#her love in the force fanfic

[larkoneironaut]

🪐 Everything and more 🐚

My OC Elikai Vidis from my Din Djarin romance fic I’m currently working on. I’m soon done, so keep your eyes open for updates I’ll post! When it’s finished, I will post my fic weekly only on AO3 🖤 (Writing Ch. 30 rn, so ~5 more and I’m done, yay!)

[scorpiusmalfoylovesoscarwilde]

NAH NO ABSOLUTELY NOT TELL MEEE TEEEELLLLL MEEEEEEE WHY I WAS PEACEFULLY SCROLLING TIKTOK AND I SEE ONE COMMENT SECTION FLOOODEEDDD WITH SHIT LIKE "astoria greengrass hate club lol" "astoria haters ⬇️⬇️⬇️" "I can't stand astoria" WHAAATTT WHAT THE FUUCCKK WHAT ARE YOU EVEN ACTUALLY FUCKING TALKING ABOUY WHTA THE VBGAGSJSLW I CANNOT EVEN COMPREHEND WHAT THE FUCK YOU ARE ON ABOUT IM GONNA FUCKINGFHFHFJFUFKM WHAT DO YOU EVEN MEEAAANN SHUT THE FYCK UPP OH MY GOD WHAT WHAT DID SHE EVER DO?????

anywayz number one astoria greengrass defender love her so much I will skin your whole body with my teeth if you try and fuck with her that is MY GIRL <3<3<3

[writingwhilecaffeinated]

Out of curiosity, has anyone written an AU where the duel did NOT go smoothly, and Benedict did have to become head of the family?

I’m honestly just super curious, it’d be interesting. I’d prefer it be maybe Anthony did shoot Simon (but Simon does NOT die cause I love Simon) but Anthony runs off. Sienna chooses not to go with him, Anthony maybe even goes to India and meets Kate early.

Meanwhile, Benedict has to become head of the family and it sucks, big learning curve, but would be an interesting character study. Like, how would HE handle Daphne and Simon? Or Colin and Marina? How would that change things? Also, of course, his own artistic journey.

Could have happy ending where Anthony somehow managed to come home without being punished. Cause fiction. Lol

Random thoughts at night…

[pretty-fishy]

I am unfortunately a bit frustrated, Like I know we are all super hyped for Bi Buck and I don't dislike Tommy.

But People acting like this positive Tommy energy comes from his character, when if his character was a female love interest, even factoring for the Bi canon excitement, wouldn't be getting this level.

People saying He's Buck's most developed love interest like ????, obviously several Buddie love interests( Ali, Ana, Natalia) had very little characterisation, Abby was a main character and Taylor was established with motivations and plotlines. Just because so much of their characters have been boiled down by fanon to their worst traits and actions. Sitting here knowing if Tommy was a female character, she would not be getting the same grace, unable to escape the behaviour in Chimney Begins. Like by all means like him and like BuckTommy, you do you, but also think would I be giving Grace to a female love interest like this

[inloveanddepth]

love these guys

[kensington-queen]

Tsugaru’s Baby’s Cravings

Fandom: Her Love in the Force - One-Shot

Pairing: Tsugaru/MC (named Emi here but it’s only mentioned once)

Rating: Fluffy T +

AO3 Link: here

Tsugaru comes into the bullpen with a bag from the convenience store, his usual smile on his face when he spots her sitting at the desk in front of Momo’s. Her own lunch is rice and fried chicken with some vegetables that were left over from their shared dinner, which he had graciously let her take.

He disappears into the kitchenette, reappearing with his lunch a couple of minutes later. He sits in the chair beside her, intent on eating with her.

“Wanna try, Little Hare,” Tsugaru asks, showing her one of those quick meal ramen cups. The flavor is matcha, which is not too out there for him. But then he takes out his faithful Tabasco sauce, pouring a liberal amount on top of the hot noodles. She instantly wrinkles her nose.

“Ew, no thank you,” she politely declines like he knew she would. He grins at her, shrugging, content with shoving his noodles into his mouth. He looks so cute, she thinks absent-mindedly as she takes a bite of her own lunch, watching him.

Something smells good, she notes a minute later, getting a whiff of something appetizing. What is it? She sniffs discreetly. Something spicey. Paired with something that had an underlying scent that blended subtly in. Wait a minute. No. Surely not? She leans in toward Tsugaru, taking another sniff.

His lunch!

It smells… delicious. Why?

“Changed your mind?” he asks, aiming his chopsticks playfully at her mouth. The noodles come too close to grazing her lips, so she sits away.

“Just trying to figure out what about that combo is appetizing,” she innocently replies, hoping he won’t catch on. He’s too smart sometimes, too good at reading people, and especially good at reading her. Nothing can be hidden from his eyes when it comes to her.

“Who wouldn’t find this good? Here, have a dessert,” he shoves a wasabi-flavored KitKat into her mouth instead, catching her off guard. Her nose automatically wrinkles in reaction, anticipating a slaughter on her taste buds but she finds herself eagerly eating it and swallowing.

“You like it?” He asks, his eyes sparkling as they dance mischievously waiting for her reaction. Oh god, she didn’t hate it. Why isn’t she hating it? Why does she want a second helping?

“It’s not the worse thing you’ve shoved into my mouth,” she grumbles carelessly, forgetting where they are for a moment. Tsugaru’s eyes widen briefly before a very specific look falls onto his handsome features as his eyes turn the slightest bit sultry. Across from them Momo, too close to pretend he didn’t hear her comment, chokes on his coffee.

“Little Hare, how brazenly dirty of you” Tsugaru whispers wickedly, a huge grin appearing on his face as she catches on to what she just said. Her cheeks redden.

“You know what I mean, Tsugaru! Snacks! Your snacks!”

“I have been referred to as a snack before, so this isn’t the first time,” Tsugaru says, enjoying her spluttering and embarrassment a little too much. She glares at him. “I’m glad you think my snacks are tasty, Little Hare. You’ll get more treats, I promise.”

Then he winks at her, the bastard.

“Takaomi,” she hisses, low enough so only he can hear. Uh-oh.

“I’m just kidding, Emi, just kidding! Momo help!” He wheels away fast, getting out of her range. She’s dangerous when mad.

Later on, once things settle back down with Team Tsugaru, she finds herself struggling to concentrate on a report. She makes a mental checklist as she stares at the report. Fatigue. Aches. Breast tenderness. Finding Tsugaru’s weird food appealing. Her eyes flicker to her mini calendar on her desk, scrutinizing the dates.

When was she last on her period?

She doesn’t bother with a store-bought test, instead calling up the nearest OBGYN clinic to the office on her break while alone on the roof. She gets the next available appointment for after work the following day.

She decides to not alert Tsugaru about this in case it’s a false alarm when she gets home, making her way up to his place. He cooks her pasta with homemade sauce, giving her the normal version first before dumping seven spices and mint of all things into his own portion. She hates the way it smells appealing. Who puts mint into pasta sauce, to begin with, never mind with seven spices?

She deduces she must be pregnant because only a baby that she is carrying that is half Tsugaru could possibly cause her to temporarily lose her sanity and find herself wanting a taste of his strange food combinations. She’s going to have to fight the insane food cravings she realizes when he offers her eel soda and she accepts, drinking it like she would Sprite or Coca-Cola.

Otherwise, she’s going to be the only one with normal tastebuds in the house.

The doctor confirms her suspicions the next day after work.

She’s 11 weeks along and she gets a huge scolding about the dangers of her chosen field of work from the doctor who’s alarmed she didn’t notice her period being late because it’s normal given the stressful demands of her job. She’s told explicitly she needs to be very careful going forward now that she’s aware.

It’s lucky that Tsugaru has been out in the field with Momo when she left for her booked appointment time, otherwise, it would have been incredibly difficult to find an excuse to leave the office without admitting the truth to him. She makes it to their apartment before he does, the small scan tucked carefully away in her planner until she steps inside, where she moves it to her pocket.

She’s excited. Really excited. The idea of having his child sets her heart soaring. She’s nervous too, and concerned about how he might react. The trauma of his past is going to emerge with this pregnancy, she’s sure of it. He might go into a dark place with worry once she’s around the same time as his mother had been when she was killed, and she needs to be prepared for that.

But she knows Tsugaru and his desire for a family.

They’re dating with the intention of marriage, and have been since the start when he proposed before asking her out officially. They’re a little over two years of being together, and lately, the conversation around potentially making Noa part of their family legally has been happening with Shirogane.

The confirmation of this pregnancy further confirms her desire to make Noa theirs permanently. It’s a big change in dynamics though, one she needs to talk over with Tsugaru. She darts around the kitchen, cooking a simple stir-fry to go with rice, her nerves dancing as she plays the waiting game for his arrival home.

“I’m homeeee,” his voice calls out from the doorway; her heart beats a bit faster, and even though it’s far too early to feel a kick, she swears she can feel a tickle in her tummy from the baby she’s carrying. Their baby.

The plan is to tell him after dinner.

But when he steps into the kitchen with a big smile on his face, hugging her close, the plan goes out the window.

“Takaomi,” she murmurs into his chest as she relaxes under his tight embrace. Dinner is ready to be served, she should move away to serve, but when she does his eyes catch hers and she finds herself biting her lip before the words spill out. “I’m pregnant.”

He stares at her, arms further tightening around her. Has he forgotten how to breathe? She waits patiently, letting her own arms loop up around his neck. She steps up on her tip-toes and presses her forehead against his, closing her eyes as she hears him exhale slowly. When she lands back on her feet a moment later, he’s smiling. A genuine smile, though his eyes are wide and watery from both worry and joy.

“Really?” He asks, just to be sure. She takes out the scan from her pocket and gently hands it to him. He touches it, then touches her stomach. “How, how far along?”

“11 weeks,” she tells him, hoping he won’t think about the dangerous missions she’s been on recently. “I have a pretty good idea of when…”

His eyes darkened, remembering immediately what she was referring to.

An early Sunday morning.

Sunlight filtering in through the windows.

A quiet, sleepy warmth shared between them.

A moment where they gave to each other honestly without reserve.

She presses a hand over his, which is placed on top of her stomach. “I want this with you,” she says, looking at him. Reassuring him. She can sense the underlying anxiety that’s fighting with the excitement and happiness in his eyes.

“I want this too,” he replies, flipping his hand so he’s threading their fingers tightly together. “I want Noa to be a big brother.”

“Me too,” she smiles as the scent of the stir-fry overcooking catches her nose. “Dinner!”

She dashes to turn off the stovetop, sighing at the blackened stir-fry mess in the pan. He comes up behind her, wrapping his arms around her middle with his head resting on top of her own.

“Let’s get take out. Any cravings yet?”

“Actually,” she spins to face him again. “I actually really liked the wasabi KitKat earlier. I’ve been infected with your weird tastes thanks to this baby!”

The widest grin expands across his face, pure delight radiating off of him as he laughs out loud.

“There was never any doubt this baby was mine,” he says, teasing, “but this just confirms it. I’ll buy out the shelf if you want more wasabi KitKats.”

“I don’t want them, the baby does!” She protests, pouting. A small, soft kiss makes it disappear a second later. “Are you happy?”

“I’m thrilled,” he says, the sincerity in his voice clear as a bell. “You’re banned from missions. Desk duty until maternity leave,” he adds a second later. “You’re my Little Hare carrying my baby bunny after all. Say,” he lifts an eyebrow playfully. “If it’s a girl what about the name Usagi?”

“I’m not naming my daughter after Sailor Moon,” she replies, though she’s sure he could probably charm her into agreeing when he gives her that particular smile of his that's on his face. “Besides it could be a boy.”

“I think it's a girl,” Tsugaru confidently says. “Usagi, your daddy can’t wait to meet you!” He takes her by the hand, tugging her to the sofa in the living room. “Usagi are you hungry for daddy’s favorite food?”

“No, she’s not! We want pizza. With pepperoni and cheese! With a bit of onion.”

“I’ll order the works,” Tsugaru promises, phone in hand. “Anything for my special girls.”

“We could be having a boy,” she reminds him, though she feels like he’s probably going to be right. He always is.

There’s a lot still they need to talk about and decide; telling Shirogane, moving into a new place, getting married and adopting Noa, and eventually telling the office about the pregnancy. There’s the part of his heart that’s afraid too, which will need extra love and reassurance as the pregnancy proceeds.

But as they sit close together, she relaxes as his head rests next to her stomach, still flat, as he talks to the baby, cooing “Usagiiiii!” Her hands' thread through his hair, happy.

[roominthecastle]

A definition not found in the dictionary Not-leaving: An act of trust and love. (- Markus Zusak)

[stergeon]

Rating: Mature (Graphic depictions of violence. See tags and chapter end notes for content warnings)

Category: Gen, F/F

Fandoms: Fire Emblem: Three Houses

Characters: Edelgard von Hresvelg

Relationships: Edelgard von Hresvelg & Hubert von Vestra, Edelgard von Hresvelg/F!Byleth

Words: 4.2k (20k completed)

Chapters: 2/8 (Updates M-W-F with 2 chapters per update)

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It is the summer of Imperial Year 1183. It has been two years since the war with the Church of Seiros began, two years since Byleth Eisner disappeared in the Battle of Garreg Mach, and one year since the death of Emperor Emeritus Ionius IX.

For the first time since her father's death, Emperor Edelgard von Hresvelg has returned to the palace in the Adrestian capital of Enbarr. In the aftermath of a nightmare, Edelgard reflects on her homecoming, her identity, and the people and events that have shaped the course of her life.

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please read the tags and check the content warnings in the chapter end notes. this story extensively discusses the traumatic events that have influenced edelgard's character and, as such, deals with very heavy topics. feel free to reach out if there are additional tags or content warnings i should add (comments/critique are also welcome!).

this story would not exist without @arrow44 who very kindly beta read it. check out their work on ao3!

[resizura]

what IS the appeal to soulmate tropes

[good-beanswrites]

Fe Aspec Week Day 4: Platonic Intimacy

I started writing out a drabble about last year's platonic intimacy art, but as I wrote it actually became more focused on a previous converstion they would've had. (This fits into the intricately crafted Frobin slow burn fic in my head that will probably never make it to the page, but) this takes place on the voyage to Valm after recruiting Morgan/some of the children

Sailors often speak about the silence and stillness of the sea on a peaceful night. How it stretches for miles under the huge, round moon. The Shepherds hardly noticed any of that as the party on the ship’s deck grew more lively. Voices rose up into the night, some following along with Olivia’s song, but most just wildly cheering the dancers on. 

Lanterns spilled their light in flickering patterns across the deck. Armor and helmets had been shed in favor of light clothes and bare feet. Between the sailors and soldiers onboard, there was a small band carrying the jaunty melody with the help of their citterns and flutes and tambourines. 

Though several royals and nobles spun around the deck, this certainly wasn’t the proper dancing of the court. It was filled with rhythmic jumping and spinning and lifting and swinging one another. They weren’t strung along by a set of steps; they were driven forward with the music and rowdy calls of the onlookers. 

Robin was in no way an onlooker. She whirled around the deck, her bare feet sending her flying around her comrades. She tipped her head back and laughed along with the others– it had been so long since she’d laughed like that. She looked to where Frederick leaned against one of the ship’s rails. It was one of the extremely rare occasions Robin saw him without his heavy armor plating. It must have taken an immense amount of persuasion to get him out on deck with simple clothes, though his lance did still rest within arm’s reach. He nodded to Robin as they met eyes. He made a movement towards the group dancing.

The memory of the previous night’s conversation hung in her mind, and she returned the smile.

—

There had been no moon, then. Clouds hid any sign of lights from the heavens, though thankfully it carried no threat of a storm.

Some strange tension had grown between Robin and Frederick, though she was confused as to where it stemmed from. They had been growing closer as the war continued. Neither of them spoke the words out loud, but it was clear to all that their bond had become something more than comrades – something more than friends. There had been brief late-night confessions and delirious commitments in the whirlwind of the war, and they knew the path they were headed for. 

And then all his warmth had vanished with the arrival of Morgan. Meeting the young man had been the best day of Robin’s life. Though there were some years missing in the middle, she had felt a mothers’ love and pride like she never had before in her chest. And Frederick, who the group had went ahead and introduced as Morgan’s father, became distant to both of them. His treatment of Robin bordered his attitude when the pair had first met: it was as if he was always waiting for a grand betrayal from her. 

But she was a clever woman (she was appointed tactician for a reason, after all), and had some guesses to the source of his behavior. Morgan had no memories of his father. Frederick may worry that he had suffered an early death in the future. Or perhaps he worried that he was an absent father. Robin knew the latter could never happen, and she was determined the first would never come to pass. 

Now that they weren’t running from battle to battle, she hoped to confront him about it. The voyage had been peaceful. That night was especially quiet, and the pair stood at the front of the deck by themselves. 

“Chrom wants to hold a party tomorrow evening,” she said, hoping to break the tension with something easy. 

“We should be preparing for the ordeals of Valm, not letting our guard down with nights of drink and desire.” His voice was cold. 

Robin’s smile wavered, but she pressed on. “I think it’s a good idea to keep up morale. Everyone has been exhausted of late. It will benefit them on the battlefield to lift their spirits while they can.”

Frederick continued staring out at the sea in silence. 

“In fact, I had hoped to request one dance with you. I’ve seen how strict you are with footwork during drills, I take it you’ll be winning all the hearts as the most in-time dancer out there.”

“I shall have to decline. I am not as eager as you may think to loosen up like that.”

“I’ve seen you plenty loose on the battlefield! If you’re worried that I’m the clumsy one, I can assure you I’ve made a living off of predicting others’ movements. Your toes are in no danger.”

“Why don’t you dance with Stahl?” He blurted. “Or perhaps Vaike, he’s taken quite the shining to you.” The comments were meant to sting, but they sounded resigned to Robin’s trained ear. 

“I don’t wish to dance with either of them,” she said carefully. “I wish to dance with you.”

“I shall sorely disappoint you, milady.”

“You do not want to dance with me?”

“You would be happier with another. They are far better at it than I. You both would enjoy it more than I should.”

Robin couldn’t tell when exactly they had stopped talking about dancing.  

“I would be no happier, I can assure you. Frederick,” she placed her hand lightly on his arm, though he was still shielded by layers of armor. “You are not the jealous type. What is this really about?”

“Indeed, this is not jealousy. It is the simple truth. You will dance with someone else. It’s already set in stone.”

Robin’s head spun with the roundabout speech, trying to find the source of his analogy. “Does this  have something to do with Morgan? Do you… not want children?”

“I… I would love children, milady. But I do not want to have children.” He shifted uncomfortably. “I have known for a long time I would never have any. And so you need not lie to me any longer. I’m certain whoever you meet who gives you Morgan will be perfect for you. But there’s no reason for us to drag this little affair out any longer than need be.”

He turned to leave. Robin hooked her finger around a corner of his gauntlets and pulled him back. 

He glared. Then she began to giggle. It turned to full-on laughter. Frederick bristled, confused.

“That’s what all this is about?” She sucked in a breath. “My, sometimes you surprise me with how dim-witted you can be.”

“E-excuse me?”

“Freddy bear,” she knew he hated the nickname, but the relief washing over her caused it to slip out. They were going to be alright. “Have I not mentioned that I share the same attitude about having children?”

“What does that matter, if your son is standing right here before us?”

“And do you really believe I’d dare burden any children with a bloodline like this?” She held up her hand, marked with those cursed eyes. Then she took Frederick’s hand in it. “Morgan is adopted. He knows that. I… assumed you knew that as well.”

His eyes had widened in shock. “He… You mean, we…” His gaze lowered in a combination of relief and shame. Robin pulled him into an awkward hug, his armor clanking. 

“Oh Frederick… all this time, you were so hurt. You truly thought I would run off with someone else after everything we’ve been through?” She allowed herself one more laugh. “With Vaike, of all people?”

This made him smile weakly. “I’m terribly sorry, milady. Things happened so quickly, I never stopped to question the conclusions I leapt to.” 

“I wish I could have spoken to you about all this earlier.”

“No, I should have trusted you.”

“Eh,” she nudged him playfully. “It’s not the first time for that.” 

—

The musicians called for another song, something joyful and silly that all the Shepherds knew by heart. The group dispersed across the deck. Though it came with an initial show of exasperation, Frederick joined Robin in the center of the ship. 

Their conversation the previous night had continued into the late hours, finally addressing many things that they were afraid of leaving unsaid now. But now, neither needed to say anything. Just as they could communicate wordlessly on the battlefield, they understood each other as they danced.

Between Frederick’s perfected physical control and Robin’s eye for the next step, the pair took control of the song. Though they weren’t as mesmerizing as Olivia or her son, their perfect synchronization earned them hollers from nearby partiers. They wove around each other. They swung and pulled and turned. Frederick lifted Robin into the air. She pulled him close. 

Though they had the same thrill of a good fight, neither felt the familiar tension of war – they sang along with the Ylissean melody. Frederick’s stoic expression had broken into a wide grin. And when Morgan appeared from the crowd to cheer them on, he only smiled wider.

[larkoneironaut]

Sneak peek of the character sheet for my special girl Elikai Vidis from my Din Djarin romance fic 🪐 It will include her full outfit, her inventory, the title of the fic, a short plot summary & a few facts about her 🖤 So excited to share it all when my fic is finished!

I’m currently in the middle of writing chapter 6! It’s going well but a bit slow, tbh, I hope I have more energy soon to properly write more than just a few sentences a day 🤞🏽There will be about 20-25 chapters, it will be slow-burn because that’s my thing and an adventure! 🏝️🏜️🗻

I’m also working on two more drawings with Elikai, one together with Din and one when she was younger on her home planet! She’s 30 in the fic and that drawing will show her happy unbothered 20-year-old self 🥹 I will post these drawings when they are finished!

[bowlofmeat]

I mean there’s nothing in canon that disproves that the Core is super goofy. so why not

...

In Amphibia episode "the Beginning of the End" Darcy captures Anne and others and intends to "do what [Andrias] could not: kill Anne." This is easily the scariest Darcymoment to me, because of the ease of which Darcy does that and because Darcy makes this face:

This is not a Marcy expression. This is about as far from Marcy as you could possibly get. Marcy would never make this expression in this context. Why?

Well, know that Darcy has all of Marcy's memories. Marcy has known Anne since they were toddlers, and they hung out after school every day. She probably knew Anne's favorite foods and Anne's favorite color. They probably watched movies together, huddled under a blanket with moonlight streaming in from the window. Do you know what it takes to know all of that and still wear this expression? You'd have to be a special kind of fucked up to do that, and I don't believe that Marcy is that fucked up.

So. This image would singlehandedly convince me that Darcy really, really, isn't Marcy, and isn't influenced by Marcy in this way at least. Because if Marcy had any amount of say in this - the Core wouldn't be able to kill Anne. At least not with this expression.

Sidenote I actually kinda like that Marcy is completely powerless in controlling Darcy's actions. It makes her slapping away Aldrich's hand all the more meaningful because Aldrich takes away everything afterwards, leaves her in a dark room with nothing, just herself, some lonely little girl in her school uniform and not Marcy the chief ranger of the Newtopian Knight Guard. And she still rejects him.

Anyway. Where does Darcy's quirkyness come from? Well, Darcy says it might've "inherited some of [Marcy's] quirks" but it clearly doesn't get influenced that much from Marcy (see the above). From what I can identify "inherited some of her quirks" might mean that ol' Darce here enjoys Marcy's favorite foods more and falls over a bunch. I can't say anything conclusive on like, personality changes because the Core doesn't have a canon personality that isn't Darcy to compare and contrast to, which is honestly such a shame.

But. There is one thing the Core does when it has yet to become Aldrich-as-the-Core or Darcy-as-the-Core. And that is this:

It gets really close to people just to mess with their heads. This is a consistent character trait displayed both as the Core and as Darcy. This does imply that it has a consistent personality.

Besides, the Core literally named itself “Dark Marcy” because “the name appeals to us,” implying that that thing is canon goofy I refuse to believe otherwise!!

EDIT: Also the Core's first reaction to meeting Marcy is to demand Andrias kill her. Immediately. It's first reactions as Darcy to meeting Anne is to 1. mock her, 2. declare the rebellion over, 3. fecking kill her!? That's a very short path to killing, displayed both as the Core and as Darcy. Darcy is extremely hardcore and has no chill dot png.

Again, the Core doesn't have much of a personality, so I'm afraid the analysis has to end here. Sorry guys.

also this consistent character trait

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

Whumpay Day 28: "I'm about to pass out"

during Unruhe | @today-in-fic @whumpay2022

Scully wavers as she exits Schnauz's trailer, the clear sunlight sending what feels like a red-hot spike through her skull. Would an icepick through the eye have felt like this? It's the side affects, aftereffects, of the mishmash of medications Gerry had given her; a bone-deep ache and waves of dizziness washing over her. She looks at the ground, tries to steady herself.

"Are you okay?" Mulder asks, suddenly at her side, and she can't deny that she's grateful. Her heart is still pounding with fading terror, and the way he touches her waist reflects the same in him.

She starts to shake her head, but winces at the pain and instead just utters a small, "No." She's not alright. She wants to sleep until the drugs are out of her system, but isn't sure that's safe. She wants to not be afraid anymore.

Mulder leans down so he can see her face and she can't help but relax; he's blocking the light and easing some of her pain. On the other hand, it only makes her more aware of how shaky and dizzy she is. "You should get checked by the paramedics," he says carefully, like he thinks she'll argue. She tries to take a step, though in what direction she isn't sure, but has to catch herself against his shoulder.

"Mulder," she whispers, suddenly feeling very small, "I think I'm about to pass out."

The last thing she registers as the dizziness and drug-induced exhaustion take her over is Mulder's arms coming around her to break her fall. The first thing she registers a few minutes later, coming to with a paramedic checking her over, is also Mulder, his lips pressed to the top of her head and one hand stroking up and down across her back. He's still holding her, and she can't help but be grateful, for both their sakes.

She'd heard the desperation in his voice screaming her name earlier, when they'd both thought he would be too late to save her, and she hears the gentleness now as he whispers I've got you into her hair, and for the first time, she realizes he might love her.

[sophiie2000]

Hey!

Sooo this is my first post! I only started using Tumblr recently and that was to simply read posts by other otome fans!

I really enjoyed reading other's fanfics that it made me start to want to write my own, originally because I was too shy to reach out to any of the bloggers and put in any requests in case I was the only one who found my ideas interesting!

A bit about me, I first played the old school shall we date otome games when I was younger. In the last couple of years I started playing the voltage games on the Love 365 app, the Ikeman series and Tears of Themis.

My personal Voltage favourites are Masquerade Kiss (Kazuomi), KBTBB (Eisuke), Irresistible Mistakes (Toma), Oops I said Yes (Kunihiro), Romance MD (Takado), and Her love in the force (Kaga).

If somehow someone actually see's this blog and wants to talk about any stories or opinions I'd love too!

I'm part way through my own fic at the moment, which I have quite enjoyed writing! However, it definitely isn't as well written as those I've enjoyed reading so far! Who knows, maybe I'll be brave and actually post some of my own fics in the future!

[chloefraazers]

sometimes i’m sad i never got to finish stuck au before burning shores came out… i just dunno how to go back to it now tho… sigh.

[theohnocorral]

"be nice to me" Not OSHA approved

Ssoooooooo, I have an AU idea. Basically reader is a overnight freight worker at the Plex they run the receiving department for all the merch that comes in as well as the stuff ordered to repair the building or the animatronics. Basically like a warehouse manager. But they're like the worst employee ever in terms of safety. This idiot is climbing scaffolding, will not wear the PPE, they're like OSHA's worst nightmare. And Moon being the night guard(and a daycare attendant) takes this personally.

This is just wrote for some practice, I was listening to be nice to me by the front bottoms and wanted to try to work the lyrics into a writing piece. This would happen way later in the AU.

"you did that on purpose." He tries to grab your chin to look at the bruising on your face. But you jerk your chin in the other direction.

"what's it matter? Hardly hurt at all." That's not true at all, you'd picked a fight you knew you'd loose. But if he believes the lies you tell that's his problem.

"of course it matters." His hand moves from where it was in the air to your shoulder. The weight of it might as well be a boulder. You wonder if the emotional weight of this moment would be enough to crack your collar bones.

"why won't you talk to me?" You want to. You want to tell him. "You're changing you know."

His voice is kind of driving you insane right now. Changing. Right. This is so unfair. This whole situation, he can never understand, not really, what it's like out there, what it's like for you. He's all you have in this moment, a flash light in a blackout. It might work out fine, but youre always running out of time.

"I didn't know I had to stay the same. I'd love to tell the story, but I can't remember how it went." There's a little bit of laugh left in your voice.

You hop off the desk. You think he's changing too, he doesn't follow you out of the daycare like he might have before. You don't want him to stay the same anyway. But maybe that's part of the problem. He's asking something of you and you just lack the ability to reciprocate.

You turn before you close the door, you want to smile, something, show some emotion but your eyes won't wet. What's it matter anymore?

"well Moon, if that's all for tonight, I think I'm going to clock out. I'll be back." He stays where he is. There's very little left of you and it's not coming back.

"never did like liars." He hisses. Turning a little away from you and that's different too. "Against the rules."

"what's it matter? There's no meaning to words anyway." You've run out of time again. You walk out of the daycare and out of the building. You'll be back, that's just how it is. Whether or not you'll actually talk about it is something else entirely.