responded.

“No. I may have lost my jurisdiction as a God but I still have my power and strength.” He explained.

“If I get sick, I’ll get better. Don’t worry about me so much.” You said, voice resolute. You then turned to bound off.

“How could I not fret..” He said, once you were out of earshot. “About such a reckless woman.”

He liked that about you. He figured, that as much as he was dazzled by your beauty, your vim and vigor for life had secured him in.

You were so excitable over being able to leap around that unremarkable field. You managed to make it seem moving, somehow.

-

Much to no surprise, you fell ill.

“Surely, there’s better things for a former God to do then to babysit me.” You said, a little wryly as you blew your nose hard.

He seemed to take your bad mood in jest and ignored it.

“I’m partly at fault. I should’ve kept you away from the rain.”

“Rudra, we both know it’s my fault.” You snickered, as you shook your head.

“I’m not one to kick somebody when they’re down.” He said, gently as he placed a tray with a bowl of soup over your lap.

“Gods take cooking lessons?” You questioned, quirking a brow.

“We were regular people before we were Gods. Nobody is just born an almighty God.”

“Figures.” You scooped the soup into your mouth. Despite being under the weather with a congested nose, his soup managed to stir up your tastebuds.

It was one of the most flavourful tastes you’d ever experienced, you immediately whipped your head to face him, earning him a bewildered look.

“Is it bad..? I’ll start from scratch-”

“What? Rudra, no. It’s amazing!” You cried out, bad mood dissipating away. “You have got to teach me this, sometime!”

His cheeks flushed red, and he bashfully rubbed the nape of his neck with his signature, dazzling smile.

“You enjoyed it that much? I…Woah. I’ll make sure to teach you.” He chuckled.

-

“I have something I need to go away for.” He said, a little sadly.

“Oh. Well, do you have an idea how long you will be gone for?”

“I’m not too sure. The travel will be long and then…the outcome of the event depends if I have to stay long or not.”

“As long as you come back. This place is your home.”

“You’re wrong.” He stated.

“Huh?”

You felt the large, veiny, and calloused hands cup the sides of your face which took you by surprise.

“Rudra, what are you-”

“Y/N, you are my home.”

Your jaw went slack at the heaviness of his words.

“What do you mean?” You stuttered.

“My soul is at peace when I’m with you.” He said, gently still clutching your face. You began to stroke the hollows of his knuckles.

You blinked, taken aback.

“Really..?”

“Is that so hard to believe?” He said, with his gentle smile.

“…A little.”

“Is there any way I can prove it?”

“You don’t need to. I’m just a little shocked.”

“I’ve been captivated by you the moment I saw you. You occupy my mind so please Y/N. Allow me to become your home too.”

You figure it was only him. Anybody else saying this, you would’ve scoffed and rolled your eyes.

But everything about his presence was soothing. From his dreamy expression to his gaze.

The gaze that made you feel like the only person who mattered in this world.

He then bowed down to plant a tender kiss on the crown of your head as his hand settled on the nape of your neck.

“My home.” You echoed gently. And you could not wait for your home to return to you.

author’s note (again):

thank you for reading if you made it this far 😹💓

[jellypear]

Ah hello yes it's me again. @wolfythewitch, my liege I bring you more offerings.

Part 2

Philza has been living alone for a very long time now. He’s become accustomed to the solitude, or as much solitude as he could gain with the crows that surround his house. But the crows, as much as they love him, do not love stormy weather. At the first sign of a storm they flee. To where Phil doesn't know, but he does know they’ll be back.

So when Phil hears a commotion downstairs, he doesn’t think much of it. The crows are rowdy, especially first thing in the morning. There are dozens of them and each of them seems to have something different to say, whether they can see Phil or not doesn’t matter.

But then Phil hears the sound of rain hitting his windows. 

And then he remembers he has guests.

He jolts up, gets ready, before almost reverently approaching a hand mirror that he oh so painstakingly hung on the wall. 

“Good morning,” Phils voice is barely there, low in the light of his new guests and this sacred ritual. “Sorry we didn’t chat last night, a pair of boys, brothers, stopped by the cottage and I couldn’t turn them back to the storm.” 

The mirror doesn’t reply. 

(The mirror never replies.)

All that can be seen in it is Phil's face distorted by the cracks. Old, tired and full of regrets. 

He turns away, goes to where he left his hat last night. As he puts the hat on he takes one last look at the mirror “We’ll talk more later tonight, ‘kay mate?”

And with that he leaves the room.

Behind Phil the mirror’s face ripples slightly.

-------------------------------- The scene Phil comes downstairs to is, to put it bluntly, an absolute shitshow. Well maybe shitshow is a bit too harsh, but it certainly is amusing.

The older boy, Technoblade, is no longer sparking and glowing, but he is holding down the younger one, Tommy, who is yelling incredibly loudly for someone that cannot be older than eight years old.

“LET ME GO TECH-NO-BLADE YOU BITCH,” He’s squirming in Techno’s grasp, limbs flailing as he tries to escape. But Techno doesn’t falter in his grip, he just sits there holding his wiggling little brother.

“No Tommy, I’m not going to let you go so you can ‘go explore the magic man’s house’. We’re guests and I need his help and I can’t have you being rude,” and though no longer sparking, Technoblade looks exhausted. Likely from containing his magic, his brother and whatever journey he made to reach Phil. 

“It’s fine mate,” Phil steps out making his presence known as he adjusts his gloves “He’s just curious, and as long as he stays out of my room I’m happy." Both the boys falter, Techno falling over at the weight of his still brother. 

Phil promptly moves on to the kitchen, it's early and he'd like to keep his young guests fed, along with keeping an eye out for the crows. 

Which, due to the dying storm, there is still no sign of. 

He cooks something simple. Simple is easier to make in larger batches, plus there's no knowing which of his crops will be left after the rains. He can only hope. He does that a lot these days.

As Phil turns around to grab something out of the cupboard, he makes eye contact with Tommy… who is just staring at him. 

He pauses, unsure what he wants. Children, especially ones as young as Tommy, are mostly unpredictable to Phil. 

"Is it true you know how to use magic?" Phil stills at the question. It's an uncomfortable question, but clearly one free of malice. 

"Yeah, I suppose I do know how to use magic Tommy," he reaches over, going to ruffle the bright yellow curls on Tommy's head.

(For a brief moment Tommy is replaced by another boy with curly hair, though this one is much older.)

(For a brief moment his boy is in front of him, and he’s happy.)

Phil falters. 

These curls aren't brunette, and he most definitely does not know this child enough to do that. 

He retracks his hand and continues cooking.

Tommy squints at him, surly in the way only a child can be." Can you show me some?" 

Phil plates the food, and passes Tommy a plate. "No mate, I don't think I will," And with that he leaves the room, ignoring Tommy's complaints. 

As little as Phil knows about children, he does know they complain. This one just happens to be louder than most. And at least Phil is well practiced in the art of ignoring small squawking creatures, children and crows alike. 

He approaches Technoblade slowly. The boy is still sitting by the fire, eyes closed and a blanket wrapped around him. His breathing is slow, but not so slow that is that of sleep. He still looks exhausted, and honestly a little pale. There's a hint of flame in his breath, nothing much, barely a lick. Phil will have to keep an eye on whether he grows sick or not.

(And even though Phil tries so hard, he can’t help but compare the child in front of him to his boy. And he faintly thinks of some comfort recipes he has not made in a long time.)

"Techno," The boy opens his eyes and takes the food gratefully. He begins to eat slowly and methodically, taking his time, and Philza does the same. He swallows, and takes a pause from his food.

“You boys can do what you’d like for the day. There are books around if you get bored or you could just rest. However I don’t recommend you let your brother outside, it’s still raining, and please don’t break anything or go into my room,” Techno pauses mid-chew, nodding at Phil who gets up. 

He stokes the fire and passes by Tommy, who is no longer complaining and eating his food albeit messily.

“Sorry there isn’t much to do around here, but I’ll be in my room if either of you need me,” And with that Phil leaves. Perhaps that makes him a bad host, but he’s got a task to do and he only allows himself to do it on rainy days.

In his room he begins to take out books. He doesn’t know what he’s looking for, doesn’t know what he’ll find, but somedays it feels like this is the only thing that keeps him going. This and the hand mirror on the wall.

Phil sits down with the first book, briefly glancing back to the mirror.

“Well Wil, let’s see what we can find today”

(He doesn’t find anything.)

--------------------------------

Orignal AU by Wolfy | AO3 | 1 | Part 2 | 3 | 4 |

[knockyasocksoff2022]

The Disastrous Meeting

(A/N: sorry. I know this is bad I kinda have writter's block right now, but I really wanted to write someting. It's longer than I originally planned (I feel like most of my stories are longer than I plan for them to be lol) and I'll probbaly edit this later. Also I didn't mean to make Kunikida such a bad guy in this one but oh well.)

under the cut due to length (3635 words)

I haven’t slept the entire night but I stay laying awake in bed even after my alarm rings. I’m so so so tired yet I can’t fall asleep, not without my Chuuya. The bed is too cold without his warm embrace.

Finally when I grow too restless I walk to the kitchen, but Chuuya isn’t here making breakfast so I decide to forego eating. My stomach is too sensitive to anything besides Chuuya’s cooking and crab, and I’m out of crab so . . .

But knowing he would want me to eat, I look in the fridge and see that there’s some month old vegetables. Chuuya must have left them. They look okay but not worth the effort.

I shut the fridge and feel myself shivering. 

When I put on my work clothing I throw one of Chuuya’s jumpers on before putting on my signature tan trench coat. It isn’t very warm, but it’s something, and it smells like him.

—

When I arrive at the office everyone stares at me.

“What are you wearing?” Kunikida’s voice is devoid of emotion but he’s clearly in shock. Oh god, I think I’ve broken him, but why?

I look down, to my surprise the jumper I wear is at least 12 or so centimetres too short for me, like some sort of crop top, despite being loose. I can’t believe I didn’t think about how Chuuya’s height difference might make it hard for me to wear his clothes, probably because he’s usually here to wear mine. I’m not exactly embarrassed, (I know I look good in cropped things) just startled, and through the waves of emotions that crash over me (love, longing) I struggle to hide it.

“What, oh this? The girl I was with last night left it, I was planning on returning it, of course, I’m no thief Kunikida-kun, but not before I’d properly washed it, so I figured, why not wear it first, eh?”

Kunikida just raises an eyebrow, “And that thing on your neck, did she leave that too, or did you just forget to take it off, because I will not tolerate such unprofessional things in this office.” His voice is stern.

“Whatever do you mean, Kunikida-kun?” I make it sound teasing but I genuinely have no idea what he’s talking about.

“Do not make me spell it out for you Dazai. You know very well what I am referring to.”

I really don’t, but I have a reputation so I say nothing and continue onto my desk. Just as I sit down something chokes me. I gag pathetically. 

“Dazai-san, this is more than inappropriate for work, think of Kenji and Kyoka. What if we have a case that deals with children? Do you care nothing for the reputation of this agency?”

“Kunikida-kun I really didn’t take you for the type interested in choking people.” I wheeze, feeling around my collar to loosen the blond’s grip but I find no hands there, they’re higher up, grabbing onto . . . a choker.

Oh.

It’s one of Chuuya’s, a casual one, not the subtle black one he wears for work (he took that one with him), no this one is joined together by metal rings in the front and back. Kunikida must have thought it was some kind of toy. That man really has no idea about some things, does he?

“Are you going to take it off, or do I have to.”

“You know how weird that sounds out of context.” I continue to tease him, fighting internal panic at the potential discovery of our relationship, while easily wriggling myself free.

I take the choker off, shrugging as if it was a prank all along and throwing it into my work bag. I certainly won’t let Kunikida touch something belonging to my Chuuya.

I can cover this up easily. I laugh, exaggerating the action, pushing my cartoonish persona. “Ah, you’re still so gullible Kunikida-kun! This isn’t what you think it is, you can buy one of these at any pet shop, did you know that.” 

“No, actually, I did not.” he looks intrigued, and pulls out his trusty notebook, probably thinking that women like animals and trying to learn what animals like to impress his mystery woman. Yes, he should be marrying her in less than a year or so.

“Yes, they’re called double lead bearing collars and are considered the most effective by trainers in controlling dogs with aggressive behaviour. I was wearing it wrong, both rings are supposed to go around the side of the dog's neck, not the front and back. Then you attach the special double leash and the dog won’t be able to pull you as you walk it.”

“Hmm, most intriguing. He lifts his pen and shuts the book.

I nod, giving just the right amount of pause. “Yes, I agree, it would indeed be intriguing, if such a thing existed, that is. As of now, it does not, what a shame, don’t you think Kunikida-kun?”

I don’t look up but I can hear the sound of a pen shattering and the spring flying off somewhere to be found by one of the unlucky agency clerks.

—

When the day ends everyone disperses to do the things that normal individuals do after office hours. I have nothing else to do and I feel empty but filled with lead at the same time, the lead being my longing for Chuuya.

As I walk home a chilly spring breeze starts up and I shiver, my body becoming even more numb with the cold temperature, but it’s as if I’m freezing from the inside out.

I pass Chuuya’s favourite wine shop and it crosses my mind to get him a gift but then I remember there’s still another two full weeks until he comes home.

When I arrive home I fall into bed and stare up at the ceiling.

—

When the sun rises I return, from my listless staring, to reality.

Upon this re-entering into reality I notice several things. 

It’s cold, (I know it can’t be because of the air con because none has been turned on since Chuuya left), so more accurately, I’m cold, really cold.

My head, back and throat ache.

When I try to stand up, a wave of dizziness assaults me, I fall back down.

I don’t need Ultra Deduction to know that I’ve fallen ill, or at the very least coming down with something. 

I swallow, it hurts, tears prickle in my eyes. Not because of the aches and pains so much as the fact that my loving husband isn’t here to care for me. Normally I would tell him I’m not feeling well and he would take my temperature and make me tea and maybe draw me a warm bath and wash my hair. And since I fall ill so rarely he would take the day off to work from home and we would spend the day together.

I lay back down and assess the situation. We have no medicine, well we do but it’s locked in a safe that only Chuuya knows the entry code to, and knowing Chuuya he didn’t just make it my birthday or something dumb like that. He told me he used a random number generator. And he neve lets me watch him opening it. And he says he doesn’t worry about me. Ha!

I could of course buy some more medicine but I don’t even feel like moving.

Now, I’m alone with no medicine and nothing to do and I can’t even stand the thought of being here in this lonely empty place all day. My head spins and aches and I feel like I’m being weighed down by dumbbells.

So, I decide to do something drastic, I decide to go to work.

Maybe I can convince Atsushi or Kenji to buy me some soup. Maybe Yosano will give me something, just to make the pain stop.

Reluctant to leave but reluctant to stay, I bundle up and head out.

—

“Oh, Dazai, it’s you, it’s about time you showed u- ugh!” Kunikida looks me up and down, giving a disgusted grimace. I’m a bit shocked, it's rare to see him this hostile, I mean sure he won’t hesitate to knock my lights out, but this is a different kind of hostility. At least I think so, I can’t really think at all with the fog filling up my head.

“Finally ran out of clothes from jumping in that damned river, did you? Ever heard of a washing machine, a dryer perhaps? Wonderful inventions, truly. You ought to use at least one before you think about coming to work dressed like some crackpot wandering the Tescos car park at some ungodly hour of the night”

(A/N: I just realised after proof-reading this that Kunikida sounds so BrItIsH here, sorry!)

I look at my outfit in the reflection of Kunikida’s desktop, paying more attention now than when I put it on. It consists of an old Holiday jumper, striped pyjama bottoms, a blue woolly hat and Chuuya’s UGS. (Which are a little big on me because I have smaller feet than him, despite my greater height.)

“Ah, forgive the outfit, I haven’t been feeling very myself this morning, I think I have a cold.” 

Atsyshi looks legitimately worried at my sincere tone but I see the scepticism behind it.

Kunikida scoffs, “And you came into work? If you were really sick, you would’ve just skipped like usual. You don’t need to put this much effort into faking illness, we aren’t going to believe you anyway, especially because it’s a dead giveaway that you aren’t sick since you put so much effort into this ruse. If you don’t intend on doing any work you should just leave, we don’t have time for this, but since you're here, please get to work.”

His reaction confuses me, I may have lied about other things, but I’ve never lied about being ill. The blond’s face tells me not to argue, but I really just need some medication, surely Yosano won’t mind that.

“I assure you, I am not faking, all I ask is some headache medication from Yosano.”

(A/N: Poor Dazai never sounds sincere even when he is) 

The doctor frowns. “Why? So you can try and off yourself again? Uh, no! Just go jump off the roof if you’re that desperate.”

“Exactly, we are not going to hand you means to commit suicide in this office, now please do your work.”

I want to ask him why I would commit suicide when my beloved Chuuya hasn’t come back yet. I don’t want him to find my body when he returns, that would be terrible. But my throat is too dry to form the question and Kunikida looks like he’s going to explode.

I don’t have the energy to argue so I just go to my desk. I can’t take the boredom so, through the haze in my brain, I try to figure out what to do. Suddenly I don’t really remember how I got here but I feel cold, really cold. Kunikida said something about what I usually do, but I can’t remember what it was. Well, what do people usually do at work? Ah, of course, they work!

I open the laptop on my desk, watching a little mystified as my fingers key in the passcode from muscle memory. Quickly, I begin the paperwork, filling in details of cases as they pop into my foggy brain, my fingers blur as I type, for some reason it feels like I have to get this done as fast as possible but I don't really know why. My thoughts blur together in my head, melting into goo and running into each other.

After an hour or so I feel my eyes closing. Well, no, that’s not right. I can feel that they’re wide open, but my field of view is closing, black eats away like I’m looking at a photo that’s being burnt from the edges and the fire is eating its way towards the centre.

I blink but it doesn’t stop, fear creeps in, colouring the gooey thoughts dark and violent shades. 

I let my head slump against the wooden desk, or maybe it just falls of its own accord, I can’t tell.

There’s loud thumping and a shadow falls over me.

“Dazai, this is your desk not a bed, you can’t just fall asleep. And stop making such a racket, you needn’t hit your keys quite so loudly.” Kunikida scolds.

“I don’t feel good.” is all I manage to say.

“You’re clearly feeling well enough to annoy us with your intense typing.”

“But, Kunikida-kun, I'm not faking. I just need some headache medication.” My voice cracks.

If he notices the crack he doesn't show it. “You don’t look ill, you could’ve at least tried to cover up your lies, now stop being such a pest.”

“My head hurts, I feel sick.”

“Oh, come off it, you brat! We really don’t have time for this, we have something important to do.”

“You can take my temperature!” My voice comes out, pathetic pleading sound.

“I will do no such thing, now get changed, we have a meeting to attend. And it’s with the Port Mafia, so get your act together. We cannot afford to appear weak.”

“I-”

“Go!” Kunikida’s yell cuts me with its hard edges and leaves my ears ringing, as he tosses a stack of clothes at me. 

—

In the restroom I start to change into the things Kunikida gave me. It appears to be some type of suit.

As soon as I remove my jumper, a chill crawls over my skin. I put on the other set of clothes as quickly as I can with my vision spinning and dipping in and out like this. I start to style my hair in preparation for seeing Chuuya, (A/N: think of the Dead Apple hairstyle, cuz I couldn’t find the name) but then I remember that he won’t be there, and the emptiness hits me all over again.

I feel myself slipping down to the floor (ceiling?) as the room twists and bends, and just barely catch myself on the counter. Finally a splash of ice water on my face restores my vision, leaving nausea and an even worse headache in its place.

I stumble clumsily out of the restroom but no one notices.

“Ah finally! Hurry up, you lazy bum, we have to be there in 30 minutes and pick up Ranpo from a mission on the way, you know traffic is a nightmare this time of day. Oh, wait, you can’t even drive. Useless, honestly.”

Positively desperate, I try one last time, “Do I have to go, I think I’m gonna be sick.”

“Dazai, quiet yourself and get in the car right now.”

My entire body deflates like a balloon at the dismissal but I manage to drag myself along.

—

I open my eyes slowly as someone shakes me awake.

“We’re here Dazai-san.” It’s Kenji, his sweet smile has none of Kunikida’s malice.

“Thank you Kenji.” my voice is a croak. After a second of hesitation, I ask, “Do I look alright?” 

“You look very handsome in that suit Dazai-san. Very respectable.”

“Ah, thanks.”

“No problem.” He skips a head, still cheery despite the imposing nature of the Port Mafia campus.

I lean heavily on the car and sigh as I look up at the big buildings. 

Chuuya’s Perspective

It turns out I didn’t need nearly so long to finishe the mission. But I arrive home from Hong Kong in the middle of the morning so I don’t bother going home. I stash my luggage in my office and prepare for the meeting.

We’re having a meeting with the A.D.A today and Osamu will be tehre. I can’t wait to see hi. Part of me is also afraid. I did everything I could but I know he doesn’t care for himself when I’m gone. WHat if he’s lost weight or cut himself or . . .

I take a breath and don’t allow myself to dwell, I’ll be seeing him in a hour anyways.

—

We get into the conference room before the A.D.A arrives.

–

The president walks in first, I catch Mori’s soft smile before the coll, aloof demeanour covers it again. Next is the doctor, she winks and gives me a thumbs up, a thanks for the wine I gave her. Then is the child genius, then the tiger, who looks like he’s going to pee himself, then Kenji. I actually like Kenji, he says “Hey Executive Cool-hat-san!” I have to smile. Next is Kyouka, Kouyou looks longingly at her, like a mother missing her daughter. Where is Osamu???

Last Glasses man comes in and behind him Osamu strolls casually in, and takes his seat. To the untrained eyes his expression is similar to Mori’s, cool, aloof. To me he looks beautiful as usual, but sick. And he hasn’t noticed me yet. Probably because he’s so focused on his facade.This is him actually trying to appear bored and uninterested.

I clear my throat. 

He sees me. 

He slips. 

Just a little, barely a centimetre.

But I know, I can see.

His eyes widen in surprise and they’re alight, a sliver of sparkle in the corner, a glassy reflection indicating fever. I watch his shoulders sag, almost invisible, in relife. His skin is a few shades paler, and he plays off a shiver as an adjustment of his shoulders. 

Damn it! 

I knew this would happen. Whenever I’m gone he hardly eats or sleeps (as if he eats or sleeps much when I am here).

He looks awful, how has no one noticed? I have to get him out of here, but how, it’s such a small room with so few people I can’t exactly slip him out the backdoor.

He looks at me, his eyes begging me for comfort. 

I look at him telling him, with my eyes, to ask the president if he can leave or something. He shakes his head.

Oh fuck this!

If they’re letting them suffer then, I’m going to make a scene, so help me god.

“Which one of you is responsible for this?” I stand up and point to my husband

People move aside in shock.

“Whatever do you mean, Chuuya-san? You knew that your Partner would be here, did you not.” Mori speaks quietly, calmly, sweetly. He can tell Osamu is ill, just as I can and has decided to make my job easier. He may be an ass but he’s a good boss.

“Don’t you mean ex-partner?” Koyou raises an eyebrow at Mori, not understanding what he’s doing.

“No, I meant exactly what I said.” Mori smiles innocently, his gaze on his own husband.

“Partner?” Glasses man’s voice squeaks and his face pales as he tries to maintain composure. “In what way?” he asks, clearly forcing himself to be calmer now.

I’m still too mad to really answer him. “That doesn’t matter, how long has he been ill?”

“Ill?” Glasses man asks confused

“Yeah, can’t you idiots see!”

“I assure you, Executive Nakahara, he is perfectly fine.”

It annoys me even further not being called by my married name, though I hardly expect him to know it. I walk up to the idealist, grabbing his collar “Fine? FINE?? He—”

A weight settles against me. I look down, and catch Osamu before he slides to the floor. He’s fainted.

I look at the blond, who looks as shocked as if a pink elephant has pranced its way into the room, and rage boils in my blood rising up to the surface, just beneath my skin.

I grab his hand, with much more force than is necessary, and force it against Osamu’s forehead.

“Feel that? He has a fever. It’s so fucking obvious, how can you call yourselves detectives?”

“Oh, so he really wasn’t lying.” I hear the doctor whisper, she sounds incredulous.

“Lying?” I’m confused at first and then I get it, “HE TRIED TO TELL YOU!”

“Please calm down.” Glasses man’s voice is almost erased by fear

“NO, I DON'T THINK I WILL!”

“You must understand why we didn’t believe him.” The blond is afraid for his life, as he should be.

“I. Don’t. Care.” I make my voice quite, precise, deadly as I let go of him. He falls off balance and stumbles to the floor.

“Come on, Osmau, we’re going home.”

His eyes open a little bit, “Mnn, Chuu?” he groans, “m’ gonna be sick.”

Shit! I grab a bin and put it under his chin, and help him down to the floor, just in time. As he empties his stomach I rub his back gently, whispering sweet nothings. I can tell he’s suffering, he hates being in pain.

“It’s alright, it’s okay, Osamu, you’re gonna be okay, baby.”

I know I probably shouldn’t be letting these people know I have a softer side but at this point I couldn’t care less.

When he’s finished I hold him against me protectively and turn back to the detectives.

“Listen to me very closely.” I step closer, “He may be an annoying asshole liar but he wouldn’t lie about this. Next time, believe him, or you’ll be hearing from me.

With that I take my husband and leave the amused port mafia members and shocked detectives behind. 

The mackerel is asleep before I even get to my car. I thank the gods I brought it and not my motorbike.

—

When we get inside Osamu pukes again, this is going to be a long next few days.

EPILOGUE: Author P.O.V.

It’s safe to say that the A.D.A is thoroughly shook. You could hear the yelling from the next town over.

Meanwhile the two leaders of the organisations are smiling bemused at their subordinated shenanigans, both mentally deciding what they should have for dinner since they skipped lunch for this meeting. 

The fight ends when Kunikida passes out from shock after Kuoyou tells him how long soukoku has been together.

[flock-from-the-void]

Get to know my OC II

I was tagged by @gummybugg here! I encourage everyone to check out what Blair and Elijah said about themselves!

Tagging! @heavensfallenfaction, @chuuyas-beloved, @aether-wasteland-s, @silverslipstream and @fire-but-ashes-too too! i thought it was funny ok

Check out past contestants! Guan Zhuyu from MoS

For this one, I choose the main from And May the Moon Shine Over Your Ways, my little guy, Tiv!

Behind the sea of golden crops, I saw an auburn bush. I chose a shortcut and after a moment, the rest of the elf was revealed. They were lying on the dry grass, reading a book. Even though they were pretty tall, they looked delicate. Without me asking, they softly said “how can I help you?”

“Ah. It’s pretty easy. You don’t have to go anywhere,” I added, as they were getting from lying to sitting. “I’d like to ask you a few questions, that’s all.”

“Oh? That sounds… fun?”

“It will be fun, I promise. Let us get started.”

1. Are you named after anyone?

That’s… not really a thing we do. Usually, we get names after some special events of talents. I have two! My first name ever was Tiveor’fiehuhue, it’s after an unusually warm winter day, when I was born. The second is Ipsenel, I got it as a child after helping a lot in something, I… I’m sorry, I don’t really remember what that was. My father should know, maybe try asking him?

2. When was the last time you cried?

*laughs* That was a bit cringey… My little sibling broke their tiny toy horse, the poor animal lost its head. When I saw it, them crying and the horse decapitated, my eyes got wet. It was such a cute toy, you know? 

3. Do you have kids?

awkward silence …No.

4. Do you use sarcasm?

While talking with my older sister, yes. She deserves some stings. quiet giggle

5. What's the first thing you notice about people?

I’m a bit interested in cloth-making, so clothes.

6. What's your eye color?

Brown. Sei, I mean my sister, could probably tell you more. She paints a lot and is so good with colors! You wouldn’t believe how many different colors she can make.

7. Any special talents?

I’m decent at lacing. See? Not that bad. shows the lace at the end of his sleeve

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

Both. I… love all the stories, somehow.

9. Where were you born?

points at a close mansion Here!

10. What are your hobbies?

So nice of you to ask! Beside the laces, I make embroidery and knit! I practice Rhetoric, some tiny fun stuff. Usually things for my little sibling and their friends, spending time with tiny stars is inspiring beyond comparison. Of course, I read a lot of books too, of any genre like I said.  

11. Do you have any pets?

When I was younger, we had a cat. She was brown and fluffy, and I used to hug her all the time. I’m not sure if she liked it though… Now we don’t have any. I think we should, it’s good for the children.

12. What sports do you play/have played?

Sei knows a lot of sports and she tried… actually still tries to find something perfect for me. I can ride a horse, but that’s hardly a sport, just a basic transportation method… Oh, I know, ice skating! I enjoy that a bit! I guess the summer made me forget that.

13. How tall are you?

Uh… pretty tall? About as tall as my mother, we’re both just a dot taller than most.

14. Favorite subject in school?

Rhetoric. Talking to flowers and rocks was always fun for me!

15. Dream job?

Helping Sei. That’s probably what I will be doing, lucky me! Some villagers suggest that I should go to the capital and pursue Rhetorics but I… I’m happy with what I have. I want to leave that possibility for my younger sibling as well, we don’t have enough to send off two children. Ah, and above all, Sei won’t manage to be an acceptable ruler without me. laugh

“And that would be all!” I say, clothing my notebook. “By the way, what are you reading?”

“It’s a very convoluted romance. It made me cry so many times… The main character…” [the remaining 50 pages of Tiv’s blabbering was cut out by the redactor]

Ps, have I ever mentioned how much I love this tag?

ammsoyw taglist: @gummybugg, taglist is always open!

[turtlethebean]

Carchelle Week Day 4: Drinks

Also available on AO3: Sunset - Turtle_The_Bean - Criminal Case (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]

Carmen wasn’t quite sure what to expect as she pushed open the door to Michelle’s accommodation. Well, she was at least expecting to see the other woman in there, but that expectation was yet to be met. As far as she could see, the apartment was empty beside herself. There was no sign of Michelle anywhere, making her question where she was.

After a few minutes of standing there and debating whether or not to leave, Michelle appeared out of the comfort of her bedroom, wearing a loungewear set that included some fairly short shorts and a crop top underneath a fuzzy cardigan-like jacket. She also looked completely different without her makeup on. Carmen would be lying if she said that she didn’t find it extremely attractive, but she kept her mouth shut for the sake of civility.

“I was wondering when you’d arrive,” Michelle’s smirk made Carmen’s attraction to her even stronger, “I hope you don’t mind the fact that I slipped into something a little more comfortable.”

“Oh, it’s no problem, really.” Carmen smiled back, feeling the warmth on her face.

“I have drinks for us set up on the balcony. I just need to take the pizza out of the oven, and I’ll be right there.”

Right, they were on a date tonight. That’s why Carmen was in her room in the first place.

Carmen made her way out to the balcony and sat down on one of the wicker chairs that Michelle had set up across from each other at the glass table. She took her leather jacket off, letting the Brazilian air brush against her brown skin. It wasn’t warm this time of the day, but it was just warm enough to be pleasant.

“Sangiovese pairs best with pizza. That’s why I chose tonight’s combination.” Michelle explained as she came out onto the balcony with the freshly baked pizza in her hands. She set the pizza between the two so they could share it, but Carmen wasn’t sure that pizza was the thing she had an appetite for.

“Wow, I didn’t take you as a wine connoisseur,” Carmen smirked, letting out a small chuckle as she did so.

“Well, you have to be the best to impress,” Michelle poured both herself and Carmen glasses of wine before she sat herself down across the table.

That last sentence made Carmen wonder about what Michelle had to do to impress Sombra when she was still with them. It also made her wonder a bit more about El Rey, the main person they were after in hopes of shutting down Sombra for good. However, given that Sombra was such a large group, she had to question whether or not it was really possible to stop Sombra fully. It was possible they’d be chasing them for the rest of their lives.

She took a sip of her wine, staring at Michelle as she did so. Her thick, brown hair was blowing slightly in the lukewarm breeze. She could honestly sit there, staring at her for hours, just admiring her. It would probably get dark soon, and she wouldn’t be able to see her as clearly, but she wanted to take it all in while she could.

“How is he?” Carmen snapped out of her daydreaming upon hearing Michelle’s question. Right, this was a date. Dates usually have two-way conversations.

“Sorry, I wasn’t paying too much attention,” Carmen chuckled nervously, “who were you talking about?”

“Sanjay, how is he doing? I know Marina told me he’s quite traumatised after a run-in with Sombra in the past.”

“Ah, yeah, that…happened. Things have been a little rough for him, but he bounced back fairly easily.”

“That’s good. I’ve seen some kids with Sombra being traumatised for life, especially because of the hunt. Poor kids shouldn’t be forced to kill each other, watching one another die and…sorry, I’m getting carried away.”

“No, no, I understand. You did say that you betrayed Sombra so that you didn’t have to betray your own ethics.”

“Yes, I felt like the most reasonable decision was to betray them instead of my moral code. Those children need saving, and I think the Bureau will be the ones to save them.”

“I really hope so. I really don’t want to see other kids going through the same sort of thing that Sanjay went through, but then again, I suppose that’s why Lars set up the Spring Angels foundation.”

“I was wondering about that. I overheard him speaking with Angela about it when she was arrested.”

“Yeah, I heard that Angela had put everything in Lars’ name. She must’ve really been anticipating her arrest if she did that months in advance.”

“Well, Sombra operatives have to be prepared like that. It’s what they told us during our training. I actually had many things in place for when I inevitably switched sides. For example, I made sure I wasn’t the only owner of the law firm. That way, I wouldn’t be forced back there to transfer ownership, back where Sombra would know where to find me.”

“Damn, I can’t imagine what happens when you choose to leave Sombra without all those backups.”

“Unfortunately, that’s a death sentence, which is why I assumed that was what had happened to Doctor Metcalf,” Michelle felt a lump forming in her throat, “I’m sorry, can we stop talking for a little bit?”

“Oh, yeah, of course.”

Once the silence between the two began, both of them started admiring the view from the balcony. The sky was filled with pink and orange hues that filled the world around them as the bright light of the sun slowly grew dimmer. The blue in the sky faded to purple, which would soon become a dark violet once the sun had fully set.

The breeze was still a bit warm as it slowly passed the couple. Sure, it made the pizza go cold a little faster, but it was still a wonderful sensation on what was otherwise a boiling-hot day. It also helped the glasses of wine stay cold as condensation formed on the glass. Whenever either of them took a deep breath, they could smell the ocean, which wasn’t too far away but far enough that you would think you couldn’t smell it.

The silence between them was only disturbed by the occasional sound of birds preparing to rest for the night, as well as the low hum of distant cicadas. The ocean was too far away to be heard, but you could hear what sounded like people playing on the beach. Perhaps there was a late-night volleyball match happening, or maybe it was just a family trying to get in a few more moments of fun before they had to leave.

Michelle felt a hand creep up onto her thigh. Carmen had obviously been searching for her hand but settled there in the end. She chuckled and returned the favour, placing her hand on top of the other woman’s. Whatever was going to happen when they arrived in Colombia, at least they had a moment of peace together beforehand.

[fangedjustice]

Dearest Lloyd,

It’s been a few months since you’ve been settled, so I suppose now is the right time to send a note. It’s been a rough fall, so I shudder to think of the winter it will be. Alexei has already had to get the covering for the crops, and I have to tuck the cattle and horses in each night.

I’ve always hated the cold. Your father was a master negotiator to get me to settle in Bern.

Dear Olga (the cow, if you’d forgotten) is absolutely delighted you and your brother are gone. She’s getting the attention she feels she rightfully deserves again now. I swear, animals are just humans in different-shaped bodies.

Now that uninterested parties are tuned out, I’ll get to the heart of it: it was rotten, what you did. Leaving a note and disappearing into the mist? It pains me to think I taught you that. From now on, always remember: if it’s something your mother would have done, don’t do it. In fact, that goes for both your parents. You were always wiser than us. We were blessed to have you in our lives at all, let alone as our precious child.

Now that I’ve found you again, Lloyd, there is no way I’m going to let you go. You and your brother will forever be my greatest joys, the loves of my life. I truly thought I was doing best by you by leaving, but finding you again has made me rethink all of that. I think, all this time, I’ve been missing you. Finding Alexei was wonderful, but nothing can eclipse the love I have for you and Linus. You’re my children. It’s impossible to put into words what that means. It means I’d do anything for you, including letting you go.

But I think the time for letting go is over. I think it’s time to hold on.

I’m sorry I taught you to say goodbye without meeting faces. I’m sorry I taught you that running away is a good idea. But the fact of the matter is, Lloyd, your mother was a stupid young woman, and she made stupid decisions. The only thing she’s ever been good at is running away.

Well, I’m trying to change that now. I hope you’ll let me prove I can be a person who stays with you.

Love,

Leonie

P.S. — You’re going to have to do better than that if you want to hide from your mother.

P.P.S. — Believe me, I’m happy you settled somewhere I can mail, but you don’t need to jump into something new so suddenly. Your father and company were just destroyed. You need time to mourn. Take that time. Focus on yourself, for once. And anyway, you have to do it, because it’s a request from your dear old mother. You wouldn’t ignore a request from your sweet, aging mother, would you!

Lloyd couldn't recall the last time he'd received a letter that was personal and not just a note with orders or a summons back to the keep. It had instantly put him on guard. Linus didn't send him letters, there was never a need, even if he went off further from the monastery and its surrounding areas. Lloyd had been fairly certain he hadn't let slip any information on where they were going when they left Elibe, even to those they trusted that were still around.

Then he opened it, and immediately recognized the handwriting within. Even before he properly started to read it, the letter's mere existence and who it was from made his throat tighten.

Of course, she started it off as if they were just chatting. Like it was nothing but a casual talk among friends. She'd always been good at that; he remembered this skill of hers on more than one occasion, tackling something difficult to discuss with a deceptively sunny start. He couldn't tell if it was her way of softening a blow, or lulling you in so you couldn't avoid the conversation.

For all that Bern’s weather was harsh, the land cold and unyielding, Lloyd felt a deep-sinking pang of loss and longing as he read his mother’s words. Winters were harsh and lonely. The days were dark and cold. People’s tempers flared easier and if it wasn’t a good year, there was a dreadful sort of tension as you sat in what warmth you could pull from stone walls.

But it was home, and he missed it like a limb lost from some ragged wound.

The cow hadn’t liked him?

It was such a ridiculous, sudden thought that he couldn’t help the short burst of confounded laughter that escaped him.

As soon as the laugh came, it was choked back down into his chest.

It was rotten, what you did.

The parchment crinkled slightly at the edges where he held it, jaw tight and eyes roaming over inked words once, twice -- a few too many times. He knew it was ironic, she did as well. That knowledge didn’t make it any easier to read. He knew that leaving without saying anything properly had been a poor decision; he was, as she pointed out, doing the same thing she had done. At the time, he’d  been able to convince himself that it would be safer, easier, better if they simply disappeared from their mother’s new and more comfortable life. He had justified it in his mind, just as she had when she chose to leave all those years ago.

There was no taking it back now.

But, really, how could she say that and expect him to follow through? Did she think so little of herself and the things she’d taught him? Did she truly think that everything he had learned from her in their short time together had been bad? She’d taught him the finesse of swordsmanship -- the flow of it, the movement, better than Brendan had been able to. She’d instilled in him that passion of learning, the drive to help those that needed it beyond what they could pay. 

Lloyd ran a hand over his face, grip loosening a little on the letter. Cold fingers curled in front of his mouth, thumb pressing harsh against his cheek and hazel eyes shifting from one spot to another without staying on any for too long. 

Why could they never speak of these things when it mattered? When they were right in front of each other, before one of them made a choice that kept them apart? She had thought she was doing what was best back when he was a boy, and he thought he was doing what would keep her safe now. Both was resulting in lost time they wouldn’t be able to regain.

You need time to mourn.

That made something flare in his chest, and he either could not or refused to put a name to it. He was doing that-- Wasn’t he? He was moving on, he was doing something good and not just...wallowing. What good would come from dwelling on losses that he had a hand in creating? Was he not already feeling that pain? Why give it anymore of his mind, his soul, than it was already consuming...

“That’s something you didn’t teach me how to do,” he murmured to himself, pushing himself off of the wall he’d been leaning against as he read, carefully folding the letter back up and sliding it into a pocket of his jacket. 

[prettyputrified]

We got any Ruby Gloom fans in the house ya’ll? 

….I didn’t think so just enjoy the names

Name: Myopic 

Nickname: Mya

Quote: “Sir I have to take your order, if you want to keep flirting with me I’m gonna have to charge by the hour.” 

Gender: Trans Female

General Personality: Mya is an imp who always walks with a purpose, she’s always got somewhere else to be and something else to do. When you can get her to stop for a chat she’s usually amiable, but really only in a customer service voice way. Her time at her job has given her a lot of practice at giving genuine compliments and charming people with small talk. Her real talent, though, lies in keeping things running smoothly and doing the boring work that keeps things convenient for the customers. She isn’t the first person to come to about small petty things (unless you’re one of her sisters), Mya has no problem giving you a condescending “aww” and walking away. She’s good at what she does and she knows it. 

Normal Outfit: A glittery tank top dress with a transparent white crop top, patterned gloves, patterned leg-warmers, and high heels. 

Likes: Glittery eye catching clothes and accessories, high heeled shoes like the higher the better, colored lights, dancing, electronic music, gaudy patterns, attention from the patrons…and the dancers at work

Dislikes: Having to tie off loose ends her sisters leave behind, when people talk too much, killing for herself, it’s not a moral thing she just doesn’t want to get dirty, imp city, going to her grandparents farm

Skills: Leadership, communication, time management, body disposal

Occupation: Waitress at Ozzies 

Weapons/Equipment: N/A 

Name: Misbegotten

Nickname: Missy, Miss Bea

Quote: “If you put up a good fight maybe I’ll make your death a good time.”

Gender: Cis Female

General Personality: Missy is a thrill seeking who can’t kill a target without making it an adventure and a liability for her boss, but you might not get that when you first meet her. She’s a very patient woman, vaguely nice but not really saying much at all, she prefers to just enjoy peoples company. Incredibly easy-going, it even gives the impression that she’s absent minded at times. When you do get to know her though, it opens up a whole new world. She’s still her usual self but she’ll relish in all the joys of being free to really…paint the town red with you. Missy has a soft spot for underdog types and is the first to take someone under her wing, encouraging them to hone their craft and kill with little discretion, but also acting as support in their time of need. 

Normal Outfit: A body-suit with exposed side-boob, fishnet gloves, a black choker/golden necklace combo, a studded belt with holding straps for her weapon, and high heeled go go boots 

Likes: Torture devices, hybrid weapons, jewellery, sleeping in, has a soft spot for little kids and babies too, compliments, being taken on dates she will absolutely lead you on sorry lol she wants that fancy experience and that fine dining, the harvest moon festival, going to LooLoo Land with a group of adults

Dislikes: Most clients tbh, as much as she loves her she hates having to bring Malice along on jobs, scuffing her favorite boots (its the ONE thing shes like a huge bitch about), going to LooLoo Land with a group of children

Skills: High-octane weaponry use, acrobatics, getting information out of people, child-care 

Occupation: Mercenary at I.M.P.

Weapons/Equipment: Double-Sided Whip Dagger

Name: Malice

Nickname: Mal

Quote: “You really think I can do it Papa?” 

Gender: Cis Female

General Personality: 

The baby of the family despite being born mere minutes after her sisters, Malice is often seen popping out of shadows or scaring the shit out of people who she was standing behind the whole time. Her family thinks she gets lost a lot but she knows exactly where she is. The darkness is like a big warm blanket to her. Partially because she doesn't really want to be noticed. Her mom and dad support her endlessly but she can see she's behind the other imps around her with her own eyes. Despite this she's got big dreams and a lot to say, even if she only ever writes them on her anonymous blog. Mal is deeply sensitive and easily discouraged but also in the sense that she can easily empathize with others. 

Normal Outfit: A sleeveless hoodie dress with layers of colored lace making the skirt puffy and toeless thigh-high socks 

Likes: Spending time with her family, when Mya does her hair, when Missy lets her come along on missions, firearm practice with dad, when her mom tells her stories about past jobs, shadowy corners, blogging her feelings, emo music, small fluffy animals, cherubs she just can’t help but admire their cause and think they look darling

Dislikes: The human world, early mornings, bright lights, being alone even if she also hates being the center of attention and being seen, being treated like a child, getting in her sisters’ way and making a mess of things 

Skills: Beginner with firearms, stealth, quick and traceless escapes 

Occupation: Unemployed, Uncle Blitzo lets her clean up the office though and Stolas guilts him into at least giving her some pocket change for it 

Weapons/Equipment: Any gun she can get her hand on, she's not the best but she sure tries 

fishnet pattern by https://www.deviantart.com/lovestrongartfan90/art/Transparent-Fishnet-Pattern-Background-778379986

[jeanswifee]

Maid Service - katsuki bakugo

dilf !bakugo x black reader !

warnings - nsfw, daddy kink, size kink, hair pulling, overstimulation, cream pie, breeding kink

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bakugo was surprised seeing your brown frame standing in his kitchen. he hadn’t expected you to be up, not this early anyway. he took in your appearance immediately almost. a thin clothed cropped shirt barely covering your chest, breast almost spilling out. a pretty necklace at your neck, with the initial of your first name on it. grey pajama shorts barely covering your thighs, stress marks showing a bit making him stare at your thighs a bit longer because it turned him on more than you though. beauty marks scattered across your body, freshly painted feet covered in a pair of white fluffy birkenstock’s. coily long hair in a wash n go fro, curls hovering over your reading glasses that covered your brown eyes.

bakugos eyes never left your ass. it was very plump and your thighs matched as well. how could he not look. he wasn’t the slightest of guilty as he watched you finish up the last batch of eggs, your ass swaying softly as you moved to the oven. you were just the babysitter, yet bakugo couldn’t take his eyes off you. he hated when you teased him like this, shorts barely covering your ass, humming a song that he had been so familiar with. you bent over to grab the cinnamon rolls that you had in the oven and bakugo felt himself stiffen at the sight. your pussy print was showing, your pussy lips almost leaving out your shorts.

you placed the cinnamon rolls on the stove then turned around, “goodmorning mr. katsuki.” you said softly and he rubbed his jaw. “morning.” he said lowly. “you sleep well?” you asked as you smeared icing all over the cinnamon rolls evenly. licking the remainders if it off your finger. although he hadn’t been on the marketing a while, he was almost sure you were flirting with him. he hated being teased like this, especially with his “wife” and children sleeping upstairs. he wasn’t the type to not get what he want and right now he wanted all of you. after months of waiting for his divorce finally come about he said fuck it. he needed you right now.

“i slept well.” he replied before watching as you bent over once more to open the freezer compartment at the bottom of the fridge, before you could get your words out you felt a pair of hands grab you by your waist and you were now standing back up. “mr. katsuki your wife is just upstairs…” you warned as he pressed your ass against his print. you could feel how big it was, arousal wetting your shorts. “do you think i care, i’m getting tired of you and your fucking teasing.” he growled lowly in your ear.

“teasing?” you asked innocently as his thick fingers dug into your waist. “stop acting like you don’t know. walking around here in those tiny ass shorts, bending over as you pick up my children’s toys just so i can see your pussy, always looking at me with those big doe eyes full of nothing but lust and innocence. tell me, have you thought about me fucking the shit out of you. i won’t tell.” he whispered in your ear, causing chills to run down your spine.

you stayed quiet at lost for words because everything he was saying to you as true, you just didn’t think anything would ever happen between the two of you.

you were just a very young maid.

you felt a sting across your ass and you gasped, “c’mon answer me darlin, i don’t have time for your games.” you let out a breath, “y-yes.” you whispered. he grabbed your hair, “yes what?” he asked.

“yes. yes. i think about you fucking the shit out of me mr katsuki.” you said hesitant. he pulled down your shorts immediately after, the air hitting your slick pussy causing you to jump a bit. juices dripped from your whole. “so’ fucking pretty, y’ know that?” he asked as he pulled out his very hard length. he pressed at your entrance a bit before shoving himself inside.

your legs almost buckle but bakugo holds you up with his arm. he was big, too big almost. although you couldn’t see it you knew he leaked with pre cum and his tip had been swollen. muttering curse words underneath his breath as your juices coated him. he wasn’t even halfway in, “please sir, s’ too big.” you whimpered as your fingers gripped the edge of the marble top counter. a small groan escapes his lips as he is welcomed by your warm insides, “take it all for me, would you?” he says gruffly before started to pick up the paste of his thrust. you could feel him hitting your cervix by now and you were squirming.

how could something hurt so good ?

“this is what you wanted isn’t it?” he asked between hard thrust, his timing was almost always right, just when you thought you were on edge he slowed down just to tease. “wanted me to fuck this pretty pussy didn’t you?” he asked snacking your ass. all you could focus on was how hard he was fucking you. the sound of his hips snapping against your ass was loud, probably too loud, your moans even louder. “mhmm.” you hummed lazily as your head fell forward. he started to pound into you fast and your moans started to get louder and louder by the second.

bakugo thought to himself how he could never get bored of this, you were so warm and wet and so welcoming. your pussy had a very firm grip on him too, not wanting him to leave from inside you. his veins grazing against your pussy lips as gave you hard pounds.

“is everything all right down their?” you heard his wife ask and you eyes went wide, bakugo draped his hand around your mouth and started to go crazy. he gave you very fast and constructed thrust, your moans were muffled by his hand and you could feel your mind start to get hazy. the sound of his balls clapping against your clit not even close to slowing down.

“yea- dammit, y/n just needed help with breakfast. she’s fine now.” he yelled and tears started to well up in your eyes. he was handling you so rough at the moment and your glasses were starting to slide off your face.

his wife never responded so you guessed she went back to the room. “see how we almost got fucking caught, you’re too loud darlin.” he said removing his hand. “m’ sorry. it’s just too much.” you whined and he gripped your ass, spreading your cheeks open so he could see how wet you were, you were squirting and creaming every second, juices spilling everywhere.

“look at how fucking wet you are, such a fucking slut for me.” he degraded you as he kept his thrust steady. “you like taking daddy’s dick don’t you?” he asked and you nodded your head. “use your words sweetheart.” he said lowly.

“yes daddy, i want more please.”

that was like music to his ears. he was going easy on you but since you insisted, he wanted to give you the full experience, his thrust got harder and faster and you instantly regretted what you said cause now you were full blown crying, hot tears streaming down your face, babbling a bunch of words to praise him, pussy started to close around him and he could feel it.

“you wanna cum don’t you?” he asked and you hummed a small, “uh huh.” and the next thing you know your stomach is knotting up, walls are completely tightening around him, series of broken moans leaving your mouth as your legs become so unstable that you can’t even hold yourself up. finger nails digging into the countertop as he fucked you with no remorse. this was your high and you could feel his starting to come too so you started to fuck him back, even while you were a squirting mess.

“where do you want me to cum?” he asked and you being fucked out you replied.

“inside me please.” you said softly and that was it for him.

“you wanna have my third child? i always thought about how fucking pretty you’d look carrying my seed.”

soon enough he was there too. his fingers digging into your skin, length twitching inside your wall, a low, “fuckkk.” leaving his mouth as he filled you up with his cum. a warm liquid just sitting in your walls.

you were both out of breath. his cum still deep inside you, he pulled up your shorts up and turned you around to face him. your eyes weary and your hands holding onto him. he kissed you on your cheek, “go clean yourself up for me okay? i’ll handle breakfast. remember who’s cum your walls are overflowing with right now.” he mumbled. you looked up at him.

“i can’t walk.” and that’s all it took for him to pick you up and bring you into your room, which was on the bottom floor. he placed you in the bathroom and helped fix you up, making sure you peed afterwards. soon you were all fixed up and you weren’t sure what just happened but it was good.

you were now looking at yourself in the mirror, the blonde behind you too, his hands placed at your waist, “you’re so pretty, know that?” he asked kissing you on your shoulder. blood rushed to your cheeks, luckily he couldn’t tell if you were blushing or not.

“thank you.” you whispered, tiredly, exhaustion was written on the both of your faces. but it was a good exhaustion if that was even possible.

-

[fandom-imagines-stories]

Terrible Tradition

Tristan Thorn x Reader

Words: 2332

Summary: In preparation for his third child, Tristan begins to worry about his family’s past and the kingdom’s tradition of choosing an heir. You try to ease his mind before the baby comes.

Notes: Okay. Here it is. Writing for Tristan because this movie introduced me to the wonderful human that is Charlie Cox. I really hope you guys like this. I wrote it in about a day, so fingers crossed it’s okay!

-

The king ignored the calls of his advisors as his feet carried him swiftly out of the meeting. He darted between servants, rounded corners, and nearly knocked over a very old, very expensive-looking vase. But when he opened the doors to the queen’s chamber, the room was quiet. There were no nurses bustling about. Only the doctor, who was speaking calmly with the woman expecting her third child.

“Your Majesty,” he bowed, “I’m sorry to have disturbed you, sir. Twas only a false alarm.”

Tristan let out a sigh, trying to catch his breath from his sprint up here.

You smiled from your place in bed, holding out your hand for him to take. He crossed to you and sat on the edge of the bed. His eyes held nothing but absolute adoration. Tristan lifted your hand to his lips, placing gentle kisses across your palm

“Don’t tell me you left another meeting to check on me,” you said. His expression turned guilty, making you giggle. “Tristan! Lord Winters is going to have my head if you keep ‘abandoning your kingly duties’ on my account.”

“I’d have his first.” He held up his hands in a mock-fight position.

“I don’t know. I think you might be getting a little rusty with your swordsmanship, Your Majesty.” You teased.

The doctor bowed again, giving you strict instructions to rest before he was dismissed. As he walked toward the door, he was met by a clammer in the hall. The door was thrown open before he could step out of the way.

Two little figures scampered across the room, followed by a very flustered nanny. Tristan caught both of them in his arms before they could jump onto the bed with you.

“Gently now!” He exclaimed with a laugh. “Your mother needs to rest.”

“Papa, I thought my little sister was coming.” Elanor pouted.

Tristan gave her a small smile and kissed her forehead.

“Soon, darling.”

“And we don’t know if it will be a sister,” You corrected with a grin. “We could very well have another prince.” You affectionately ruffled little Dunstan’s hair. He broke out of his father’s arms and threw his arms around your neck.

“Careful-”

“It’s alright,” You laughed, hugging your son tightly. You lifted your hand to Tristan’s cheek. “You should go back before Lord Winters sends out a search party for you.”

“Oh, alright.” He sighed, giving Elanor’s cheek another kiss before setting her down. He stood and leaned over you, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips. “I expect you to rest today. Don’t even leave this room. That’s an order from your king.” He grinned and kissed you again.

“I’ll do my best,” You promised. There were countless events you were in charge of, along with several letters you needed to write. There was just so much to do. Not to mention, the two little royal rascals who always managed to evade their nanny.

“I will return to your side as soon as I am able,” he said, gently caressing your cheek. He kissed both children goodbye, reluctantly leaving your chamber to return to yet another boring meeting with his advisors.

“I want a brother.” Dunstan huffed.

“Sister,” Elanor said. The young siblings glared at each other.

“Brother.”

“Sister.”

“Brother!”

“Sister!”

All you could do was laugh.

-

Tristan looked over the documents before him, feeling rather content. Crop numbers were steady. Trade thrived. The kingdom was doing well. All of his advisors seemed pleased with his decisions. Well, almost all.

Lord Winters was an advisor to his grandfather. He was the only advisor Tristan had kept from the previous king. He felt having a man who’d been here longer than him would be helpful during the transition. After all, an eighteen-year-old king from Wall could use all of the help he could get. Over the course of these last seven years, however, Lord Winters tended to treat Tristan as if he were still that young boy. But he couldn’t bring himself to let the man go. Frustrating or not, he knew more about Stormhold than Tristan probably ever would.

“Another false alarm, sir?” Lord Winters asked once all of the other advisors had gone.

“Hmm?”

“Queen Y/N. I assume the maid was wrong in telling you she was in labor.”

“Oh,” Tristan chuckled and looked up from his work. “Yes. It seems we will just have to wait a little longer for our new prince or princess.” He grinned from ear to ear, the excitement of having another child bubbling inside him.

“Well I certainly would hope for another male heir for Stormhold,” Lord Winters said. He smirked with an odd look in his eye. “Someone else to vie for the throne.”

Tristan’s brows drew together in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“Tradition dictates that the crown passes to the surviving male heir.” He shrugged as if he were suggesting a new trade agreement, not fratricide.

“Surviving?” Tristan gasped. “You suggest that my sons would- that if this next child is a boy that he and Dunstan-”

“Stormhold is not like the world you came from.” His tone held a venom Tristan had become quite familiar with through the years. “Who’s to say that the firstborn son is best fit to rule the kingdom? No, here it is best decided through contest and cunning which heir will make the best king.”

“I won’t allow it.”

“Not only must you allow it, but you are meant to encourage it, sir. Do you not want the best leader for the kingdom after you’re gone?”

“I am not going to encourage my children to murder each other to take my place. It’s absolutely ridiculous!” Tristan’s mind wandered back to his memory of his uncles. Primus and Septimus hated each other, as well as the other brothers they’d killed. Out of the seven, none survived each other’s ambition. How was that supposed to be the better way?

Lord Winters clicked his tongue. “Perhaps you should do your own research, Your Majesty. It’ll help you understand our ways.” He left without another word.

Tristan’s hands shook. In his seven years as king- six as a father- it never occurred to him to remember exactly how it was he became ruler of Stormhold. His mother’s brothers had wiped each other out, except for Septimus who had met his fate at the hands of evil witches. Was he really expected to force this brutal tradition upon his own children? Dunstan was barely four years old.

“This is ridiculous,” Tristan muttered to himself. He ran his fingers through his hair. “Of course, I won’t allow this. I could never.” He closed his eyes, picturing the faces of his children and the face of the baby yet to come. “But what am I going to do?”

-

Dinner was held as normal in a private room next to Tristan’s office. You’d both agreed long ago that the formal dining hall was a bit ostentatious and impractical for family meals. Here, you had a smaller table that allowed for everyone to sit near each other. It also helped you make sure that your children behaved.

“Elanor, don’t play with your food,” you scolded

“I’m not hungry.” She continued to push her vegetables around her plate with her fork. Usually, this was when Tristan would jump in with a silly voice and puppy dog eyes to convince her to eat her dinner, but he just sat across from you in silence.

“Well, if you don’t eat dinner, you won’t have enough energy for your horse riding lesson in the morning,” you said, “I’ll just have to tell the stablemen-”

“Look at that, I’m starving!” She exclaimed and began to gobble down her meal.

“Not too fast, darling. I don’t want you to choke.” You laughed. Tristan, still, remained quiet. You leaned over the table and whispered playfully. “You know, children, I’m willing to guess that Mrs. Wilbury has some cookies stashed away somewhere. If you ask her really nicely she might even help you find them.”

“Cookies!” Dunstan squealed, running out the door, followed by his sister.

You faced your husband. “Alright, out with it. What’s troubling you?”

He finally looked up from his plate, eyes locking with yours. “What? Nothing.”

“Tristan,” you stood slowly, feeling the weight of your belly try to push you back down. You walked to his side of the table and put a hand on his shoulder. “I know when something is wrong.”

“I just-” He took a deep breath. “I had a stressful day, that’s all.”

“It was Winters, wasn’t it?”

“You know, Lord Winters is a very trusted and-and reliable-”

“Lord Winters is insufferable and you think so too,” You snickered, running your fingers through his brown locks. “I should have him beheaded. I’m pretty sure I can do that.”

“That’s a terrible thing to say.” Tristan tried to sound angry, but he just ended up laughing. He took your hands in his and looked into your eyes. There- in the glimmer of his eye and the slight mischievous turn of his smile- you saw the boy you fell in love with.

“Very well. If you aren’t going to tell me, then I am going to call it an early night,” You said. You leaned down and kissed his forehead. “The children have been begging for you to tell them a story anyway. Apparently, you do better voices than I do.” You both chuckled until you winced, your hand falling to your belly.

“What is it?”

You breathed deeply. “Nothing. He’s just a fighter, this one.”

Tristan paused. “H-he?”

“Just a feeling.” You shrugged with a smirk, stealing a bit of his bread before heading back to your quarters.

“Papa, you’re going to tell us a story!” Dunstan yelled, running back into the room with a fistful of sweets.

Tristan put aside his worries and smiled. Elanor jumped into his lap and Dunstan began to tug on his arm.

“Alright, which one would you like to hear tonight?”

“Captain Shakespeare!”

“Meeting mother!”

“Crossing the wall!”

Tristan laughed heartily and carried his children to their rooms to tell them the story of all three.

-

The idea of the king and queen sleeping in separate rooms was entirely ignored. Either you were in his room or he was in yours. Tonight, when Tristan entered his room, he shouldn’t have jumped so high when he saw you sitting up in his bed.

“Heavens,” he exclaimed. He even had to stop and catch his breath for a moment. “I thought you’d be in your room, asleep.”

“And I figured you would try and avoid me for the rest of the night, so I decided to sleep in here.” You smiled coyly. He pursed his lips and sat at the end of the bed to remove his boots. Rather than join you in bed, however, he walked to the window and looked at the sky.

“Sometimes I still think I’m just that shop boy from Wall and all of this is just a wonderful dream,” He mused. With a fair amount of effort, you climbed out of bed and joined him.

“Tristan, darling, what is it?” You laid your head on his shoulder, lacing your fingers with his.

“One moment I think I understand everything and the next I feel like it’s the night of coronation and I have no idea what I’m doing.” He turned to face you, taking your other hand and bringing them both to his lips. “Lord Winters reminded me of a terrible tradition.”

You huffed. “That man-”

“Do you remember my mother’s family?” He asked suddenly.

“I mean, I remember what I was told about them.”

“All of her brothers died. That’s why I became king. They murdered each other for the throne. Their father did the same to his brothers before him. Lord Winters said that if this child is a son…” He trailed off, returning his gaze to the stars.

You couldn’t hold back your laughter. He gave you a look of confusion, but you just kept laughing.

“That’s what you’ve been worried about?” You snorted. “Lord Winters told you that ‘tradition dictates our sons must fight to the death for the throne’ and you think that means something?”

“Of course it means something!” He said, sounding mildly defensive. “It’s tradition.”

“You’re the king! Make a new one!” You put your hands on either side of his face. “Darling, traditions change. There are other ways for the crown to be passed down. The fact that this has haunted you all day just shows that you are not just a kind and loving father, but a kind and loving king. We’ll figure it out.”

“What if it isn’t that simple? What if there’s some kind of curse and all but one of them has to-”

You interrupted him with a kiss.

“We’ll figure that out too. We have- if you recall- fought far worse.” You gave him a reassuring smile. “Everything is going to be fine.”

Worry slowly disappeared from his face, replaced with the same adoration he always looked at you with. His lips connected with yours once again, his hands moving to caress your baby bump.

A pain shot through you. You jerked back, looking at him with as calm of an expression as you could muster.

“I-I think it might be time.”

His eyes went as wide as saucers.

“Right now?”

“Yes, dear, right now.”

He helped you back to the bed, wincing at your pained groan. He held onto you with panic in his face.

“The doctor, darling, we need to fetch the doctor.”

“Right. Yes. Okay.” After two children, one would think he would feel less flustered. He started towards the door, but doubled back, pressing a kiss to your lips. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You beamed. The sweet moment was cut off by another groan.

“I’ll be back in a moment, darling.” He assured you and took off into the hallway.

[gar-trek]

please share what you have to say about food cubes!!

I was feeling a little apprehensive about releasing the TOS Food Document™ because it is so damn long…. But since you asked anon

DISCLAIMER:

This is focused solely on food as it appears in the original series. Whatever explanation of food synthesizer/replicator that may come in later series does to apply here. I am also not a Star Trek expert. I’m sure there is some super fan out there who knows everything there is to know about food in TOS, but that person is not me. This is just my thoughts as I’ve observed instances where food is shown or mentioned in TOS. If my thought process is flawed, or I make some claims that don’t really make sense, I am sorry. The food canon is very complicated and vague, so this is me just trying my best to make sense of it. I’d also like to mention I did not explicitly cover the meal scene in What Are Little Girls Made Of? Or the ice cream scene from And The Children Shall Lead, but I do make reference to them. I’m sure there are other food scenes I didn’t get to cover here, so if I’m missing a few pieces, I’m sorry.

Anyway… let’s get into it!

The original series, food, and other things that keep me up at night

I don’t care about continuity or plot holes in Star Trek: The Original Series, and if I did, I think the show would become rather unwatchable. It’s not about what happens to get us from plot point A to B, but more important that we do get there (ie, who cares how or why Spock’s brain has been removed from his body, it’s more important that we do get it back inside).

This being said, there is one aspect to TOS that baffles me to no end, and its something I just cannot overlook: the food. Food, the entire concept of it as it appears in TOS haunts me. Each time they show or mention food it makes less and less sense. It’s a never-ending nightmare and I spend every day trying to understand what goes on in the Enterprise Cafeteria. Today I would like to explore a couple food instances on TOS, and hopefully make a little sense of what is happening.

The first chilling incident: The Man Trap (S1E2) - Rand is a thief

In this episode, we see Yeoman Rand on her way to deliver Sulu his meal. She is carrying a tray of colored food cubes (which is what I will be referring to them as here, because there is no official name) and what we can assume to be some kind of alien variant of celery (earth celery with some red crap stuck on top). While waiting for the turbo lift, Rand eats one of the celery sticks intended for Sulu. My question is why. Like literally why does this happen. Sulu never mentions it (maybe he doesn’t notice). She never mentions it to him, which means we can assume she doesn’t want him to know. So why is Rand stealing food? Does she not get enough to eat? Is the limits for how much you get to eat on the Enterprise that strict you need to turn to thievery to get a proper meal? and if that the case, she’s shorting Sulu on his allotted food. In this same scene, we see Ensign Green (who is really a salt-sucking monster) make a grab for the tray as if he too is going to steal Sulu’d food. However, Rand slaps his hand away and asks “who do you think you are?”, a hypocritical statement considering Rand is also in the act of stealing food. So Rand, I must pose the same question to you. This scene has no resolution, so any interpretation is up to the viewer. Whether you think Rand's actions make her a girlboss or a thief, is up to you, however, one thing is undeniably true: Rand eats food off other people's plates.

Other food-related things of note in this episode is that Sulu sprinkles salt on the celery sticks. This means they are either bland or that's just his personal taste. Also, when Rand gives him his tray, he says “may the great bird of the galaxy bless your planet” and this has nothing really to do with food, I just thought it was kind of badass.

(Sulu’s food tray with 3 celery instead of 4 because Rand ate one)  

Incident two: Charlie X (S1E3) - synthetic meatloaf

In Charlie X, we see Captain Kirk make this comment in passing:

“Today on earth it is Thanksgiving, if the crew has to eat synthetic meatloaf I want it to look like turkey.”

This statement leaves us with a couple undeniable truths:

1. Meatloaf is a meal option on the Enterprise.

2. It is synthetic, meaning the meatloaf may not contain any meat at all.

3. It is not shaped like turkey, but it is possible to do so.

if the meatloaf served on the Enterprise is synthetic, then it very well could be made out of the same stuff the colored food cubes are made out of. Also, (and this is pure speculation so take it with a grain of salt) since we never hear anyone refer to the colored food cubes by name, they could literally be the “synthetic meatloaf” that Kirk is referring to here. In this case, the term synthetic meatloaf would not mean a synthetic version of the popular American dish meatloaf but instead loafs of synthetic meat. Since we do not know exactly what synthetic meat looks like, it very well could be brightly colored cubes.

In either case, Kirk is asking them to turn synthetic food from one shape to another. We understand this is possible through the food synthesizer, however, if all the food they eat on the Enterprise is synthetic anyway, then why did Kirk specifically mention synthetic meatloaf in the shape of turkey? would the turkey not instead be made out of synthetic turkey? why must the synthetic turkey be made specifically out of meatloaf? isn’t every single food that comes out of the food synthesizer made out of the same thing? It would have made more sense for Kirk to say “it's thanksgiving so can you made the food synthesizers produce turnkey?”. However, Kirk is like, a really cool guy, so it is possible that the meatloaf comment is just a fun joke. Either way, we know that synthetic meatloaf is a standard menu item on the enterprise, yet we have never seen anyone consume it.

Incident 3: The Corbomite Maneuver (S1E11) - Green leaves

In this episode, Kirk goes in for a physical, and Doctor McCoy reports that the captain is 2 pounds overweight. In response to this, the Doctor changes the captain's dietary card to help him lose a little wight (🙄). We later see the captain served a “dietary salad” in place of his usual meals. The existence of dietary salad is interesting for many reasons. Most importantly, we understand that dietary salad is somehow better for you than what is usually served on the Enterprise. It most likely has a lower caloric intake than say, colored food cubes. However, as discussed before, most if not all the food on the Enterprise is synthetic. If the food is created, and not naturally made, then one can assume its caloric value can be controlled. Would it not be possible to make a lower-calorie version of colored food cubes? one would assume that the cubes are made to have the perfect amount of nutrients to satisfy yet keep humans a healthy weight if they are in fact a form of synthetic man-made food. How would the captain overeat, if portions are pre-determined by dietary cards? Is Kirk somehow going rouge and consuming food that is not created by the food synthesizer (the captain's secret cookie stockpile??).

The existence of this salad also begs another question: is it synthetic as well, or are they growing fresh salad on the Enterprise? We do know that they are able to grow things on the ship, however, there has never been any discussion of growing crops specifically for consumption. If this is the case though, it may explain why we often see crew members eating celery sticks. Perhaps things like celery sticks and dietary salads are grown on the Enterprise, but all other food is synthetically created. In which case, who’s job is it to harvest food and prepare it for meals? Did Rand have to put that dietary salad together all on her own?

One more interesting point about the Salad: When Kirk first receives it, he asks

“what in the devil is this? Green leaves?”

which prompts Rand to explain that it’s a salad. It is very possible that Kirk genuinely has no idea what a salad is. He may have never had one, nor heard of the food in his entire life. Later we see him eat the salad with his hands, which further proves the point that captain kirk doesn't know what salad is. Why captain Kirk would somehow have no knowledge of salad is up to speculation.

Incident 4: The conscience of the king (S1E14) - Cry over spilled milk 

In this episode, Lieutenant Riley is served colored food cubes and a glass of what appears to be milk. There isn’t much of significance here, other than the fact we know it is possible to get a glass of milk with your meal on the Enterprise. Unlike Sulu, Riley doesn’t have any celery sticks but seems to have a larger serving of colored food cubes as compensation. We also learn that milk is served in a large glass, something that seems very impractical on a starship.

Riley proves my point moments later when he spills milk on a control panel and shatters the glass. This begs the question, who is going to clean that up?

Incident 5: Tomorrow is Yesterday (S1E20) - Chicken noodle soup

In this episode, the Enterprise accidentally beams a 60′s army man abroad their ship (for the second time). This random chad ensign asks the man if he’s hungry because he’s a troll I guess and he wanted to flex their cool future food machine. The army captain guy is like sure, I could go for some chicken soup right now (a very natural response to being beamed onto a spaceship for the first time). Chad ensign has like three cards in front of him, and I guess one of them just happens to be chicken soup because he puts it in the machine and the soup appears. Grant it, we never actually get to see the soup with out own eyes, but the army captain does seem to be pretty convinced that it is chicken soup just by the smell. This opens up a couple possibilities:

-The food synthesizer can make almost anything you want, and the card is maybe like a very broad category, like a dinner card, and when you put it in you can pick any dinner food you’d like.

or

-The food synthesizer can only make what is specific to each card, and the ensign just got extremely lucky and happened to have a card that was the exact food the army captain wanted.

More evidence, which we will go over later, points more towards the theory that one card is equal to one specific type of food. In this case, it is unclear how the synthesizer food cards are distributed, or how you get your pick of what food you would like. It is also more likely that options would be limited. This does make sense, however, it makes this scene very confusing, as, as I’ve pointed out, the ensign had a very limited number of cards, but exactly what the captain had asked for. Pure luck? what mind game was that Chad ensign trying to play with the poor man who was abducted from earth... we will never know.

One more very interesting thing is established here: The transporter room has a food synthesizer. Why this is is purely up to speculation. In my mind, having a food synthesizer in the transporter room would be like having a full kitchen where you park your car. Seems pretty useless, but maybe the guys in the transporter room requested easy access to snacks? Why the transporter room would get this special privilege is again, up to speculation.

Incident 6: Space Seed (S1E23) - Dinner with Khan

In Space Seed a special dinner is put together to welcome Khan onto the Enterprise. We see that they are being served colored food cubes and celery sticks. Doctor McCoy walks into the dining room and comments about how the display is “very impressive”. However, this seems like a very unusual comment considering we are shown the only food we have ever seen consumed on the Enterprise. What exactly makes this food “impressive” as compared to other celery sticks and colored food cubes? Is there some way to tell this particular food is better that we don’t know about, but is obvious to everyone on the Enterprise?

There is also a chance that Doctor McCoy is just very easily impressed with food, and upon seeing any food spread he is likely to comment in wonder. Note the way Scotty is looking at McCoy. His face is a mixture of confusion, judgment, and pity. Perhaps Scotty is thinking to himself “bruh, it’s literally just colored food cubes chill out man,”. There is no explanation as to why Scotty is giving McCoy such a look, so this very well could be the case. Even though it is a silly explanation, I don’t think it should be ruled out that one of McCoy’s personality traits is being overly excited about food of any kind.  

Incident 7: Journey to Babel (S2E10) Party food

Much like in Space Seed, in this episode, we get to see a meal put together for a special occasion. All the diplomates are getting down at a mixer where a spread of food has been provided. These snacks seem very similar to colored food cubes, however I do think they differ. They may be the same type of food, but different in some way. In which case colored food cubes is an overarching category of food, and here we see two different types. The smaller more brightly colored cubes can be put in drinks, though if this is what you are supposed to do with them, or just the preference of that one alien species I do not know. Though I must point out, we have seen colored food cubes served in brown sauce in What are Little Girls Made Of? (S1E8) so it is not completely unheard of to have your colored food cubes served soggy.

The other type of colored food cubes we see are a lot larger and more pair shaped (in reality, they probably were just skinned pairs dipped in food coloring, but for this essay, it’s important that we completely ignore the fact there is another life outside of Star Trek). Now to me, these are very interesting, because the dull color and apparent texture are a lit more similar to standard colored food cubes we have seen thus far. I would even go o far to say that this is the same exact food, just sans the cubed shape. So really, standard colored food cubes are just the cubed version of whatever this food is. This, again, is just speculation, but it does point us to the fact that colored food cubes are not naturally cubed (I’m going somewhere with this is promise)

Incident 8: The Trouble With Tribbles (S2E15) The trouble with Chicken sandwichs

Here we see Kirk attempting to order a chicken sandwich and coffee. What he gets instead is a plate full of tribbles,  hilarity ensues. I think this scene is interesting because we can add to our list of food items that are on the menu at the enterprise cafeteria: chicken sandwich. However, this is another food item we do not see. There is no way of knowing if the Enterprise's version of a chicken sandwich is what we would imagine a chicken sandwich to be. Much like the meatloaf and the soup, because we do not see it, there is no way of knowing if the food exists in the way that we as 21st-century people understand it. The events of TOS take place more than 200 years in our future, so to speculate that food could change a lot during that time isn’t a stretch. I don’t know, just some food for thought (lol)

Incident 9: By Any Other Name (S2E22) Living deliciously

In this episode, an alien taking the form of a human enjoys some colored food cubes. He makes a comment about how they are good they are while enthusiastically eating his food. This is a very important moment because it tells us that colored food cubes do taste good. In fact, they taste really good. Just before he eats, the alien comments on how humans could just take pills that give them all their nutrient needs and give up food completely (think the Jetsons cartoon). On the Enterprise, they do not eat just to live, but because they enjoy their food as well. This tells us that colored food cubes are at the very least, worth eating, and at the best, very delicious.

One more interesting thing: Spock is eating some kind of soup while everyone else enjoys colored food cubes. This could be a Vulcan preference, however, we know that Spock is vegetarian. This could be alluding to the fact that Colored Food Cubes are made out of meat.

Conclusion:

Yes, I asked a lot more questions than I answered. There are some things that make absolutely no sense to me, primarily, the food synthesizer and diet cards. Some evidence points to the fact that the food synthesizer can make practically anything (see Tomorrow is Yesterday, And the Children Shall Lead). However, one dietary card is equal to one specific food, which would mean they would have to produce a lot of these dietary cards if there is many meal options. How these cards are distributed, and what their limitations are, we do not know. And although we do not know the limits of what the food synthesizer can create, we do know these food have been served on the enterprise at least at one point:

-colored food cubes (variety)

-celery

-synthetic meatloaf

-synthetic turkey (Thanksgiving Special)

-Dietary Salad

-Milk

-Chicken Soup

-Chicken Sandwich

-Mystery Soup

-Ice cream (variety of flavors)

All of this food (except for maybe the dietary salad and celery) are synoptically created, so what they are actually made up of, I cannot say.

And finally, I would like to make a point about the colored food cubes. I think upon first inspection one would assume colored food cubes is a dish created specifically for space travel (think the food created for modern-day astronauts to consume in space). However, we learned that there is possibly a variety of colored food cube dishes. Since there is such a wide variety of food on the Enterprise, why would they also need to create a food specifically for space travel? I think that colored food cubes are actually a common dish, not intended specifically for space travel. Perhaps it was an alien food that got popular on earth, maybe it was a dish developed later in Earth's history by humans. I can only speculate, but I do think it is more than just boring space food. Everyone seems to have a preference for it, so I think it’s a dish you can eat over and over again and not get sick of. What colored food cubes taste like is completely up to speculation, but I would assume they are a savory food, considering we often see people enjoying them for their main meal.

I still have more to say, but for the sake of everyone, I’ll end it there. This was a lot of thought dumping, so if some of the things I said made no sense at all, I’m sorry. I’d love to hear some of your thoughts on TOS food! please share with me what you think colored food cubes would taste like :)

[father-time-and-baby-new-year]

M-more armin vs eren drabbles please

WC: 3.2k

Title: Melted Candles

Warnings: possessive behavior, cheating, armin x reader x eren, obsession, unhealthy relationships. manipulator armin & toxic eren.

You’re fidgeting with the hem of your short dress that your loving boyfriend bought you, nursing a drink, and half-heartedly scrolling through your phone.

Sitting on the olive couch alone as the musings of a party transpire, you eye the big and colorful banner sporting the words “Happy 20th Birthday Eren!”.

“It’s like Eren to be late to his own birthday party huh?”

A smooth, gentle voice breaks you out of your trance. You turn sideways to face Armin Arlert, a pretty boy with short-cropped blond hair and wide oceanic eyes. He’s all dressed up in a deep grey turtleneck, navy dress pants, and an expensive Omega watch on his wrist.

You must have looked frightened because he chuckles as he takes a seat next to you, a respectful distance away, “Sorry. Didn’t mean to startle you. Are you having fun?”

“Uh well it’s a surprise party, it’s not like Eren knows he’s supposed to be here.” You have an immediate desire to slap a hand over your mouth after the words spillover. You wince, not entirely in love with the fact that it was your first instinct to defend Eren.

If you had been more observant, you would have noticed the corners of his lips flick upwards in amusement. But Armin is observant enough for the both of you. He notes the color of embarrassment in your cheeks and continues the subject with ease.

“Ah, yeah. That’s right. Eren hates celebrating his birthday, but they're always a good excuse to get everyone together" He pauses before grinning so wide it doesn't look genuine, "-maybe this is more for us than him.”.

There’s an underlying tension in his words you can’t make heads and tails off. It reminds you of how truly little you knew of Eren's very own best friend.

You smile brightly, channeling all the optimism you could into changing the topic: “Everyone’s trying their best today! Sasha did all the catering and managed to leave the cake perfectly alone even though it’s her favorite flavor. She has the patience of a saint today.”

As if on cue, there’s a commotion in the background. Jean yells at Sasha, “Don’t finish all the lemon-pepper wings Potato Girl!”

Armin laughs and it's a pretty sound, a sound that reminds you of a bell chime. Unconsciously, he shifts closer to you, knees knocking into yours.

“Yeah, you’re right. Connie's even hosting it, and he let us decorate his man cave."

You look at the streamers and balloons, and Armin follows your eyes.

“You did a great job decorating.”

You blush, “It was honestly a team effort. Mikasa did way more, I promise.”

“So humble”, he teased. As he smooths his slacks, your eyes can’t help but fall on the shine of the silver band on his slender finger, an engagement ring.

“Annie couldn’t make it today?” There’s a flash of a grimace on his face but he schools his features right away.

“She doesn’t really like parties,” he laughs softly, “She’s like Eren in that way.”

“Oh,” you paused. He was clearly hiding something but it wasn’t in your place to pry. You didn’t know much about Annie. In fact, you were a little intimidated by her icy demeanor and arctic eyes. It amused you at first when you learned she was Armin’s partner.

Opposites must attract, because where Annie was the cold seeping into your bones, Armin was a furnace radiating warmth.

There wasn’t much more to say with the conversation heading to a peaceful silence, until his arms lightly touch yours, “I’m really glad you came.”

His fingertips graze the sleeve of your dress.

You flush, “Well, I wouldn’t be a very good girlfriend if I didn't come to his birthday party.”

The pretty blond clicks his tongue, “I suppose.” He inhales, thumbs swiping the rim of his glass, “You’re too good for him. Do you know that?”

To say you were surprised would be an understatement. You don’t have a response ready but Armin continues, “I love Eren of course. Been friends with him since we were children but-” Deep sigh, “I feel like I barely know him anymore. No one knows him anymore.”

In a small voice, you squeak “I do.” But the unsureness of your tone made your words seem like it was a question.

Armin smiles, one that’s filled with mirth.

Boldly, he squeezes your thigh, the flesh right below where your dress ends, “You deserve better.” His oceanic eyes seem darker under the dim lighting.

Why weren’t you moving away? Were you letting his hand itch closer to roaming the softness underneath silky fabric?

You swivel your head around, praying no one is seeing anything. Thankfully everyone was too swept up in their own conversations. As if to soothe you, his hands draw circles on the soft pliant skin, “Don’t worry, no one can see us.”

The ring glints harshly. Admittedly, Eren’s soft-spoken best friend is just a little attractive. You didn’t always think to see him this way, but Armin changed, and all the general anxiety he possessed matured into a quiet confidence.

He reminds you of Eren in that way. But still, you're at crossroads here. Is Armin making a move on you? Is he warning you? Should you even be here right n-

Your internal monologue is interrupted by Mikasa clapping her hands, and then putting a finger on her lips, “We’re going to turn off the lights, ok? They’ll be here in a few minutes. When Eren starts coming in, yell surprise.” Armin hand’s leave your legs, the warmth gone.

“Oy, oy, oy. Don’t we need a signal?” Connie asks, confusion apparent on his face.

“Jesus Connie, if you can’t even figure this out, what are we going to do with you?” quips Jean.

Mikasa shakes her head.

Sasha lightly punches her best friend, “It’s okay Coomer, just follow my lead.”

“How will that work since you’re stupider than me?” The hazel eyed boy asks, voice dripping in concern. “Eh?” Sasha replies with an equally concerned tone.

Mikasa pinches the bridge of her nose, “I’m going to turn the light off now.”

Eren would be here soon. You barely register Armin putting his arm around the couch, not around you per se, but the proximity was close enough to send your heart racing.

In the switch of a light, the room was engulfed in darkness and excited giggles that Mikasa promptly hushed. And then was just the sound of breathing. You could hear yours and you could hear Armin’s.

Softly, the blond uttered, “I’m going to do something I’ve always wanted to do.” You could feel featherlight fingers tilting your jaw, and capturing your pillowy lips.

The doorknob rattled. Soon after, light from the hallway trickled in. A still moment. As soon as the kiss started, it ended. A flash of light exploded before your eyes and a cacophony of people yelling Surprise! rang out.

At the center of attention was Eren Yeager, who...did not look surprised at all. His eyes were not even adjusting to the light the way yours was. A tall redhead accompanied him, someone who you vaguely recognize as Floch.

The birthday boy was clad in a white button-up, sleeves rolled to his elbows and the top button was unfastened. His dress pants were slim-fitting and black.

The green-eyed boy’s face was devoid of expression. In comparison to his stoic nature, you thought your heart was going to explode.

Wryly Armin says, “Oh look, your boyfriend has arrived.” As if on cue, Eren’s eyes locked with yours.

At that moment, there were too many things to process.

Luckily, Eren was surrounded by a small crowd of his closest friends. You could hear Jean cackle, “Come on! You’re not even surprised.”

You turned your head to face the boy who took advantage of the darkness, a scarlet blush staining your face, “Why did you-?!”

He gazed at you with shining eyes like he had found clarity, not even bothering to feign guilt. With agility only he had, he took your palm in his, “I know you used to like me.”

Blood rushing in your ears, you tear your hands “What are you doing? Eren’s right there. Don’t touch me.” You hissed, scooting away for good measure.

“You didn’t deny what I said.” The blond pointed out calmly, “Yeager is no good for you. He keeps you in the dark about his life and he’s certainly not loyal..”

“I-I can’t deal with this. I never expected this from you Armin.” You shot up from the couch, trepidation filling your nerves, “Now if you excuse me, I’m going to greet my boyfriend.” You uttered the last word with as much hostility you could muster.

Mikasa had her arms wrapped around Eren. Which was fine. They’re best friends. They’ve known each other far longer than you knew him. He thinks of her as a sister.

He thinks of her as a sister.

You walked over, looming behind them. Most of the crowd had dispersed, with only Eren and the Ackerman girl lost in their own world.

What is wrong with you? You scold yourself. You didn’t usually think like this.

“[Y/N]”

Eren noticed you right away, and Mikasa turned around to face you.

“Sorry [y/n], didn’t mean to take so much of his time from you.” The dark-haired girl smiled apologetically.

You could feel guilt gnaw at you, how could you ever suspect her? She waved to Eren, and warmly thanked you, “You did so much of the planning. Thank you.” And before you could reply, she left.

That left you alone with the man himself. “Hi.” You said shyly. He smirked, “Hi babe. Long time no see huh.”

His viridian eyes slowly roamed your appearance, head to toe. You blushed under his stare as they paused longer than necessary on the dip of your neckline, and the expanse of legs not covered by the silk dress.

“So you did all this?” He teased, vaguely gesturing to the string lights, and hanging paper flowers.

He steps closer to you until he’s just a breath away. “Hardly. Just helped out wherever I could.” You whisper.

He hugs you, his tall frame enveloping yours. You feel so safe, pressed against his chest, as his arms compass the slight of your back.

His cologne is your favorite. Subtle, and intoxicating with thick notes of spice. You sniff something else, something overpoweringly distinct.

Still enclosed in his arms, you look up to him, “Did you drink?”

He takes a step back, still wrapping an arm to your waist, “I met up with Zeke. He offered me a drink.”

“Zeke?” You questioned, “You visited your brother?”

Eren was privy to sharing details about his life and you knew virtually next to nothing about Zeke, his half-brother he came recently in contact with.

He kisses the top of your head, and you can feel the loose strands that escaped his bun tickle your face, “It’s nothing to worry your pretty little head about.”

He keeps you in the dark about his life.

“You were cozying up with Armin on that couch, weren’t you?” His tone is light, containing a thinly veiled accusation.

You laugh it off, hoping he wouldn’t notice how tense you suddenly got, “No, no. We were just talking. I was sure I was going to kill myself out of boredom just waiting for you.”

Snuggling closer to him, you stand on your tippy-toes to kiss his jawline, trying to distract him from wavering thoughts.

“Oh?” He asked, “Armin wasn’t entertaining you well enough? Well, he does have a tendency to babble about nothing.”

As he talked, you had a feeling he wasn’t really looking at you, but rather peering straight behind you.

An uneasy feeling fills your lungs, “Um Eren, let’s head to the kitchen. I can fix you a plate. Niccolo did the catering so you know it’ll be really good-”

The tall boy waved your suggestion away, “Not hungry. In fact, why don’t we head over to my best friend? I haven’t talked to him in a while.” You didn't appreciate the mocking lilt in his tone.

Before you could dissuade him, he was already pulling your wrist so you could turn, hand placed on the small of your back, leading you somewhere you definitely did not want to go.

The charming blond was still situated on the couch but this time joined by a woman who was talking rather animatedly. You vaguely recognized her by her chin-length wavy ash-colored locks. Hitch.

“-Annie is so lucky! Jesus, I can’t believe you guys are engaged! And Marlowe still hasn’t worked up the nerve to-”

Eren coughed, asserting his presence. Two pairs of eyes flitted upwards. Hitch sighed dramatically, “Well if it isn’t the birthday boy. The big 2-0. You’re not a teen anymore Yeager. Think you’re ready for the adult world?”

Your boyfriend, who was never one for false pretenses and small talk, ignored her question entirely, “Hello Hitch. If you don’t mind, I would like to catch up with Armin here.”

The woman rolled her eyes, “Guess that’s my cue to leave.” As she stood up, she looked back and forth between the boys, noting the animosity that seemed to permeate the air as they burned holes into each other.

“Why are the vibes so tense? The energies you two are radiating...is reminiscent of a pissing contest”

Without really intending to, you let out a chuckle, attracting the attention of the three people around you.

Hitch’s eyes softened, “[Y/n], I haven’t seen you in a minute. Let’s go do shots with Mina and Hanna.”

Eren’s grip on you tightened, “She’s staying right here Hitch. Enjoy yourself though”

“Funny, I don’t recall asking you. Your girlfriend can’t speak for herself?”

“Uhm, thanks for the offer Hitch but no thank you, I’m not really in the mood to drink right now.” You chuckle nervously, flashing a big enough smile that will ascertain that everything is okay.

Hitch shrugs, “Suit yourself”, and proceeds to walk away.

“Well, I suppose I have to thank you for driving her away. She’s quite...talkative.” Armin breaks the silence. He addresses you both but his eyes are trained on you, “Back already [y/n]?” An easy smile spreads across his face.

You don't look at Eren’s face to gauge his reaction, but you notice how the hand around your waist squeezes almost painfully. The boys stand up to shake hands. Armin gestures for the two of you to sit but the dark-haired boy waves it away, “We prefer to stand.”

The blond gazes between the two of you questioningly but seemingly accept Eren’s response, “Okay then. Guess I’ll stand too.”

“Where’s Annie? Trouble brewing in paradise?”

Armin’s smile hardens, “Don’t know how you’d assume that. She’s just not here.”

Unease pinpricks at you. You could feel trepidation in the air.

“What a shame. Doesn’t Annie like me?” Eren taunts before delivering a line you didn’t expect, “I recall a time where she liked me much more than you actually.”

Surprise is an understatement for how you feel. You didn’t even want to register the implication of his statement. Did Eren and Annie have a past? You lightly touch Eren’s arm in a hint of a warning, “Eren-”

The blond shakes his head, “You’re really something else, you know? Talking about another woman so brazenly in front of your girlfriend? Are you projecting your insecurity onto me since you know” he tilts his head in your direction, “[y/n] liked me first?”

You fluster immediately, jaw-dropping slightly. It was true. You did have a rather big crush on the intelligent blond boy who sat next to you in a class that bored you to sleep. But there was nothing between you two beyond a handful of platonic study dates from when you were freshmen!

Too many moving variables. He was dating Annie and not being the homewrecker type, tried to squash the interest you had. Besides, you were planning to drop that class anyways, and in a twist of fate, it was Armin who had inadvertently introduced you to Eren.

Also, how did that damn Arlert know and why was he bringing it up today of all days?!

Your boyfriend sneers, “Does that really matter when she’s with me? When she’s dating me. And. Not. You.” He punctures the last words out.

“Uhm, I’m right here-” You finally find your voice, “And I’m not really comfortable with being discussed like this.”

Armin’s eyes find yours, “Of course. Sorry [Y/n]. It’s super disrespectful of me-”

Eren cuts in with words heavier than bullets, “Shut the fuck up. Always desperate to play the white knight in shining armor aren’t you? Your duplicity makes me sick.”

As if sensing an oncoming attack, Eren pivots away from you, creating some distance.

Armin closes the gap between himself and the dark-haired boy and bunches Eren’s collar in his fist, “You don’t know how to treat people, you know that? So full of yourself that you think basic decency has an ulterior motive.”

Eren’s eyes dance with mirth, “There’s always an ulterior motive with you, isn’t there though?”. He forcefully shoves his friend, sending Armin stumbling a few steps backward, “You really like pretending you’re one of the good guys when your hands are blood-stained like the rest of us.

You can hear the blood rushing in your ear and you attempt to get in the middle of the impending conflict but Eren grabs your arm with a painful force. He growls,“Step back”. You obey.

“Don’t touch her touch like that.” Armin snarls.

“She’s my fucking girlfriend. I’ll touch her however I want. By the way, just because your little fiance is giving you a hard time doesn’t give you the right to leer at what’s mine.”

At this point you realize you come to your senses, and you leave the area quickly to get help. You scan the area around looking for Mikasa. She’s reliable and always knows what to do. You try to calm your panicked heart.

Gaining speed, you nearly fall by running into someone in the long hallway. Thankfully, the good samaritan is able to catch you in time, holding your shoulders in a firm but comforting grip.

You look up, eager to thank the man who caught you. Mullet. Tall. Slight scruff at the chin. You recognize him right away.

“Woah y/n, what are you running for?” He asks in amusement but one look at your teary eyes has him instantly concerned, “Hey, hey. Are you okay?”

“I-uh,” You’re blubbering, “Armin and Eren are acting kinda strange--I think Mikasa should calm them down.”

Jean’s eyebrows are furrowed, “Strange how? She stepped out so she’s not here right now.” You bite your lips, wondering how you were going to explain the situation.

Jean grabs your shoulder, “Hey, don’t worry. I’ll settle this. Can you take me to them?”

You nod, supremely grateful to have Jean in your corner. As you guys take a turn to the living room, you hear the excruciating sound of glass breaking. “Shit!” Jean curses.

In the middle of the living room stood Eren and Armin like centerpieces, beating the ever-living shit out of each other. You couldn’t see much beyond the fact Armin was throwing punches left and right, landing some but Eren was able to dodge most.

As you move to run forward, Jean grabs you, “No. Stop. There’s glass everywhere. You’re going to get hurt.”

You’re incredulous, “I can’t just let them hurt each other!”

Jean merely looks at you with a look of pity,

[aetheternity]

Can I have your number?

Synopsis: Armin’s always being asked by shy pretty girls for Eren’s number at parties to the point where when you ask for his number he doesn’t know how to respond. (Italicized words are Armin’s thoughts.)

“Why me?” Armin shrugs his cotton blue hoodie off his shoulders. Fingers grazing over the zipper in earnest contemplation. “Why don’t they ever just go right to him?” 

“I’m sorry to be the one to break this to you, Armin.” Connie begins, finger tracing over the rim of his partially empty glass. “Well actually I’m not. You’re the approachable friend because Eren is so tall and sexy; and you’re puppy cute.” 

“Puppy cute.” Armin spits, eyes uncharacteristically narrowing. 

Sasha plucks the glass from Connie’s hand, “That’s enough outta you.” She huffs pulling the drink far from Connie’s reach. “Sorry Armin, it’s just cause he’s drunk.” 

“But he isn’t wrong.” He replies, Sasha sighs transitioning Connie’s glass to her free hand. She tilts her head apologetically. “He isn’t wrong.” Armin repeats, rolling his eyes. 

Just as he reaches for the glass he can’t stop nursing tonight; a tap on his shoulder stops him. “Hey um..” The girl in front of him is the same as the rest. Gorgeous. Small build fitted out in a white crop top and blue skirt like she was meant to perfectly match with Armin. Her hair was short barely making it to the nape of her neck. She shifted her weight back and forth as she looked up at Armin with pinked cheeks. 

“I really hate to bother you with this..” Then don’t. “Uh..” She steps back so Armin can look out at all the loud party goers and their raucous chatter. “You’re friends with him right?” 

Through the sea of people she manages to point right at Jean. His black vest over a brown tee shirt surprisingly easy to pinpoint as he chatted away with a couple of other guys. His black fingers nails lightly tapping the edges of his glass as he laughed away without a care in the world. Loose hairs of his mullet pulled back with two black hair pins while the rest of his hair was perfectly gelled. 

“Yeah.” Armin replied with a small roll of his eyes. 

“Do you think maybe.. I can have his number?” 

Armin suppresses the urge to snort. “Do you have a pen?” He asks

Sasha ends up being the one that hands one to him and he quickly scribbles Jean’s number onto a piece of paper. He hands it over and she responds with a quick, ‘thank you’ taking her leave as quickly as possible. 

“Woah.. Forgot how bitchy you can be when you’ve had a few.” Sasha giggles though unlike the girl from before Armin’s glare does nothing to sway her. 

“Did I forget to mention sometimes Jean’s girls come to me too?” He sighed

Connie had managed to grab a new glass while Sasha had fallen distracted. He lifted a bottle of vodka over the edge of the counter top, sloppily pouring a bit of it over his hand and onto the table before properly settling into an easy rhythm. 

“No more! I’m serious Connie, you’ve had enough and you’re starting to get vulgar.” She snatched the glass just before he could drink from it, pushing it far away from his grasp. 

“You bitch I have not!” He argues, it takes a second for him to register from the wide eyed expressions surrounding him just how loud and crass he’d been. “Alright I’m sorry.. please take me home.” 

Sasha nods, slapping Connie’s back as she inches him off the stool and to his feet, “Hey I know you’re tired of taking messages tonight but could you maybe..”

“Tell Jean you’re taking Connie home? Sure why the fuck not?” 

Armin sighs wrapping his hand around his own glass before it’s snatched from his palm, “You’ve had enough to.” Sasha points “Don’t you dare have another sip tonight.” And with that she’s stumbling through the crowd with Connie’s arm perched over her shoulder. 

When Armin stands he almost knocks the chair over. I didn’t think I had that much.. He thinks. He yanks his hoodie from where it’s drooping through the empty back of the chair, pushing the furniture back up when it falls on him. And when he’s properly standing he takes a deep breath, staggering toward the direction the girl from before had pointed in. 

Despite how dirty it is and his knowledge of such he rests his pounding skull down on the table upon arrival. The cool wood soothing his overly warm skin. 

“Penny for your thoughts?” Jean asks as Armin exhales gingerly 

“Shut up.” He mutters 

‘Too much bourbon I see.” Jean replies 

Armin hates it. Hates this party. Hates the noise. Hates how Jean’s nails feel so good running through his sweaty blond hair. 

“Come on, talk to me.” 

“Girls think I’m the approachable friend.” Armin replies, standing up straight using the table in front of him for support. 

“Well yeah.” Jean nods “I know but that’s just cause they don’t understand how cute, nice and charming you actually are. Those girls are missing out going to Eren when the real heartthrob is right in front of them.” 

Armin snorts, “You need to stop drinking.” 

“I figured right after I called you cute.” Jean slides his glass away turning his attention back to Armin. “ But I wasn’t lying.” 

Armin shoots up, finger out towards Jean. “At least eight girls in the three hours we’ve been here have asked about Eren. Two asked about you.” 

“Do you know the names of my two?” 

“I think it was, I don’t know and the second was I don’t care.” 

“Ouch.” Jean pressed a finger to his lip, the black nail polish accented in the strobe lighting. He pressed his chin into his palm leaning in closer to Armin. “Have you ever considered changing your hair? Maybe growing it out or cutting it more?” 

“No I-” 

The terrible clatter of glasses shook Armin and Jean from their conversation. Three girls all of whom were laughing at nothing now standing in front of them. “Hey!” One greeted 

“Hello ladies.” Jean replied back while Armin gritted his teeth. 

The girl farthest away snorted, gesturing with her hands to the girl who had spoken up to begin with. “So my friends-” She quickly slapped the third girl on the back who instantly began giggling again. “I’m sorry.” 

Jean just nodded glancing at an unamused Armin. 

“You know him right?” The first girl tried immediately covering her mouth as though she’d said something completely foul. She pointed across the room at Eren who seemed completely unresponsive to a one sided conversation with a random girl. 

“Starting to wish I didn’t..” 

“Huh?!” Yelled the third girl 

“No, no..” The second girl began “It’s just cause these two like him.” The entire gaggle burst into loud giggles. All three of them pushing their hair away from their eyes and bouncing around like small children. 

When the agitating screeching died down the second girl added “We wanna see who he likes best.” She finished 

“Is he seeing anyone?” The first girl chimed in

“Not that I know of.” Armin answered 

“Do you have his number?” The third girl asked 

“I have it.” Jean responded before Armin could even create the sentence in his head. 

Jean promptly jotted the number down giving it to the first girl who didn’t hesitate in snatching it from his hand and heading off. The second girl behind her soon followed by the only one from the group that didn’t leave their manners at home. The third girl smiling with an appreciative farewell. 

Jean made a small noise in his throat, turning back to Armin with the nail of his thumb pressed under his teeth. “Maybe you should go home?.. You know what I’ll leave with you.” 

“Jean, no offense but I don’t want pity.” 

“When do you think Eren is gonna wanna leave?” 

“I don’t know.” He huffed “I’m gonna go use the bathroom.” 

He didn’t wait for Jean’s reply just grabbed his once discarded hoodie and headed through the mess of drunk partygoers towards the bathroom. He didn’t even need to actually use it. Just wanted to be out of sight of all the stupid drunk girls vying for Eren’s affections. Not even realizing that tissue has touched Eren longer than any of them will. 

The bathroom door was closed and maybe that was a good thing because it wasn’t extremely likely that Armin wouldn’t stay in there for a couple hours after the night he’s endured. He lets out a long exhale hunting around for his phone. Blond hair sticking up as he slumps against the wall. 

“Um hey.” Armin doesn’t even bother to look up. “Is someone in there?” 

“Yup.” He grunts 

Armin notes the slight shift in the person in front of him. He looks up completely unsurprised by the fleeting glance, the hands crossed behind their back and head bowed. 

“Ok.” The girl begins but by this point Armin’s attention is redirected to his phone  “My name is Y/N, I wanted to ask you if maybe I could have your number?” 

Armin blinks expression completely unchanged as she hands over her phone. He lets his eyes roll around in his head taking the device and robotically typing in Eren’s number in contacts. When he gives it back to her she lets out a little squeak of excitement. 

“I’ll call you!” She calls before running off 

Wait..  Gears turn like clockwork in his brain. Slowly but surely the situation dawns on him. His number???? Did a girl? Particularly one as cute as her ask for his number?? 

Granted he’d only seen her for a couple seconds but she was most certainly the most put together girl that had approached him tonight. Clothes neat and tidy. No flopping around like a fish out of water at any point during the conversation. Hair done in a ponytail that wasn’t begging for release from its confines. 

And he’d given her Eren’s number.. 

Shit! 

Safe to say Armin bolted. Back down the hall, leaping up to search over the crowding heads all around. Successfully getting weird stares but that was beyond his problems at the moment. Once he’d decided that she wasn’t anywhere around he sprinted through out the door and towards the stairs. 

“Wait! Wait! Wait!” He called, hearing the sound of footsteps. 

His heart collided with his ribcage, loud stomps ensuing as he sprinted around the bend at the bottom of the staircase. She was in his sights, her head turning and eyes making contact with his and just as soon his foot slipped. Body colliding with the first stair, then the second and so on till he’d successfully finished rolling down the entire flight. Slamming into the wall with a hard thud. 

“Oh my god Armin!” She settled onto her knees, reaching out for his face. Delicate palms brushing over his sore cheeks. “Are you ok? Never mind, stupid question, let me call an ambulance.” 

Blond lashes slowly fluttered close then open as she moved to pull her phone from her pocket. “Before you do.” Armin panted still working to catch his breath. “Can I give you my number? For real this time?”  

Ok so this is unedited because I think writers block is trying to take me and I’m trying my hardest to keep it at bay. I have like 5 things in the works at the moment so I really don’t need that.       

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A MEMORY | KAZ BREKKER

PART II

Fandom: Shadow and Bone

Characters: Y/N (female), Kaz Rietveld/Brekker, Jordie Rietveld (mentioned), Pekka Rollins (mentioned), Inej Ghafa and Jesper Fahey

A/N: I usually don't do oneshots out of drabble requests but sometimes it slips 🤭 I hope you like it!

Warnings: alcohol consumption, mentions of death, angst, Kaz is in his 20's because of Freddy, also I mentioned some stuff from the books even though I haven't read the books (yet) but I have researched a lot!

Summary: Y/N thought her childhood best friend died during the Plague, but after she comes back to Ketterdam, she encounters a surprise.

Word count: 1.8k

You remember trying to run after Kaz as he had been loaded to the carriage to be taken away. The authorities tried to tell you that your friend is dead, taken away by the Plague, they were holding you in place to protect you from getting infected. But you just knew he wasn’t dead. They hadn’t looked at him hard enough. You screamed at them like a banshee, making everyone know about your rage and agony, and only after the carriage was too far away for you to see, you sunk on your knees, wailing on the ground, cursing the cruel world. Kaz and his brother were taken away from your life, making you walk alone. Jordie dying was bad already, but you could have had Kaz by your side, you would have been children but you would have stayed together, survived together.

You couldn’t stay in Ketterdam after all what had happened, and found work from an elderly couple at the other side of Kerch, at a small, remote farm. You worked for them as a maid, helping with their food, crops and animals and played with their grandchildren. They were good for you, kind, caring, like your grandparents you never knew. They knew about your past, about your encounter with Pekka Rollins and how it ultimately had led to you losing the only family you ever knew, two brothers who you just had happened to run into all those years ago and immediately bonded with Kaz. How you had felt like you had a real family for the first time ever. How you had experienced your first crush with Kaz. The first boy you ever held hands with and have your heart racing, the first boy you had given a kiss on his cheek as a promise to always be with him. And how you couldn't keep that promise. They had reassured you, made you stop blaming yourself for what happened. The Plague mercilessly struck everyone it encountered, and that Kaz would be glad that you survived. It took many sleepless nights and you sleeping next to them because of nightmares, but ultimately nightmares eased out, almost stopped, and you could finally be at peace.

But after the couple had passed away after you had worked for them for over fifteen years, you left the farm. Their children tried to offer their home to you as a token of gratitude of taking so good care of them in their last years, saying that you were just as important to them as their biological grandchildren were, but you couldn’t take it. You had to face your demons from your childhood, return to Ketterdam, finally say your goodbyes and let go of Kaz and Jordie before leaving Kerch, settling to somewhere else, starting an entirely new life.

But little had you known that you’d stumble to a sign of a crow above a building - a crow that you recognized had been made from your little sketches you scribbled of crows as you and Kaz had sat at the alleyway feeding them, or at least it very much looked like that. Had someone found your sketches? So of course, you were intrigued to see what was up.

“We’re closed!” you heard a man yell as you stepped in, and you flinched in surprise.

“I’m sorry… I just wanted to ask you if-” your sentence was cut short as you saw a man with a cane approaching you, a Zemeni boy and Suli girl close behind. And the moment you saw his eyes, it struck right through you.

Kaz?

He was older, had a different posture and if you had seen him from afar, you wouldn't have recognized him, maybe been a bit intimidated. But you'd recognize those eyes anywhere. You had gotten lost in them in your childhood dream cotton candy castles so many times that you'd never forget the shape or the exact color of them. There was no mistaking it.

“Kaz?” you gasped, looking at him like you had just seen a ghost. And for a moment, you were seeing just that. He was dead. He couldn’t be there in front of you. But as much as your brains tried to scream at you that it’s just a doppelganger, that you're seeing wrong, that you had held up a hope of him surviving after all these years and you’re seeing something nonexistent, your heart punched your brain and screamed back that you’d recognize your best friend even if you were blindfolded and would have to feel his face. You had spent way too much time with him so you’d be mistaken.

“Who are you? What are you doing here at the Crow Club?” he asked, his voice had barely any emotion.

His face was stone cold as he looked at you, the warmth and friendliness long gone. The lighting was poor at the club and you could see he didn’t recognize you, or at least didn't show it if he did, so you tried to smile at him, even when your smile came out to be shaky and awkward. “Kaz, it’s me. Y/N.”

His eyes widened slightly as it struck on him too, and you couldn’t contain your smile spreading a little wider at that confirmation. It was really him.

“I thought you were dead,” you let out a choked sob and without wasting another moment, you lunged in for a hug, barely seeing how Kaz’s two companions drew out a knife and a gun at your sudden movement as a reflex, and Kaz barely had time to halt them. You had missed him so much, thinking all these years that he was dead, telling your brains over and over again that you couldn’t have done anything more, that you have to go on without him and Jordie, that you’d survive, Kaz would have wanted you to continue with your life. But still a small voice was always telling you that you should have stayed in Ketterdam, that what if Kaz had survived and had to go on without you, what if he was starving to death, scared and alone, thinking you had abandoned him.

If you only had known.

Kaz stiffened up immediately after you threw yourself on him, not even hugging you back and wriggled away from your grasp almost immediately. He stumbled to lean against the wall and didn’t even look at you, avoiding your gaze and without another word, he quickly started making his way up the stairs. The Suli girl looked at you, then at Kaz’s retreating form and back at you, slowly lowering her knife.

“You know Kaz?” she asked after a moment and you slowly nodded, still staring after your former best friend who had just disappeared through the door.

“Yeah… we were best friends as children, inseparable.” you swallowed, holding back tears, as you muttered, “He’s mad at me for abandoning him.”

The Zemeni guy with revolvers sighed, flipping the gun back to its holster as you posed no threat. “I don’t think it’s that.”

“No, you don’t understand. I… I left Ketterdam when I thought he had died. I couldn’t stay here with all those memories. This is the first time in fifteen years I lay foot in Ketterdam and… the first thing I get to know is that he’s alive and that… I abandoned him, I didn’t even look for him.” you took in a shaky breath, as you whispered, “I should have looked for him.”

The Suli girl swallowed, clearly contemplating if she should say anything, but seeing the confusion and pain in your eyes made her talk. “Kaz has… difficulties with touch. He gets... episodes when someone touches him. But he doesn’t admit it and hasn’t told anyone what happened. It’s not because of you.”

“Yeah, he doesn’t like to be touched by anyone.” the Zemeni boy mused and moved to lean against the bar counter. “Not even people who are closest to him. If there is any.”

You were all silent for a bit, and you took in a deep sigh. The Zemeni boy gestured to the bar stool beside you. “Care to stay for a drink? You look like you need to talk to someone.”

You nodded, sitting down and laying your head to your hands as he took a bottle and poured you a shot, gently pushing it in front of you.

Kaz had been alive all this time. You could have been with him.

“I’m Jesper, by the way. And this lovely lady…” Jesper pointed at the Suli girl. “Is Inej.”

Jesper tried to enlighten the heavy mood, sensing how you were having a storm in your head right now, but you just downed the drink, squeezing your eyes shut as you coughed at the burning feeling. You hadn’t drank alcohol ever before, but this giant packet of information shoved onto you this sudden made you think you might need it, but it didn't make you feel any better so you didn't pour another.

Kaz has been alive, and I didn’t do anything.

Your head repeated it like a mantra.

Jesper and Inej looked at each other worriedly, glancing at the office door and then back at you.

Inej put her hand over your arm, and you looked at it. “He’ll recover. And he’ll talk to you when he’s ready.”

“I abandoned him, why he would want to talk to me?” you squeezed your eyes shut, a single tear escaped from your eye and rolled over your cheek but you immediately wiped it away as you realized it. I'm not going to cry, not in front of Kaz's friends.

Jesper shook his head. “He’s just shocked. He doesn’t open up about his past to anyone… so seeing someone who has known him before he became the infamous Dirtyhands-”

“Dirtyhands?” you questioned. Inej and Jesper looked at each other again.

“Yeah, he’s kinda… a big crime boss around here. He's known as Dirtyhands. Bastard of the Barrel. Everyone knows him.”

You snorted, thinking that Jesper was still trying to make you laugh to make you feel better. “Yeah, right.”

But as silence ensued and you looked at Jesper, he and Inej looked uncomfortable, not knowing how much Kaz had changed since childhood since you seemed to have a completely different picture of him, your eyebrows furrowed upon realizing they weren't messing around.

“You mean to say that he kills people?”

He slowly nodded. “That, and a lot more. And he uses rather gruesome ways. To the extent where most of us are terrified of him when he gets angry, only the fools and newbies aren't, but they learn quickly.”

You swallowed, turning your gaze back to your hands resting on the table, clutching around the shot glass - what on earth had happened to your best friend?

PART II

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