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vpyre · 2 months

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Can You Feel Me Longing for You (forever)

A gn!Reader/Copia smut fic

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(Italian translations at the end)

You’re a new member of the satanic congregation, and Copia catches your eye the very second you join up. He is so sweet to you, and you find yourself immediately endeared by his soft and dorky disposition. And he clearly likes you too. Being subtle is NOT his strong suit, no matter how hard he tries. The unfortunate thing is that he’s so busy with tour prep, he barely has time for the brief conversations you two manage to have every day after rituals. That’s not for his lack of trying, however. He’s got it BAD for you, and he thinks you don’t know.

Eventually, you decide to take matters into your own hands, and you make your move in one of the few places he can’t be easily dragged away from: the confessional booth.

The dark of the confessional booth was a heavy and close thing; the thick velvet curtain muffled sounds both inside and out, and the solid wood walls amplified the rustle of every move, the huff of every breath. It was very stuffy. Copia sat on the bench, fidgeting with the hem of his robes as he waited for the sounds of movement in the other compartment to settle. He would be lying if he said he wasn't at least a little excited that it was you on the other side of that grate. He’d only had a few in-depth conversations with you, but they’d always been very pleasant and left him wishing for more. Unfortunately, it was ridiculously busy due to the upcoming tour, so the opportunities for more than simple, casual conversation were few and far between, no matter how much he wanted to see you. And he wanted it pretty badly.

In the few months since you’d joined the clergy, you’d managed to pique his interest in a way that no one else ever had. The way you watched him from the congregation during rituals made him feel a little weak in the knees and warm in the face; something about your eyes kept him hopelessly transfixed whenever he looked at you. He couldn’t help but subtly search for you in crowds, keep an eye out for you in the halls and courtyards of the ministry, watching through windows, hoping to catch a glimpse of you. At the same time, he hardly dared to entertain any overtly lustful thoughts; he was sure you didn’t feel the same way. Perhaps it was for the best that he hardly ever got to actually spend time with you. Why would someone like you be interested in a silly old man like him?

A sigh from the other compartment dragged his attention back to the here and now.

“Forgive me, Papa, for I fear I might have sinned.”

He couldn’t help but quietly giggle a bit at the amount of concern in your tone. It was a little silly to be so worried about something like that, but he reminded himself that you were still somewhat new to all this.

“Well, eh, sinning is sorta what we’re all about, y’know? This is a satanic church after all.”

“Yeah, I figured that might be the case. I’m just not sure if what I’ve been thinking is an exception or not. I don’t know what’s considered acceptable and what’s crossing the line just yet.”

He heard the kneeling bench creak as you shifted uncertainly.

“I’m sure it can’t be that bad, eh? Especially if you are only thinking it. Do you wanna tell me what it is you’re thinking about? I can try to, uh, help you figure it all out. No pressure, of course, though, mio caro.”

His tone was bright and understanding; this was something he could do for you, a small way he could make your day better (eager to please as always). You shifted again, the groaning complaint of the old wood sharp in the dull silence.

“I’ve been having… lustful thoughts about someone, Papa. Worse than I’ve ever had them before.”

Ah. His smile dropped, and a little pang of disappointment needled at his heart. So it was confirmed; you had your eye on someone, and it was almost certainly not him. He gave himself a little mental shake. He would have time to be sad later; for now, he wanted to help you as best he could.

“You know lust is encouraged here, caro! You are aware of how regularly we hold orgies, right?”

He heard you huff a short, dry laugh. “I guess it is kinda dumb to be this worried. I’m just not really sure how to proceed, or if I even should. I think about him constantly, but the circumstances aren’t the most normal either; he just feels so… off-limits.”

There was a shift in your tone that caught his attention, though he couldn’t quite parse it. It was hesitant, almost secretive. Cagey? But it would be silly to be secretive in a confessional of all places. Eh. Probably just nervous.

“Nobody here is off limits as long as you ask,” he quipped with a small chuckle. “What is it that makes him feel so, ehm, out of reach? Do you not get to talk with each other much?

“That is actually one of the problems, yes.” Another moment of hesitation, then you continued, “…But the main reason is that he’s in a much higher standing. And he’s a good deal older to boot.”

Oh. For the first time since he’d met you, he felt the ghost of a chance waver into being. He almost didn’t want to think any further in case he was wrong yet again. Too many times had he misread people’s feelings for him and gotten turned down; he didn’t trust his own judgment when it came to stuff like that anymore. It could just be a cardinale for all he knew. But maybe… maybe since this was confessional, he could weasel a few more details out of you just to be sure.

Cautious hope bloomed in his chest; so cautious he couldn’t even let himself smile for fear it would be wiped off his face in the next few minutes. Tentatively, he started probing.

“Oh. Uh… is he, eh, one of the leaders for this branch, or one of the new guys somewhere else? I know you said you don’t get to talk to him much. Is that why?”

“No, he’s…” you sighed, “he’s here. At this one. He just seems to be busy all the time. I dunno. Maybe it’s for the best that I don’t get to see him much; the thoughts I have about him don’t exactly honor the fact that he technically has authority over me and everyone else here.”

Copia felt his cheeks warm a bit, unable to keep from imagining just what kind of thoughts you were having about this elusive someone; this person who might be him. With every word out of your mouth, it got harder and harder to ignore his wishful thinking. And hey, what would be the harm in letting himself believe, just for the time being, that you wanted him? That you thought about him constantly; maybe even touched yourself to the thought of him being at your mercy. The very idea of being subject to your control made him slightly woozy, heat beginning to bloom between his legs. Satanas below, he was beginning to regret missing so many lust rituals over the last couple of months. He was far more pent-up than he was used to. Cazzo—this damn tour was going to be the end of him, and it hadn’t even started yet!

Realizing he’d been quiet for a little too long, he stuttered out, “Well, uh… some people are- are into that sorta thing, y’know? Especially here. Y’know. Where we have sex rituals. And stuff.”

“Yeah, but has anyone ever put the papa on a leash?”

His breath caught in his throat, and he almost choked, making a weird little strangled noise he hoped was passable as a laugh. You were clearly joking, but that mental image transcended tone and burned bright in his mind—almost as bright as his cheeks must be by now. Resisting the urge to hide his face in his hands (no one can even see you right now, idiota!), he tittered out a nervous little laugh and flapped his hands, pointedly ignoring the telltale twitch from between his legs.

“I- I dunno, but, uh, I wouldn’t be surprised. My predecessor had a favorite ghoul, and they seemed like the types to do that sort of thing. And, you know, being Papa doesn’t mean that one always wants to be in charge. It’s a hard job! Sometimes I- eh… he might want to… maybe let go of everything sometimes. I’m sure that goes for lower leadership too!”

“So you’re saying that even one as exalted as Papa might still want someone to treat them like they’re a helpless little thing? Or to order them around and use them?” You asked, a barely perceptible edge darkening your tone.

Copia completely missed it. He was too busy kicking himself once again for letting himself get too pent-up as he struggled to combat his arousal and the beginnings of a bulge in his pants. For Satan’s sake, you should be much harder to rile up! You are Papa! You lead sex rituals! But he just couldn’t help it. He’d been longing for you almost since the day he met you, and he was utterly desperate. Desperate and horny and hopelessly enamored with you.

“Y- yes- I mean- it’s possible for sure. You never know until you ask, eh?”

He could have sworn he heard a very quiet chuckle as he spoke. Cazzo. His embarrassment only added fuel to the fire simmering under his skin, and he squeezed his thighs together to keep his leg from bouncing anxiously, only to immediately regret it when it made the throbbing arousal between them even worse. He was well and truly fucked.

“Are you doing alright, Papa?” you asked. There was a strange, unidentifiable emotion in your voice as you continued, “You sound a little… distracted. Do you need something?”

He struggled to find the words to answer you as he hurriedly stammered, “No, no! Non preoccuparti, sto bene. Just, um, giving this all some thought! And, eh… speaking of which, what exactly have you been thinking about? I’m a little curious.”

He felt a brief flash of anxiety. What if he was pushing his luck? What if you noticed he was all but getting off on this? But his misgivings were suffocated by his desperation. If this was to be the closest thing to you fucking him he would ever get, he was gonna take that chance.

“Oh, I don’t know… Are you sure you want to hear about all the things I want to do to him? I don’t want to get too personal if this isn’t the place for it. And you sound a little uncomfortable, Papa. I would never want to make you uncomfortable.”

Your voice was low and intimate, and you spoke slowly; something about it sounded almost teasing. Your tone on top of everything else made him so dizzy with need, he couldn’t help but inch his hand towards the laces on the front of his pants as his cock twitched with another downward surge of blood. He was sure the way you sounded was the fault of his current headspace, but he wasn’t going to complain about a little fantasizing.

“ Cazzo, tesoro, ” he breathed, almost silently.

“What was that, Papa? Are you okay?”

Shit. Apparently, not silently enough.

“Yes, caro,” he said breathlessly. “Mi dispiace. Please continue. I want to know.”

His hands trembled ever so slightly as he began to loosen the laces. Heat pulsed through him in dizzying waves.

“As you wish, Papa,” you purred. You must’ve leaned closer to the grate because your voice sounded much closer when you continued, “I think one of the things I fantasize the most about is making him cry. Whether from pleasure or pain, praise or humiliation, it’s all just as well. I want to treat him like he’s the sweetest little pet and fuck him nice and slow, but also wreck him like a slut until he’s sobbing and trying to crawl away.”

Copia bit down on his gloved knuckles to stifle a pitiful whine as a deluge of white-hot arousal engulfed him. He wanted that. He wanted it so bad. And your voice… oh, Satanas, your voice… Sliding his other hand down his loosened pants, he palmed at his bulge through his boxers with slow, purposeful squeezes. He fought the urge to rock into his own touch for fear of the creaky bench, but in the long run, it was a fight he had little hope of winning.

“I want to tell him he’s mine and fuck him until it’s the only thought in his head. I want to make his paint run everywhere from how hard he’s sobbing. My stupid whore, good for nothing else but taking my strap and looking pretty while he does it.”

He strained against the groan building in his throat, teeth digging into leather-clad fingers. Cazzo, he was already leaking. He fumbled with his pants, pulled himself out of his boxers, and continued his slow, drawn-out stroking; head tipped back and mouth slack, slicking the leather of his glove with precum. Despite being unseen and unheard, he still felt pangs of shame at the thought of possibly finishing so quickly. He wasn’t close yet, but he knew it couldn’t be long with how out of his mind with need he was. Once again, his shame went straight to his dick; and this time, he wasn’t able to muffle his whimper. It was a soft, shaky thing; tremulous and pathetic. He bit his lip and covered his mouth.

“And of course,” you murmured with a bit of a laugh, “I want to put him on a leash. Papa himself, on his knees before me, leashed and collared like the sweetest little pet. What a pretty picture he’d make.”

Oh, fuck, you were talking about him. Had been talking about him the whole time. Oh, fuck. With no point in even trying to hide it now, Copia gasped and gave himself over to pleasure.

“Fuck tesoro!” He groaned, groping desperately at his weeping, flushed cock. His hips rocked into his fist, stuttering and jerking as he felt his self-control slip from his grasp. “Fuck me! Per favore!”

“Oh, sweet boy, I would love nothing more. Just gotta wait til I’m done confessing, amorino. Then maybe I’ll let you hump my boot~”

He didn’t know where you picked up an Italian phrase like that, but he wanted more. He needed to hear more sweet words, more of the way your voice sounded when you spoke his language. He shuddered and twitched, mewled and gasped as ripples of pleasure pulsed along every nerve. He wasn’t going to last much longer.

“Please! Caro, please! Cazzo! I need you! Oh fuck-”

His cries were broken and fraught, his voice strained and cracking. He gripped the edge of the bench; fingers digging in, knuckles white as he fucked his fist with abandon, moans and curses and pretty, pretty pleas falling from his lips in an obscene, pathetic stream.

“Oh, baby, it’s okay! You’re doing so well! Go ahead and cum for me, sweetheart.“

Short, high-pitched whimpers and gasps tumbled from his mouth as he was overwhelmed by devastating ecstasy, squirming and thrusting wildly. His arm burned with exertion, and his mind went blank, drowning in pleasure.

“Ah- Fuck! Fuck! Tesoro, io- sto per venire!” He cried, tremulous and plaintive, voice breaking pitifully. “Ah-!”

He came with a soft wail, hips jerking and spasming, eyes rolling back, cum spilling from his twitching cock with each pulsing wave of his orgasm. Stars blinked at the edges of his vision, and he shook with pleasure, his small, shuddering moans filling the stuffy air.

“Such a good boy,” you crooned. “You did so well, ragazzino.”

His gently parted lips trembled, breathing little gasps as he stroked himself through his climax until he was sated. He slumped back against the wall and just sat there for a moment, breathing hard, boneless and satisfied and coming to his senses faster than he wanted to.

Oh no.

“Merda! Shit. I’m so sorry, mio caro; I shouldn’t have done that. I should’ve asked if it was okay. I- I just got caught up in the moment and I couldn’t help it and I-“

“Shh shh shh, it’s alright, Papa. It’s my fault; I was trying to work you up on purpose. You didn’t do anything I didn’t want you to do. I came to confessional so I could finally make a move on you without interruption. Seems like it worked,” you chuckled. “But seriously. It’s alright. I promise. Are you okay?”

He nodded, but realized you couldn’t see him, so he said, “Yeah, I’m okay. Better than okay, actually. That was… eh… the best it’s felt in a long time.” He felt contentedness tugging at his lips, and he let it grow until he was smiling wide, soft and blissful.

“I’m more than happy to keep up the good work, if that’s something you’d like.” Your words were playful, but he picked up on the undercurrent of uncertainty flowing just beneath.

Oh. They really like me. They want to keep seeing me.

Copia felt a hint of a blush bloom on his cheeks. His smile widened into a joyful grin, and he murmured, “I’d like that. I’d like that a lot.”

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A ghoul watched as his papa staggered out of the confessional with cum on his robes and a doe-eyed stare, hair a mess and paint slightly smudged. You followed him out and gave him a devious look and a teasing grin before grabbing the front of his robes and dragging him in the direction of his quarters. The ghoul rolled its eyes and continued stacking books.

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sk8termikey · 4 months

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Chapter 17 of 21 Questions

better interface on wattpad + chaps updated till 27

What the–, Matt thought as he was currently looking at his Instagram feed. He had decided to browse through Instagram incognito with his second account, but nothing had prepared him for what he was looking at.

Am I being crazy or– there's no way. Matt was kind of starting to panic as he couldn't believe what he was seeing. He dared glance at Nick and Chris who hadn't noticed his confused state yet. Should he ask them for help? Should he mention his issue? Eh, what can I do alone… I need some objectivity.

“Hey guys…” Matt called for his brothers who were sitting on one of the beds.

“Yeah?” Chris replied without looking up.

“Can I talk about something?”

Feeling that it was somewhat important, Nick nudged Chris to put down his phone so that they could give their full attention to Matt.

“What’s going on? Are you ok?” Nick asked as he was worried with the tone Matt used.

“Hmm, nothing major but I needed to tell you about someone.”

“Okay…” Nick and Chris said in sync.

“So– I’ve been talking to this girl for like six or seven months I guess like since spring I’d say and…”

Now knowing where the conversation could go, neither Chris nor Nick was going to interrupt Matt as it was now or never.

“She might know us?” Matt internally cringed as he wasn’t even sure of what he was saying.

“What do you mean?” Nick demanded as he wanted clarification. “Have you said anything about yourself?”

“No but why are we only learning about this girl now?” Chris eventually interrupted as he felt confused.

“Well no, like– she knows my name is Matt but that’s all! It’s just– wait lemme explain, I’ll try to make sense.” Matt was starting to panic at the idea that his brothers didn’t approve of what he was going to tell them. “Ok so this girl, she’s called Lily. She randomly started texting me and at first I was weary obviously but then I realised we had quite some common ground like regarding cartoons and games such as Pokemon or Fortnite. I mean, we even played together once. But unrelated I guess, I don’t know…”

“Take your time bro, we ain’t going nowhere.” Chris reassured as he felt Matt stressing.

“Yeah, hmm… and it’s just– I started following her on Instagram with my other account you know and she’s really into photography so she posts landscapes and stuff, but her most recent posts looked too familiar and I just need you to confirm if I’m getting crazy or nah.”

As Matt had kind of finished rambling, he gave his phone open on Lily’s latest post. Nick took it and scrolled through the other posts below. Indeed, Nick and Chris felt a sense of familiarity as the photos were very much looking like the last three cities they’ve travelled to.

“Maybe she’s travelling through Florida, doesn’t mean it’s for us.” Chris tried to reason.

“Look at her tagged posts…” Matt quietly said.

Nick didn’t even have time to leave the post they were on that he let out a gasp.

“Wait– I know her.”

“WHAT?” Chris and Matt both exclaimed.

“Like I don’t know her but I know her account”, Nick started explaining as he tapped on a post of the sunset he had looked at before. “I was literally on it two days ago. She’s friends with someone who went on stage with us.”

“Oh... Oh…” They all realised together that Nick was basically confirming what Matt had been assuming.

To be absolutely certain, Nick did go see her tagged posts and indeed saw Alex’s posts from Orlando. This was now sure, Matt had met Lily and he’d had no idea although they had seen each other probably a couple of times.

“No yeah and I recognise her from our last three shows, I think?” Chris wondered out loud. “So yep bro, she does know us and we actually met her. Got a café and shit if I remember well.”

Matt didn’t know how to react. Not only Lily was a fan of him and his brothers, but he had met her in real life. How was he even supposed to react? Text her to confront her? Matt was completely lost at the moment, but only one thought was in his head and he spoke before thinking it through:

“Would it be crazy to say I wanna see her again?”

What, Matt realised what he had just said. What am I thinking? Fuck.

“Erm… what do you mean?” Nick softly asked as he could sense Matt’s stress increasing.

“Sorry, stupid idea. I don’t even know what I’m saying…” Matt replied as he was now embarrassed. “Just like– I literally met a great online friend but none of us was aware and, I don’t know… it’s weird because she might be sceptical at knowing that I am Matt, the Matt she’s been texting is the same as the Matt she’s a fan of.”

“Well, it makes sense to think like that.” Chris agreed with his brother. “But you can’t know until you guys actually talk about your real identities. Damn, it’s giving a spy movie.”

“Chris, stop.” Nick lightly punched his arm to prevent him from joking about it but when he saw that Matt actually laughed at it, he stopped tormenting Chris.

After a small silence, Matt finally gathered the courage to ask what the three of them had now been pondering about.

“Would it be weird to invite her to our last show?”

“Wow, you wanna meet her with the fam there?” Chris chuckled as he then continued with a more serious tone. “No problem with me to be honest, but how do you even want to bring this up with her?”

“Chris is right,” Nick agreed. “Are you gonna text her and reveal yourself out of nowhere?

“No, of course not.” Matt had rejected that idea from the beginning. “I kinda know how to do it I guess, but I just want your approval before doing anything.”

“Fine by me if you know how to get her there”, Chris shrugged.

“Nick?” Matt faced his brother, hoping to get a positive reaction.

“I guess it doesn’t hurt to properly meet her. And if it doesn’t work out, we’ll take care of it so don’t worry.” Nick was actually giving his brother the green light to start his plan. “If I’m not mistaken about who she is, I remember her being really nice so it should be fine.”

“Yeah, she is really kind. I always thought you'd like her, so I hope you will.”

To finish reassuring Matt that everything was alright, Nick and Chris both pulled him into a group hug before letting him go text the now infamous girl.

Lily

Hey, it’s been a while

How are you?

MATT

Heyy

Yeah sorry i’ve been mia

I’m great tho, i’ve been travelling a bit w alex so it’s really fun

You?

It’s ok don’t worry, I was busy as well with my brothers

But I’m good too :)

And yeah i saw your pics, they look really nice

Thanks!

Where were you if I can ask?

Ofc ye

We went to atlanta then florida where we still are

Oh sweet

Celebrating anything special or just a well deserved break?

Hmm both I’d say

We just went to see some artists ig

But it was cool to move around for a bit

Ok matt you can do it

Unsent

Sounds cool indeed

Which singers are on tour rn?

Oh it wasn’t a concert

It was some youtubers

Like doing a tour to meet fans, play games and shit

Shit indeed

Unsent

This is the moment

Unsent

Wait it kinda rings a bell

Is it like those triplets?

Omg yes

The sturniolo triplets

How’d you know?? You watched them too?

Well i think my cousin was supposed to see them for their last show

Talked to me about it for weeks

That’s awesome!!

Wait, was? :(

She can’t go anymore yeah

That's a bummer

I hope she'll get another occasion if they ever do another tour somewhere later

She probably will

🤞🤞

Hey hmm

Might be weird to ask idk but would you wanna go?

I promise i don't wanna sound creepy

Oh-

Damn, wasn’t expecting that

Does she only have one ticket?

She has two

Ig you went w alex, right? So that’s why i’m offering

Would be free btw

She’s not even expecting resale anymore because the show is very soon i think

Yeah in like 2 days lmao

I’m tempted bro fr

I swear i’m not trying to scam you

You’re still in florida right? So not that far away depending your current city

And i can even send you my cousin’s number if you want to talk with her

The fuck are you doing, Matt thought as he felt like he sounded desperate and didn’t know how to proceed. How would he even get someone who doesn’t exist to text Lily? As he sighed, Matt brought Nick’s attention to him.

“What’s wrong? Is she reacting negatively to whatever you’re offering?”

“I guess she’s just being careful but…” Matt thought about how he could solve his situation. “What would you do for your brother in need?”

“Helping my favourite brother? Depends but almost anything if the reward is nice enough,” Nick replied with a small laugh.

“Hey!” Chris reacted to Nick’s mention of Matt being his favourite brother.

“You know I’m kidding, my favourite is Justin obviously.”

“So yeah Nick…” Matt tried to word his request. “How would you feel about texting Lily to pretend to be my cousin who has tickets for our last show?”

Both Nick and Chris silently looked at Matt to process what was his plan. As Nick asked for clarification, Matt explained the idea he had and what he needed from Nick.

“Honestly, it’s not that bad like–” Chris was supporting Matt for what he wanted to do. “If I were in her shoes I would be the same obviously, but it seems legit.”

“Well, it is.” Matt confirmed. “We can actually give out a couple of tickets to people even if the show is sold out, just gotta ask Laura to edit them.”

“True,” Nick agreed. “Count me in, I’m actually curious to get to know your little friend outside of the ‘Meet & Greet’ atmosphere.”

With a sigh of relief, Matt was prepared to send Lily’s number to Nick and vice versa when he saw that she had replied.

Lily

I’ll trust you dw

When would you be able to send them?

“Ok slight change of plans”, Matt quickly said as he looked up from his phone. “Nick, thanks but I won’t need you for the cousin persona. A for the effort though. And questions: first, how quick can Laura make me two tickets for backstage? Second, how mad would she be that it’s fucking last minute for a random girl?”

“If we explain the whole thing to her she might not be that mad?” Chris tried to rationalise as nothing looked wrong in his opinion. “Nick can ask her for the tickets and I explain to the parents that we’ll have two guests after the show with us.”

Nick nodded in agreement with his youngest brother then took his phone to text their manager Laura and see if she would come meet them to talk. Matt felt so supported at the moment that he couldn’t help the soft look in his eyes. He was capable of looking at his brothers with such pure love, especially when they were doing the most basic things for him.

“Thank you both, I would never do anything without you by my side.”

Comforting Matt for the second time tonight, Chris and Nick side hugged him to show their appreciation as Nick announced that Laura was coming over to their room.

Half an hour later, Laura had agreed to the triplets’ request and told them that she could get the tickets for the next day first thing in the morning, which Matt passed on to Lily. She thanked him for at least five minutes as she couldn’t believe her luck. It’s not everyday that the friend you’ve been texting for seven months coincidentally has a cousin who can miraculously give you tickets to your favourite YouTubers’ tour – it's also not everyday that said friend is actually one of those YouTubers.

Now that Laura was aware of the situation and that his parents didn’t mind the additional guests – they were actually excited about meeting a new friend of their son’s, Matt felt more relaxed and confident about how next Sunday would happen: he would meet fans, take pictures with them, do the show as usual, take other pictures, do the ‘normal’ backstage then finally meet Lily. He could do it. He had met her already. This was simply a more proper meeting, right? I can do it, I did a lot already to make it happen so I can’t chicken out now.

Thank you for reading. Votes and comments are always appreciated if you like this story :) The story is co-written w @/little_grapejuice on wattpad

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somethingclevermahogony · 5 months

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Character Voice Tag

Thank you for the tag @phoenixradiant ! My line is: "Over my dead body!"

Your line is: " Did you hear that?"

These are characters from the first book of ToGS (Testaments of the Green Sea)

Narul: "Yeah? Why don't you try that, see how well it goes."

Ninma: "Nuh uh! No way! Fuck off!" She quickly glances around to make sure that none of the adults heard her curse.

Hutbari: "Ridiculous! Enough of this nonsense! If you truly think that is going to happen while I am seated on this throne I will have your brains dashed against the floor where you stand."

Bazus: "Never, I would never and will never allow that. Do you know who I am, the blood that runs in my veins? I will cut you down just for suggesting that."

Zenit: "What? No...No! How dare you? Of course you cannot!"

Akard: "Do you truly think that I would permit that?"

Zatar: "Do it. Now."

Otilia: "No! Keep suggesting idiotic things and I will treat you like the idiot that you are!"

Penetinos: "Excuse me? No, no of course not. I do not give you permission, now go, I have work to do."

Istek: "Give it a go, eh? Go on, I have faith in you. But just so you know, if you do that, someone is ending up dead." Dati: "And it won't be him."

Tagging @rhyaxxyn , @theprissythumbelina , @elsie-writes , and leaving it open!

#testamentsofthegreensea #writeblr #writing #tag game #character voice tag

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dialovers-translations · 1 year

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Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Azusa Maniac [Prologue]

Monologue

The next day,

when we arrived at the Vibora Castle,

we were indeed given a warm welcome,

just like Ruki-kun had predicted.

Apparently this was all because,

I - the person with Cordelia’s heart - tagged along.

I felt happy to know,

that I was at least somewhat helpful to the others.

Ruki-kun, Kou-kun and Yuma-kun,

were all allowed entrance as well,

as our whole group was escorted to the Great Hall as guests.

ーー At present, we are awaiting Zweig-san’s arrival,

with tense expressions on our faces.

ー The scene starts in the Great Hall of the Vibora Castle

Yui: ( The Vibora King, Zweig-san, huh...? )

( I wonder what kind of man he is? I hope he’ll be understanding... )

Azusa: ...

Ruki: ...I’ve heard that Zweig-san is a decently reasonable man. He should adapt his attitude based on what kind of person he determines you to be.

I’m leaving the rest in your hands, Azusa.

Azusa: Yeah...

Ruki: ...Rest assured. Kou, Yuma and I got your back.

All you need to do is tell the truth. If you do that, I’m sureーー

ー Zweig enters the room

Zweig: ーー So you are Mukami Azusa. And that must be Eve standing next to you.

Azusa: ...Correct.

Yui: ...Y-Yes.

( His aura is overwhelming. So this man is the Vibora King, Zweig-san... )

( It’s all up to Azusa-kun now. ...If he somehow manages to convince the Vibora King... )

Zweig: Even if you are here to apologize for your previous actions, you shall not be forgiven.

Azusa: ...Ugh...

Zweig: I am sure you understand that as well?

That it is very difficult to show forgiveness when somebody not only trespasses your territory, but murders your own kind on top of that.

Azusa: ...I do.

ー Azusa bows down

Azusa: ーー Zweig-sama. I am terribly sorry.

Yui: A-Azusa-kun!?

( I didn’t expect for him to bow his head...!? )

Azusa: I shall not deny...That I did in fact set foot on your territory that day.

However...Please believe me when I say that it was not at all my intention to stir up trouble.

...It was entirely my fault for being in a hurry...

Zweig: ...

So, this lack of a calm mind caused you to kill my people?

Azusa: N-No...!

I swear that I have not killed your comrades. Please, believe me...!

Zweig: ...Then, who is the individual who drew their weapon at my people?

Azusa: Well...

...

Zweig: Heh...You cannot say? Then I have no other choice. I will have to assume that you are the culpーー

Yuma: ーー Fuck that!!

Yui: ( Yuma-kun!? Even though Ruki-kun told him not to...! )

Yuma: Azusa’s got a heart of fuckin’ gold, he’d rather choose to hurt himself than to harm others!

He would never kill someone! I can vouch for that!

Kou: Exactly! Could you not make such groundless assumptions!?

My precious little brother would never, ever do something like that!

Azusa: Yuma, Kou...

Zweig: ...If I recall correctly, the two of you are his older brothers.

However, I have also heard that you are not actually related by blood. ...Then why would you defend him?

I hope you realize that by attacking me like this, you could possibly put your own lives at risk?

Kou: We’re not defending him! We say this because we have faith in him!

Yuma: Hell yeah! We know him better than anyone else! Whether we’re blood related or not doesn’t mean shit!

Zweig: Heh. ...I see. It would appear that you are all connected by a strong bond.

Vibora A: You fiends! How dare you speak to Zweig-sama with such a tone...!

Yuma: ...!

Vibora B: You should be ashamed of yourself! We shall chop off your heads at once!

Yui: W-Waiーー

Zweig: ーー Step back! I did not order you to do such a thing!

Vibora A: Zweig-sama...!

Vibora B: Our sincere apologies...!

ー The two Vibora retreat

Azusa: ...

Yui: ( Don’t tell me...Did Zweig-san save them? But why would he suddenly...? )

Zweig: ーー Mukami Azusa. I shall believe you on your word.

Azusa: Eh...?

Zweig: I have been deeply moved by the way you brothers look out for each other, as well as the strong bond you share.

I wonder if you are capable of harboring such sentiments because you were once human?

...I feel like I finally understand after seeing you in action.

Why Karlheinz-san would insist every once in a while,

that even Demons should be capable of human emotions and thought.

Azusa: ...

Zweig: Your actions have made it very clear to me that you are people worthy of being trusted. Forget about my earlier accusations.

Azusa: T-Thank you very much...!

Zweig: There is no longer any bad blood between us. ...We shall hold a celebatory banquet to welcome Eve to our Castle.

Yui: A banquet? F-For...me?

Zweig: Your heart is that of the Demon Lord Burai’s daughter. We have to give you a warm welcome, obviously.

ーー Well then, please enjoy the party to your heart’s content!

*Snap*

Monologue

As soon as Zweig-san snapped his fingers,

bright and beautiful decorations furnished the area around us,

as other people from the Vibora Clan began to enter the hall,

all dressed in formal wear.

I did not expect to be welcomed with open arms like this.

As Ruki-kun looked from left to right,

he confirmed his earlier assumptions,

that Zweig-san is indeed a reasonable man.

While he is rumored to be someone,

who if you upset him once,

he shall show no mercy and destroy you,

he also isn’t the kind of guy who isn’t willing to listen to others.

Looking at Azusa-kun,

sighing in relief with one hand placed on his chest,

his other brothers finally smiled as well.

ーー Let’s make the best of this party.

Each of us went our own ways,

mixing in with the crowd.

Yui: This really is amazing...

( There’s an elaborate feast and festive music playing through the room. )

( Also, all of the Vibora women are so pretty... )

Azusa: Everyone’s stunning, don’t you hink...?

Yui: Exactly. Their dresses are so charming as well, I’m in awe.

Azusa: ...I’m sorry, Eve.

Yui: Eh?

Azusa: I’m sure that deep down...You’d love to dress up like a Princess as well, no...?

But...Because I can’t give you such a life...

Yui: That’s not necessary, Azusa-kun. I’m happy as long as we can be together.

Azusa: But...

All girls dream of...looking like that, no?

Yui: Well...

( ...There’s really nothing for him to worry about. )

( I guess just words aren’t enough to convince him? I wonder what I need to do for him to understand? )

( ...Right! )

*Rustle*

Yui: Hey, Azusa-kun. Let’s dance together?

Azusa: Eh...?

Yui: Didn’t you hear the others earlier? We should make the best of this party.

( If words won’t do, I’ll just have to show through actions instead. )

( That I’m happy just by having him at my side...I hope he’ll realize at least somewhat... )

Let’s dance, Azusa-kun.

Azusa: ...Thank you.

On certain CGs, little black roses will appear on the screen. If you click on them, you get an extra line of dialogue.

“Hey, Eve...Can you tell how I feel? I surely hope all of my feelings are reaching you...”

“Every time you tell me that you love me...A warm feeling wells up inside my chest...”

Yui: ( We went through a lot but...I’m glad we made it past one hurdle. )

( I’m so happy...To be able to enjoy dancing with Azusa-kun like this. )

*Thud*

Azusa: !?

Yui: Ahーー!?

Azusa: ...Sorry. Seems like I can’t dance well after all.

I’m...lacking one arm after all. So I can’t support you properly...

Yui: ...

No, that doesn’t matter.

We can just support each other, no?

Azusa: ...Yeah.

Yui: Hey, Azusa-kun.

When you confronted Zweig-san head-on earlier...You looked very cool, you know?

I fell in love with you all over again.

Thank you for mustering up the courage for all of us.

Azusa: ...

I also fall deeper in love with you...just by spending time together...

More than yesterday, and tomorrow even more than today...My love for you is overflowing...

Yui: Azusa-kun...

Azusa: I love you so much...I can’t even express it with words.

...Thank you, Yui-san. For being with me like this.

ー The scene shifts to the forest

Yui: ...

( I’m glad Azusa-kun seems to be feeling better. )

( I came outside to get some fresh air but... )

( He seemed to be enjoying his conversation with the others, so I’m sure he’ll be fine. )

ー Somebody bumps into her

*Thud*

Yui: ...!

???: M-My sincere apologies. I happen to be in a bit of a rush. Are you unharmed?

Yui: Y-Yes, I’m fine.

???: I see. ...Well then, if you’d excuse me now.

ー The mysterious man leaves again

Yui: ...?

( That man isn’t a Vibora, is he? I wonder what he’s doing here...? )

( Besides, I feel like I’ve seen him somewhere before? When could that have been...? )

ー Yui can hear commotion in the background

Yui: ーー !?

( Did those screams just now come from inside the castle!?

( Azusa-kun and the others might be in dangerーー )

ー She rushes back inside to find the place set on fire

Yui: ...!?

( How...!? There weren’t any indications of a fire earlier...!? )

( Where’s everyone!? Are they alright...!? )

ーー Azusa-kun!

Ruki-kun, Kou-kun! Yuma-kun...!

ー She spots them in the distance

Yui: ( ーー There they are...! )

You guys!

ー Yui runs up to them

Azusa: ...Eve...! You’re safe...

Yui: Y-Yeah! But how did this happen...?

Kou: We’re not quite sure either...

Something suddenly caught on fire and it spread in a matter of seconds.

Yuma: Somebody set the place on fire.

Yui: Set on fire...!?

Yuma: I mean, it doesn’t make sense for a fire to spread this quickly out of nowhere, right!?

Yui: No way...! But who would...Coff!

Azusa: E-Eve...!

Yui: ( ...I inhaled some of the smoke...! )

Ruki: ーー Let’s go. We should get away from this place before discussing the details.

A hole has formed in the ceiling because of the flames. Let’s escape through there.

Yui: O-Okay.

Kou: Then, Azusa-kun. You take M-neko-chan up in the air with yーー ...Azusa-kun?

Azusa: Hey...What will happen to all of the Vibora left in the castle...!?

If we make a run for it...What will happen to them...?

Yui: ( The Vibora are snake people. I’m sure they can’t fly, right...? Which means, all of them will... )

Ugh...

Ruki: ...Now’s not the time to hesitate.

Kou: ...Ruki-kun’s right. Let’s go, Azusa-kuーー

Vibora child: Uwaaah! Mama!

Uu...Hic...!

Azusa: ...Ah...

You guys...can go ahead. I have to...at the very least take that child with me...!

ー Azusa runs off

Yui: Azusa-kun!

*Woosh*

Yui: Kyaah!?

Yuma: ーー Ruki! Kou! Take care of her!

I’ll join y’all later bringin’ Azusa with me!

Kou: O-Okay...!

ー Yuma runs after Azusa

Yui: ( Oh no, Azusa-kun... )

ー Ruki steps closer

Ruki: Rest assured. Yuma will most definitely bring him back home.

Kou: Off we go...!

*SCENE SHIFT*

Azusa: I’ll...save you right awayーー

ーー Uu!?

ー Azusa collapses

*Thud*

Yuma: Azusa!!

ー Yuma lifts him up

*Thud*

Azusa: ...Uu...

Yuma: Oi, Azusa!? Are ya alright!?

Azusa: ...

Yuma: ーー Damnit! Don’t be doin’ stupid shit!!

ー The scene shifts to the forest

Yui: ...Coff...

( I somehow made it out thanks to the others but... )

...

ー She looks back at the Castle still burning

Kou: Don’t let it get to your heart. We had our hands full just saving our own skin back then.

Yui: Yeah...

ーー Right, what about Azusa-kun!? Is he alright...?

ー Yuma walks up to them

Azusa: Uu...

Yui: ( His right arm is severly burned... )

Azusa-kun...!

Yuma: ...He’s just out cold. He’s not dead or anythin’.

Yui: B-But. He’s burned really badly...

Ruki: ...You’re right. He may be a Vampire, but we need to treat those burns.

Kou: Is there anywhere we can reーー

???: Huh? Is that who I think it isーー

ー Kino approaches them

???: Azusa. Long time no see. Wait, oh, he’s unconscious.

Ruki: You’re...

ー A flashback ensues

???: ーー !

*Thud*

Yui: ( Ah, the apple fell on the floor… )

Ruki: ーー Watch out. Look at where you’re going.

???: Ah, my bad.

*Rustle*

???: I’ll buy this apple. …Problem solved, right?

ー The flashback ends

Yui: ( Right, from back then...! )

Kou: You two knows this guy?

But...From the looks of it, you’re not exactly on good terms...

Yui: ‘Know’ is a strong word, but we’ve run into him before at the produce section of the supermarket in the human world...

Ruki: Since you know Azusa as well...You must be Kino.

Kou: Eh!?

Yuma: Then he’s the one who turned the tables on the Vibora...?

Yui: ( He was the Vampire Azusa-kun met in the woods!? )

Kino: Fufu, correct! Good job figuring that one out, Ruki.

...Ah. If you remember our little encounter from back then, do you recall Yuuri as well?

Ruki: Yuuri?

Kino: Hey, Yuuri. Show yourself to them.

ー Yuuri walks up to them

Yuuri: ...

Kino: He’s a Ghoul named Yuuri. My buddy.

He’s always with me and helps me out in various ways.

Yui: ( Ah...! )

ー Yui recalls bumping into him

???: M-My sincere apologies. I happen to be in a bit of a rush. Are you unharmed?

ー The flashback ends

Yui: ( ...Right. No wonder he struck me as familiar, I had met him before. )

Ruki: ...What’s wrong? Is something bothering you?

Yui: Well...I met Yuuri-san outside of the Castle earlier.

I mean, we didn’t really talk or anything because he seemd to be in a rush...

Ruki: In a rush, huh...?

...

Oi, Yuuri. Are you the one who set the Castle on fire, perhaps?

Yuuri: Yes, exactly.

Yui: ...! Why would you...!

Kino: Get them before they get you. It’d be a pain if they were to find out that I’m the one behind the murders from the other day.

Yuma: Before they get you...?

Yuuri: We’re a resistance group taking revenge on Demons after all.

Yuma: Resistance!?

Kino: Yup! I’m the leader! I’ve been going around taking down other Demons to accomplish a certain goal.

Our group is called Raven. It’s composed of Ghouls though. What do you think? Pretty cool name, huh?

Ruki: What is this goal of yours? Why would you...?

Kino: Hmー? That’s a secret! Let’s just say we’ve got our reasoning.

Kou: B-But! You’re a Vampire just like us, no? Why would take out other Demons...?

Kino: Likeー Iー saidー What about ‘we’ve got our reasoning’ do you not get?

I mean, it’s not like you guys are on my hit list right away.

Kou: ...Ugh...

Kino: But well, we’re still a resistance group. So I’m sure that’ll change in the future.

ーー That being said. We’ll live up to our name and take you into custody.

*Rustle rustle*

Kou: Where did these guys come from...!?

Yuma: Watch out! Step back!

Yui: O-Okay...!

( We’ve suddenly been surrounded by a large crowd... )

( Are these the Ghouls from the resistance group he was talking about...!? )

Ruki: ...What’s the plan?

Kino: Didn’t I tell you? We are Raven, a resistance group who goes around defeating Demons.

Although if you choose to come with us without putting up a fight, we won’t resort to violence.

ーー Ah, make sure to take the knocked out Azusa over there along as well. Okay?

Ruki: ...

Monologue

We have been captured,

by the Raven under Kino-kun’s command.

The place we were taken to,

was Kino-kun’s manor in the human world.

As soon as we arrived,

Azusa-kun and the others were locked away in the dungeon at once.

However.

For some reason,

I was the only one who wasn’t locked up,

as I found myself face-to-face with Kino-kun in his room instead.

Yui: ーー Please, Kino-kun! Let the others out of their cell!

Kino: Ahaha! What are you saying?

If four Vampires go full-out against me, I might just lose.

Can’t you tell that I would never take that risk?

Yui: ...Ugh...

Kino: ...Well, I guess one of them is beaten up to the point where he can barely stand on his legs, so I doubt he’ll put up much of a fight.

Yui: Then at least set Azusa-kun free...!

Azusa-kun has been burned, and I’d like to tend to his wounds as soon as possible...

Kino: No way. Why should I do that guy a favor...?

Yui: You better believe I’m going to keep pestering you about it until you say yes.

Kino: Ehー...?

Yui: Please, Kino-kun. I want to help Azusa-kun no matter what.

( ...This is all I can say. Now I just have to hope for his goodwill... )

Kino: ...Haah.

Ahー God. Guess I have no other choice. Fine.

Yui: Really!?

Kino: I mean, you just won’t shut up. ーー Yuuri. Bring Azusa here.

Yuuri: Understood.

ー Yuuri leaves the room

Yui: ...Thank you, Kino-kun.

Kino: Let me tell you. Don’t even think about trying to get the other three brothers out of their cell. Do you understand?

The moment I find out you did, boom! ...I’m going to kill everyone just like that.

Yui: ...Ugh...

*TIMESKIP*

*Rustle rustle*

Azusa: ...

Yui: ...Phew.

( I somehow managed to patch him up. Now all I can do is wait for him to wake up. )

But...

( ...No, it’ll be fine. I’m sure he will regain consciousness... )

Azusa: ...Nn...

*Rustle*

Yui: Azusa-kun...!

( Thank god. He woke up...! )

Azusa: ーー Ugh, Eve...Where am I...?

Yui: Well...ーー

ー She explains to him

Azusa: ...I see. So it really was Kino-san and his comrades who killed those Vibora...

On top of that...It was the Raven under his command who attacked the Castle...

...

...I once again failed to protect others. Not that Vibora child...nor myself even...

Yui: ...It was beyond your power. Please don’t blame yourself, Azusa-kun...

Azusa: ...But it’s my fault...

I mean, if only I was strong...I should have at least be able to save someone...

But because...I’m such an incompetent loser, I let everyone die...

...I knew it...I’ll forever be a weakling...

Yui: ...Azusa-kun...

ー The scene shifts to the dungeon

Yuma: ...It’s no use. The guards are patrollin’ ‘round the entrance.

I mean, we could always force our way outta here, but it’d suck if that’d put the other two in danger...

Ruki: ...We have no other choice. Let us observe how things unfold from in here.

Kou: Hey, Ruki-kun. I wonder what those guys are plotting?

They make this Resistance group called the Raven and go mayhem with it...

Besides...I wonder if Eden is safe? What exactly...should I do...?

Ruki: ...I believe they are most likely after Karlheinz-sama’s powers currently in Sakamaki Kanato’s possession.

That guy wants to get his hands on those powers and take over the Demon World.

Kou: No way...

Ruki: However...If that is his objective, then he should be well aware that there is no point in trying to use us as hostages.

Yuma: I guess he just captured us for now and will think of a way to use it to his advantage next.

Ruki: Well, I’m sure you’re on the right track with that.

Now’s just to hope that those two are safe...

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

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7 Years - [A short story]

Genre tags: realistic fiction; mlm romance Word count: 1,554 Summary: It's been seven years since Bach broke up with Dominic; seven years since Dominic last messaged Bach with an olive branch; seven years since either one had even spoken to one another. In seven years, a lot can change. But, something new can start with a single message. Content warning: None

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Hey. How are you?

The little gray bubble felt mocking in a way. The longer he stared, the more he thought it would disappear. It had to be a misclick, right? It had been years; far too many years. Dominic was half sure Bach had killed himself during the time.

Yet, it never went away.

The number was new; he didn’t recognize it, but then again, Dominic may not have put Bach’s number back into his phone. He had been trying to leave the past after all.

And it would be so easy to just ignore it. Maybe Bach would think he changed numbers, maybe he would give up. There were too many possibilities, starting with the fact that it might not even be Bach in the first place.

Like he said, it’s been years. Almost seven, to be exact.

But there was no one else it could be.

…A risk would have to do.

I’m sorry, who is this?

You don’t have my number saved?

Depends I got a new phone recently, so a lot of contacts got lost. Yours might have been one of them. Ohhh, yeah, that makes sense. It’s Bach

And there it was: the reveal he had been dreading. The question now was, does he go with it? Or does he pretend not to know? Neither were great, but at least if things went sour, Dominic could fall asleep with some dignity intact. But Dominic was the one to open the door, to extend the olive branch, all those years ago. How could he fault someone for taking him up on an offer?

Ah How have you been? Eh, pretty shitty. I got my GED tho, so that’s cool.

Yea, it is, congrats!

He paused, considering his next message.

I’m proud of you

Aw, really?

Of course. I’ve always been proud of you

Heh, thanks But what about you? Whatcha doing right now? Oh, uh, just getting ready for bed, nothing too special Pfffff, man those old man genes must be hitting you hard if you sleeping at 8pm Oh, uhhhh I’m not I’m not in New York anymore.

What?

Yeaa, I actually moved. So I live and work here now?

Wait what???? You moved????? Where?????? I live in London. Cute place, can't really go wrong with it Oh... What’s wrong? I just... didn’t expect you to move Eh, it’s fine. I’m guessing you're still in Colorado so it's a... what? 7 hour difference? That seems so long- Eh, can’t do much about it. Seven years is even longer. Right...

The messages stopped. He could carry on but… was that the right thing to do? Bach left for a reason. He was back for a reason. Money, loneliness, sex.

For some reason, love seemed like the least likely culprit.

If he really loved him, why had it taken seven years? Why did he leave in the first place? He was so quick to block him, so quick to pretend like he didn’t exist. He hadn’t even seemed hurt or heartbroken. But now he was here. Did Dominic even still love him?

…It was hard to tell.

Why’d it take you so long?

Huh?

Don’t play dumb, mate.

It’s been seven years. Seven years, and not a single peep. So you want something from me. Have a hole to fill? Figured I’d take you in a heartbeat? No no Nothing like that I swear

Well it seems a bit suspicious, Bach.

Please, I don’t want to fight. Not not again

Then give me a fucking answer. Give me an actual fucking answer other than “I’m giving you space to heal from me” Because out of everything you could have done, Bach, that was the last fucking thing I needed

Bach was silent for a moment.

I see you haven’t changed. You still lash out, you still don’t know how to fucking communicate

Don’t *you* fucking dare come to me about not changing. I bet you still get high every night. I bet you still run every time someone tries to bring up issues and you refuse to fucking have a conversation. I have changed plenty, Bach. But you cannot come back suddenly, after *seven* years and expect me to treat you the same. You broke my trust. You broke my heart. You left and shattered every part of me without giving a single shit. I have a fucking right to be angry. To be hurt. I wasn’t great to you either, I know; I lashed out and started arguments, and ended up hurting you when I didn’t mean to, but I was trying so hard, Bach. You didn’t even put forth the effort for the one thing I requested. You refused to talk to me, to tell me what I could do for you. When I needed your help, your support, your reassurance- you disappeared. You ghosted me and ignored me. I was your partner, hell, I was your *fiance*. I was the one person who was supposed to matter more than anything to you. And you couldn’t give less of a shit about me. I figured out my issues, Bach. And I got better, for the most part. But it would have been so much easier if you were still there by my side, so maybe I could have explained what I found out to you, so maybe you could understand and we could have strengthen our relationship It’s been seven years I have every right to be hurt, to be angry So don’t you *dare* berate me for lashing out this time.

The chat was silent once more. Maybe he decided to leave again. Or block him again. Regardless, if this was how Bach decided best to crawl back, Dominic wasn’t having it.

After a few beats, he moved towards Bach's contact, about to hit the block button, until:

You’re right. I’m sorry.

He waited. For what exactly, he wasn’t entirely sure. Maybe for him to elaborate? A paragraph about how much he meant to him, that he regretted everything he had done in the past? Maybe begging for Dominic’s forgiveness, promising everything and anything to give him one more shot.

But…

Seven years was a long time to go back to what they once were. They had both changed. Hell, Dominic had even moved to a whole other country. He had a new life, a stable job, and a little cottage in the countryside.

If long distance had been rough before, when they were merely across the country from one another; this would be impossible.

It couldn’t work. They could try, but it would fail again.

Dominic didn’t want to tear open those old scars again… Except he did.

He wanted Bach back, that had never changed. There was still a dull ache when the thought of him crossed his mind. But maybe it wouldn’t work. Maybe each of them had changed too much for it to work.

Dominic watched the chat, wondering if he would receive something more.

And?

And what?

Is that it? Mate, you messaged for a reason.

Right, right

The chat was silent once again. Dominic could feel his agitation spiking. He was tired, he was upset, he was feeling so many things that he did not want to be feeling right now. If Bach wasn’t going to spit it out, and they were just going to keep running in circles, he wanted no part in it.

Bach, no offense, but I did mean it when I was getting ready for bed. We’ve been at this for an hour, and it’s almost 2am. I had work today, and I have work tomorrow, so I really need to sleep. So if you’re not gonna spit it out, I’m gonna be conking out, okay?

Right... sorry Uh I’ll let you get some sleep Night, Dominic

He stared at the screen. Part of his brain was screaming, enraged: ‘Liar, traitor, liar, coward, liar, traitor, coward, liar.’ Even after all of that back and forth, he couldn’t just say it. But the other part, the one that was still obsessed, still hopeful, left its two-cents: ‘If he didn’t care, he would have blocked you the moment you lashed out. Hear him out, see what he wants. You know how difficult he can be.’

Good night, Bach Just Whatever the fuck you want, tell me in the morning If you haven’t blocked me again, that is We’ll have a proper conversation when I am not tired as fuck and having difficulty with preventing emotional outbursts. Skills don’t work well when I’m too tired to focus

Of course Sleep well

Dominic turned off his phone and placed it on the charger, settling down to pull the blankets up to his chin. It would be a long conversation, reserved for a moment where they both had time to talk. A long and honest and open conversation.

Well, as long as Bach didn’t get cold feet and decide to backtrack.

True, he didn’t really know what Bach wanted, but he clung to the hope that this was a second chance. Maybe they could do it right this time. Maybe they would get that happily ever after. And with those thoughts, he drifted to sleep, never hearing his phone buzz with one last notification.

I love you.

[End]

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

I was tagged by @mysterygreentea thank you!!

I have two ao3 accounts I use regularly so I'll be answering for both!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

On hcsf: 68

On stormoftara 215

2. What’s your total word count?

On hcsf: 362,281

On stormoftara: 1,185,425

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Too many to count, but currently Hermitcraft/Life series. Previously it was Undertale, Omori and Osomatsu San

4. Top 5 fics by kudos

On hcsf: A Game of Love, Distances and Lies, Scar is Oblivious, Truth or Dare, Dick Measuring Contest

On stormoftara: The Dreamer, If not you then me, The Heaviness of a Heart, Drunken Ramblings, UN//Forgotten

5. Do you respond to comments?

Oh how I try… but fail. I'm sorry.

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Uhhhhh. That's a good question. Maybe Missing, an Osomatsu San fic about Karamatsu dying.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

That's hard too. I write a lot of angst. Lots of my short fics are fluffy and have good endings. I can't think of one thats like super happy.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Yeah. Some of my Omori fics for reasons I don't understand. At one point I had one person really harassing me about it. I don't know why honestly.

9. Do you write smut?

Yeah. Most of my highest kudos fics on hcsf are smut, if the fuc title "Dick Measuring Contest" is any hint lmao

10. Do you write crossovers?

Sure do! Mostly Mob Psycho 100/Osomatsu San. But there are other, much stranger things

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not really. I've had some really close plagiarism, in which someone took my exact idea, but thats not really stealing. I was mad that there were comments on the other fic saying it was the best thing they ever read when it was a copy of my work, but eh... On Wattpad someone stole my story from reddit, but that particular story has been stolen and it's everywhere. It shows up a bunch in those YouTube videos where people read reddit posts too. That's not a fic and I'm not that upset since they usually credit me.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yup! One Undertale fic and one Omori fic. There might be others, but those ones I know for sure!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope and I wouldn't do that. I can't write like that.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

I dunno. I like a lot of things. I guess TotoNyaa and Scarian

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you will?

I have about 50. I don't think I'll finish any of them. There's an Undertale fic and an Omori fic I want to finish but I don't have time. Sigh.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Writing fast. I have no lack of ideas.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Grammar. I write too fast and forget words. I get lazy and I don't edit things or polish them like I should

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language?

Nah. It's confusing for the reader. If someone is speaking another language I either translate it in the text or if the Narrator doesn't understand I just say that.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Marble Hornets

20. Favorite fic you’ve ever written?

A Game of Love. It's also by far my most popular fic so I'm happy that others like it too!

#thanks #anyone else can do it too

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*walks in tiredly, offers you a mug of tea, downs my own like a shot, makes it like the Wild 100 years ago* Hey there, hope you're doing well today ^^

Probably long ask so uh, warning and apologies in advance. I'm glad the Lustrous ask was seemingly well received? XD It's just a snippet of a bigger thing, I'm writing a full thing for them when I have the time (along with a series for the Fairy Tale prompts, which I also have snippets of if anyone's interested?) which I'll post later and tag you if you're interested, plus you listened to me basically just come into your little corner of the internet and ramble about a crossover of a series you're not familiar with and LU, so it's only fair since it basically inspired me to keep going, so thank you ^^. Although, uh, Citrine/Little Link won't have a good time, apologies in advance, I blame the evil moon people. Yeah sorry he's probably going to pull a Time or Sky in the bad sense. That was an exchange from a draft of chapter 4 and English is not my first language even though I've been using it more for years, so that's likely why it's off, I apologize for that. Also I promised I'd come here and scream about how much I adore your writing of the boys (and once again, thank you for posting, great pick me up after a rough week that really does make me want to walk right into a Guardian beam, so here we go while I can even if I may need to split this in two if I hit the word limit.

Also the small family with Warriors and Wind is so wholesome, I think I went under from cavities alone (or maybe it’s the sleep deprivation, eh), please let the Link’s have parents and parental figures who stick around and don’t contribute to their trauma universe and Wind and Aryll are definitely up there in both deserving and needing it a lot, had to say I laughed at Warriors not being as thrilled by the crab as someone who makes friends with them and seagulls every time I’m near the ocean, they’re neat little fellas ^^, Poor Legend probably ain’t gonna be thrilled to find one on his clothes though, I know I wasn’t before figuring out how to keep them out, also, Reader comforting Aryll- just yes, also Wind’s grandma is the best I don’t make the rules. Sick Reader is such a mood, the boy's reactions hurt to read though it's really heartwarming how much they care, perfectly in character, 10/10, would definitly die over it again. Reader being good with a bow made me chuckle and smile because the irony of being familiar with a bow and seeing Reader and Wild excited of it reminds me of when I first picked it up, sweet and humorous and I adore it. Four getting a taste of his own medicine- *cackles hard in current Minish Cap player and Manga reader of it and Four Swords* That's what you get for your canonical flirting boy! He was as bad as Warriors and look where it got him XD Also he's so gone for Reader's Colors and Reader in general, it's sweet and just really good, I love it so much, plus the Reader’s colors have so much personality and it’s great. The Fear Room, goodness THE FEAR ROOM. I'm going to need to save it in for another ask because there are so many little details that I adore and I am a sucker for horror and it's too good- 20/10, would scare my poor dog again over my pain and elation.

Reader accidentally spilling who’s their favorite (and suffering as a result) also makes me cackle and smile a lot, it’s soft and sweet and each Link being so elated by it is literally so sweet (though Time, Wild, and Twilight literally murdered me during that segment, not a bad cause of death all things considered, but how dare all Link’s be so sweet? Like I’m already dead here, shoveled dirt into my box and everything, no need to try finishing me off), na interesting detail is how Hyrule and Legend both have the almost immediate reaction of asking why, dunno if it’s intentional or not but it’s a very neat touch, like you don’t have to elaborate but either way they’d happy if you did decide to which reflects really well with their characters. Four overreacting the second Reader takes it back (be smothe, smithy boy, specially so you don’t plot), Sky being sweet but oh so oblivious and basically killing Reader and Warriors being flattered, Wind just being triumphant in general and wanting to make Reader smile, Wild basically getting a critical hit in, Twilight and Time existing, it’s just so nice and I am soft. Plus the consistent and cackle worthy betting always makes me wheeze.

Speaking of betting, the Link’s being so gone for a tall S/O is both hilarious, consistency I greatly appreciate and a mood, plus the lines where definitely on point for sudden hilarity (“They got family?” “They took all your height” “And ours too-“ “Twilight wondering why he got none of that” absolutely sent me, great pick me up after a generally bad time existing), and all of them being soft and just so happy their S/O is in their lives and how they can show them off when meeting in each Hyrule is really wholesome, plus the consistent betting and friendly teasing which really sells how they are as close as brothers is really nice to see.

Soft Fierce Deity, honestly the main thing I can say coherently is that if the favorite scenario, and then the meeting scenarios slayed me, then this man came into my house and stole all my bones before killing me again in a good way because I am too soft, I have a really soft spot for the Fierce Deity, and the way you write for him is great and we usually don’t see much for him in any corner of the Zelda (or adjacent) Fandoms, it’s in character sure because Nintendo has a tendency of mentioning deities in Zelda or Link variants and then just refusing to elaborate, but it always makes me happy to see people write stuff for him among other things, 50/10.

How to Be a Heartbreaker delights me, always nice to see Warriors being the flustered one instead and his and Reader’s banter (and Twilight cameo) gives me life, I could probably write a small essay on why it delights me so much, but again word limit so let’s move on, maybe during another ask or something.

... Actually maybe I should save the oneshots for another individual ask, more organized that way.

Anyway, onto there’s only one bed! Also know as, Wild killing me with cackling that had my dog nuzzling me with concern and being my spirit animal all in one go, never change Wild Child, knew there was a reason you managed to bring me back to the Zelda fandom, me trying and failing not to be soft for Warriors, soldier boy deserves good things and it’s really sweet how much he cherishes reader, and me and Legend having the same trauma (aka KOHOLINT, if I could I’d fistfight the Windfish, I can’t go to the beach without a seagull being nearby and remembering Marin, specially with the friendly ones who actually come by just to stare and chirp for a while and it hurts), the fact he doesn’t want Reader to look down on him, because he doesn’t want them to leave him like how he basically lost or was left by most people in his life, the correlation with when he was stranded at sea, Reader comforting him- Just yes, bless the veteran. Flustered Reader is also my spirit animal, and cat Reader delights me to no end, thank you once more for the wonderful contente and all your work in the fandom!

Also, while the urge to nap has not yet claimed me yet (and with hopefully the Tumblr wordcount not vibe checking me), I saw an ask about Time/Mask/Sprite with a resistance leader s/o? May I raise an idea/au of this au that’s been haunting me every second when I’m not doing anything much? Resistant Leader in the pre-timeskip timeline (aka The Child Timeline) started out as a Terminan Thief, that’s why Mask didn’t run into them when first going to get the Master Sword, they haven’t left Termina yet. The first contact Mask had with them after the timeskip was when they stole his wallet as a Deku Scrub, ran from him on the second day and then vanished on the third day. After the loop starts Thief/would be Resistant Leader Reader is somehow always just there, stealing random stuff from him and generally making his life harder (he would like to know how they snatched the Bunny Hood from his head and the Gilded Sword without him noticing, please? But Thief Reader definitely ain’t going to start divulging tricks of the trade) but always vanish on the third day before he can really stop them to talk, so honestly done and just really wanting to know why someone he remembers as this really amazing, confidente and badass leader would be acting like this (because it honestly doesn’t seem in character, given they were fighting Ganon for so long and stalled him several times on his search for Link) and just really missing a friend and being tired of these loops, he manages to follow them, maybe Reader was in a spot of trouble with other thieves and couldn’t get out of it unless they stole a certain quantity of rupees or rare items, and by the final day they snap and that’s why Link doesn’t see them (maybe the Gorman Brothers? If Reader spoke out and maybe tried using one of his stolen weapons to have a go at them for attacking Cremia and Romani if they’re close, although it’s generally ambigous, maybe it could be someone from Ganon’s former band of thieves who ran to Termina, and that’s why they became a Rebellion Leader in the timeskip? They couldn’t leave, saw what Ganon was going to do to Hyurle went, “Hm. Don’t really like that!” and probably fought their way out, maybe getting other thieves to speak up and rally together as well and it just escalated?) Either way, Mask sees what’s happening and that they probably can’t get out of it alone like usual and helps them because that’s HIS friend lord darn it he hasn’t seem them in forever and thought he wouldn’t ever see them again, the first familiar face since maybe Lullaby and Malon he’s seen in a while, he isn’t leaving them behind (casually raising my headcanon of Fae possesiviness being Time’s fault in the bloodline if we want to figure out where Hyrule’s came from, because the Kokiri are basically another branch of Fae and have fairies near them), and as thanks they not only give him his items of whichever loop his in back but maybe something of their own as well to remember, and help him out with the rest of the tasks or a temple (probably by somehow getting him the dungeon item, or a few dubiously acquired potions ahead of time), but if he had to reset they get caught up in it and actually remember the previous loop, given the way they just SPRINTED through Clock Town on the first day and instead of being subtle like always to steal something, they just bowl him over in a glomp and start checking him over, breaking the pattern.

Cue a bit of panic, several explanations and either an ear pull, cursing or stealing of rupees and holding masks hostage as revenge (and the threat of leaving him with nothing but the clothes on his back if he tries stopping them from helping, oh you’ve lost count of how many times you’ve done this now? And don’t want me to get hurt? Well too bad I am not letting you do this alone, News flash, technically I’ve already been hurt I’m not losing the one person who bothered to help me), and now he has an impromptu loop buddy to help him out even if it’s through questionable means after they usually deal with whichever other thief is around first. Maybe if after he defeats Majora and goes to leave he doesn’t tell Thief Reader, assuming they don’t want to come with since he’s caused them a lot of trouble and they’re technically free to do as they please now, only he can’t, because Thief Reader absconded with two more things of him: One of his earring’s, and the Fierce Deity Mask, which they are cheekily waving to show off to him atop Clocktower, the earring on their own ears. (And seriously? HOW?!) Shenanigans ensue, maybe a chase or two, and Mask acquires himself a travel companion on top of Epona, Tatl and Tael on his search for Navi.

And honestly? Chaotic and bullheaded as they are and probably something of a magpie to boot, he wouldn’t have picked anyone else. You can hold your own and you’ve been ride or die with him twice over now, if that isn’t a sign you’re sticking around he doesn’t know what is.

Or something, idk, I’m running on three hours of sleep, maybe someone with more energy can expand on this into the War of Ages later or I’ll do it myself (Wind would have the best/worse role model ever, given ya know, Pirate and really light footed, feather touched and chaotic thief, Warriors is having heart attacks every five seconds even if he has to admit that when Thief Reader is going for soldier’s who talked badly about him, Mask, Wind, Ravio or Zelda is the most hilarious thing he’s ever seen and that one time they stole Cia's staff and were going to bash her over the head, Ravio is probably side eying them the whole time or seeing a business opportunity, Artemis and them trade tips due to her Sheik alter ego and both Mask and Warriors have to drag them away from one another, the possibilities are endless). I just find the idea of the Link’s with any morally dubious, but clearly cares a lot and wouldn’t hesitate to cut or bite someone for them amusing. Gives way for some interesting dynamics, like say Twilight and cattle raider reader (aka the cowboy/wild west themed rivalry au that I will not elaborate on), or Warriors with an Assassin Reader, or Wild with a mercenary reader, the possibilities are infinite folks.

Also also, if for some reason Mask and Thief Reader got separated before LU, and they reunite as Time and Still a Thief but much closer to their Rebellion Couterpart Reader. And their reunion basically goes like that one Puss in Boots, or the Lion King one scene: Thief Reader: *Holding dagger to throat, teeth bared as they just managed to steal the Fierce Deity Mask for the 10987th time from this strange man they don’t recognize after he gave chase, pauses for a couple of seconds in disbelieving, shocked recognition, dropping the blade*... Link?

Time: *Also in fight mode and ready to kick the attacker off of him and getting the mask back, actually takes a good look at their face and pauses in shock, long dead hope suddenly burning again, hesitant* (... Reader)? Thief Reader: *Not even hesitating to throw themselves at him in a hug with a slightly teary laugh* LINK! Time: *hugging them back just as tight, still somewhat in disbelief* (Reader).

Thief Reader: *pausing as they notice the Fierce Deity’s marks, flashbacks to all the times they told Mask not to over do it on the battlefield with it because they saw how much it hurt and affected him even if the Deity is pretty chill with them, chillingly livid as they level the tone at him, you know the one, pulling at one of his ears* ...Link.

Time, Knowing he is in danger as he recognizes that tone: ... (Reader). *wisely stays silent as they smack him hard on the shoulder and starting the lecture of a lifetime, silently glad Malon also isn’t here because she’d probably join you, but also just glad you’re even here to lecture and get mad at him in the first place after so long* The Chain, watching all this drama and telepathy display go down and who just wanted their stolen stuff back: I can just imagine the sheer confusion and bewilderment as to how Time knows this seemingly random thief who stole their stuff and would have probably dipped sucessfully if not by somehow getting Wild’s Slate, the Fierce Deity Mask and almost all of Legend’s rings at the same time and why they’re arguing like an old married couple about self care of all things. Most amusing reactions probably going for Twilight, Wild, Legend, Warriors and Wind. Or something, i’m probably not making much sense.

Anyway, I’ve probably bothered you with my rambling enough for one day xD Thank you once again for all your work in the fandom, maybe I’ll have more stuff on Lustrous reader or even Vessel reader next I’m by but until then, thank you ^^.

-Signed, Just a Tired Anon on A Stroll 🐚.

Anon!!! Hello again!!

NOT MY BOY LUCKY DX NOT LITTLE LINK!!!!! WHAT DO MEAN BAD TIME LIKE TIME AND SKY?!?!?!

But also, please tag in anything. I'm so intrigued and I want more fairytale stuff. Go ahead. XD

I'm glad you like the oneshots! Please tell me more of your thoughts on the Fear Room o.o I'm not big on horror so I'm glad it got the terror across ^.^*

And Fierce Deity and How to be a Heartbreaker and other because I want to hear all your thoughts. XD

And what do you mean Twilight- wild west au- rivalry?!?!? Hello!!?!??! You can't just drop that and say you won't elaborate!!!!

But this idea with theif! Reader is a good one :D

Clearly, you put a lot of thought into it and there's just so much potential.

The boys are all awkward and shuffling in the background as Time gets scolded because they're not sued to the leader cower back like that and even then he's not even trying to defend himself at this point and they're just staring. "....Who is this person?"

"No clue, but the Old Man finally got what was coming to him."

"I feel like my parents are fighting."

"I know them..." Warrior sighs. "I guess they haven't change at all."

Multiple heads turn to look at him.

He puts his hands up. "I'm not saying anything."

#pinky replies

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Me being predictable as always 😄

Eh, it's what I love about you - among many other things of course 😄 Thank you for your request @aduialel, and sorry it took me so long!!

(the sleepover was back in January, so the gif requests are closed right now!)

A/N: It's been a while since I wrote for Thranduil in this way, it was a welcome change! I tried to write a romantic fluffy drabble, but... it is me so yeah, that didn’t happen :)

Sindarin used: - aran nin: my king - edlothia nin: my flower

DANCE WITH ME

Your face scrunched up in disgust after you swallowed the last bit of Dorwinion wine from your glass. How all of your friends and kin could be so hooked on the red fluid, you’d never understand.

You didn’t care for these celebrations. Elves found any reason to party, it could be the Feast of Starlight or a celebration because the guard had returned from their weekly patrolling. It wasn’t for you. Not the dancing, not the music, the people or the food and wine. Definitely not the wine.

The only real reason why you were here - and at every other feast, gala or celebration for that matter - was currently dancing their heart out on the floor, laughing and clearly having a much better time than you were. Your younger sibling who couldn’t go out yet without a chaperone, and who you loved so dearly, you were willing to tolerate this year’s edition of… by Elentári, you couldn’t even remember what they were celebrating.

One of the guests of the party came towards you and stood by your side, silently watching the Elves on the dancefloor twirling about, but you were so focused on keeping an eye on your sibling that you didn’t pay him any further attention.

“You do not seem to enjoy yourself,” he stated after a few moments.

The snort you couldn’t hold back was muffled by the cheering of the guests when they brought new barrels of wine in the room.

“Is it that obvious?” you asked, stepping aside a little so you could see where your sibling was headed. Ah, of course… Wine.

“Perhaps I can ask you to join me for a dance?”

You waved your hand at him in a dismissive way, shaking your head to emphasize your refusal. “Oh no, I don’t dance.”

“Are you sure?”

“Believe me, no one could convince me to go on that floor.”

“Not even your King?”

“Not even King Thranduil.”

“Is that so?”

You couldn’t help but notice some amusement in his voice. How dare he? Why did everyone have a problem with you not wanting to dance? And what did your King have to do with all of this?

You finally looked towards the Ellon next to you and if you hadn’t placed your empty glass on a sidetable already, you would’ve dropped it to the ground in surprise.

Thranduil turned his head to look at you and couldn’t help the smirk on his lips, before he gave you a genuine smile that made you a little weak in your knees. Not that you would admit that to anyone.

“King Thranduil!” you gasped, before you remembered your manners and made a small curtsy. “Forgive me, I-”

He took your hand in his, effectively silencing you before he leaned in and asked, “If you do not dance and you are clearly not enjoying the festivities, may I invite you to join me outside? My gardens are especially beautiful under the starlight.”

You looked back at the party, trying to locate your sibling. Once you saw they were still enjoying themselves and very obviously not in need of your assistance, you nodded, accepting his invitation.

Thranduil guided you through the gardens, your arm hooked in his as you admired the beautiful flowers and plants. You completely missed the loving looks Thranduil gave you every time you smelled a flower or asked him a question, curious about a particular flower you’d never seen before. When you came across a little arbor covered with white roses, you paused for a moment to take it all in. You were walking through the Royal Gardens, with none other than the King himself on your arm.

Thranduil let go of your arm and took your hands in his.

“Dance with me?”

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Drunk in Love

Fíli x wife!reader

Requested: yes, by @carnotaurus-celeste, back in January for my 2022 followers sleepover. Sorry it took me so long! This was a gif drabble request (that got a bit out of hand), the gif they chose is similar to the one I put underneath.

Warnings: mentions of drinking, drunk Dwarves, adorable Fíli, not proofread

A/N: this was my last request from the January sleepover, only about 8 months late lol :) It was a way to try and get out of my writing block. Enjoy drunk Fíli!

Still half asleep you turned on your other side, clutching the sheets and furs in an attempt to keep the warmth inside your little cocoon, and scooted over to Fíli’s side of the bed in search of his body heat.

Being married to a Dwarf meant you never had to feel cold anymore, his body your own private furnace he was more than happy for you to use at any time. Every night you fell asleep in his arms, your cheek pressed into the soft curls of his chest, inhaling his intoxicating scent while you let his heartbeat guide you to the land of dreams.

But your searching fingers didn’t find the heated skin you were looking for, instead finding a cold and empty spot where your husband was supposed to be sleeping.

You opened your eyes and sat up straight, looking around the dimly lit room for any sign of Fíli. The fire was still smoldering, which meant it had to be in the early hours of the night, too early for breakfast, but too late to be waking up to an empty bed. Where was he?

Fíli and you didn’t go to bed together that night, for the first time since well… your wedding night. The reason for this change of pace was very simple: last night marked the seven year anniversary of the reclaiming of Erebor and almost five year anniversary of the rebuild, and as the newly set tradition went there was a grand feast to celebrate.

Even though you had been enjoying the festivities - the sight of the Durin family and Company members being happy and carefree warmed your heart every time - as the feast went on, you grew rather tired.

When the clock struck midnight, you’d left Fíli in the company of his brother and their friends in the Great Hall, and that’s where you probably had the most chance of finding him at this hour. Or you hoped so, because the last thing you wanted to do was roam the halls of Erebor in your nightshift in search of your husband. You could only imagine the rumors that would go around at the breakfast table!

You stepped out of bed and shivered when the cold of the night greeted you, so you quickly let your feet glide into your thick fur boots and threw your winter robe on to cover yourself.

Fíli was most likely still celebrating and simply lost track of time, nothing to worry about, but you couldn’t suppress the tiny voice at the back of your mind that kept repeating something was wrong.

What if he was so drunk he lost his way or he fell off one of the many bridges or stairs? When you’d suggested railings for them during one of the many construction meetings, everyone bursted out in laughter. “The first Dwarf to lose their footing on stone is yet to be born, lass,” they’d laughed, wiping the tears out of their eyes. You never thought about asking again.

You kept your pace steady but fast, a little slower when you crossed a bridge or stairway, making sure to check every corner and every nook in case your husband decided in his drunken haze that it was a perfect place to settle for the night.

But the hallways of Erebor were abandoned and eerily quiet, as they should be at that hour.

As you reached the corridor that led to the Great Hall, the sounds of careless laughter and chatter swelled. The celebrations were definitely not over yet, and just like you guessed, your husband wasn’t done partying.

Fíli was standing on top of one of the long dining tables, feet firmly planted between dirty plates and empty beer mugs, his brother Kíli at the other end, their friends scattered around the table, watching them dance and perform a drinking song.

You leaned against the heavy open door and watched the scene with mirth. Up until now you hadn’t had the pleasure to see your husband so inebriated and… well, carefree.

“Fee, catch!” Kíli yelled and next thing you knew, one of the dirty plates flew across the table right into Fíli’s outstretched hand. The crowd surrounding them cheered and encouraged by their fans, Kíli started another song, one you knew quite well.

Blunt the knives, bend the forks!

And just like that you were thrown back to that cozy hobbit hole in the Shire, when you’d first laid eyes on your husband, at the time a total stranger to you. Even though the last few years had taken a toll on him - both mentally and physically - he was still as handsome as ever and he still managed to fill your belly with butterflies as his rich baritone filled the great hall.

Both brothers had some difficulties getting the song right, their words slurred and lyrics in the wrong order but there was no denying they were having the time of their lives. By the time the song had ended the tableware stood perfectly stacked in the center of the table and everyone in the hall burst out in laughter and applause.

You applauded along with everyone else and it didn’t take long for Fíli’s eyes to meet yours.

“Amrâlimê!” he exclaimed, his face splitting in a wide toothy smile, his mustache braids dangling under his nose as he moved towards you. They’d grown a few inches in the past years and you wondered if he would keep them as they were, or maybe start braiding them into his beard.

Fíli threw his arms around you and lifted you from the ground, spinning you both around until he started to sway and he had to let you go in order to grab the door frame.

“Everyone! Thiz iz my wife!” he yelled, throwing an arm around your waist. “Kíli!! Come and meet my w-wife!”

You had to hold back a laugh. “Fíli, your brother knows who I am. Everyone here knows me.”

Fíli’s eyes widened at that and his features turned from incredibly happy to heartbroken in a matter of seconds. You patted his chest in an attempt to comfort him, but it made him stumble again and you quickly grabbed a nearby chair for him to sit on.

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502 notities - Geplaatst 25 september 2022

So I’ve been throwing up all night and day, to the point ever water makes me sick and I just wanted to feel some warmth, how would the company react to a sick modern-reader?

A/N: Since I was stuck on every other WIP I had (joy) I opened this request again in search of something else to write. I felt like the company reacting to a sick reader has been done so many times, so I didn't really know how to write this while still being original. I figured I'd do it headcanon style, because people seem to love it when I do that. Besides... laughter is the best medicine right? Although I haven’t made that many jokes in this one, I’ve been a good girl :)

Requested: well yes, there is an ask at the top of this post isn't there...? @that-teen2003 this one's for you

Warnings: mentions of being sick, throwing up (non descriptive), awkward dwarves, everyone brings out their inner Dori at some point, green (both the word and the colour)

How the Company Reacts to a Sick Modern Reader

it's not like you were doing it on purpose, getting sick

even though most of the Company thought you were at first

the Dwarves weren't hostile towards you but they weren't exactly friendly as well

you couldn't blame them since you kind of ambushed them, appearing out of nowhere

popping into Middle Earth straight from The Modern World™

you gave each and every one of them a heart attack

a lot of high pitched shrieks were heard when you fell into their midst

none of them wanting to admit you startled them

insisting it was you who had screamed like a little girl, not them

extra deep and low voices and rumbles for a few days after

even if they agreed to take you with them, planning on leaving you at the first human settlement they passed, it didn't mean they were happy about it

you weren't exactly a useful addition to the Company

no battle experience

no fighting skills

hardly any strength compared to theirs

no beard

no equipment or weapons, not even a blanket or an extra pack of clothes on you

you were wearing sandals for Durin's sake, having to stop constantly to get little rocks, pebbles or twigs out of them

questioning but mostly disapproving looks about your choice of wardrobe

which was a shirt with shorts, and the sandals

tHe sANDALS

"I was enjoying my day at the beach, it's not like I planned on ending up here!"

but Dwarves are Dwarves, their hearts still in the right place

some might be a little off center but they're trying

everyone giving a few spare items so you were a little more protected against the elements

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663 notities - Geplaatst 9 mei 2022

How LOTR/Hobbit characters react to you fainting ~ drabbles

Fíli - Kíli - Bofur - Aragorn

Requested: no

Warnings: talk about fainting, collapsing, food, pregnancy, injuries etc, worried fictional characters, blatant ignorance of how bodies actually work - fainting only lasts a few seconds but for the sake of these stories it takes minutes and minutes and... you get the idea - not proofread because who has the time

Prompt: they get a message about you collapsing/fainting during their absence or you just drop to the floor like a sack of potatoes at a market sale when they’re with you, how do they react?

A/N: this is one of my guilty pleasures: tropes where reader is in distress and in need of a heroic rescue, strong arms to catch them or a worried character doting on them. This is a completely self indulgent post and I won’t take any criticism. Enjoy. I know I will.

FÍLI - A DOTING HUSBAND

Fíli was in the middle of a closed meeting when one of the guards came in and discreetly handed him a small note. Thorin raised one eyebrow in question, wanting to know what was going on and if perhaps his nephew had forgotten the meaning of a ‘closed meeting’, but Fíli didn’t give him the chance to ask out loud. As soon as he read the words written down by Oín, the screeching of his chair being pushed roughly over the wooden floor silenced everyone around the table and twelve pairs of eyes followed the Heir of Erebor as he bolted out of the room.

Oín was waiting for him outside the infirmary, which only added to Fíli’s already worried state of mind. ”What- How- Did she- is she-” he rattled through gasps of air, trying to open the door to see you but Oín stopped him. He assured Fíli you were going to be fine eventually, if you would finally listen to them and give your body the rest it needed like they had told you too many times before and yes... the baby was fine too.

Fíli released the breath he was holding, rubbing his face with his hands before he rested them on his hips and started laughing with relief. You were too stubborn for your own good sometimes, everyone had told you that you needed to take it easy and let others help you this far in your pregnancy, but you wouldn’t hear any of it. So today your body finally made the decision for you. While you were running the errands you could’ve easily left to your maids, you’d collapsed, frightening everyone around you.

You opened your eyes to see your doting husband at your bedside, your hand in his, his other hand softly wiping a few stray hairs out of your face, his thumb lingering on your cheek. A surge of panic went through you as you realized where you were. “The baby?” “Is going to be perfectly fine, ibrizinlekhê,” he reassured you, “if...” You rolled your eyes. “Let me guess, if I stay in bed all day and do nothing?” Fíli chuckled lightly. “It would make me worry a lot less about the two of you.”

(Kíli, Bofur and Aragorn under the read more cut)

KÍLI - FRANTIC FRIEND

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leclerc-s · 8 months

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the blue - part nine

series masterlist // previous // next

ameliaholland triple header, you were amazing, time to go home for a while before vegas! p.s. i'll be performing for one night only in london on the 7th, tix on sale now!

tagged: oscarpiastri, charles_leclerc, landonorris, mclaren

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username girl do you ever fucking rest?

↳ ameliaholland you know what they say, the devil works hard but amelia holland works harder

samholland1999 how soon are you flying out again?

↳ ameliaholland we fly out on the 9th...

↳ samholland1999 damn.. they're right you never rest

↳ ameliaholland wag life is not for the weak

username NEW MUSIC? A PERFORMANCE IN LONDON?

paddyholland2004 tell mum i'm old enough for the vegas gp

↳ ameliaholland sorry kid, you're not

↳ paddyholland2004 I TOTALLY AM! THIS IS UNFAIR!

username the random charles picture is so funny. like no context is given and it's my favorite thing ever.

username oscar's featured on this more than amelia on her page, and i don't mind it one bit

mclaren perhaps tickets for admin?

↳ ameliaholland keep sending the oscar pictures and you've got a deal

↳ mclaren will do ms.holland!

logansargeant boo! we hung out and not once is there a picture of me here!

↳ ameliaholland you said and i quote, "i look like shit, don't you dare fucking post those amelia!"

↳ logansargeant but you still could have posted one of me!

username i live for wag amelia!

username my favorite wags are amelia holland and taylor swift.

danielricciardo DO I GET A FREE INVITE!!

↳ ameliaholland OF COURSE, ANYTHING FOR MY 2ND FAVORITE AUSTRALIAN!

amelia holland added 5 people

max verstappen i swear if one of them is harrison i reserve the right to sic yuki on him

yuki tsunoda who am i fighting?

amelia holland it's my brothers, tuwaine, and z

daniel ricciardo i may just be uncultured but who's z? amelia holland zendaya? duh.

lance stroll sure just casually mention of the biggest actresses of our generation as if we should all personally know her.

lando norris to be fair, that is technically her sister-in-law. am i allowed to call her that? they aren't married.

tuwaine barrett why would you call each other max's biggest nightmares?

george russell he said we were. except for charles

alex albon they're in love with each other, they just don't know it yet.

logan sargeant sort of like pierre and yuki, although they know they're in love.

mick schumacher amelia, toto was hunting down the person who left a whoopie cushion on his seat.

amelia holland te-he. carlos sainz is next on my pranking hitlist. charles leclerc do i want to know why? amelia holland inexperience... daniel ricciardo i love this kid

amelia holland can't believe they were all bitching for a week straight to be added to this group chat and when i add them they don't answer.

zendaya amelia, do you ever fucking rest?

amelia holland sometimes but in my defense, i got nothing.

oscar piastri she just doesn't want to see harrison

yuki tsunoda that's the dickhead, correct? lando norris yes, yuki, that is the dickhead

tom holland i don't get what performing has to do with seeing harrison but okay.

amelia holland you’re a man, of course you don’t get it.

zendaya ugh men lando norris yeah, you girls tell him. amelia holland that goes for you too norizz

yuki tsunoda yeah fuck men, especially pierre

amelia holland speak your truth king! lando norris this is favoritism! pierre gasly what the fuck did i do? yuki tsunoda you know what you did dickhead

alex albon nothing will ever hurt more than the yukierre break up

amelia holland WRONG!! BROCEDES EXISTS alex albon true

amelia holland AHHHHHH

amelia holland SOMEBODY SEDATE ME!!!

amelia holland THERE'S NO WAY THIS HAPPENING

lando norris WHAT? WHAT'S HAPPENING??

zendaya NO WAY!! CONGRATS AMELIA!!

max verstappen what are we celebrating??

daniel ricciardo why is she so happy? what’s happening? did oscar propose?

tom holland now hold on! he hasn’t even met our parents! harry holland eh, as long as they don’t have a vegas wedding who cares? sam holland I CARE DIPSHIT!! oscar piastri i didn’t propose.

amelia holland GRAMMY NOMINATED BABY!!

amelia holland I, AMELIA GRACE HOLLAND, AM OFFICIALLY A GRAMMY NOMINATED ARTIST!!

charles leclerc CONGRATS AMELIA!!

lando norris LET'S FUCKING GO! THAT'S MY BEST FRIEND!!

tom holland OH MY GOD!!!

tuwaine barrett OH MY GOD!! THIS IS CAUSE FOR CELEBRATION!!

daniel ricciardo PARTY TIME IN VEGAS!!

ameliaholland not a whole lot going on at the moment

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tomholland IS THAT WHY HE TEXTED ME SOS AT THE ASS CRACK OF DAWN??

↳ oscarpiastri I'M SORRY I DIDN'T KNOW ANY BAKERIES IN THE AREA THOMAS

↳ username HE WOKE UP EARLY TO GET HER CAKE AND FLOWERS?? SHUT UP THAT'S SO FUCKING CUTE!!!

username CONGRATS ON THE NOMINATION AMELIA!!

maxverstappen1 i see i've corrupted you on becoming a cat parent

↳ ameliaholland oh shut up, it anything taylor corrupted me

taylorswift congratulations amelia 💙

↳ ameliaholland thank you taylor 💙

username she's and icon. she's a legend. and she is the moment

hazosterfield congragualtions

↳ ameliaholland thank you

↳ username usually in the past she would include a heart

↳ username she has a boyfriend. and some f1 fans are so toxic they'd accuse her of cheating on oscar based off of that

tuwaine this barbie is a grammy nominated artist

↳ ameliaholland tuwaine i swear i'm going to cry again

username not a lot going on? girl you're nominated for a grammy!!

danielricciardo congrats baby holland!

yukitsunoda i was promised a party

oscarpiastri proud of you 🧡

↳ ameliaholland i know, you've told me about 8 times already

↳ oscarpiastri just making sure you know

username what's the kitty's name??

↳ ameliaholland i, of course named her after a taylor swift song. her name is ivy. she adores sleep much like her father oscar.

↳ oscarpiastri lies. slander.

landonorris THAT'S MY FUCKING BEST FRIEND!!

↳ ameliaholland grammy nomination before your first win

↳ landonorris we are no longer best friends

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¡leclerc-s speaks! let's ignore that the picture says gracie. we have to use our ✨imagination✨ the taglist for this story is officially closed, because i plan on ending this series soon.

¡disclaimer! this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet for me. enjoy!

#leclerc-s #the blue series #formula 1 #oscar piastri #oscar piastri x female oc #formula 1 fic #fanfic #fanfiction #f1 #f1 smau #f1 fic #f1 social media au #f1 instagram au

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thegoddesswater · 1 year

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Got tagged by @lanonima and, because I have other things I should be doing, decided to get these all done right away Yay semi-productive procrastination!

What's one thing that your friends say that applies to you? Like a quirk or something they know you for? Something they associate with you always?

This legitimately depends on people group you’re asking. One friend immediately thinks of me when he sees anything Batman. For other friends, it’s my yarn witchcraft fibre arts. My coworkers? They associate me with baking. All are correct

Who inspires you in your life? I don't mean a celebrity, but a person you know, brag about someone incredible that is your inspiration.

Probably Sir Silver (very weird to call him that). I can trace so much of my personal growth over the last couple years back to him: I drive now, I’m more confident in social situations, he indirectly hauled me out of the worst writers block I’ve experienced... Things just feel POSSIBLE around him and I can’t explain why, but when I’m around him, it’s just like “Yeah. I CAN do this and I WILL. Bring. It. On.” I don’t think he has any idea he has this effect on me

Who do you consider to be your favourite person and why?

@flamingdoritos and @wheelybard are some of my oldest IRL friends and they have both seen me at my absolute lowest and worst and they’ve still said “you are my person and I am here” They bring colour to my life when my world goes grey scale.

What's your favourite kind of animal? If you lived with said animal, what would you name them? If you have said animal, what is their name?

Normal answer is bunnies. I had bunnies growing up named Cotton and Candy - they came named. The weird how-would-you-keep-that-as-a-pet answer is sea slugs. A freaking huge tank of all kinds of sea slugs. Heck If I know what I would name them. Probably name them all after fictional characters..

What colour is your most recent obsession?

Probably purple (I say “probably” as though I didn’t carry a paint chip around for eight years waiting to paint my kitchen that exact colour as soon as I got a house)

What's a little decor item that you want to own in the future?

I have very little impulse control when it comes to decor. Particularly since I tend to gravitate towards more unique things, so when I see something I want, I snag it. Except for a pair of owl candlesticks I found last summer. I left those in the shop and somewhat regret that. If I ever find something similar again, I may need to own them. A LARGE decor item that I want to own is a fancy board game table

Do you have any mundane but cute "talent"/thing you can do? Something just slightly unusual but also completely usual?

If I’ve heard a song before and am later presented with just the lyrics, I can usually pull the tune for it out of nowhere?

Do you like fashion? What kind of a dresser are you? More casual? Fancy?

Eh. I don’t mind looking nice, but I am very much a ‘jeans and t-shirt’ gal when I’m not at work. I did vow that this year I would be making (sewing/knitting/crocheting) all new articles of clothing instead of buying any, so that’s going to be interesting. My grandmother thinks I’m crazy for deciding that I will attempt to make myself jeans.

Do you wear makeup? What's your go-to makeup look? If you don't wear makeup, have you ever thought of wearing it?

Who has the time for makeup? Not I! Last time I wore make up was for my friend’s wedding and I felt like a goddamn princess. It was delightful and I have no idea how to replicate it.

Recommend us one movie that the critics/public didn't like that much when it came out but you personally think is a hidden gem!

Um. I dunno??? Kubo and the Two Strings? I wouldn’t dare go so far as to say that folks didn’t like it when it came out, just that it was not well known? It’s phenomenal

What show are you watching right now? Recommend it to us!

Currently I am watching a post-war saga about a man from a cult who steals (and subsequently adopts) a severely traumatized child from an evil government organization. After breaking the creed of his people for the sake of son, he must go on a journey to his ancestral home to seek redemption and absolution in the war-torn ruins (It’s The Mandalorian, folks)

Have you ever watched an anime? If yes, which one?

Numerous ones. Fullmetal Alchemist will probably always be my favourite series.

What's your favourite kind of art medium? Recommend us an artist or show us an art piece (could be music, painting, crochet, whatever) that you really love!

I don’t feel like I have a favourite art medium, but hand stitched embroidery is pretty freaking cool.

I mean LOOK AT THIS (from here)

What do you like to do when you are bored?

Knit/crochet, go for a walk, play video games, read, show up unannounced at my parents’ house and make my boredom their problem, practice French...

How many pillows do you sleep with, if any?

One. Unless we count my two stuffed dogs - which I do not.

Do you have trouble with sleeping? Do you remember your dreams a lot or forget them as soon as you wake up?

I usually sleep pretty well. I try to keep fairly consistent sleep hours, which helps, but sometimes I am just Awake For No Reason. And that is The Worst. I also sleepwalk which is an adventure and a half sometimes. Once I nearly ran around my house at 2:30 in the morning looking for my cat because I couldn’t remember the last time I’d seen or fed it. (I do not own a cat) I think it depends on when in the sleep cycle I wake up whether I remember my dreams or not. If I remember them FlamingDoritos usually gets a text saying “Okay so I just had a dream that...” And she’s gotta brace herself for the most unhinged series of paragraphs that she’ll encounter all week.

Who is one cool character in something you've seen in your life that you hyperfocused on at a time in your life.

The fact that you think I can pick ONE is almost insulting. Nightwing/Dick Grayson and Red Hood/Jason Todd from the Batman comics. Soren from Fire Emblem 9 & 10. Jak and Torn from the Jak and Daxter series. Lirael from the Abhorsen novels. I’m mildly ashamed that there’s only one lady listed

Show us your current phone case!

It is significantly more pink IRL. And the pattern is wearing away in numerous places. Probably gonna replace it soon tbh

Recommend people a song that has meant a lot to you sometime in your life and share us the story about if you'd like.

If you want one with a history (that I don’t feel like expanding on at the moment) - “Diamond on a Landmine” by Billy Talent If you would like the one that I most recently forced unendingly on repeat into my ears for reasons I cannot articulate beyond clearly it just resonating with my soul at the time - “Perfect” by Miracle of Sound

How has your day been so far?

Decent! My back and hips are killing me though and have been for weeks so that puts a bit of a damper on things.

Tagging~ Um... I dunno. Do I have any followers who enjoy tag games? I don’t wanna impose these things on folks if you super don’t want to do them.

#Tag games

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afniel · 3 years

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Imma put some (heavy? I'm not sure? I don't go into any graphic details of anything bad but I guess it's a big topic, check the tags if you want to know more) mental health stuff under the cut, so, here's the cut.

I'm feeling like I can and maybe should be a little more open about this recently, so...I've realized that it's highly likely that I've got Dissociative Identity Disorder. Now granted, I'm not diagnosed at the time of this post, but it's something I've been living with for basically my entire life already, and I've got a ton of practice dealing with myself and working through shit, so I'm pretty sure it is what it is. Plus, honestly, how else do you explain containing several other people who are also me except all of these mes don't necessarily share access to each other's memories or skills*, which occasionally causes some really difficult shit for all of me. I'm self-aware enough that I notice missed time and holes in my memory now—we don't ask about the times I couldn't notice them, those are pretty bad times—and the only alter I have who's even capable of fully taking over if I blank out isn't even really distinguishable from me, he's just funnier. And I've got pretty decent communication methods with all of them, which aren't even that many at this point...I used to have a few more. (I would pay the super organized one with the great fashion sense to come back, though, damn.)

And yes, before anyone comes in like, "Well, Ackshually, you need to have experienced repeated, regular trauma before the age of—" ...don't assume that I didn't, man, because I did. I blocked it all from memory for years until 2020 started unearthing shit because I had nothing but time and nothing to do but introspect, and I just wasn't ready to accept it until then. To be clear, I definitely don't mean any sort of fun or self-induced kind of multiplicity, here, I mean the sort where at several points in my life I've had people tell me that I did/said stuff I don't even remember and would never normally do/say when I legitimately believed I was asleep. And then I blocked those out of memory too, because why not at that point. It's a self-defense mechanism, and one that's very hard to distinguish from ADHD and fibro and sleep disturbance memory problems, any of which are shitty enough on their own.

Honestly it doesn't mean anyone has to do anything differently around me. I'm still Me, I've just realized that I never quite got glued together right during some developmental stages because of environmental pressure to, in fact, not do that at all, because it was a lot easier to function that way. None of my parts feel like Entirely Not Me, they've got names and different voices and all but as a whole I don't want to be addressed differently, it's just this weird feeling of realizing that my brain runs very oddly, looking under the hood, and finding out that it's not even assembled but it's somehow managing to carry on anyway...and has been like this since I was a child, which is clear in hindsight now that I'm not involuntarily blanking everything about it out.

I'm gonna at some point here try and see if I have access to any therapists who can work with DID, 'cause man, it kinda sucks and I wouldn't mind managing it better. I'm not doing badly now, but I haven't been doing spectacularly in general with it, so, y'know. There's always room to improve.

(I'm especially mad that I'm funnier than myself, what the actual fuck. How does that even work.)

*Footnote: I discovered the hard way that my most functional guardian sort of alter actually can't draw, he just cribs off of my memory if he needs to do it because he's got nearly full access to it (though I have only middly access to his memory), but we switched so abruptly one time that I kinda shunted off into nowhere for a very confusing 20-30 seconds of staring at the tablet going, "Hey, wow, this is really good. Who drew—oh shit, I'm drawin' this? Oh no. I have no fuckin' idea how to draw, fuck, what do I do?" until everything kinda stopped bluescreening. Funny in retrospect but also very much an Oh No This Is Serious Isn't It moment.

Plus side, he also doesn't have fibromyalgia, which is GREAT but another sign that hey, uh, something is not working as expected here, because why would I just sometimes not have a chronic condition, but only when I'm in this REALLY specific mental state...? Brains are wild, y'all.

#mental health stuff #do I dare tag it...eh yeah why not #Dissociative Identity Disorder #actually dissociative #actually DID #add another weird thing about me to the weird thing list I guess

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alotofpockets · 3 years

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Watch and learn | Yelena Belova x Reader

Pairing: Yelena Belova x Reader

Summary: A few of the Avengers come to have dinner at the restaurant you work at. Yelena gets all nervous, so Natasha decides to show her how it's done.

Word count: 595

“Don’t look, but I think that blonde at table five is checking you out.” Your coworker Olivia says walking towards you. Out of instinct you look over at the group of four Oliva just seated, a blonde haired boy, two red haired girls and sure enough your eyes meet a beautiful blonde at the end of the table. You blush and look away.

“Oh you’re so taking that table from me” she snickered. Your eyes widen “what no, you’re not allowed to do that” you sputter.

“Correct” you hear from behind you “but I can, so go take their orders.” You roll your eyes as Ryan, your boss tells you. “Seriously Ryan, you too?”

You walk up to their table with their menu’s “Hi everyone welcome to Shawarma Palace” you say as you hand everyone at the table their menu’s “can I start you off with something to drink?”

Everyone around the table tells you their drink, until you get to the blonde. She isn’t saying anything, until the red haired girl next to her nudges her in the side “oh eh, a beer please.” You nod, say “coming right up” and walk off to put their drinks in the system.

When you come back with their drinks, you ask for their food orders. You start on the left side of the table and move to the right, ending with the boy. He tells you what dish he wants and some sleazy pick up line.

You stare at him for a moment, not because you liked the flirting, but because it made you a bit uncomfortable. But before you can respond, one of the red haired girls speaks up. “Pietro, stop hitting on every girl you see.” She says slapping the boy on his arm, before turning to you “I’m sorry about my brother, he doesn’t have a filter when it comes to flirting.” You tell them it’s all good and turn back to the kitchen. Not noticing the deadly look the blonde haired girl gave the boy named Pietro or the knowing look on the other girl her face.

When everyone has finished their meals and the group is about to leave Natasha gets up saying "watch and learn" with a sly smirk. Seeing as Yelena wasn’t going to make a move on you.

Yelena's eyes widen "don't you dare". But she’s too late, Natasha was already half way over to you. Why did she have to get all shy. Now her sister was going to flirt with you.

Natasha sits down at the bar in front of where you’re standing. “Hi, can I get you guys anything else?” you ask. “We’re all good, thank you. I just came over here for my sister actually.” You look at her trying to read her face “for your sister?” you question.

“Yeah, the blonde sitting next to me. I could tell she wanted to come up here and talk to you, but she wasn’t going to. So I thought I would do it for her.” You laugh at that statement and grab your notepad, to write down your number. “In that case, can you give her this?”

Yelena sees you writing something down on a piece of paper and internally gets even more angry at her sister.

Natasha walks back over to the table and hands Yelena the note. "Here this is for you. Text her, she would like to go out with you sometime." Yelena looks up to her sister and then to you. You smile before turning to a customer calling out for you.

Main taglist:

@yellowvxbes ~ @xxromanoffxx ~ @xxxtwilightaxelxxx ~ @wandanatvoid ~ @wandaswifeyforlifey ~ @marvelwomen-simp ~ @snooy245 ~ @peggycarter-steverogers ~ @wandas-slut-heart ~ @nats-dreamland ~ @whippedmarvel ~ @laaurrel ~ @catasha ~ @t00manyfand0ms ~ @multifandomlesbianic ~ @bandit2029 ~ @avengerswriter4eva ~ @gigistylestomlinson

Yelena taglist:

@ailenepuff

Let me know if you want to be tagged in any of my works! :)

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i-am-baechu · 2 years

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“I miss Y/N!!”

Jungkook rolled over in his bedroom in Korea with a frown on his face. It’s been about a month since he last saw Y/N face to face and he was losing it. He would text and FaceTime her everyday but it wasn’t the same. The other members were getting so annoyed with his constant moans about missing her that they banned him from saying her name during practice. Jungkook got up from his bed and decided to FaceTime her because why not.

He waited for an answer patiently and when she did answer his mouth dropped. She was standing in just a towel with her hair wet giving him a small smile, “Hi, kook. I just got out of the shower, let me get dressed but you can still talk to me, okay?”

“Y-yeah.”

She gave him thumbs up and walked off the screen but he just sat there, speechless. He forgot what he was going to say to her. He continued to stare at the screen until he heard her voice again, “Kook? Is everything alright?”

He shook his head and let out a small cough, “Yeah, everything is fine…how was your shower?”

“Oh, I needed it. I had a long day at school and then Mae wanted to go to the gym for some reason today. I ran two miles with her, I’m so tired.”

“You went to the gym?”

“Yeah! I used to go to the gym all the time but I stopped because I had to focus on my work.”

Jungkook nodded his head and closed his eyes imagining her working at the gym with him. Sweat drips down her neck as she’s running on the treadmill while wearing a sports bra and the tightest leggings. He smiled to himself and opened his eyes to see her in one of his shirts that she stole and wet hair.

“Fuck, Y/N. You know you're so hot.”

“Eh? No I’m not…I’m just wearing your shirt and some sweats.”

He rolled his eyes and let out a dramatic groan, “That’s why you're so hot, you're so innocent and don’t even realize what you’re doing to me. It’s not fair.”

“I’m sorry? Do you want me to change?”

“No, don't you dare.”

She nodded her head and looked down at her fingers with a flustered face, “I-I mean you also look good…you're just wearing a black shirt but it looks good…”

“Tell me more baby.”

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Crosshair x Fem!OC, Hunter x Fem!OC

Summary: Upon discovering the Empire has set bounties on her head, Sarah takes advantage of the opportunity and sets out to find Crosshair.

Word count: 6.5k

Tags: Mature. No minors allowed. Angst, love triangles, use of weapons, lots of Crosshair-related anguish heh

A/N: Here’s another three-chapter original plot arc to enrich canon with some more angst :3 enjoy!!

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Sarah watched absently from the top of one of the tables in Cid’s cantina, fiddling with the Firepuncher in second plane as Echo taught Omega the basics to using her bow. The kid’s arms wobbled and her aim was considerably off, but she’d grow into it. Everyone eventually did when they were given a new weapon. Sarah had done it with Crosshair’s first rifle, and as fate would have it, she’d have to do some practicing and adapting as well.

“Eh! You give it a try!”

“What?” Sarah muttered, snapping out of her trance.

She turned around to see a Weequay male, one of Cid’s frequent customers, looking smugly at her—not only because of the species, he reminded her of Hondo.

“You talking to me?” Sarah asked him.

“Yeah, you!” He answered. “Use that fancy rifle of yours and hit the target!”

Sarah’s expression went blank. “Sir, I don’t think you understand the sheer capacity of this weapon. It’s not meant to be used in a small space like this one.”

“Go on, hit the exact same spot five times in a row, no budging. I dare ya.”

With a playful eye roll, Sarah decided to show off and oblige. She walked to the very edge of the cantina, the farthest she could possibly get from the target while staying inside, and took aim without looking through the scope—with how close the target was, looking through it would be blatantly unreasonable, and it would make the shot far harder than it should have been.

But without the rangefinder’s help, Sarah was able to hit the center of the target. The blasts didn’t go cleanly one after the other, and the blast marks on the target gave away Sarah’s difficulty to deal with the recoil of such an elaborate rifle, but she had certainly improved. It was a complex weapon, and not just anybody could master it.

Despite her not having completed the challenge she’d been ushered, Sarah grinned as she raised the rifle and rested it on her shoulder upright the way Crosshair would. Having it perched that way gave her a sense of power and pride, and it was only obvious why Crosshair was so smug over it whenever he got to show off.

“Hey, Strider!” Cid’s voice came from the back of the cantina.

Sarah prepared herself to get a scolding from Cid, unhappy to hear rifle blasts inside, but when Sarah finally saw the Trandoshan, it was clear from her features she had other things in mind.

“Put your toy away and get in my office, now,” Cid spoke with a subtle urgency. “You might wanna bring the whole defect squad with ya.”

Some looks were exchanged among Clone Force 99, but they did as Cid asked and followed her into her office while the remaining customers in the cantina were left bickering in the main saloon.

“What is it?” Hunter asked Cid. “You wouldn’t have called us in like this if it weren’t important.”

“Wow, Bandana, do your heightened senses shenanigans help you pick up on the obvious?” Cid rolled her eyes. “Of course it’s important.”

Cid got right to it. She stood beside the holoprojector in front of her desk and displayed the towering image of a wanted poster with Sarah’s picture in the middle, with a handsome reward clearly stated at the bottom.

The room fell eerily quiet, with everyone looking at Sarah while she stared at the picture.

“Someone’s put a bounty on ya, kid,” Cid said.

“Cid…” Sarah said. “Why can I sense you’re more worried than you care to admit?”

“Because it’s the Empire who put it,” she crossed her arms.

“The Empire?” Hunter said, positioning himself next to Sarah like a bodyguard. “Why would they have a bounty on her?”

“Beats me,” Cid said, defeated. “I looked into it, I really did, but they’re not offering much intel on why they want her.”

“Any ideas?” Hunter asked, alarmed.

“Do I look like I have all the answers, Bandana?” Cid complained. “Maybe they just decided she’d make a good recruit or they’re tired of ya always nagging at them.”

“Except we haven’t nagged them in a while,” Wrecker said.

“And if they were tired enough to put us out, the bounty would be for all of us, not just Sarah,” Tech added. “Remember when we were on Kamino how, after Crosshair was taken, she was next, along with Omega?”

Sarah felt a pang in her chest at the mention of Crosshair.

“Yeah…” Hunter replied. “They’re probably still intent on keeping her.”

Sarah remembered very well how Tarkin wanted to recruit her and how he was more than okay with using Crosshair to get her to do it; she had to hold on to the edge of the holoprojector if she wanted to keep her balance after suddenly feeling lightheaded.

“I’ll… uh…” Cid cleared her throat. “I gotta check no one’s trashin’ my parlor. You fellas discuss, and lemme know if you want me to do anything.”

“Thanks,” Hunter said, his tone soft and genuine, as Cid looked at him over her shoulder.

Hunter held Sarah’s shoulders, and her hands went up to cover his as he held her.

“Hey,” Hunter said.

Sarah looked up at Hunter; sweet, kind Hunter, the man who’d spent the last few days letting her know how much he loved her, whose first instinct had been to flank her, to shield her even from unseen dangers.

And given the ideas Sarah was getting, she almost felt unfaithful.

“We know what this means,” Sarah broke the silence.

Hunter’s features hardened with hints of fear and apprehension, fully understanding what she meant, merely rejecting the idea. “No…”

“It’s perfect,” she insisted.

“Sarah, how is it perfect?” Echo questioned.

“This is how we go back for Crosshair,” she stated, determined.

“It’s far too dangerous,” Hunter countered. “They’ll be watching you like hawks.”

“Look, I know it sounds crazy, but listen,” Sarah explained. “I’ll go to Kamino myself, make it look like after seeing those bounties, I realized I stood no chance against such a great Empire and decided to willingly enlist to save trouble. Tarkin saw me with Crosshair all while we were on Kamino, and he knows we’re close. If I declare that I want to be around him, he’ll buy it. I’ll only have to stay long enough for them to let their guards down and I’ll get Crosshair out of there when they do. We remove his chip, we get him back for good.”

“Sarah, he’s too far gone,” Tech said, hesitantly, not wanting to hurt her feelings.

“No, he’s not,” she answered. “Stop acting like he’s lost, he isn’t.”

“Sarah, Tech has a point—”

“Crosshair will only be lost if we abandon him there,” she frowned. “If we haven’t gone back for him it’s because, quite frankly, we’d be obliterated if we charged against the Empire. This is the opening we needed. Let me do this.”

“Even if you reach him, he won’t go with you willingly,” Hunter protested.

“Then I’ll stun him,” Sarah said. “I’ll drag him out of there myself if that’s what it takes to bring him home.”

Hunter gave her a pained look, and though Sarah didn’t notice blatant traces of jealousy, it was obvious that Hunter would be hurt by her insistence on getting Crosshair back by herself.

“Please, just contemplate how dangerous this really is,” Hunter told her. “You’re asking me to let you put yourself in danger for a mission you don’t know is going to succeed.”

“I do know how dangerous it is,” Sarah softened her tone. “I just don’t care, Hunter. And you shouldn’t either. Crosshair is your brother.”

“You did say you were angry at yourself for leaving him behind,” Omega intervened, her big eyes threatening to make Hunter shatter against the two people he could never argue with.

“And it’s what you told me on that Separatist dreadnought, that you don’t leave your own behind,” Sarah added, mentally hugging Omega. “I can’t believe I’m the only one who wants to go back for him.”

“I do want to get Crosshair back,” Hunter replied. “I just don’t want to get him at the cost of you.”

“You won’t lose me, Hunter,” Sarah comforted him, her hand gently resting on his bicep. “Tarkin wants me alive. He isn’t going to hurt me, and neither will Crosshair.”

“That could pose a problem, however,” Tech spoke up. “So long as Crosshair is under the inhibitor chip’s influence, any order against you will mean you will be in danger.”

“He’ll resist it,” Sarah said. “He’ll fight it, I’ve seen him do it. I could feel him fighting it since Kaller.”

“He didn’t fight it enough,” Hunter said warily.

“As far as I know, none of your chips activated, and none of you know what it’s like,” Sarah defended. “Fighting an organic implant telling you what to do must be pretty damn difficult.”

“Suppose things go wrong,” Echo intervened, his tone rational as he drew Sarah’s attention from Hunter to keep her from getting angry. “Suppose Tarkin sees through your plan. What will you do then?”

“I’ll figure it out,” she answered. “The way I always do.”

“Sarah, please…” Hunter caught her attention again, pleading her so sincerely he may as well have fallen to his knees.

“Hunter,” Sarah walked up to him and took his hands in hers. Despite the pain, despite everything that could be questioned in regards to her feelings, Sarah felt in her marks that she had to go to Crosshair. She felt them burn, and they wouldn’t stop until she was with him.

“You’re not changing my mind,” she continued. “And if you’re not coming with me, I will go alone. I’m drawing bounty hunters to me and putting you all in danger by staying, anyway.”

“I agree with Sarah,” Wrecker blurted out after holding in his words for too long, drawing every gaze towards him. “I just… I miss Crosshair, okay? I want my baby brother back.”

Sarah felt the tears stinging her eyes at what he said.

“There is far too much at stake,” Hunter emphasized. “What we need to do is lay low, gather all the resources we may need, and head to Idaflor like we’d planned so we can hide.”

“So that’s what we are now?” Sarah said. “We took a liking to mercenary life and now we live off of it? While we leave Cross in the Empire’s claws?”

“Sarah, I know you’re mad,” Hunter said, dropping a thick silence in the room.

She sighed and gave his hands a squeeze. “I am mad, but not at you. I’m mad because Crosshair didn’t ask for any of this. And if it had been any of you instead of him, Crosshair would have stopped at nothing to get you back. He would have carried all of you on his shoulders if it meant saving you because that’s just who he is.”

Their lack of verbal responses let her know that she was right, though Sarah felt she’d made Hunter mad at her. She’d understand if he was—they were supposed to be lovers, and yet, there she was going on about her undying loyalty to Crosshair.

But to Sarah’s surprise, Hunter squeezed her hands and looked at her softly, lovingly, even.

“I miss Crosshair too, but we have to stay together now more than ever,” he said. “I promise you, when the time is right, we’ll go back for him. All of us.”

When they all nodded in return, they began to exit the room one by one, with Hunter and Sarah being the last. Before Hunter left, Sarah gently tugged on his arm to keep him with her, and when he stayed, Sarah pulled him in for an embrace.

“What is it?” He asked her, concerned, as always, for her well-being.

“I’m sorry,” she said.

Hunter let out a breath. “Don’t be.”

They hugged in silence for a while and Sarah just allowed herself to feel safe in his arms. She didn’t think so much about the fact that she’d have bounty hunters after her from then on, it just didn’t matter as much to her as the possibility of getting Crosshair back.

But maybe Hunter was right. Maybe her plan was too far-fetched, too much of a dream. Maybe she really should just lay low.

“I know you love him,” Hunter spoke quietly.

Though she was still hugging him, Sarah looked up and met his gaze. He’d caught her off guard; she expected him to be mad, even threatened, but yet again, Hunter’s kindness had gotten the better of him.

“I can feel how you vibrate when you’re with him, even now when you’re merely talking about him,” he added. “I could always feel it.”

Sarah scoffed lightly. “Well, can’t you feel that when I’m with you?”

He gave her a soft smile. “I can. I’m not saying you don’t love me.”

“Good,” she said. “Because I do love you, Hunter.”

Sarah perked her nose up, asking for a kiss, and with that same smile, Hunter bent down and kissed her softly, almost sadly. They hadn’t shared that many kisses or moments alone, but so far, every kiss they’d shared had been hot, passionate. That kiss, however, was slow. They took their time to feel each other, to exist together, a sensation they’d both felt they needed to cling to when the world seemed to shake around them.

Their kiss was cut short by the sound of someone clearing their throat loudly, not at all inconspicuous. Hunter and Sarah pulled apart and found that Cid was looking at them from the doorway like she was a teacher who’d just caught a couple of teenagers making out in a closet.

“Does my office look like a cozy bedroom to ya now?” Cid rolled her eyes. “Get outta here before you start making clones of yourselves!”

Sarah couldn’t help but blush at the thought as she and Hunter scurried out of Cid’s office with her shaking her head disapprovingly long after they’d left.

But every one of the next few missions was jeopardized, and Sarah felt it was all her fault. There was always someone who caught sight of her, someone who’d recognized her from the wanted posters, and there had been more than one occasion in which the batch had barely made it out alive from the persecutions aimed at Sarah. To further bother her, the subject of Crosshair hadn’t come up again, and she began to feel like the idea of going back for him drifted farther and farther from the minds of his brothers.

As it was, Omega and Sarah’s safety had become a priority to the squad, perhaps, as Sarah feared, too much of a priority.

Days passed like that, and Sarah’s thoughts wouldn’t cease weighing her down. It wasn’t until one day when she found herself in the cantina during leisure time when the swarm of thoughts became too much. She knew she couldn’t keep endangering the squad with her presence, and she couldn’t keep letting the days roll by while Crosshair sank further in the Empire’s restraints.

Even though she knew no one in the squad liked the idea of putting themselves in the Empire’s rangefinders, Sarah once again contemplated the idea of going on her own.

It was a harsh option that offered many risks, but at least it would be a way to get the ball rolling. If Hunter and the others continued to gather resources while she was gone, it would be easier for them to do without her constantly attracting bounty hunters, and they’d be able to make it to Idaflor soon. And if Sarah succeeded, and Crosshair was back, Idaflor would become a permanent stop where they could settle down.

Sarah knew that, dreamy as it was, all of that was one risky mission away. Her marks burned, telling her she had to do it.

As she slowly stood up from her booth, Sarah kept working out details of her plan. She couldn’t take the Marauder; the rest of the squad would need it. Perhaps Cid would know where she could borrow a ship, or steal it—Sarah was a wanted woman anyway, and with her past as a pirate, she was no stranger to questionable methods.

Avoiding eye contact with anyone, Sarah marched herself over to Cid’s office, which was luckily empty except for Cid herself sitting behind her desk. After Sarah walked in, she closed the doors behind her, catching the Trandoshan’s attention, looking up from her holopad to see the young woman with a suspicious gaze.

“What can I do for you?” Cid asked.

Sarah exhaled quietly. “I need a ship.”

Cid set the holopad down altogether and raised a brow muscle at Sarah. “And where are you going?”

“Kamino,” she decided to be honest. Sarah knew she’d get nowhere by hiding details from Cid.

Without any emotion in particular, Cid leaned back on her chair. “So you’re gonna turn yourself in after all, huh? What does Dark and Broody think of that?”

“He doesn’t know,” Sarah answered. “Neither do the others.”

“Hiding this from them won’t do you any good,” Cid shook her head.

“I pitched them in on the plan and they didn’t love it,” Sarah replied. “But it’s the only way we’ll ever move forward. I can’t be the reason they’re in more danger than they should be, and one of our own is still on Kamino. I’m going to get him back so we can finally settle down.”

Cid sighed. “Strider, if you go there, enlist, and then desert with your other friend, it’s gonna be worse. More imperials will be after ya, ever think of that?”

“Somehow, I’m willing to take that risk,” Sarah answered. “I don’t want him in the Empire’s hands, and if I have him back, I don’t care what else happens.”

Cid seemed skeptical, but her features softened in understanding to a certain extent. Cid knew she wasn’t going to change Sarah’s mind, and that was one of the many things she respected in her. With a sigh, she caved and opened up the top right drawer of her desk.

“You’re doing a noble thing, Strider, and for that, I respect ya,” Cid said. “You’re in luck. There’s an abandoned Y-Wing not very far from here which still has its astromech droid who’ll perform copilot functions—that is, if you insist on going alone.”

Sarah smiled with satisfaction. “What about the ship’s owner?”

“Dead, I’m the owner now,” Cid replied.

“What’s your price for letting me use it?”

Cid’s hard gaze softened into a snicker, fond of the ease to talk business as opposed to the army-accustomed clones she rode with. Then, Cid tossed Sarah the bolt to power up the astromech.

“Just don’t die, kid. And bring the ship back in good condition.”

Sarah nodded, her confidence fading into gratitude. “Thanks, Cid.”

“Do consider telling them about your mission,” Cid said before Sarah could leave the room. “Even if you’re saying you’ll go instead of asking for permission. They deserve to know.”

Sarah nodded once more. “Take care of them while I’m gone.”

“Maker knows they need me watchin’ their back,” Cid snickered.

With a soft laugh, Sarah made her way out of the cantina. It was easier with everyone minding their own business and getting ready to rest, and she was able to sneak out of the place unseen to head over to the landing bay to see what condition the ship was in.

The streets of Ord Mantell at that hour were lonesome, though not eerily abandoned, occupied by few people who Sarah now knew to be Cid’s allies and clients. Nobody would follow her or give her away, giving Sarah a sense of security as she entered the landing bay specified on the bolt Cid had given her.

The landing bay’s sensors caused the place to light up when Sarah walked in, and they revealed a beautiful Y-Wing in the center in perfect condition, almost new except it had been painted all white as opposed to the yellow or blue that the army had opted to coat their models with. It was like a blank canvas, a spot to put all new possibilities that filled Sarah with some desperately needed hope.

“Hey, beautiful,” she muttered as she walked up to the ship, feeling her blood boiling with the desire to fly.

It had been far too long since she’d taken to the skies.

Next to one of the ship’s stabilizers stood an astromech droid, powered off. It was an R6 class, one of the newer models, with a white chassis and yellow highlights on some of its components. Using the bolt Cid gave her, Sarah powered up the astromech, and it startled her by jumping on the spot, letting out multiple frightened beeps, but then its visor finally set on Sarah and the little mech calmed down.

After examining her, the R6 droid let out a series of happy beeps and noises, greeting who he now considered his new master.

“I’m Sarah,” she told the droid. “Cid gave me permission to use the Y-Wing?”

What for? The little droid asked her.

“I need to go to Kamino,” she replied. “Mind helping me out?”

Kamino? The clone planet?

“Yeah, that’s kind of why I have to go,” she answered. “I’m looking for a clone who’s very important to me, I have to rescue him. What do you say? Can you help me?”

Sure thing, master Sarah!

“Just call me Sarah,” she giggled. She always loved astromechs, they each had a charisma and personality unique to them that some people could just never develop. “But first, I need you to help me record a few holo messages.”

Okay!

R6 positioned himself in front of Sarah and she nodded at him when he could start recording.

“Admiral,” she began. “I’ve seen the bounty you’ve placed on me, and I almost want to congratulate you for knowing how to make things difficult for me. As you can tell, none of your bounty hunters have succeeded, I’ve been able to hold them off. I’m a soldier, after all, and I want to offer a truce. I’ve decided to turn myself into you and enlist in the imperial army. As a token of my seriousness, I offer you to only call off the bounty hunters once I’ve arrived on Kamino—raise the bounty on my head if you want to further prove my intentions. I’ll arrive alone on a Y-Wing with an R6 unit. Expect my arrival shortly.”

Sarah made the gesture for R6 to stop recording.

“Can you activate your long range transmitters and send it to Kamino?” She asked R6.

Yep!

It took a while, but R6 jumped up and down when it was done and proceeded to prep for the second recording. Sarah let out a deep breath, knowing this second message was going to be far more difficult.

“Okay, you can start,” she told R6.

She’d asked for the second recording to be on a hard drive, to which R6 had happily obliged. She snuck back inside to the cantina when the sky was already dark, drive in hand, having told her new droid she’d return soon. She still didn’t quite know who to give it to, though perhaps it would be Tech or Echo before she left.

Sarah still didn’t know how she’d face them, but she did know that her resolve to find Crosshair hadn’t wavered one bit.

For the remainder of the night, she and the others enjoyed some games, and she made sure to show Hunter some extra love, but once everyone went to sleep, Sarah gathered her weapons and supplies, including the Firepuncher, and snuck off with Tech’s holopad to program a beacon to access her comm. With the beacon set up, she put the holopad back where she found it and covered herself with a long, dark gray poncho Cid had given her, a greater gesture of luck than for the piece of fabric to actually shield her.

Cid really was fond of Sarah.

Once Sarah decided she had no strength to face Hunter or anyone before leaving, she walked across the deserted cantina, and she was just about to set foot out the door with no way back.

“Wanna tell me what you’re up to?”

Sarah turned around to see Echo, looking at her with a raised eyebrow, though his eyes were heavy. Echo knew what Sarah was doing, he just wanted to hear her say it.

“I’m doing what Fives would have done,” Sarah said.

“Cheap shot to bring Fives up in a moment like this,” Echo chuckled.

“It’s the truth,” she told him. “He and I did it for Tup, and now there’s no Republic to incorrectly accuse me of treason.”

“What about the Empire?” Echo whisper-yelled. “Sarah, I know you miss Crosshair. I know what he means to you, but think about what you’re doing.”

“I’m getting all the bounty hunters off your back,” she said. “And I’m getting Crosshair home if it’s the last thing I do.”

“Sarah—”

“At least I’m trying,” she cut him off. “At least I care enough to return for him. He’s one of us, and this has gone on way too long. I refuse to leave him there.”

Echo sighed, but his features finally softened. “You really are following Fives’ footsteps.”

“Fives would have done that for me, he would have done it for you,” Sarah walked up to Echo, gently placing a hand on his shoulder. “And Cross would do the same if any of us were in danger.”

“Have you at least told the others?” Echo asked her.

Sarah showed him the hard drive. “I will.”

“You need to at least tell Hunter before you go,” Echo said. “I’ll handle the rest, but he deserves to know.”

“Echo, I can’t bear to—”

“He’ll go crazy if you don’t,” Echo finished.

Sarah sighed, defeated. She knew Echo was right, she owed Hunter at least an explanation.

“Fine,” she said as she handed him the hard drive. “Make sure he hears this too, there are important details here. You all need to see it”

“I’ll have them look at it first thing in the morning,” Echo put the drive safely in his belt. “Go talk to Hunter, I’ll wait for you here and take you to the ship.”

“I won’t take the Marauder, but I’ll explain on the way,” she told him as she walked past him.

Sarah headed down the corridors of the inside of the cantina and headed to the little area they’d adapted to become barracks. The rest of Clone Force 99 found themselves snoring softly as they all dwelled in their respective dreams, and slowly, Sarah approached Hunter, hesitant to wake him.

Hunter’s features were hard when he slept, to a point where he looked angry. It pained Sarah that he was already so conflicted, that all she’d do was add to whatever sorrow he felt.

She gently brushed a few of the strands of his hair from his face, causing his eyes to flutter open. He looked at her sleepily, allowing a dreamy smile to curve his lips at the sight of her.

“Sarah?”

“Shh,” she whispered, holding a finger up to his lips. “Hunter…”

He started to get up. “Is everything okay?”

Sarah gently pushed him down to the bed. “It’s fine, I’m just… I’m going out.”

He looked confused. “Now?”

Though she couldn’t find the words, Sarah knew that her pained eyes gave her away, and surely enough, she could almost feel his heart sinking.

He looked at her with the same sentiment. “I can’t stop you, can I?”

She gently shook her head. “No.”

She ran a hand through his hair, let loose without the bandana, a rare sight to see Hunter in, and she pulled him in for a delicate kiss which, to her surprise, Hunter returned lovingly. As she parted the kiss, Sarah looked at him with all the love she felt for him, all of the sheer adoration and gratitude and admiration she felt for that man, which only made it harder to leave him.

“I love you, Hunter,” she whispered. “But I have to do this.”

His heartbreak was evident in his eyes, though Sarah didn’t know if he was heartbroken at the danger she’d be in or because she’d resolved to return for Crosshair. Regardless, Hunter would never allow himself to chain her down. He didn’t doubt her love for him, even if she loved Crosshair too. He’d have to come to terms with that, rejoice if she chose him and respect if she didn’t.

But for now, Hunter gently squeezed Sarah’s hand and met her gaze.

“I love you too,” he stated, his final way of letting her go.

Sarah couldn’t bear to look at him much longer, and she struggled to keep the tears in as she walked outside of the room. She forced the tears inside; she could leave the crying for the trip. Now, she knew she had to keep going. She’d reached that point already, she’d gone this far, and she wouldn’t back down now.

Echo walked her to the landing bay where he had the chance to meet R6, a droid that reminded him a lot of General Skywalker’s own R2-D2. Though he was upset to see her go, Sarah could tell that a part of him was also proud, and just before she climbed the ladder to get on the ship, Echo reached out to stop her.

“You’re doing something big,” he told her. “And frankly, you’re right. We haven’t paid enough attention to saving Crosshair.”

“We haven’t exactly had or even stood a chance,” Sarah replied. “That’s why I have to take this one.”

“Let me come with you,” Echo told her.

“It’ll blow my cover, but I love you for even asking,” she got down from the ladder and hugged him. “Besides, I need a spare seat on the Y-Wing for when Crosshair is with me.”

They hugged for a while longer, both afraid to let go of their best friend after already having lost each other once, until at last Echo let go of Sarah, granting him his blessing to go on the mission. With her heart racing, Sarah climbed the ladder and got on the ship, and once she had all the systems in order, she launched it and exited the landing bay, with Echo watching as the specs of her engines flew farther away, eventually leaving Ord Mantell’s atmosphere.

“Hey, guys. By the time you watch this, I’ll be in hyperspace. I know this isn’t ideal and you have every right to be mad at me. I hope that with this, all the bounty hunters will leave you alone and you’ll all be safer, even though that’s not the only reason I’m not there right now.

As you may have guessed, I’ve gone to Kamino, and I don’t want you to come after me, at least not right away, or my cover will be blown. I’m going to convince the Empire I’m on their side, and once all eyes are off me, I’m removing that chip from Crosshair and getting him out. In the meantime, you guys continue running jobs for Cid. Gather as many credits as you can so that hopefully by the time we’re back, we’ll have enough money to follow up our plan to go to Idaflor.

I’m scared, but I’m confident I’ll succeed. But if anything were to go wrong, I’ve already designated a channel in my comm to trigger a beacon in Tech’s holopad. If you hear it, come get me.

It sounds insane, but I have to do this, for your sake and for Crosshair’s. I really hope this won’t take too long, so just be at ease and expect our return soon, alright?

And, Hunter… I love you. Don’t forget that.

May the Force be with you, as I’m sure it is with me.”

When the Y-Wing jumped out of hyperspace, the dreadful image of a thunderous Kamino loomed ahead of Sarah, a perfect metaphor for the storm that she was caught up in.

During the trip, Sarah had time to meditate and to tell R6 all about how she’d met and fallen in love with the two men who now held her heart, but now, it was time to focus, to be serious, to be determined to succeed.

There it is, R6 beeped, considerably less happy than when he met Sarah on Ord Mantell.

“Yeah,” she replied, her voice tense, quivering in fear. “I hope you’re waterproof.”

Entering Kamino’s stormy atmosphere always seemed way easier on the Marauder, but having learned how to fly from Anakin Skywalker himself and later observing Tech’s technique, Sarah was far more than just a decent pilot, successfully getting the Y-Wing through the violent winds of Kamino. Eventually, two V-Wings flanked and escorted her, and judging by the lack of blasts coming at her, she assumed her hologram was indeed seen by the Empire.

“Expected arrival Y-Wing-7773, code name, Strider,” said a trooper via comms, “proceed to landing bay one-tac-five.”

“Copy that,” she answered.

I guess this is it, Sarah.

“Sure is, R6,” she answered. “You’re not scared, are you?”

No… he dragged out the beep.

“Yeah, I’m terrified too.”

But she still didn’t let her determination waver. She slowed the ship down to land where she was instructed to and took a deep, grounding breath to process the fact that she was back on Kamino, by herself, after so much had happened to her there. Regardless, Sarah looked out of the cockpit and saw a squadron of dark-armored troopers heading her way.

One of them was particularly tall and lean.

She hurriedly opened the Y-Wing’s canopy and made sure to leave the Firepuncher there.

“You know what to do, R6,” she told him. “Stay with the ship.”

She got down from the Y-Wing expecting troopers to rush towards her and cuff her, but instead, she was greeted with a welcoming committee. A squadron of about ten troopers lined five and five at each of her sides awaited, and approaching her was a squadron of four troopers in black armor led by a regular looking man in an imperial uniform, his badge displaying the rank of admiral.

He seemed like a good guy, with features not at all distinctive. Pale skin, brown hair, brown eyes; Sarah recognized him immediately as the man from the chain code announcements.

And yet, he wasn’t her primary focus, as Sarah’s gaze found the one man she was looking for, the one who made sense of it all, her reason for being there. Tall, lean, and who knew how he was looking at her underneath that green visor.

And he was the only one she could look at, and it took every ounce of her might not to throw her arms around him.

“You arrived as soon as you said,” the admiral told her.

“I did,” she replied, finally acknowledging him. “Forgive me, Admiral, I don’t believe we’ve met.”

“Indeed we haven’t,” he nodded. “I am Admiral Rampart.”

“Pleasure,” she feigned. “Where’s Tarkin?”

“He has to personally oversee matters with the Emperor,” Rampart answered. “He’s left me in charge of military operations on Kamino.”

“I see,” Sarah felt a weight being lifted. “You sure look friendlier than him.”

“I hope this does not mean you’re underestimating me,” Rampart smiled.

“Not at all,” she appeared charismatic. “Anyone who’s distinguished enough to gain the rank of imperial admiral the way you have must be worthy of the title.”

“Much obliged,” he said. “Now, what exactly brings you to Kamino?”

“I’m here to enlist,” she said without hesitating. “Tarkin wanted to recruit me a while back.”

On the outside, Crosshair was stoic and silent, but Sarah could feel her marks getting warm and her body vibrating the way Crosshair’s was.

“And what about the rest of your squad?”

“There were complications,” she lied. “I don’t want to be on the run forever.”

“Well, I’m glad the bounty was enough to get you to decide on a better path. You’ve arrived at the very end of our operations for today, but tomorrow, first thing, you are to head to the medical bay for a physical exam. After that, you’ll be given your armor and you will train with your squad until you’re assigned a mission. You are to be under CT-9904’s command.”

“I understand,” Sarah told him.

“Very well,” Rampart appeared satisfied. “I look forward to having you on board.” He then looked collectively at the group of soldiers behind him. “At ease.”

After the whole group dismantled, only one trooper stayed behind, silently and ominously staring at her.

Sarah took a step towards him, and he did the same; they were barely inches away from one another, both in silence, his helmet still covering his face. She watched him closely, trying desperately to find the right words to tell him, grasping at every thread of reality in hopes that she wasn’t dreaming, that she was truly in Crosshair’s presence again.

Sarah felt a bump on her leg followed by R6’s happy beeping and cooing; the shove he’d given her caused her to tumble forward enough for Crosshair to have to catch her.

In his arms, she turned to face the droid. “R6, what did I just say?”

The astromech cooed as it rolled away back to the Y-Wing as if it were giggling.

“How did you come across a droid and a ship?” Crosshair spoke, his voice vocoded, moduled.

It still soothed every one of Sarah’s senses.

She looked at him again, dazed, trying to decide whether to leap in joy or cry on her knees.

“Long story…” she said. “I’ll fill you in on all of it later.”

She reached her hands up, intent on securing his helmet and lifting it off him, but Crosshair beat her to it. He removed his helmet, clutching it in his left arm, and Sarah nearly melted in all the memories and emotions that hit her when his piercing brown eyes met hers.

His gaze, as usual, was hard with glints of softness, his true core shining through his coarse exterior. Crosshair, despite the chip and the Empire, hadn’t changed a bit in Sarah’s eyes, and he was as beautiful as the day he had been taken from her.

She gave him a wide smile as tears pooled in her eyes. “Hi…”

Crosshair’s gaze turned sad with a softness he’d only ever dare to show her. “You came back.”

A tear dropped from Sarah’s eyes and she finally couldn’t resist the urge to hold him. She pulled Crosshair down, hugging her as close to her as she could, resting her head over his shoulder.

“Of course I did,” she whispered.

And when Crosshair finally wrapped his arms around her waist and buried his face in the crook of her neck, Sarah sank even more into him and allowed herself to feel that nothing had changed.

At that moment, the war hadn’t existed. Order 66 hadn’t happened.

Nothing else mattered in the galaxy except for Crosshair being safe in her arms where he belonged.

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