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Can I Come Home?

1- I am so sorry in advance. My random thoughts do be wildin sometimes. 2- There are 2 endings for this, you'll know where it splits when you get there, a little choose your own adventure action, if you will. 3-This is the longest fic that I have ever written so I apologize for people with short attention spans like me. With all that being said, enjoy the fic (or don't, it's angst, so you probably won't.)

You and Soshiro were always close.

Close in childhood, closer as sweethearts.

You’d known each other your whole lives, and your sweet 16 turned even sweeter when he finally worked up the nerve to ask you out. You had always had a crush on him, but you never thought that the boy who had seen you in a bikini and snorted about your flat chest would ever be interested in you. But he was more than just interested; he was completely, irreversibly, and incandescently smitten with you.

When you started dating him, it became clear to you that he’d stored away every bit of information you’d ever told him. He remembered when you were 12, you said you’d always wanted a locket, so he strung one around a bouquet of peonies (he knew that was your favorite flower) and presented it to you when he picked you up for your first date. He remembered when you were 13, you told him you’d always wanted to ride on a hot air balloon, so for your second date, he took you out for a romantic flight at sunset, flower petals sprinkled across the floor of the basket. He remembered when you were 14, you absentmindedly made a comment about wishing you knew how to ice skate, so he learned how to skate for you and taught you how to skate on your third date. There was no doubt in your mind that you were going to marry this man someday. You weren’t sure how long it would take, but you didn’t care; you could wait for him.

When you turned 18, he solidified his love for you by gifting you a promise ring. By this time, you’d already talked marriage and cradles with him extensively, so you wondered what exactly he was promising you. Your heart was already his, you didn’t need a trinket to hold you over. But he wanted to make promises to you anyway. He wanted to promise you that he’d buy you a better ring one day, that when he joined the JAKDF he’d save his entire officer’s salary for the purpose of weighing your hand down with the fattest rock he could find. He wanted to promise you that he’d love you infinitely, that he’d love you overwhelmingly, that he’d love you every day of his life. And even when he turned 19 and prepared for the Defense Force exam, he promised that he’d carry you with him always, that your soul had left an imprint on his, and that even when faced with death, he’d be yours. The Reaper himself couldn’t tear him from your side.

Having fears about the lifestyle Soshiro was choosing, the lifestyle that would take him far away from you, that would lead him in the way of danger, you begged him to wait another year or two before joining the Defense Force. You knew you couldn’t keep him from his dreams forever, but you could stall him. You wanted more time with him, wanted any time you could get, any time he’d allow you, any time he’d spend safe in your arms, time where you didn’t have to be riddled with the worry that one day he wouldn’t come home.

So you pleaded with him to wait a couple years. To spend the time training you. You’d made the decision to go with him to join the force -you’d follow him to the depths of Tartarus and back if it meant you could stay by his side- but for now, you needed more time with him. And then you’d give in to his dreams when you turned 21. You’d let the Defense Force claim you both. And if he died, you’d be right behind him. So you begged him, begged him to stay. Just until 21.

You thought he might say no, thought he might run off and join anyway. After all, he’d been waiting for this since the day he took up the sword. But the Defense Force wasn’t his only dream anymore. You were his dream too. And if he had to wait a couple more years just to have you by his side when he joined up, then he would wait for you. He would do anything for you.

You spent long days and even longer nights training with him. Training until your limbs were on the verge of combustion, until your muscles reacted before you commanded them to, until your reflexes were honed to perfection. Your regimen was grueling but it was nothing compared to the thought of letting him die in front of you. You had to be stronger; no, you had to be the strongest. For him, you’d do it. And when you perfected a move or when your combat power increased, Soshiro would reward you with kisses over and over again, and you knew you’d die for him over and over again. Anything to protect his smile.

When the cruel hand of fate brought disaster to his door in the form of a crippling accident and Soshiro was grounded to his hometown, imprisoned in a cage, with his lifelong dream now out of reach, you felt you failed him. You couldn’t protect him from his fate. You couldn’t protect him from the emptiness, from the feeling of watching his desires slip from his fingers. It was your fault that he never got to join the Defense Force- you’d made him wait. It was your fault. Everything was your fault.

You almost couldn’t face him.

You watched lines of friends, of family, of neighbors file in and out of his house, offering their sympathies, offering their support in this hard time, offering gifts, offering flowers. But you knew he’d never “get well.” He’d never recover from what you’d done. From what you failed to do. He’d wasted so many promises on you, and you couldn’t even promise to protect him.

You wanted to atone.

You wanted to die.

You wanted to fade from existence.

But he wouldn’t let you. He kept visiting, kept calling on you, kept loving on you. He wouldn’t let his regrets become your regrets. He wouldn’t let you waste your life away, drowning in your bedsheets and your depression. He’d make you hear him even if you wouldn’t listen. He’d tell you that you were meant for more. That you had bigger things to live for than him. That he couldn’t wait to watch you take the Defense Force by storm.

He’d joke that he was sure you’d coerce your way to the top in no time at all, reigning over the JAKDF with terror. When you were unamused, he laughed. “I was just kidding, love, I know my baby’s a softie. I know you wouldn’t hurt a fly. A kaiju? Different story. But a fly? You’d put a bandaid on its wings.” He teased.

And against your better judgment, despite his terrible jokes, despite his annoying persistence, because of his annoying persistence, you let him love you again. You let him forgive you. You missed him. You loved him. You loved loving him.

You thought you could keep going on this way forever. Just basking in his presence. Just stealing time from him wherever you could get it. Now that you weren’t training, now that he wasn’t training, you had endless hours to spend with him, just talking, just laughing. But then you got notice that this year’s Defense Force Exam was starting.

He wanted you to go.

He wanted you to leave him.

You wanted to stay.

You weren’t like him, you weren’t noble, you weren’t honest; the Defense Force meant nothing to you if he wasn’t by your side. You begged him to let you stay with him. You begged him to let you live and die with him.

But he simply smiled at you and said he believed in you.

And somehow, after kicking and screaming, after crying and pleading, you found yourself on the first train out of town. You found yourself carrying the weight of both your dreams, carrying the weight of your need to make him proud, both a burden and a beacon, slung across your shoulders as you made your way into unknown territory. You took heavy step after heavy step until you crossed the threshold of the Defense Force’s doors.

This was your life now but somehow you felt like you’d left your life back in your hometown. Like your heart only beat in Soshiro’s chest, like your air only contracted Soshiro’s lungs, like your blood only pumped in Soshiro’s veins. Without him, you felt lonely.

Distance had always been a stranger to you, having grown up next door to him, having spent every waking moment with him, and now that you were making its acquaintance, you thought you might just die.

You’d reach for his arms and find they weren’t there. You’d listen for his laugh, for his footsteps, for his singing in the shower, and find nothing but sadness in the silence. And when the shirts you’d stolen from him stopped smelling of his scent, you almost ran back home right then and there, barefoot, crying, running like a madman, running to get back to him. “Can I come home now, Soshiro?” you’d beg him.

But he’d always stop you. He’d tell you that you were so close to achieving everything you’d worked so hard for. That you couldn’t quit now. That you were strong, that you were fearsome, that you could endure the storm. That he believed in you.

When you passed the exam, you pleaded with him again. “Can I come home now, Soshiro? Let me celebrate with you, at least.” But he knew if you came home now, if you didn’t establish roots in the Defense Force, if you didn’t have anything to go back to, you’d stay home forever. You’d never leave. And he didn’t want you to quit before you’d started. So he coaxed you into staying where you were, used that sweet voice of his to murmur sweet promises to you, to promise you nothing short of the sun and the moon when you finally did come home, if you could just make it a couple more months without him.

Before you knew it, you were too busy to come home, even just for a day. You were too good at your job, too loaded up with work. Your heart was empty but your hands were full.

The only free time you had, you spent talking to Soshiro. You’d steal minutes from your schedule, sneak away for a mere moment, just to talk to him, just to drink in the sound of his voice. You’d tell him about your day. About a dog you met on the walk to work. About the bitch who worked in operations. About a new drink you discovered that you thought he’d like. About all the lives you’d saved. And he was proud of you. Not just for being a hero, but for being alive. For putting one foot in front of the other. For doing your best.

He tried his best to make you smile even if he couldn’t physically be there for you. If he was there, he would’ve poked two fingers into the edge of your lips and dragged them upwards, “See, this is how you smile. Can you smile for me, love?” And you’d weakly muster up some semblance of a smile, tears staining your cheeks, as you’d say back to him, “Yeah, baby. I can smile for you. I can do anything for you.”

Then, when you watched officer after officer die, when you scrubbed your hands raw to get the blood out, when you couldn’t smile anymore, you begged him again. “Soshiro… I’m tired. I miss you. Can I come home now? Please, can I come home now?”

“They need you, love. Don’t worry about me, I’ll be okay. You can do this, you’ll be okay.”

You’d hear his words and cry yourself to sleep and the aching in your chest would take up permanent residence inside you.

He must’ve known then that you needed more than just his words. He showed up the next day, peonies in hand. “Your favorite, baby.”

You bit your lip, trying to stifle the tears that were threatening to overflow. “You’re here. You’re actually here.”

He smiled at you. “Snuck in for you, baby. I’m not supposed to be here, it’s a secret, just between you and me.”

Suddenly the weight of the situation hit you, the baggage of everything you’d been carrying the last several months crashing into you like a wrecking ball. You’d never see your fellow officers again and you’d never see more of him than these few, stolen moments. “Soshiro, I can’t do this anymore.” You began to cry.

“Shh, shh. Don’t cry, love. I’ve got you. You’re okay. You can do this. You’re the strongest woman I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting, you’re the most amazing woman I’ve ever had the pleasure of loving. And I know my baby doesn’t give up. I know the wind and the waves would come if she called. You’re a force to be reckoned with, don’t forget that, love.”

“I don’t feel like a force to be reckoned with. I feel like a walking corpse, dead inside and yet not dead enough. Why am I here? Why am I living and breathing when so many of my loved ones are dead? Soshiro. Can I come home now?”

For a moment you thought he’d let you. You thought the pain in his eyes, the sympathy in his saddened smile, were signs enough that it was okay to give up, it was okay to go home. But you never got to hear his answer.

“Hey. Platoon Leader L/N. You okay? What are you doing all the way out here?” A girl with bright red hair bounded up to you. You thought her name was Nakanoshima? You had tried to keep everyone at an arm’s distance after all the rookies who’d joined up with you had died.

You quickly wiped the tears from your eyes and straightened your posture, “Just talking to my boyf-” You suddenly realized Soshiro had said that he’d snuck in and when you turned to him in a panic, scrambling to find an excuse, you discovered that he was nowhere to be found. “I mean my-myself. Talking to myself.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Okay…Well, the girls and I are heading out for some karaoke, would you care to join?”

You shook your head quickly. “No, thanks. I appreciate the offer, though.”

She searched your face for a moment. You almost thought you caught a glimpse of sympathy in her peachy eyes, but any trace of it faded when she finally shook her head. “Alright, well just know you can come anytime. See you around.” She waved and disappeared into the distance.

“You should’ve gone with her. I would’ve been fine.” Soshiro emerged from behind you.

“I don’t need her. I don’t need anyone else but you.”

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Baby. I don’t want you to be lonely up here, all by yourself. Make some friends. Have some fun. Live your life.”

You shook your head insistently. “I don’t wanna make friends. I don’t wanna have fun. I wanna come home. I wanna be yours again.”

He smiled at you softly. “You’re always mine, love. And I’m always yours.”

“So let me come home.”

He shook his head. “Can’t do that, dearest. But I’ll come visit you more, okay? I love you. Never forget that I love you. You’ll be fine, okay? I believe in you.” Then he disappeared without another word, leaving you empty yet again.

But he kept his promise. You should’ve known he would, he always did. At first, he’d come to your bedside in the dead of night. He’d lay there with you and you’d talk together until the sun came up and he disappeared again. Then, he started to visit during the day.

When he’d visit, he’d ask if you were taking care of yourself. If you were making friends. You’d tell him the same thing every time. But one day, Nakanoshima overheard you talking to him and when she came over to investigate, he nudged you towards her, whispering, “Make friends.”

You rolled your eyes at him but then grumbled to her that you’d like to join her the next time she went out. Her eyes lit up and by the time she finished excitedly rambling about how much fun you were going to have with her, Soshiro was gone again.

The next time he visited, you were in the middle of training. When you dropped anything and everything to run to him, you earned yourself some strange looks from the other officers, but you didn’t care. You were tired of pretending and tired of hiding. You wanted to be in love again. You wanted to be happy. And he made you happy, visiting you like this, with no more fear of being discovered, with public displays of his love.

And it made you happy to make him happy. When you told him all about your movie night with Nakanoshima, and your lunch date with Ashiro, and your shopping spree with Okonogi, he was extremely happy. You were finally living your life.

You thought you could find contentment like this, sharing time between your friends and your boyfriend, living the good life, fighting the good fight, but the dream ended in an instant when he visited in the middle of a battle strategy meeting. When you bolted out the door to greet him again, your friends began to worry about your state of mind. They’d whisper to each other about the man you’d run off to in the middle of training, in the middle of lunch, in the middle of dinner, in the middle of the night, and now in the middle of meetings. Wasn’t he the guy who got into that horrible accident? Wasn’t he the reason you’d almost forgone joining the Defense Force? Wasn’t he the man you almost married? This couldn’t be good for you, they’d tell each other. Clinging to a man from your past. Clinging to a future you used to dream of.

They had finally decided to have an intervention for you, when suddenly calamity struck the town. Another wave of kaiju was attacking in full force. Their concerns about your love life would have to wait; the entire city was now a concern.

You fought with renewed purpose, with a fire lit within you that they hadn’t seen since you’d first made Platoon Leader. You refused to let any more of your squad, of your team, of your friends die.

In a frenzy, you cleared out half the Yoju, and made your way to the Honju, entrusting the rest of the lower ranked beasts to your friends. The battle was long and arduous, your muscles tense and taut, as you fought for your life and the lives of all those you cared for.

You thought of Soshiro in the heat of the moment, wondering if he would’ve wrapped this whole thing up in a matter of minutes. But you weren’t him. You were just you. And for all your training, for all your combat experience, you found yourself weak when it counted. You found yourself struggling, your reflexes weakening, your state of mind crumbling, your body aching as you begged yourself to just be enough, to just protect somebody, to protect anybody, to be worth something.

So when you finally took down the Honju at great cost, your life hanging on by a mere thread, you were okay with that. You were resigned to death. You were grateful for death. You ran a finger over the promise ring that had long been worn out over the years as the light began to claim you.

In your final moments, you dreamed of the beach. Soshiro laid beside you in the sand. Your physical body was squirming around someplace somewhere in some patch of gravel, but all you could feel now was the sand beneath your back, the ocean lapping at your toes.

“I meant to take you to the beach.” He said finally.

“Well, we’re here now, silly. This is good enough. This is more than enough. This is perfect. Let’s just enjoy this moment.” You slipped your hand into his, interlocking your fingers as you turned to look into his eyes.

He shook his head at you. “Baby. You know you can’t be here. You know you have to go back.”

You put a finger to his lips. “Shh. Baby, I’m finally home. Let me stay home.”

He brushed his thumb across your cheek. “I’m sorry, my love. I wish you could stay. But you have people waiting for you. You have people at your bedside, praying for you to wake up, praying for you to come back. You finally have a life, love, so live it.”

You frowned at him. “I don’t have a life without you, what are you talking about?”

He smiled at you sympathetically. “Darling, you know that’s not true. You know I can’t see you anymore. We can’t keep doing this.”

Your eyes widened in fear. “No. No, don’t say that.”

He kissed your hand. “In fact, I don’t think I want to see you again for at least another 70 years, okay? Promise?” The tears burst from your eyes. “No, no, no. Soshiro, don’t leave me. Soshiro, don’t say that. Soshiro, let me come home, I want to come home to you. Let me be with you, damnit!”

“I love you. I’ll always love you.”

“Don’t say it like you’re leaving, don’t say it like you’re saying goodbye! Soshiro, don’t you dare leave me alone again! You promised you’d always be by my side!”

You woke up screaming.

You were in a hospital bed and Soshiro was nowhere to be found.

“Soshiro.” You called weakly. “Soshiro. Please.”

He didn’t answer.

You tried listening for him, tried searching for him, tried scrambling for some semblance of him, some part of him you could cling to, but he was gone without a trace. The weight of his absence dragged you into the depths of despair, and you murmured, “You promised me… you promised…” to yourself as a dark and deep sleep finally overtook you.

In the morning, you were surrounded by your friends.

Tae almost forgot you were injured and nearly smothered you with her affection.

Konomi yanked her off of you, scolding her when you winced from the pain.

Mina was the one who finally spoke. “I’m glad you’re okay. We weren’t sure if you were going to make it for a moment there.”

You were quiet. “Why… why did I make it? How am I alive?”

They shifted uncomfortably. “Honestly, we’re not sure. The doctors said there was nothing they could do to save you. Your heartbeat flatlined. You were dead. And then somehow you came back to us.”

The room filled with silence.

Then Tae spoke up. “Who’s this Soshiro you keep talking to?”

Konomi jabbed her in the ribs for her insensitivity, but she awaited your answer with equally bated breath.

You swallowed. “He’s my… my boy… my fiance.”

Tae stilled. “Your fiance… Soshiro Hoshina?”

Your brows furrowed at the sound of his name on her lips. How did she know his name?

She continued. “The same Soshiro Hoshina who died in that horrific accident all those years ago?”

Suddenly your lungs felt like they were collapsing all over again. Your skin had been set ablaze by her words and yet you’d never felt colder in your entire life. You shivered from the sweat that had started to form all down your body.

“No, he’s… he’s waiting for me to come home.” You said weakly.

Konomi sighed and rubbed at the crease on her forehead. “Dear, I’m worried about you. He’s… he’s gone. He’s been gone.”

The tears began to flow down your cheeks before you even registered they’d formed. “No, he’s not. He’s at home. He’s fine. He’s at home. He’s waiting for me. I need to go home. I need to go to him. He’s fine, he’s just waiting for me at home. At home. At home.” Every broken denial, every repeated word, felt like a knife carving its way up your throat. You rambled so much your throat went hoarse and you started seizing up. The doctors were called in before your friends could continue.

In the chaos of it all, you thought you vaguely heard Mina whisper to you, “Take as long as you need to heal. We’ll be here, waiting for you on the other side of this, no matter how long it takes,” before you blacked out.

You weren’t sure she understood just how long that would be. You weren’t sure just how long you could survive calling for him, trying to conjure him up in your mind again, and not seeing him appear. Remembering him hurt. Remembering the love you’d once had and lost, remembering the happiness you’d once had and lost, hurt. Everything hurt. But feeling like you were forgetting him hurt worse.

Would you remember what his voice sounded like in 20 years? Would you even remember it in 10? Would you remember if he ever had dimples when he smiled? Would you remember his favorite color?

Who were you if you weren’t his?

How would you ever find peace if you couldn’t ever go home?

If your home had been taken from you?

You woke up to the familiar sting of your tears burning trails down your cheeks again. You wondered just how many tears you had left, just how much could you cry yourself to sleep before you finally just drowned in your own depression? Would that be better if you drowned? Could you try to drown? Would it bring him back, would he try to save you again? If you tried to get back to that beach, would he be waiting?

You tried furiously summoning him again. You knew he wouldn’t come when you called, knew he wouldn’t answer your pleas, knew you were talking to nothing more than air, but you tried over and over again, your screams filling the silence with your desperation.

“Soshiro! Soshiro, don’t leave me! Soshiro, I need you!”

“Come back, Soshiro! Come back to me!”

“Soshiro, you promised you’d stay by my side even in death! Even in death!”

“I need you, please, I need you!”

You screamed and screamed until your throat bled, until all that was left of him, all proof that he ever existed, that he ever loved you, was the burning in your throat and an emptiness in your chest where he’d stolen your heart and left you hollow.

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Your friends waited for you.

They waited and they waited. They waited so long, you weren’t sure you’d even still have friends on the other side of this. You weren’t sure there was another side of this.

But when you could finally sleep without having nightmares about the damn accident, even just for an hour or two, when you could finally walk down the street without your eyes darting everywhere looking for him, when you could finally breathe again without feeling like you owed payment for each breath, that was when your friends were there at the ready, waiting to take you into better days.

And when you could finally laugh again, even just a small laugh, and when you could finally smile again, even just a small smile, you knew Soshiro was smiling with you too, somewhere on some beach.

Sure there were times when you’d get swallowed up by sadness again, when you’d miss his touch, miss his voice, miss his presence. He was the love of your life and always would be. But you learned to love your friends too. You learned to love the blue in the sky and the green in the grass. You learned to love all the little things in life that he’d always loved.

Then, years and years later, you found that you were finally living the way he’d always wanted you to live: happily.

And when your time finally came to face death -70 years into the future, as you’d promised Soshiro- you greeted it warmly.

At the gates of heaven, there he stood, handsome as always, light shining all around him as though he were light itself.

And then he smiled.

“Welcome home, love.”

#soshiro hoshina #kaiju no. 8 #anime #hoshina #oneshot #soshiro hoshina x reader #hoshina x reader #hoshina soshiro x reader #anime fanfic

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bedoballoons · 10 months

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🎄𝓒𝓱𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓶𝓪𝓼 𝓔𝓿𝓮𝓷𝓽 🎄

A/n: I decided to change my idea last second haha, don't worry if you sent in a Christmas request I'm still writing it! I've just changed my event plan instead! Gonna try and post a Christmas/winter themed idea once a day!!

Masterlist:

Day 1: Lyney baking Christmas cookies (fluff)

Day 2: Wriothesley keeping the reader warm (smut)

Day 3: Neuvillette decorating the tree (fluff)

Day 4: Albedo unwrapping the reader (smut)

Day 5: Tighnari building a snowman (fluff)

Day 6: Diluc reader wears a slutty Santa outfit (smut)

Day 7: Freminet shopping for gifts (fluff)

Day 8: Wanderer ribbon bondage (smut)

Day 9: Wriothesley hot cocoa vs tea (fluff)

Day 10: Lyney during Christmas dinner (smut)

Day 11: Xiao first snowfall (fluff)

Day 12: Neuvillette candy cane fun (smut)

Day 13: Childe giving gifts to his siblings (fluff)

Day 14: Kazuha underneath the Christmas tree (smut)

Day 15: Albedo dressing up as Santa (fluff)

Day 16: Zhongli licking the gingerbread icing (smut)

Day 17: Venti singing Christmas songs (fluff)

Day 18: Kaeya out in the snow (smut)

Day 19: Wanderers first Christmas (fluff)

Day 20: Xiao tangled up in the lights (smut)

Day 21: Zhongli ice skating (fluff)

Day 22: Lyney readers been naughty (smut)

Day 23: Kazuha wrapping presents (fluff)

Day 24: Wriothesley giving the reader everything he has for Christmas (smut)

Merry Christmas~

#genshin impact #genshin headcanons #genshin #genshin fanfic #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin imagines #genshin scenarios #genshin smut #bedos posts of the day #bedos Christmas event #christmas masterlist #christmas event

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penguinsnoot · 1 year

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20 Anime You Should Watch

I’ve been getting into anime again recently, and thought I’d share some that I like! These are in no particular order. I gave very short, simplistic descriptions of each show, but I recommend looking them up for full summaries to get a better idea of what they’re about.

1) Cells at Work! (2 seasons, 22 episodes) [Comedy]

Anthropomorphic cells living in a human’s body. Focuses on a red blood cell that frequently encounters a white blood cell during dangerous bodily infestations and illnesses.

2) Kaichou wa Maid-sama! (1 season, 26 episodes) [Comedy, Romance]

Focuses on the female school president of a previously all-male school who directs and rules over them harshly. She secretly works at a maid café, which is discovered by a popular male classmate of hers.

3) Ouran High School Host Club (1 season, 26 episodes) [Comedy, Romance]

Student Haruhi Fujioka stumbles upon a host club in the prestigious Ouran Academy. After accidentally breaking an expensive vase, she must work for the club to pay off her debt.

4) Lost Song (1 season, 12 episodes) [Music, Fantasy]

Rin is a girl from a small village who dreams of singing in the capital city. Her singing has the power to heal any wound. Rin and her brother, Al, journey to the capital when their home is attacked by soldiers hoping to capture Rin. Finis, who also has a magical voice, performs for the royal palace. She falls in love with a soldier named Henry and must hide their relationship from the prince. She and Rin have intersecting destinies and both struggle with the terrible circumstances that life throws at them.

5) Clannad (2 seasons, 47 episodes) [Drama, Romance, Supernatural]

Delinquent Tomoya meets ill Nagisa and they become friends. Along with four other girls, Tomoya decides to help Nagisa revive the school’s drama club. He finds himself helping each girl with their respective problems and learns that life may not be as dull as he once thought.

6) Fruits Basket (3 seasons, 64 episodes) [Drama, Romance, Supernatural]

Homeless Tohru Honda moves in with members of the mysterious Soma family. When she accidentally learns of the family’s curse of them turning into animals when embraced by a member of the opposite sex, she resolves to help them figure out how to lift the curse.

7) Kamisama Hajimemashita (2 seasons, 25 episodes) [Comedy, Fantasy, Romance]

Offered a home by a man being attacked by a dog, Nanami is surprised to find a seemingly abandoned shrine. When she tried to leave, she is confronted by the spirits of the shrine. Tomoe, the fox spirit, leaves angrily when he realizes it is not the land god, Mikage, who has entered their home and that he instead sent a human girl as replacement. Refusing to remain homeless, Nanami decided to serve the shrine and ends up forming a sealed contract with Tomoe when she kisses him.

8) Princess Jellyfish (1 season, 11 episodes) [Comedy, Slice-of-life]

Tsukimi is an introvert with a love for jellyfish living with other socially isolated women in Tokyo. One day, she meets someone beautiful who looks like a princess and helps her save a jellyfish from a local pet store. The beautiful princess is revealed to actually be a crossdressing man named Kuranosuke. Despite their aversion to men and socializing in general, Kuranosuke resolves to help the women become more confident in themselves.

9) Soul Eater (1 season, 51 episodes) [Action, Comedy, Fantasy]

Follows three sets of meisters and their weapons as they fight demons and witches to obtain the status of Death Scythes. They attend a school founded by Lord Death and learn the best ways to recognize and defeat these evil entities.

10) Yuri on Ice (1 season, 12 episodes) [Sports, Romance]

Figure skater Yuri meets champion skater Victor, who claims he is going to be Yuri’s new mentor. Yuri accepts and goes on a difficult journey of training in the world of competitive ice skating.

11) BNA: Brand New Animal (1 season, 12 episodes) [Action, Fantasy, Comedy]

Michiru, after becoming a newly formed beastman, travels to Anima City, a safe haven for people like her. After witnessing an explosion during a celebration, she is confronted by detective Shirou Ogami. They team up to pursue the criminals involved with the explosion and discover why Michiru has suddenly started to turn into a Tanuki after being human all her life.

12) Japan Sinks: 2020 (1 season, 10 episodes) [Drama, Sci-fi]

Ayumu and family’s life is turned upside down when an earthquake strikes and obliterates Japan’s structural integrity. The Mutou family must find a way to survive and get out of the country before the entirety of Japan sinks into the ocean.

13) Toradora (1 season, 25 episodes) [Drama, Romance]

Gentle yet fierce-looking Ryuji forms an unlikely friendship with sharp-tongued and violent Taiga. They try to help one another confess to their crushes while growing closer along the way.

14) A3! (2 seasons, 24 episodes) [Drama, Slice-of-life, Comedy]

Izumi confronts the loan sharks who are after money from her father’s run-down theater. She plans to bring the theater back into the spotlight and pay of the debt with the help from an all-male acting troupe.

15) Monthly Girls’ Nozaki-kun (1 season, 12 episodes) [Comedy, Romance]

Chiyo has a crush on her schoolmate, Nozaki, and confesses to him, but he mistakes her as a fan of his manga and gives her an autograph. Saying she wants to be with him, Nozaki invites her to help him with his drawings. Chiyo hopes that by helping Nozaki, he will eventually take notice of her romantic feelings for him.

16) Wotakoi: Love is Hard for Otaku (1 season, 11 episodes) [Romance, Comedy]

Narumi and Hirotaka knew each other when they were younger and end up working in the same office. They decide to start dating, but find that their respective interests make it difficult to create romantic situations.

17) K-On! (2 seasons, 39 episodes, 1 film) [Comedy, Slice-of-life]

Five high school students become friends and bandmates as they form the next generation of their school’s Light Music Club.

18) Violet Evergarden (1 season, 13 episodes, 2 films) [Fantasy, Drama]

Amidst working for a ghostwriting agency, past soldier Violet Evergarden learns to reconnect with her feelings while trying to understand the final words her commander left her with.

19) Given (1 season, 11 episodes, 1 film) [Drama, Romance]

Prepared to give up music for good, Ritsuka changes his mind after meeting Mafuyu. He gives Mafuyu guitar lessons in the hopes of making the other boy the lead singer for his band.

20) Rascal Does Not Dream of Bunny Girl Senpai (1 season, 13 episodes, 1 film) [Drama, Romance, Supernatural]

Sakuta suffers from puberty-syndrome and sees a bunny girl that is invisible to others. When he meets the girl in real life, he realizes she’s going through her own problems and becomes attached to the bunny girl.

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siriuslysmoking · 10 months

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FICMAS

Everyday at 11

Includes: Fluff (lots of it), angst (only a hint in the later chapters), no smut (so far), a bunch of feel good stuff to make me happy and hopefully you <3

A/N: they’re not fics, it’s a bunch of blurbs that I don’t want to write 1k+ for.

I almost ran out of ideas for 25 days, don’t know how you guys do it for kinktober. Props to you!!

Day 1 - Christmas shopping with Steve

Day 2 - Setting up the tree with James

Day 3 - Movie Marathon with Peter Parker

Day 4 - wrapping presents with Remus

Day 5 - Ice skating with Regulus

Day 6 - Building a Snowman with Theo

Day 7 - Building Gingerbread Houses with Fred

Day 8 - Ugly Sweater Party with Harry

Day 9 - Going sledding with Jegulus

Day 10 - Holiday Baking with Robin

Day 11 - Taking the kids to see Santa with Steve

Day 12 - Picking the perfect tree with Mattheo

Day 13 - Snowball Fight with James

Day 14 - Decorating cookies with Eddie

Day 15 - Buy each others presents with Regulus

Day 16 - Secret Santa with Remus

Day 17 - Elf on The Shelf with Steve

Day 18 - Tree Lighting with Peter Parker

Day 19 - Christmas Morning prep with Fred

Day 20 - Christmas Market with Theo

Day 21 - Light displays with James

Day 22 - Angel Tree with Harry

Day 23 - Snow Storm with Robin

Day 24 - Visiting Family with Regulus

Day 25 - Christmas Morning with Eddie

comment if you want to be added to a taglist for everyday or a certain day!

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starry-hughes · 10 months

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star’s ficmas event

welcome to star’s christmas (ficmas!) event. every day, starting december 1, a christmas/winter-related fic will be posted. down below is the list of all the fics that will be posted and who they will be about.

you can choose who the fics are about by sending an ask with a player and what day/fic you would like to see! it's a first come, first serve basis (aka i will be choosing the name given to me first). once the fic has a name next to it, it is off the table. all players i write for can be found here, if you don't see a player you'd like on the list, feel free to ask! please send an ask with your picks! i won't post all the asks, but i will update the list as it goes

merry christmas and happy holidays!

star's navigation

day 1: ice skating → luca fantilli

day 2: mistletoe → anthony beauvillier

day 3: gingerbread house → mat barzal and teacher!gf

day 4: ugly christmas sweaters → dakota and mark (au)

day 5: picking out a tree → mat barzal

day 6: playing in the snow → single dad!jack (au)

day 7: hot chocolate→ jamie drysdale

day 8: present exchange → single dad!jack (au)

day 9: christmas traditions → caroline and kent (au)

day 10: playing santa → single dad!jack (au)

day 11: bah humbug → andrei svechnikov

day 12: wrapping presents → jack hughes

day 13: decorating → mat barzal

day 14: meeting the family → logan and nico (au)

day 15: fireplace snuggling → kasey and mackie (au)

day 16: fake holiday date → luke hughes

day 17: secret santa → jack hughes

day 18: baking → daisy's au (quinn hughes au)

day 19: christmas music → aspen and cole (au)

day 20: baby’s first christmas → sawyer & quinn (au)

day 21: christmas shopping → nico hischier

day 22: holiday disaster → luke hughes

day 23: family heirloom → mat barzal

day 24: christmas dinner → trevor zegras

day 25: christmas wrapping → quinn hughes

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multi-fandom-imagine · 11 months

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Are they on the Naughty List? Or have they’ve been good all year?Well that’s for you to decide.

Start:November 12

End: December 31

«timeline»

◇ day 1-7: {Nov 12-18}

Day 1: Luis Sera - Ice Skating

Day 2: Carlos Oliveira - “I can’t believe you did that to Santa…”

Day3: Raiden - “I made you some hot cocoa.”

Day 4: Peter Parker - we were going to a Christmas party but fuck if you don’t just look sinful in red, and you know what? Fuck that Christmas party || Insomniac Peter ||

Day5:Goro Takemura- Dancing In The Snow

Day 6:Johhny Cage-Sucking on a Candy Cane

Day 7: Peter Quill- “are you really playing christmas music already? it’s barely november”

◇ day 8-14: {Nov 19-25}

Day 8:Gale Dekarios-Watching the snowfall from inside a cosy house

Day 9:Sam Drake-“Carmel apples, leaves falling down. What could better then November?” “I don’t know maybe fucking June?”

Day 10:Peter Parker -we got a little too carried away with the Christmas lights, and now suddenly my hands are bound with the lights and oh my god are we about to have sex? || Insomniac Peter ||

Day 11:Nathan Drake- it’s holiday dinner with your family, and oh Jesus where are your hands going?

Day 12:Peter Parker-“Do you need help hanging up the Christmas lights?” || MCU verse ||

Day 13: Peter Parker-“HAPPY NOVEMBER!” “No one wishes anyone a happy November.” “Well I just did.”|| MCU verse ||

Day 14:Tadashi Hamada-one lending the other their scarf to keep them warm.

◇ day 15-21 {Nov 26-Dec 2}

Day 15:Jacob Seed-Handing their S/O a positive pregnancy test with a sprig of holly and a note reading ‘Merry Christmas’

Day 16:Spencer Reid-Baking holiday cookies.

Day 17:Alejandro Vargas-Reader wearing nothing but a Santa hat

Day 18:Loki-A naughty sleigh ride || Exhibitionism sex ||

Day 19:Alex Casey-Build A snowman.

Day 20:Chris Redfield-“Let’s do something that puts us on the naughty list.”

Day 21:Mike Schmidt-Santa Baby: reader has decided to dress as Mrs. Claus for a little more “adult” Christmas fun. Oh boy!

◇ day 22-28 {Dec 3 -9}

Day 22:Matt Murdock-I picked you for secret Santa but I wrapped the wrong box so now I’ve given you a very festive sex toy, and oh my god this is so embarrassing

Day 23:Halsin-“Breasts/thighs are my favorite part to nibble on.”

Day 24:Miguel O’Hara-“You know, tying the legs together keeps everything moist.”

Day 25:Ethan Winters-Christmas Morning.

Day 26: Johnny ‘Soap’ McTavish-Hanging Stockings.

Day 27:Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley-“The turkey’s not the only thing getting stuffed today.”

Day 28:Modern!Mizu-“Save some of that whipped cream for later.”*soon*

◇ day 29- 35 {Dec 10-16}

Day 29:Bigby Wolf-“You look even more beautiful covered in snow.”

Day 30:Harry Osborn-Christmas shenanigans under the tree, if you know what I mean

Day 31:Ethan Winters-“I’ll be content if you are the one stuffing my stocking.”

Day 32:Mike Schmidt-“Go on, open it.”

Day 33:Wyll Ravengard-“Did you decorate the tree without me? I can’t believe this!”

Day 34: Bruno Madrigal-Kiss Me Under The Mistletoe.

Day 35:Jordan Li-“Excuse me—where is my Christmas kiss?”

◇ day 36-42 {Dec 17-23}

Day 36:Mike Schmidt-"Why are there so many mistletoe?"

Day 37:Gojo“I’d like to be one of the unhealthy things you put inside your body this weekend.”*Soon*

Day 38:Luis Sera-“Alright, mister. I know you’re the one who keeps hanging up mistletoe everywhere."

Day 39:Chris Redfield-“Thanksgiving is for giving thanks” “And for body slamming each other during the family football match!”

Day 40:Aaron Hotchner-The scent of real Christmas trees

Day 41: Derek Morgan -“I’m going to have you stuffed better than the turkey by the end of the night.”

Day 42:Victor "Sully" Sullivan-“I’m not much of a cook, but I’m good at glazing.”

◇ day 43-50 {Dec 24-31}

Day 43:Leon S. Kennedy-Cabin Sex { Christmas Eve sex }

Day 44: Billy Butcher-“Merry Christmas, motherfuckers!”

Day 45: Bucky Barnes-“Did you spike the eggnog again?”

Day 46: Spencer Ried-“Will you make a gingerbread house with me?”

Day 47: Clint Barton- “It’s Snowing”

Day 48: Joel-Peppermint-flavoured everything

Day 49:Mizu-Snow/temperature play

Day 50:Johnny Cage-“It’s time for hand turkey’s everyone.” “FUCK YES YES!”

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searchingforakeythatdoesntexist · 8 months

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It started as it will end, with a garden with this post -> link

"Stuntman / Stuntwoman / Stuntperson: a person employed to take an actor's place in performing dangerous stunts on purpose"

Day 12 : “Funnier my way” - Good Omens, Gymnast/StuntPerson AU

Aziraphale *angry*: You're being silly! Hurting yourself like this...

Crowley *pouty*: Naaah. Stunt person, that's what I am!

Aziraphale: Well, Dear, it is dangerous. *sigh*

Crowley: *sigh loudly* It's not if you're doing it professionaly. And I am. Very professional. Me.

Aziraphale: ...

Crowley: ...

Aziraphale *kindly*: Does it still hurt?

Crowley *softly*: ...Yeah. Still hurts. But doing it my way is funnier, Angel.

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Don't forget to 💕/ reblog ;-)

Personal challenge: a simple sketch each day

Goal: forcing me to keep things simple - inking, shading, just a few sashes of colour

Improvement pursued: to get the movement, the emotion, finding how to add depth, learning how to leave things barely finished

Max time allowed: 2 hours instead of 8-20 on my previous projects - well, 2 hours for the complete sketch, then 1 more hour for editing their lovely quotes - AND drawing the Minisnake!Crowley.

Today's theme chosen by me: Well, this time it definitely feels like it's the theme that HAS CHOSEN me. I was scrolling on Tumblr and found this old "Gymnast Vs Stuntwoman" video I have already seen on YouTube months ago. But my GO-rotten brain made me think "WOAAA this is splendid AziraCrow Arrangement's vibes, doesn't it'". Aaaand... Voilà.

Trivia: when I started this Challenge, I wasn't very comfortable with Aziraphale soft curves - partly because I always tried to draw unrealistic bodies and "healthy" (whatever that means) silhouettes, and partly because it reminds me of my own bigger roundnesses and I can't stop feeling ashamed about it. But now I like to draw realistic Aziraphale more and more, sometimes plushy, sometimes a little bit more muscular (you'll see it in my future Ice Skating Tribute). It is a long road for me, but I like it a little more each day .

Trivia2: I love so much their wings tattoos. And I am particularly proud of the winged-sword because when I imagined it, it only took 10 minutes doing it. I am having so much fun in this Challenge, because I don't have time to think or hesitate. It's very refreshing for an indecisive and perfectionist artist like me.

How did it start? I reblogged here but my brain didn't want to stop...

"Hey, Good Omens Fam, listen, listen.

Is it just my Good-Omens-rotting brain speaking, or there is some Aziraphale/Crowley's Arrangement vibes here?

Feels like a kind of funny Fem!AU to me...

Aziraphale: If I may? *performs their gymnastic routine with a perfect sense of timing, beautiful and powerful, everything is neat, calculated, an rightful Angel in disguise with their sculptural body and their lovely blond curls*

Crowley: My turn. *performs the exact same gymnastic routine with an almost-perfect sense of timing, failling clumsy and weirdly sensual, everything seems chaotic but it IS (?) calculated, an bloody Demon in disguise with their messy gestures and their red disheveled long hair*

Aziraphale: ...

Crowley: WOT? Job done!

Aziraphale, *sincerely concerned* : Mate, didn't you just hurt yourself on this last jump?

Crowley, *blushing*: Ha! No way. I am a professional. Very professional, me.

Aziraphale: ... ... .... *raise eyebrows*

Crowley, *blushing A LOT*: ...Yeah. Still hurts. But my way is funnier, Angel.

Aziraphale: Oh dear. 🥺🙄😌"

And YES, the stuntwoman dit it ON PURPOSE - almost of it. See for yourself, they are so lovely, having so much fun together.

#Good Omens #Crowley #Aziraphale #Aziracrow #Ineffable husbands #Ineffable lovers #David Tennant #Michael Sheen #ElenthyaAndGoodOmens #ElenPersonnalChallenge #Ineffable dumbasses #Ineffable Idiots #Ineffable Gymnast #Ineffable StuntPerson #my art #art #ElenthyaGallery

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marvelobsessed134 · 9 months

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In my heart is a Christmas tree farm

This is part of my 12 days of fics

Pairings: Dad!Steve Rogers x Mom!Reader

Warnings: none

Summary: in which you, Steve, and your two kids get a Christmas tree and pet reindeer

“Ok guys we’re almost there. Are you excited?” You asked your two kids. Your eldest daughter, Margaret and your youngest son, James (Yes he was named after Bucky).

“Yes, Mama! So excited!” Margaret exclaimed. James is still pretty young only 2 years old so he couldn’t really speak but you could tell he was excited. Steve smiled at you from the drivers seat. He loves how you interact with your kids. Makes him fall in love with you all over again.

Finally, you arrived at the Christmas tree farm that also doubled as an activity center with ice skating, a petting zoo, free hot chocolate, and a little train ride for the kids.

Once you got out you made sure the kids had their hats, coats, and gloves on since it was pretty cold. Steve made sure he had the cables to attach the tree to the top of the car.

You decided to look around the tree lot. Margaret pointed to a very large tree. “Honey I don’t think that’s gonna fit in our house.” You chuckled.

She pouted, her blue eyes looking up at yours. She really looks like Steve. “But mommy!!!”

“Mommy’s right, this is not going to fit in our house. Come on, let’s keep looking.” Steve piped up.

You pushed James in the stroller while Steve held Margaret’s hand.

Finally, you found the perfect tree. Steve paid for it and the workers watched in astonishment as he simply picked up the tree over his shoulder like it was nothing. You smiled and blushed at your strong husband.

Once the blonde got the tree on top of the car secured by the cables, the four of you decided to get hot chocolate and pet some reindeer.

You let your son out of the stroller and watched him carefully as he ran with his sister to pet the reindeer.

You and Steve also pet the furry creatures, gushing over how cute they were.

“Mama can we take the reindeer home?” Margaret asked, hugging the deer that was twice her size. You chuckled, “No, honey. They belong here with their family and friends.”

“Aw.” She was disappointed and Steve saw that. So he went to the gift shop and came out with something. “Mar, can you come here for a minute?” Your husband asked.

She walked to him and he pulled out a plush reindeer from behind his back. The little girls eyes lit up and she hugged it tightly before hugging him. “Thank you daddy!”

The captain also got one for James which the little boy loved.

Then, the four of you decided to try ice skating. Of course Steve seemed so perfect at it, the serum might’ve helped. You did pretty good, skating around while holding your son. Your daughter kept falling down and crying, getting frustrated. So the blonde put her on his shoulders as he skated and she was laughing and having a blast.

Later on, you could tell the two kids were tired so you took them back to the car and packed up, driving home.

#marvel #marvel x reader #steve rogers fluff #steve rogers x reader #12 days of fics

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frieschan · 1 year

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QUERENCIA, chapter 2

(n.) where one feels home ; the place where you are your most authentic self

pairing - hybrid! ot7 x bunny hybrid! male! reader

genre - 18+, college au, hybrid au, fluff, eventual angst, eventual smut, humour

summary - you, a rabbit hybrid away from home to study, run into a group of surprisingly friendly and calm (also very attractive) predators who are a pack and live together suddenly run into your life like a bulldozer. the dull days of your life may turn into days of joy and laughter, or will the days turn into gloom and a sad everafter?

warnings (this chapter) - another one with mentions of some dark themes..

word count - 2.4k

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Comfort. All you felt was comfort at this moment, you felt arms wrapped around you in a loving and caring way, a calming yet indistinguishable scent flowing to your nose.

You welcomed it, all this felt so right. You could see the kiss of the sun on your skin with a light beeze of the wind hitting you, you wished this could stay forever.

It felt as if you were complete at this moment. You felt so full and loved, so happy and like you were in heaven. This was how life is supposed to be, no worries, no doubt, just love and warmth all throughout.

Suddenly you felt a light brush of lips on your cheek and as you were about to turn around-

Everything had vanished.

You were now left empty, confused, even bamboozled as you open your eyes to the light colored walls of your room.

It was a dream? Damn it, of course it was a dream, you're a single prune with not a mate in sight. Since when did you get THIS touch starved? It's only been around.. 2-3 years since your last relationship?

You had never thought about it much before, you had your mind on other things like family, studies, ice-skating, ballet, and a couple of other things.

Never having an ounce of time to even just oogle and admire other guys on campus had finally taken a toll on you and you were starting to realize it. Maybe Jimin and Jungkook might just be your starvation.

The two are handsome hybrids that are torally your type, surely a small admiration wouldn't hurt anyone? As long as you have your boundaries set, it shouldn't go wrong.

You finally decided to check your alarm clock, it was 8:24 on a Sunday. Having a day-off to just relax and catch up on some shows shouldn’t be too bad, you already studied your butt off the night before yesterday just to be ahead for a few more lessons to remove some of the load. Yeah, you kinda do deserve this 'all about you day'.

Grabbing your phone from the nightstand, you turn it on to be greeted with a few messages from two new people. Opening up the first one, you are greeted with:

Kookie💭at 9:23pm: hey bun-hyung, just got home

Kookie💭at 9:24pm: already asleep? Ballet took a lot out of you lol, sleep well sweets

Kookie💭at 7:34 am: gm, just woke up for my jog, you down for some lunch in the new bistro at around 12? Jimin is gonna come and maybe another one of our guys.

You smiled at the way he remembered about texting you when they got home, the nicknames and invitation was what got a lot of your attention though. Finally deciding to reply to him:

Y/N🐰 at 8:29 am: good mornin' ♡ just woke up, yes I'd love to go out for lunch! Sounds like it'd be a date tbh hahah

Kookie💭 at 8:29 am: hmm? Would you like it to be only us?

Y/N🐰 at 8:29 am: so playful, wolfyboy!!!

Kookie💭 at 8:30 am: very cute sweets, but the lads are really lookin' forward to seein you

Y/N🐰 at 8:30 am: who might this other fellow be? 👀👀

Kookie💭 at 8:30 am: it's a surprise bun, dress smart casual or semi-formal by the way.

A guy that knows you might struggle with knowing what to wear and then telling you the theme on what to wear.. now that's just attractive. He'd sweep anyone off their feet.

In honesty, you were quite surprised at how comfortable Jungkook had gotten with you, not that you minded but you took him as someone who would only do the bare minimum to be polite and friendly to strangers.

You decided to check on what the feline boy could have texted you:

Jimin🐈‍⬛ at 9:26 pm: Kook and I got home safe! Hope the rest of your night is good.

Jimin🐈‍⬛ at 8:34 am: I heard I'll be seeing a bunny later in the afternoon? 😏

You laughed under your breath as you read the message, seems like news spreads fast in their house.

Y/N🐰 at 8:34 am: Indeed, a cute bunny boy will be spotted at the bistro!

Surely flirting here and there wouldn't be too bad? You really couldn't help it, the two were two of the most socially magnetic people you've met and you were honestly hoping a strong friendship would come out of this. Well, not like your heart slightly yearned for a little more than than the title as friends but you are getting a bit ahead of yourself. The love-starved part of your brain taking in the slightest bit.

Now that you had plans to go out in the afternoon, you decided getting out of bed right now would be the best option based on what time it already is. Already thinking about what could be a really good breakfast before you do your whole morning routine since everybody has to take care of themselves always.

11 pm was finally rolling around the corner so you decided it was time to shower, get changed, and get ready, the holy trio before going out.

Since Jungkook had mentioned that you could dress semi-formal or smart casual, you had opted for an outfit that perfectly suited the activity in mind. The outfit consist of an oversized gray sweater on top a white dress shirt, color out of course. You wore dar brown slacks with a black belt and your set of black men’s heeled dress shoes, you were dressing to impress with this outfit. Boosting your self confidence isn't gonna hurt anyone.

After putting everything on and very very very light makeup, mostly just to hide your eyebags, you were finally ready to go out to the bistro. The bistro in question not exactly suitable for a walk, since the distance between the bistro itself and your home was quite far, you decided to go through the metro and commute like a good citizen (and non-driving student)

After a few staircases underground and into the underground metro station, you were in the train on the same route to your bistro. The ride was going to be a bit long, being around 20-30 minutes so you decided to take a look at your surroundings as you leaned on a pole in the train.

Looking around, you found a few hybrids and non-hybrids conversing, them seemingly being in one big group but that wasn't what caught your attention, what caught your attention was a lone gray wolf hybrid sitting on one of the seats.

Noone had taken the seats next to him as if they were scared but what the wolf was currently doing was far from intimidating, same goes for the aura he was emitting. Looking at him, you judged him to be close to 6 feet, with nice and smooth looking black hair that reached his nape. He had rosy lips with sharp eyes as if they were of a dragons but all his attention was on the book in his hands. He was dressed in a comfortable yet smart casual attire, with the color scheme being browns and grays.

You could've looked at him for ages, he looked very peaceful yet gorgeous at the same time. Something in you felt like it wanted to gravitate towards him, want to talk to him maybe. So you did, being an impulsive person you are.

You took the seat next to him and took a small peek to what he could be reading. When you felt his eyes on you, you looked up from the book and to his face. His beauty upclose was completely unmatched comapred to your view earlier.

He greeted you with a soft and polite smile, not really minding the fact that you sat next to him but more so confused on the reason why.

"Ah, you just seemed like a very warm person to talk to, I hope I'm not disturbing you too much, I'm Y/N, a bunny hybrid" You start the conversation, sticking your hand towards him even while sitting down.

The wolf maneuvered his book to be stable enough to be held on one hand before taking your hand and shaking it.

"I'm Namjoon, a Gray wolf, and no you're not, I find your presence quite nice actually." He said while closing his book and setting it on his lap, setting all his attention on you.

"Where are you headed to, if you don't mind me asking?" You asked with a curious glint in your eyes, honestly you were confused where your social confidence came from but it was honestly welcomed.

"I'm just heading to the library to check out some books, potentially borrowing a few to take home if I spot a few interesting ones." Namjoon answered with a grin.

"That's really neat, what’s the title and plot of the book you were reading?"

"Oh, it was a philosophy novel by Osamu Dazai called 'No Longer Human', the main plot is about a guy caught in a crossfire between a breakup of Japanese aristocrats and western influence, it really shows you another outlook and perspective on what life is and what could be. It really depicts depression and anxiety really wel- Aishh, I'm rambling a bit, please forgive me." He said embarrassed, his eyes now looking at the floor with a hand scratching the back of his neck while a rose tint is on his cheeks.

You honestly found Namjoon adorable, though he is a predator, his personality and hobby seem far from it, if you didn't see his ears and tail, you would've honestly mistaken him for a full-human. Hybrids did seem to have a part of their animal somewhere in their personality, maybe this was just one of many sides from Namjoon. You couldn't wait to find out more from him.

"I'd love to check it out sometime, if you don't mind, how about we exchange numbers?" You suggested with a hopeful smile, a bit flustered with your request but you were going to shoot your shot nontheseless.

"Oh sure, here you go"

And that's how you ended up talking to Namjoon until you got to your stop, sadly bidding him farewell before getting off the train and making your way to the Bistro.

Now at the bistro, you waited outside the building to check your phone for messages from either of the two predators.

Jungkook 🐺 at 11:50 am: we're at a table at the corner sweets

Jungkook 🐺 at 11:51 am: i've got a black coat on and Jimin-shi has a turtleneck

Jungkook 🐺 at 11:51 am: if you can't find us, don't be scared to call me

After taking in the information, you finally walk into the restaurant and look around at the numerous tables of humans and hybrids alike, waiters and waitresses walked around with trays or taking orders. After a few minutes of scanning, you luckily found the predator duo with unfamiliar hybrid. Jimin was sat with his back towards the wall, in front of him were Jungkook and the other hybrid that were both faced away from you.

You walked towards the table, Jimin had seen you and you caught the way his eyes lit up with a grin breaking out on his lips. His bread cheeks showing and his eyes barely visible.

The other two hybrids saw his reaction and were quick to look beside them, seeing you standing next to the table with a soft smile.

While the hybrids were just taking in your presence, you took this as your chance to examine the apppearance of their friend.

He had dirty blonde hair with black roots, looking fluffy and messy, but it fit him very well. He also had cat-like eyes, probably a bi-product from his hybrid, part snow leopard. His lips were just as blushy red and soft-looking as the two other predators. His outfit seemed to reflect his laid-back and calm attitude, sporting a plain white shirt underneath a black bomber jacket, jeans and some plain sneakers.

The other two had noticed your oogling and looked at eachother with a questioning look.

"Come here bunny, Take a seat next to me before we introduce you to our friend." Jimin patting the empty seat next to him which you happily took.

"So, this is Yoongi, a snow leopard that lives with us." Jungkook introduced you to him, Yoongi being sat in front of you. "Then this cute bunny is Y/N, Jimin's fellow ballet classmate."

"It's nice to meet you Y/N. I hope we get along well, yeah?" Yoongi put his hand across the table for you to shake, him sporting a smirk.

His voice wasn't exactly what you'd expect from his soft and sugar-sweet like appearance. His voice was deep, a slight noticeable accent in the way he pronounced his words. It was pleasant to the ears, it could potentially put you to slee if it weren't for the current environment.

You finally took his hand, and shook it. Your foot lightly thumping on the ground in excitement. "Back at you, Yoongi."

Yoongi admired the way his name rolled off your tongue, your voice like a melody from one of his songs, your voice was soft and kind, he could tell you were a very sweet and kind hybrid.

Jimin wrapped his tail around your waist, you snapped your neck to him in exasperation, shocked at the action. "What would you like to order, cutie?" He asked with a smirk.

He didn't miss the way your foot thumping had quicked, same as your heartbeat. He could also see a rose red bloom on your cheeks. You quickly averted your gaze, hands fumbling on the menu that was on the table to look at the options, also to hide your embarrassed face from the panther.

"The veggie pasta would be good! With a lemonade! Thankyou!!!"

Jimin laughed at your adorable reaction, the other two were amused at you, with each word you say they could feel themselves falling more and more in love. As if there was a magnetic pull..

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vibratingskull · 22 days

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Your name spells l.o.v.e.

Part1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34

Tags : Reader is disabled, fluff, self-doubts, ptsd, cuddling, hurt-comfort, ice-skating, heavy make out session

Your day started rather well but derails quickly. But Thrawn is never too far away to help

FemaleReader x Thrawn

You let the water roll on your body, eyes closed, appreciating the warmth wrapping around your body. Fortunately, your legs are waterproof, it would be such a pain either way. The vapors rise in the glass cabin, blurring your vision. You sigh in delight, letting your stress melt under the water. You’re mentally reviewing what you will cook for this morning.

What would Thrawn like? You really should take note of his favorite dishes to cook them regularly, “Cooking is a good way to keep your man happy” your mom told you before when you helped her in the kitchen.

You don’t know enough recipes, you should buy a new cookbook and practice. You shouldn't start worrying about acquiring new skills when you have a baby in your arms.". Also, you should be able to cook at the level of the dish served to him on the Chimaera! What would it say about you if you cannot even do that?

You purse your lips, you also have the dishes and the laundry to take care of…

Once your shower is done you wrap yourself in Thrawn’s robe, inhaling his scent deep inside your lungs. What a pleasure. You brush your face in the fluffy fabric with another sigh. You open the basket to find it empty.

Where are all the clothes?

You enter the kitchen where you discover Thrawn savoring a cup of caff while reading his datapad. He raises his head at your approach.

“Cha’cah.” He greets you with a thin smile.

You stop, getting submerged by the obscene memories of yesterday morning again and your heart starts sprinting immediately. You feel your cheeks flush, remembering how you served him and how he touched you sent you into a flustered panic.

He tilts his head, amused.

“Are you not going to greet me properly, my love?”

He extends his hand to you, and you take it after an hesitation, pulling you into a hug and he captures your lips immediately. He came back to his usual self, showering you with affection, kissing your face, hugging you… But this time he doesn’t shy away from kissing your lips properly, licking them with his tongue and embracing them.

It makes you melt and you feel like a teen experiencing her first relationship, all shy and giddy. You're glad his affection returned as before, he hugs and nudges you as he used to. These two days giving you the cold shoulder was killing you, and you are so relieved to be in his arms once again.

He invites you to open your mouth and dances with your tongue delicately and you moan against his lips,earning a faint purr. He squeezes you against his large form, making you feel small, but protected.

He then parts from you to let you breathe, looking unbothered but satisfied of his effect on you.

“Did you sleep well, Cheo vir?”

No.

No you didn’t.

Satlove’s head and voice is omnipresent in each of your dreams, haunting you. Sometimes you feel him behind your back when you’re awake, ready to jump on you and finish the job for good this time. You woke up at night, nerves on fire, goosebump all over your skin, refraining a scream to not wake up Thrawn and the neighbors. You hug the cover, nails digged into the fabric, out of breath with a headache. Your nights are either sleepless or full of nightmares since that fateful day.

But he doesn’t need to know that.

“Agitated but well.” You respond, circling his neck with your arms.

You press your foreheads together and he cradles you gently. You look at his close face, with his eyes closed, his purr resonating at your ears.

He is so handsome and regal…And so nice to you… So tender…

Sometimes you look at him and want to burst into tears in joy, to have this man be your partner is a blessing of the Maker, even if you don’t believe in it.

“Do you know where all the dirty clothes are? The basket was empty.” You ask, squirming closer in his arms.

“I took care of it.”

What?

You lean your head over his shoulder and see the dishes are also done.

“Oh… Thank you.” You say, a bit lost.

It's the first time one of your partners has participated in the chores.

That’s not... normal?

“Fill yourself a cup and join me on the sofa.” Thrawn says gently, kissing your cheek.

You take your favorite cup, a silly green ceramic mug with a produting tooka’s snoot and ears with the handle mimicking the tail and pour yourself a generous amount of caff before coming to sit on the couch. Thrawn circles your shoulders and presses your body against his.

“Speak to me, Cha’cah.” He just says.

“About what?” You ask, chuckling, “What do you want to know?”

“About your nightmares.”

Your sip takes the wrong way and you cough. Thrawn observes you, serious as always but you can see compassion in his shining rubies.

“What?!” You ask with a white voice.

“I know your dreams are plagued.” He squeezes your shoulders, “I spent all of our nights together cradling you while you cry in your sleep. I know you suffer terribly, as it is natural in your situation, and I want you to share your pain with me.”

He…

Oh great, you who thought you could push it under the rug.

“It’s nothing, really.” You try to cut the conversation short.

“I daresay it is not. Your trauma is important, and the sequelae are dire. You lost weight and your sleep, and I cannot simply stand by and watch you destroy yourself without you at least sharing the load.”

You bite your lips, trapped.

You didn’t tell him about your weight loss and took care not to dress before him, so when…?

You suddenly want to slap yourself. When you took off your shirt when he had his rut crisis… What an idiot! You were so distressed by Thrawn state you forgot he could see in the barely lighted bedroom.

Maker, what a dumbass you are!

And now he has you stuck between his arms!

Your mind spins at 100 miles per hour, trying to find an escape.

“Speak to me, my love.” He insists.

“I…”

You gulp, suddenly feeling an immense pressure on your body. Your eyes avert his and you feel yourself starting to tremble, so much you have to put down your cup.

“I…” You try to start, but your voice immediately crashes down.

You fidget your fingers, digging your nails in the fabric of the robe. You open your mouth only for a strangled yelp to come out. You feel your stomach turning acidic and your breath escapes you.

You hear Satlove's laugh resonating in your brain…

“I…” You choke.

You feel your ribcage retracting on itself, strangling your heart ready to explode.

“It is alright, Cha’cah.” Thrawn takes your hand to kiss your knuckles, “Do not force yourself.”

You look at him without understanding.

“But you…”

“It is evidently a wound too fresh for you. I should not have pressured you into talking. I am sorry, Cha’cah.”

He kisses your forehead again in a soothing manner.

“I simply wished for you to know you could confide in me anything, even your pain. It was distasteful of me and I did not expect it to send you into a panic.”

“It is… still hard for me.” You concede with a little voice.

Your heart is still speeding inside of your chest and you wipe your sweaty palm on the robe, but you’re relieved you will not have to talk today.

You avoid that subject like the plague.

“As long as you work with your psychiatrist, I am relieved.” He continues, caressing the back of your neck.

“I don’t have one.”

He parts with you suddenly, with a mixture of shock, surprise and indignation on his haughty face. It disappears in a split second returning to a deadly serious expression.

“You do not see a psychiatrist right now?”

“No?” You stutter, “I saw one for three sessions back at the hospital but that’s it. I don’t have time for that.”

“Are you aware we have specialists aboard the ISDs?” He asks incredibly gravely.

“We do?” You’re flabbergasted.

You didn’t know that!

He immediately takes his comlink, standing up from the sofa.

“I am booking you an appointment.” He declares.

“No Thrawn, it’s good. I assure you, it’s fine” You temper, trying to calm his ardour.

He gives you a side glance, clearly unconvinced.

“Permit me to doubt it. Your reaction was truly revealing.”

You greet your teeth. You don’t want to speak about it!

Ever!

It is too painful.

“Thrawn, please…”

“Therapy is an efficient way to heal, Cha’cah. They are specialized in war traumas, they can help you.” He gently insists.

“THRAWN, NO!”

He turns to you, silent and eyes sharp and inquisitive. You realize you were the one who shouted.

“I…”

He tilts his head, awaiting your explanation of your sudden outburst. You hug yourself, still trembling, mouth open, trying to push words out of your mouth.

You suddenly turn away and run to the bedroom.

Thrawn calmly follows to find you curled over the toilet seat in your bathroom, vomiting your entrails. You feel his large and warm hand on your back, caressing it gently and soothingly. You try to ask him to get out, but another wave of sickness silences you, shaking your whole body.

“Please…” You beg.

“Breath, Cha’cah.” He advises softly.

With one knee on the ground, he places himself at your side, delicately taking your hair out of your face as you keep puking.

You gag over the toilet seat, but the sickness subsides slowly. You finally fall on your ankles, panting, flushing the toilet.

Thrawn applies a wet washcloth on your forehead, his arm circling your shoulders.

“Relax, Ch’acah. Breath through your nose.”

“I am sorry…”

“What for?” He tilts his head.

“For shouting at you, and… that charming sight and smell…”

“I have witnessed worse. I can stomach a sickness.” He comforts you.

You gulp, laying your head on his shoulder, your strength slowly coming back through your limbs.

“May I ask why you refuse to see a therapist?” He murmurs.

You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand and sigh.

“I do not want to confront those memories…”

“Why?”

“Because… They are so painful. I want to bury them, forget them…”

“You will never forget those memories.” He responds, “But you can advance past them, grow and heal.” He pushes a strand of hair out of your face, “But you will need to confront them.”

You shake your head, yelping.

“You can try to push them down and forget them, but those memories will only devour you alive, poison your personality and reshape you in their image. They will make you suffer everyday, deeper and deeper until irrevocably and drastically changing you as a person, for the worse.”

“I… I can’t…” Your voice breaks.

“I know it is hard, Cha’cah.” He presses you tighter, sitting with you in your little bathroom on the cold floor, “Facing yourself and your traumas is uncomfortable and terrifying. But you have to face your deepest fears to mend.”

His hand comes caressing your hair as you shake.

“Please, promise me you will think about it.” He asks seriously.

Is it… Worry that you hear underlying his assured voice?

“Aren't there any other ways?” You plead.

“There is not, I am afraid. This is our fate as warriors.”

You bury your face in the crook of his neck and let silent tears roll on your cheeks. He hugs you tight in response, caressing your hair and back. He remained still for as long as you needed him, for as long as you cried.

You finally calm down and unfasten your arms around his neck to wipe out the last tear off.

“Do you feel better?”

“Yes, I think…”

“Good. Brush your teeth, I will cook you something.” He says.

You part with him with a shocked and worried expression.

“You will… cook?”

“Is there a problem?”

This is your domain, your duty. You permitted him to try and play with it for a bit, but it is time order comes back in this household.

“Thrawn, we both know your strengths aren’t in the kitchen.”

“You are in no state to manipulate knives, let me help.”

“Thrawn, with all due respect: No.”

He purses his lips for a split second.

“How can I help?”

You giggle in his arms, touched by his pouty face and will to help.

“Thank you, love.” You nudge against his large, tall and warm body, like a tooka in its basket.

“You still need to eat, will you help and advise me in this case?”

“Alright…” You accept with a tired sigh, “Either way you will poison me.”

“I humbly admit, cooking is not part of my skills.”

“Of course, it is my job to take care of that.” You assure.

He frowns for a split second but doesn’t respond.

He helps you stand up on your wobbly legs and exit the bathroom while you brush your teeth.

When you go back to the living room, Thrawn is sharpening the blades adroitly, his tall stature turned back from you. You approach silently and circle his hips with your arms.

“I am sorry I shouted…” you insist.

“There is no problem, cheo Cha’cah, I should not have cornered you.”

Your cheek pressed against his back, you let his warmth spread in your own skin. You sigh again, feeling more at peace with his presence.

“... Did you go to therapy?” you finally ask.

“No.”

“Oh…” you let out.

“But I had someone precious to me to listen to my doubts and uncertainties.” He continues in a softer tone.

“Your brother?”

He doesn’t respond.

He doesn’t have to.

“I am sorry, Thrawn…” You press him tighter.

One of his hands comes caressing your arm in front of him.

“There is no problem.” He repeats, ever so slightly tenser, “What recipe do you want?”

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

“I never did that!” You scream, unbalanced, threatening to fall face first.

“Stop agitating yourself. Focus on grounding your feet.” Thrawn slides closer to take your hands and help you.

“Do not let me go!” You order, panicked.

“It is simple. Trust your balance.”

“In case you didn’t notice already, I have no balance on these!”

You never ice skated, ever. You tremble on your thin blade on the ice, ready to fall at any moment. Thrawn is confident and graceful, assured on his feet he skates with ease and facility.

Contrary to you.

You are absolutely pitiful.

Thrawn pulls you with him, slowly, as you dig your nails in the sleeves of his coat, desperate to not escape his grasp.

“How do you do that!?”

“I have skated since I was very young.” He explains, slightly amused by your stressful predicament, “It is second nature.”

“Well not for me, so do.not.let.me.go!” You insist.

“It is like me learning to cook,” He smiles thinly. “You need a mentor willing to let you go.”

“No, no, no, no, no, no, no…”

But he lets go of one of your arms, letting you agitate it in every direction to keep your balance.

“Aaaaah…. No, no, no… Why did you let go?” You squeal.

“For you to gain assurance.”

As you pathetically try to not fall on your butt and actually skate on the ice, you see all the families all around you, old and young, skating with more or less experience. Some kids were so much more comfortable than you, some even spinning and jumping in the air to land with practiced ease on the ice.

You cower against Thrawn, holding on to him. He receives you in his arms with a soft chuckle.

“How do you intend to progress if you do not let go?” He inquires.

“Do I really need to be able to let go for my first try? We could always come back!” You say panicked.

“Indeed we could. But gliding with confidence on the ice is such a delightful sensation, I want you to experience it.” He pushes you forward, letting you go completely.

“No! How dare you! THRAWN!” You scream horrified as you glide on the ice all by yourself.

You can hear the experienced children laugh at you behind their hands, but you do not care. Your only worry is TO NOT FALL.

By sheer desperation you push on your feet, skating farther and farther all by yourself. You keep going with the low wall as a finish line in your eyes.

You crash against it, cutting your breath.

Finally!Some support!

You spin on yourself, holding the rail, ready to scream at Thrawn, absolutely scandalized.

He arrives at your side smoothly, clearly amused behind his stern and respectful expression.

“How was it?” He inquires, relaxed.

He clearly appears more at home on the ice than anywhere else you saw him. It’s true his homeworld is frozen, it must remind him of the past.

“Terrible! It was terrible! How do you do that?!”

“I learned when I was two.” He explains like it is obvious.

“How?!”

“Temperatures used to drop so low that the only way for pedestrians to travel anywhere was ice skating. As soon as I could stand on my feet my parents put ice skates on them, I learned with…”

The gleam of amusement dies down, and his expression hardens subtly, his eyes narrowing slightly.

“With?” You ask, encouraging him.

“It is not important. I mastered this skill early with my family. And now I can teach you.” The tone is just a tad colder and distant.

You look at his face, gauging him as he awaits your response.

“You were clearly speaking about someone precisely.” You try, “Who was it?”

“It is nothing important.”

“Is it? You have the same face you had when you told me about your brother, back in that cavern.”

He tenses up ever so slightly.

Oh…

“Thrawn, I did not meant-”

“I know you did not.” He cuts you short, “Maybe you wish to learn by yourself. I will give you some space for you to evolve on your own terms.”

“Thrawn!” You try to hold him back.

But he skates away from you with ease and elegance. You look at him going away, helpless.

Blast! You just needed to keep your mouth shut, and now look at you…

You sigh.

‘Congratulations, you idiot!’

You look at him, slaloming between people swiftly. Away from you…

You grumble and, very hesitantly, resume your skating, holding on to the rail for dear life. You laboriously manage to go forward, with the occasional loss of balance from time to time. You greet your teeth and keep going forward, really slowly, but that is still a win for you.

You’re never going to reach him back at that speed. He will easily complete several laps while you pathetically look down on your feet to not fall.

When you raise back your head to assert his position on the ice, you see him kneeling on the ice next to a kid.

The child seems to be crying.

Did they fall? Are they hurt? You accelerate the best you can to reach them.

You see Thrawn helping the little ones back on their feet, they’re visibly shaken and terrified.

You take a deep breath and push on the wall to propulse you in their direction.

You reach them with more or less gracefulness, but join them nonetheless.

“What-WOAH!” You yelp, slamming into Thrawn that catches you before you run over the poor kid, “What happened?”

“She fell in front of me.” He simply explains, holding the little alien girl by her hand.

The little girl is crying, cheek soiled with tears, holding on to his larger hand.

“Oh no, poor little one.” You admit, “Are you wounded?”

“No… I-I don’t think so…” She sobs. “But it hurted when I fell.”

“Where?” Thrawn asks

“On my knee.” She sniffs.

He kneels in front of her and gently manipulates her articulation.

“Does it hurt when I bend it?”

“A little…”

“You have not been scratched, I do not see any blood on your pants. It is a simple bruise, you will be fine.” He raises his gaze to hers with a soft voice.

“I don’t know how to skate.” She explains.

“You’re not the only one. I am a beginner too.” you say.

She looks at you with round eyes.

“But you’re an adult.”

“That doesn’t mean anything. It is my first time skating and I am bad at it too.”

“Judging from both of your performances, my fiance is worse than you.” Thrawn reveals.

“Hey!” You protest, slapping his shoulder.

“You’re engaged?” She asks with stars in her eyes, the pain of the fall already forgotten.

Thrawn looks up to you, meeting your gaze. You do not know how to respond.

It’s the second time Thrawn called you his fiance, and you both imagined your life together, but…

“No, we are not.” Thrawn cuts your doubt, “But we are together.”

“Like a couple?” She insists.

“Indeed.”

She gasps, eyes full of stars but suddenly, her expression darkens.

“Mom and dad aren’t a couple anymore. They got a… a…” She searches

“A divorce?” You propose.

She nods, sadly.

“I am sorry.” You sympathize.

“Where is the parent looking over you?” Thrawn asks.

“Not here. Dad left me here cause he has a meeting.” She grumbles.

Thrawn looks back at you and you shrug.

“Do you wish for me to teach you how to ice-skate?” Thrawn proposes gently, swapping the subject matter to something less painful for the kid.

“You would?”

“Yes.” He stands back on his blades, “(Y/n), take her other hand.”

“Are you sure? I am still unsure of my own balance.” you argue.

“Everything is going to be fine. You only need practice.”

You clumsily walk to her side and take her little hand.

And off you go.

You advance hand in hand, at a low speed among the rest of the skaters. It is easier for you to skate while holding someone else, even if you still have some mishaps.

“See? Even adults can have difficulties, what matters is working to better oneself.” Thrawn stoically points your errors to the little girl.

She burst out laughing.

“Hey! Hey! Hey! No mocking!” You bite back, “At least I didn’t fall on my butt, miss.”

She grins, amused, getting more and more confident on her skates.

You keep making laps slowly, cradled by the sliding sensation over the ice.

Thrawn was right! It is pleasant!

Soon enough, she lets you go, gaining speed, skating away. Thrawn closes the gap between you, a hand coming against your lower back to ground you.

“There she goes.” He says mysteriously.

You risk a glance to his face. He is observing her sliding away with a stern expression, but his gaze is incredibly soft.

You smile.

“Thanks to you.”

He shakes his head.

“She simply discovered it for herself.”

Is he always blind to the impact he has on others lives, you wonder? Does he not see the good he releases on the world by simply being… himself?

You seize his hand and squeeze it.

“No, it is thanks to you, Thrawn.”

You keep skating hand in hand again, this time he doesn’t let you go. He holds you firmly, but also gently.

“Byyyyyyyyyyyye!” You hear a shout.

You both turn your head to the little girl, smiling and holding her father’s hand, waving at you.

You smile and wave back at the two.

You flow on the ice with Thrawn’s aid, less terrified now.

“You are progressing.” Thrawn praises you sternly.

But the soft pride in his voice is unmistakable.

“That is not a reason to let go!” You immediately add.

And he doesn’t. Instead he holds you close to him, skating side by side until you are trembling, frozen.

“Let’s go home.” Thrawn invites.

You go back to your little apartment, hand in hand. His hand is large and warm compared to yours, just like the rest of his gigantic body.

Not to your distaste.

You bury your nose in your scarf and silently observe people's reactions to Thrawn. Men look envious of his stature and charisma, raising their heads to see him towering over them. And women giggle like young girls on his path, turning back to see him walk away.

At your arm.

Hidden behind your scarf you smile blissfully, measuring your chance to be with him. As a power move over all of them you stop him and raise on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek. He looks at you a bit puzzled by your sudden affection but does not reject you.

This beautiful gentleman is yours only!

He gently seizes your chin to incline your head and capture your lips in the middle of the street. You hear a gasp in the crowd as your lips meet immodestly at the view of everyone.

You puff in the kiss, taken by surprise by his response.

He leaves you breathless and panting while looking perfectly undisturbed, making you flush profusely. His thumb caresses your lower lips tenderly as he straightens his back.

“Did you lose your words?” He asks with his typical dry humor.

You feel your cheeks heating up so much at his carmine gaze devouring you like that.

“I did not expect you to kiss me in the middle of the street in front of everyone…” You explain, flustered.

“Why not?” He tilts his head, “You appeared to be craving some affection.”

“I just thought you would be more secretive in front of others.” You confuse yourself in your reasoning, melting under his burning gaze.

He lightly chuckles.

“Why would I? I am not ashamed to be at your arm and even less to show you are mine. I thought you would appreciate me kissing you?”

You hide your face in your scarf to hide from such inquisitive eyes, your legs feeling like absolute jello. The glowing heat signals of your face are all the confirmation he needs.

“Come, Ch’acah.” He invites, squeezing your hand and guiding you to your apartment.

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You sigh of relief inside your cocoon, home sweet home. You stretch to make your spine ‘pop’ with great satisfaction.

“I love being home!” You sigh.

“It is quite pleasant indeed.” Thrawn approves while taking off his long trench coat.

“My feet are all sturdy frozen!” You chuckle, “I should have wear thicker socks.” You point at your ridiculous pink flowery socks with a big smile.

You kept the habit of putting on socks and shoes to not see your mechanical legs.

To hide them from your sight and forget, at least for a moment...

“Is it uncomfortable?” Thrawn ask.

“The articulations are frozen, it’s just hard to keep my balance and walk properly.”

“Sit down on the sofa.” He orders gently, heading to the kitchen part of the room.

You let yourself fall on your sofa with a laughing ‘oof’, sprawling on the comfy furniture like a starfish. You observe your red ceiling, hypnotized by the burgundy color.

“The white ceiling was truly ugly.” You declare, “We did well to paint it all.”

“You painted it all by yourself.” Thrawn retorts from the kitchen as you hear him rummaging through stuff.

“You did the whole bedroom.”

Thrawn reappears in his signature black tank top, a clothe and a basin of hot water and kneels before you. You look at him, tilting your head as he seizes your feet to take off your socks and gently lays them in the fuming water, letting the frost disolve. He gently 'massages’ the metal of your feet, bending your toes gently to test the damage of the frost.

“No need to take care of it, I can do it myself.” You chuckle uncomfortable, not used to be served like that.

“Shhhhh. Let me help.” He shuts you down.

You fix his kneeling form, working on your articulations like he did it all his life.

“Do you need a massage in return?” You ask.

“I do not freeze as easily as humans.”Thrawn shakes his head as he looks up to you. “My organism is tailor made for cold climates.”

You nod. You try to settle down the uneasy feeling in your guts, trying to just enjoy the moment but you can feel your mother's disdain darting on you.

Why is Thrawn serving you right now and not you?

You sigh. In some way it was easier to be with Nather, with his army of droids you only had to be a pretty candy in his arms and play the trophy girlfriend, you have a harder time guessing what Thrawn wants in his life.

As that thought cross your mind you feel a wave of sickness rising in your throat, threatening to submerge you. You press your hand on your mouth to prevent the bile from passing your lips.

How can you even think that?!

“Is everything alright?” Thrawn asks, always careful of your health signals and mood swings.

You nod with a pitiful smile, putting your hand away, trembling slightly with a cold sweat.

Careful not to repeat this morning error, Thrawn doesn’t insist but you can feel his gaze on you at all time, monitoring your weakness at every moment of the day.

He keeps rolling your articulations in hot water to test your legs flexibility. You let your gaze travel your cozy little living room, you locate Benedict with her red leaf, going strong and growing with shiny new baby leaves and little white flowers, the numerous art pieces projected holograms all around the room for Thrawn, the old TV screen, and the little coffee table with the poufs.

“We should buy real paintings.” You say to yourself.

“Where would we put them?” Thrawn asks, focused on the massage.

“I don’t know. We can buy little rectangular ones, they slip anywhere! It would be better than holograms.”

He silently nods.

“Would it please you? To have some real art in the apartment?”

“Why not your own pictures?” He demands raising back his gaze to meet yours, “You snap some really good pictures with your imagers.”

“This old thing? No, not really. They’re just silly images I took in the heat of the action...” You giggle a little embarassed to be complimented on your hobby.

“They are some really good ones, we could frame them.” He insists.

You wince, pursing your lips and squirming on the couch.

“We’ll see about that.”

He takes your feet out the water to rub some grease on them and dry the metal with the clothe before putting back your socks on.

“Here. It should feel better.”

You bend your ankle and toes, testing their flexibility and indeed they now flex properly. Thrawn clears the basin water as you stretch again, fighting a yawn. Getting cared for like that made you sleepy.

An idea crosses your mind.

“What do you think of a holo night?” You ask across the entire apartment.

“As you wish.” He responds, “We should eat first.”

You tut.

“Taratata, you silly man! When it is holodrama night you snack in front of the TV!” You correct him with glee.

His nostril flares.

“Snack?” He inquires

“I’ll make you healthy snacks.” You temper.

“I’ll help you.” He goes to open the drawer with cutlery but you seize his shoulder and push him out the kitchen.

“No, no, no! You did the service on my legs, I cook!” You order him. “Shoo, mister!”

Once you’re alone in the kitchen space, you take out the cutting board and your kitchen knife.

You open the fridge and takes out vegtables like tomatoes, Balka greens, green onions, carots and Kebroot. You slice them down or cut them in dice, placing them in little bowls to make an entire platter.

Thrawn leans against the wall, looking at you cooking with his arms crossed on his chest. You turn your head to him and smile, simply happy by that simple life and domesticity.

He gently smiles back.

“If you only wanted to cut vegetables you could have let me help.” He argues.

His cutting game is immaculate but he is a real terror in the kitchen, so you’ll keep him away as much as possible.

You open the cupboards an take the mustard and olive oil. You mix in some thyme and add June-lime juice and a dash of pepper and salt with garlic powder, you pour drops of vinegar and add the grean onion and red pearls of Borfa and mix it well and thorougly.

You wipe your hands on your apron and breath deep, preparing yourself for what is to come.

Under Thrawn curious gaze you walk up to another cupboard and push all the tins and jars to take a box in the back. You brought it to the counter, feeling your hands starting to tremble.

You brace yourself and open the lid to reveal a piece of meat you hide from him.

“Where does that come from?” Thrawn immediately asks, “We stopped buying meat.”

You turn to him with a smile you hope is reassuring.

“A little surprise for you.” You say casually, hiding your tremors “It’s a family recipe I wanted you to try!”

You take out the meat to put it on the bowl full of marinade and the simple contact with the flesh sends shivers down your spine.

Let’s not even talk about the odor.

You gulp and smear the sauce over the whole chunk, feeling sickness boiling in your stomach.

You remember your torturer’s fingers gripping your soft flesh, manhandling your body...

“Ch’acah?” Thrawn calls.

But you start humming a nice tune, as much to shut him out and push down every sick feelings arising. Once the meat is well coated you take it off the bowl and on the cupboard.

You wipe your knife clean and get a hold of the meat with your hand, placing your blade over it ready to cut.

That’s when you see how your hands are trembling, you see the knife shaking terribly in your grip. You take a deep breath to calm down, to no avail.

A blue hand comes caressing your arm to gently seize your hand holding the knife as you feel Thrawn’s body pressed against your back.

“Enough Ch’acah.” He says, his gentle voice inviting no rebellion, “You are hurting yourself.” His fingers slide into yours to delicately take the knife out of your hand.

And you feel your body falling, like the thread holding you in one piece just snapped.

Thrawn catches and embraces your shaking body, pressing you tight against him, kissing the top of your head.

“It is alright. No need to force yourself (Y/n).”

“But I want you to try it...” You whisper out of breath, “That is my jo...”

You gasp repeatedly, trying to breathe the best you could.

“Do not inflict that on yourself, my love. There is no need. You are too sensitive yet.”

“It’s a fa-family recipe...” You pathetically repeat like it would explain everything, “I want you to tas-”

“Shhhhhhhh.” He craddles you, the knife laying on the counter where it cannot wound anyone.

“I am pathetic...” You let out, disgusted by your own weakness.

“No, you are not. You are suffering.” His thumb comes caressing your cheekbone as you slowly calm down. “You are home, safe. With me.”

You sniff unelegantly, burying your head in the crook of his neck to ground yourself in reality with his warm presence and scent. He squeezes you tight, pulling you away from the meat.

You hug him back, squeezing him tight. You feel the spasms of your body against his solid and still one.

“I will throw it.” He decides.

“No!” You burst into panic before calming down “No... It cost me a little fortune. I really want you to try that recipe, it comes from my homeworld...”

He looks at you suspicious.

“You cannot finish that dish.”

“Let’s wait a bit, I’ll get used to it...” You try.

“You are not touching that meat again.” He asserts, “If you really want me to taste it I will finish it.”

Argh! Everything goes downhill here!

You go to protest but his glare lets you know that your only options are him finishing that dish or him throwing away the meat alltogether.

You sigh, defeated.

“Alright...”

You pour some essential oil on a tissue and press it against your nose to cover the meat scent, sitting at the kitchen table as Thrawn cuts the meat in long cuts, dripping some honey and putting it in a pan to braise.

You inhale the essential oil, the trembling subsiding, overseeing Thrawn’s cooking. Everything goes rather well for once, he manages to cook both sides of each pieces pretty well all thing considered.

Until he lets one side burn.

“I am sorry.” He present you his excuses.

“It’s me.” You sigh, “I should had kept an eye on you, it was going pretty well and I let my guard down...”

“It is still edible.” He tells, “Nothing cutting cannot save.”

He cuts the burned size to expose the inner flesh and dive them back in the marinade and finish by cutting the meat in little dices.

You brought the plateau of vegetables with some cheese to the coffee table while he takes he meat, hidden under a clothe for your comfort.

“What do you want to watch?”

“I have no opinion.” He shrugs, “Anything you desire.”

You shoot him a mischevious smirk.

“Even a sappy, melodramatic romantic comedy?”

“If you wish to watch one.”

“Because I have an entire collection of those! If you don’t stop me I’ll force you to watch them all with me!” You threaten sadistically.

He remains unbothered.

“I am open to anything. Cinema is an art I am not well accostumed to.”

“Your call!” You snicker maniacally.

You roam around your collection of romantic dramas until you find your Graal.

The ultimate romantic comedy among romantic comedies!

The red roses of bridge Nine!

You throw yourself on the couch and Thrawn’s embrace as you lauch the drama.

Nyark nyark! That’s going to be fun!

This is the sappiest, most sugary dripping, tooth cavity giving drama you have, you cannot wait to see Thrawn exasprerated face at that disaster of a movie!

You snuggle agaisnt him with a deviant smile.

The movie is as tooth roting as you remembered, with cheezy acting and dubious quality sets and costumes. The perfect recipe for a good laugh if you watch it ironically or get on your nerves if you take it at faith value.

Thrawn remains stern, undisturbed by all the nonsense thrown at him.

Crap! Is anything able to reach this Chiss?

Laying arms in arms, his gaze travels from the screen to you.

“You seem disapointed. I thought you enjoyed this drama?”

You pout.

“My plan failed...” You complain.

One small loopsided grin spreads on his lips.

The incident in the kitchen is long gone in your mind as you laugh your ass off at the holo, snuggling in Thrawn’s hug.

He tries one piece of the meat under your watch, anxious to know if it would be to his taste.

“It is savory and sweet.” He sentences.

“Do you like it?”

“Indeed. It as a really pleasant taste and texture.”

You smile satisfied, resting your head on his arm.

The holo continues until you reach a scene you completely forgot about.

It’s when you feel Thrawn tensing up against your body that you realize subjecting a man in a rut to a sex scene, as vanilla it might be, is borderline torture!

“I am sorry Thrawn!” You launch yourself on the remote to cut the drama but Thrawn arms holds you tighter against himself.

“It is well. No need to panic.”

But you feel his powerful muscles rolling under his warm blue skin, contracting at the action on screen. His breath deepening like he was trying to contain himself.

You wince, feeling guilty.

You suddenly feel his lips grazing your neck and shoulder like delicate butterfly wings, peppering sweet kisses on your thin skin. His arms snakes their way around your form to prevent you from moving away.

From escaping him...

He buries his head in the crook of our neck to deeply inhale your musk. You feel him shuddering in agaisnt your back, one of his hand sliding under your shirt to caress your tummy.

He makes you roll suddenly to get on top of you, trapping you under his weight and captures your lips. You gasp, tacken by surprise.

This kiss is so demanding! So pressing!

You have difficulties meeting his eagerness as he licks and bites your lips and tongue, pushing his own down your mouth to hug and dance tenderly. You cannot help but moan in the kiss, circling his neck with your arms and his waist with your mechanical legs. He waves his entire body agaisnt yours, seemingly desesperate for any frictions.

You let one of your hand travel south, caressing its way along his perfect body to take him and relieve him with some caress but one of his own hand immobilize it on the couch, clasping them and entertwining your fingers together.

He kisses you urgently, groaning his desire in unison with the fake moans coming from the TV. You can feel his body temperature skyrocketing, getting sweatier as the rut takes the reins of his reason. Trapped under him you cannot do anything but take it.

Like you wanted anything else more than that!

You mewl and welcome him, more in tune with his craving now, spreading your legs open to welcome him. As you desesperatly try to breath in the kiss you hear his growl rising in the little room, getting steamier and steamier by the seconds...

His other hand caress your back under your shirt, letting his warm skin discovering yours. His hand stops over the back of your bra and gently tugs on it, not to open it but rather to evaluate the true strenght he would need to tear it apart if need be...

He presses down his clothed groin against yours and brushes them together. You mewl again for Thrawn, feeling the fire spreading through your veins and your core demanding attention.

When you thought it will finally happen he suddenly pulls away with a painful groan, leaving you pantless on the couch, disoriented and clothes in a mess...

You raise on your elbows, completely disheveled and flustered with swollen lips, observing him looking straight ahead, his hand clasped around his mouth like he couldn’t believe he just caved in his baseless tendencies.

“Thrawn?” You call for him gently.

He shudders slightly and passes his hand in his luscious black blue hair, sighing.

“I am sorry, Ch’acah.” He finally lets out, “I lost control. It will not happen again.”

He doesn’t look at you.

“No, Thrawn... It’s alright...” Your hand goes to caress his shoulder but he evades you.

He feels really on edge. Your hands fall on your knees, powerless in front of your Chiss’ pain.

“I need a shower.” And he jumps on his feet to disappear in the bedroom.

You’re left alone in the hot room, excited and frustrated. You cut the movie, not interested in it anymore. You dress back correctly and clear the table as you hear the water running.

His shower must be icy cold to calm him down.

You’re focused on the dishes when you feel strong arms circling your waist once again.

“You’re back.” You note, a tad painfully.

You hear him smell your undone hair.

“I should not leave you alone after edging you like that.” He recognizes, “But I needed to clear my mind urgently.”

You purse your lips, finishing the dishes.

“Are you mad?” He asks, almost affraid of your response, almost... But you know him.

“No.” You let him know, “You were clear nothing would happen during your rut cycle.” You turn to him, laying against the counter.

“I see in your body language you are displeased.” He pulls you back towards him. “I am sorry.”

“It’s nothing.”

You’ll take care of it yourself later, you’re used to that.

A glint of pain flashes on his face, very well aware of his mistake. He presses your bodies in a warm embrace he hopes is soothing to you.

“Can I do something for you?”

You purse your lips.

“I just want a hug from my man...”

He hugs you tight and eagerly, letting your face rest on his broad chest, still fresh from the cold shower and despite the shirt.

“Let’s fisnish that movie.”

You look at him in surprise and suspicious.

“Are you sure?”

“I was invested in the drama, we will simply pass the risqué scenes.” He smiles with his signature tight grin, pulling you to the couch again.

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