#the puppies. they yearn for the soup

[pawbeanies]

ughhh i would love to swallow something THICK and WARM and CREAMY and TASTY right now (guy who is craving soup)

[wifiwuxians]

happy mid-autumn festival!!! i hope it's a day of good fortune and reunion for everyone! i yearn for the day in which i am able to eat a mooncake.

much to my chagrin this drawing appears very different on desktop and on mobile but oh well. i think i'll take a crack at writing an ID for this one, just because there are a few characters! including xunyang 83 everyone else is offscreen lol but they're there i promise

[ID: a scene depicting a moonlit picnic to mark the start of mid-autumn festival, featuring several characters from MDZS, as well as two of the artist's own characters from a fic titled Dawn Chorus. in the bottom left corner sit Wen Zhuliu, Wang Lingjiao, Mo Xuanyu and Wen Chao. they are conversing pleasantly. the bottom right corner hosts Jiang Yanli, Jiang Cheng, Jin Zixuan and Jin Ling, alongside a puppy version of Fairy. Jiang Yanli has brought her famous soup, as well as some spring rolls. Jin Ling is lying down and holding a lantern as his mother strokes his back. Jin Zixuan has a loving arm around his wife's torso. behind them, Jiang Cheng is attempting to wrangle Fairy and keep her from eating their food. above and to the left sit the Dawn Chorus characters Wen Xun and the fic-specific version of Xue Yang, who has his arm around him as he laughs. they've brought wine. in Xue Yang's lap sits an infant, Hexie, who is reaching out to a fruit gleefully offered to them by Standard Edition Xue Yang, who is sitting a bit ahead with A-Qing, Xiao Xingchen and Song Lan, who smile at the scene while drinking tea and eating. they've brought a platter of crab. to the right of them sit Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji, who are happily holding Lan Sizhui between them. their snack is watermelon. behind them, just arriving, are Mianmian, who is carrying her daughter in her arms, and her husband, who is carrying their lantern and food. behind them is Wen Qing, who is calling out to Wen Ning, who is rushing up to her with a smile and a box in his hands. the corner of a blanket in the top left and the top of someone's head in the bottom right suggest there are more people at the gathering. a few white flowers bloom on the grass everyone sits on, predominantly around Wen Xun. every picnic blanket has mooncakes, and most characters brought lanterns. many other lanterns are seen floating by and up into the sky, towards the full moon. the atmosphere is friendly and lighthearted. /end ID]

[tetralea]

4) “Let me draw you a bath.”  Charles/max hope you feel betterrr as soon as possible 💗

Thank you! I’m on it, talking all the meds and “ancient remedies” haha I don’t sneeze 100 times a day now which is a huge relief lol

Anyway lestappen bath headcanon for you 🥰

Charles gets sick

It’s nothing serious but they were in Belgium and the weather was less than kind to the teams, he got soaked during the weekend and now he ended up with a small cold

He will survive but feels the need to be extra dramatic about it

He likes sometimes some extra pampering, and not like Max, now his husband wouldn’t spoil him with small gestures and all of his attention whenever he can, Charles is sick and he swears hugs and cuddles are the cure to whatever he has

So when they are back in Monaco, Max stays with him until he gets better. True to his words he shows up later with some fruits, tea, food for mainly himself, instants soup packages and vitamins

Charles is snuggled up on the couch surrounded with many used tissues, dirty mugs and wrapped in a fuzzy blanket, looking at Max with soft, agonising eyes as he tries to breathe trough his nose still unsuccessfully

“I hate this” he mumbled and his voice a bit funny, distorted by the cold, his perfect cupid bow lips pouting, one hand peaking out of the blanket, trying to reach for Max

He can’t help it, but think how endearing Charles looks like this, all soft and resembling to a sad puppy. He sighs and sits to the couch, pulling his husband into a hug. Charles sniffs a little, before speaking: “I can’t feel your scent, that always makes me feel better.” He states with another pout and Max can’t stop himself from kissing it away.

“I know, baby.” He kisses the cool forehead, and Charles doesn’t have fever, not even a high temperature which is good. “How about a bath?” He asks, and the sick ridden green eyes lit up for a moment. “I’ll draw you a bath and that will help you breathe a little.” He pecks the chapped lips once again, trying to ignore the painful whine as he stands up to go to the bathroom. God, sick Charles can be dramatic.

Soon he returned and seeing Charles dozed off on the couch he walks to the kitchen, unpacking some of the stuff, preparing something he knew he could, which would also fill Charles with vitamins and would make him feel loved and cared for.

In a few minutes he checks on the bath, and Charles seems like he is up. “Bath is ready.” He mumbles as he leans down pressing a soft kiss onto the brown hair. “I also made you something.” He chuckles.

Charles gets up and drags the whole fluffy blanket with him, like a dramatic queen trough the house into the bedroom. He lets himself be peeled from the thick layers and his clothes too. Max is gentle and his soothing touch on his sensitive skin makes him forget his sickness for a few seconds. It feels good. The air is humid and he can breathe easier, he is leaning to Max’s bare chest and the strong arms embracing him from behind. “I love you, you know that?” Max murmures into his neck, kissing softly the freckled skin. Charles hums, and turns, collecting all his strength not to kiss his husband even if his all being is yearning for it. “I love you too. Thank you for taking care of me.”

Max helps him into the bath, metal catches on the ceramic as Charles grabs onto the edge of it was to support himself, and Max’s heart flutters. He is still not used to the fact that he married Charles, that Charles married him, that whenever the other grabs the shifting gear in the car the ring clicks on the metal and his heart skips, or when they are holding hands he can move his pinky and touch the smooth metal of Charles’ wedding band, or whenever he feels insecure or just needs a bit more strength he can touch his own, reminding himself of his husband, their bond and love.

Max gets into the bath too, pulling the fruit salad with himself and Charles gasps. “That looks great.” He leans against Max’s torso, relaxes into the warm water and suddenly he feels so much better, the humidity helping his throat and his nose to feel better. The fruits taste great even if he can’t feel it completely, but Max is feeding him and his heart feels so full he wants to scream, but instead he sinks deeper into the water, one arm reaching back circling around Max’s neck and he nestles his face against the strong neck, inhaling deeply.

When all the fruit is gone, Charles falls asleep quickly and Max’s laughs a little, letting his little, sick husband rest and heal.

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Updated 1/7/23

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❀ Angst + Fluff ❀

◘ Panic Attack ◘

◘ Prompt: Unexpected Pregnant (1) ◘

◘ Prompt: Cover Blown ◘

◘ Prompt: A One Night Stand ◘

◘ Prompt: Unexpected Pregnancy (2) ◘ 

◘ Prompt: Coma ◘

◘ Prompt: Wounds ◘ TW: Self-Harm

◘ Land of Gold ◘ TW: Attempted Sexual Assault

◘ Birth ◘

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❀Angst❀

◘ Prompt: Assault ◘ TW: Domestic Abuse/Assault

◘ Prompt: Saved ◘  TW: Domestic Abuse/Assault

◘ Prompt: “You weren’t even supposed to be there!” ◘ (Kakashi x formerstudent!reader)

◘ Prompt: “I just need to be alone right now” ◘ (Kakashi x kidnapped!reader)

◘ Prompt: “I can’t sleep at night anymore. I don’t like closing my eyes.” ◘ (ANBU!Kakashi x ANBU!Reader)

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❀Fluff❀

◘ Prompt: “I don’t know what I would’ve done if I had lost you too”  ◘ (Dad!Kakashi)

◘ Prompt: Ugly ◘

◘ Prompt: A Gala ◘

◘ Engagement ◘

◘ Prompt: Wedding Day ◘ 

◘ First Kiss ◘

◘ Puppy Shelter ◘

◘ The Dango Shop ◘ ◘

◘ Cuts and Scrapes, Soaps and Kisses ◘ (Injured!Kakashi)

◘ Paper Lanterns ◘ (Kakashi x Chubby!Reader)

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Kakashi One-Shots w/ No Pairing

◘ Death Comes For Us All ◘ TW: Failed Suicide Attempt

◘ Puppies ◘

◘ Homecoming ◘ AU - Canon Divergence

◘ Father/Daughter ◘

Multi-Chapter Fanfiction

◘ Flowers for A Shinobi ◘ - Ongoing

Kakashi x Original Female Character

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Description:  A quiet life isn't always what we hope it to be. After fleeing her modest-sized village in hopes of finding solitude, Ayame Hasu is able to discover the peace she has searched for as a villager in Konoha. Working diligently in the Yamanaka Flower Shop, she yearns for the period of her life when she was able to use her Saku Kekkei Genkai and work as a shinobi. It is only when a perplexing yet familiar illness sweeps a handful of Konoha's finest Shinobi off their feet that the young Hasu clan member finds herself able to assist. Determined to get to the bottom of this illness, Kakashi Hatake seeks the assistance of the mysterious young Yamanaka Flower Shop worker to aid him in his pursuit. With her knowledge of medicinal flowers and a cryptic past, the pair works hastily to find a cure. As time creeps by them and secrets are revealed, something begins to stir in the Copy-Ninja's soul that had never been touched before.

Chapter One: Irises In The Field

Chapter Two: An Illness

Chapter Three: Wounds

Chapter Four: A Lead

Chapter Five: Dawn

Chapter 6:  Rōtasuagekure: Village Hidden in the Lotus

Chapter 7: Destruction

Chapter 8: Death

Chapter 9: Lotus Art: Iyasu Healing Flower

Chapter 10: A Feeling

Chapter 11: Soup

Chapter 12: A Sprig of Lavender

Chapter 13: Ayame's Resolve

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[thomasxsides]

TS X Sides Weeks Prompts by Day

For those of you participating in Thomas x Sides Weeks 2022, visit the rules here. This is just the prompts. A slash / indicates you have a choice between the listed prompts, parentheses ( ) indicate important notes and/or clarifications. Dates are listed as Month/Day.

Thomceit Week (Thomas x Janus) Jan. 30th - Feb. 5th

1/30 Shedding

1/31 Firsts (open to interpretation: first what? Date? Kiss? Etc?)

2/1 Book Club

2/2 Wine & Chocolate

2/3 Janus’ Birthday

2/4 Bubble Bath/Hot Tub (Jacuzzi, whirlpool, etc)

2/5 Spa Day/Free Day

Pattmas Week (Thomas x Patton) Feb. 6th - Feb. 12th

2/6 Ice Cream (or Froyo, frozen yogurt)

2/7 Animal Shelter/Zoo

2/8 Cookie Dough

2/9 Winter Hike

2/10 Pasta/Pizza

2/11 Super Bowl (open to interpretation: literally the sports game? Bowl of soup/cereal/ice cream? Bowling? Etc?)

2/12 Cuddles/Free Day

RomThom (Thomas x Roman) Week Feb. 13th - Feb. 19th

2/13 Wine & Canvas (activity where you learn/copy a painting and drink wine)

2/14 Valentine’s Day

2/15 Roses/Proposal

2/16 RomCom (romantic comedy film)

2/17 Theatre/Cinema (aka: Stage and screen)

2/18 Cabin Getaway

2/19 Adventure/Free Day

Thomxiety (Thomas x Virgil) Week Feb. 20th - Feb. 26th

2/20 Hoodie

2/21 Makeup (cosmetics)

2/22 Video Games

2/23 Yearning/Blankets

2/24 Cocktails

2/25 Bonfire

2/26 Music/Free Day

Lomas (Thomas x Logan) Week Feb. 27th - Mar. 5th

2/27 Can’t Sleep

2/28 Crofters

3/1 Wedding

3/2 Reading

3/3 Museum/Planetarium

3/4 Blue/Stars

3/5 Chemistry/Free Day

Intrumas (Thomas x Remus) Week Mar. 6th - Mar. 12th

3/6 Skirt

3/7 Smoke

3/8 Rage Room (a controlled entertainment attraction where you break items for fun and catharsis)

3/9 Insecurity

3/10 Horror Films

3/11 Body Worship/Protect (minors do not submit anything nsfw!)

3/12 Blood/Free Day

Thomile (Thomas x Emile Picani) Week Mar. 13th -Mar. 19th

3/13 Pajama Party

3/14 Pi(e) Day

3/15 Sofa (Couch, settee, etc)

3/16 Plushies (stuffed animals)

3/17 Luck (St. Patrick’s Day) 

3/18 Awkward (open to interpretation)

3/19 Laughter/Free Day

Thomsleep (Thomas x Remy AKA Sleep) Week Mar. 20th-Mar. 26th

3/20 LGBTQ+ Bar (club with dancing, perhaps drag performances, etc)

3/21 Pillow Talk

3/22 Drunk Confession

3/23 Selfies/Photographs

3/24 Coffee

3/25 Shopping Mall

3/26 First Argument/Free Day

Polyamders (Thomas x Any 2+ Sides) Week Mar. 27th - Apr. 2nd

3/27 Spring Carnival (fun fair, festival, etc)

3/28 Beach

3/29 Sick Day

3/30 Walk in the Park

3/31 Exploration (open to interpretation, minors do not submit NSFW!)

4/1 Puppies

4/2 Snacks/Free Day

[forbidding-souda]

nsfw alphabet for gundham please? tysm!

NSFW A-Z with Gundham Tanaka

I got you!!! 

Some of them are copy and pasted from past posts bc I’ve done them before

-Mod Souda

A - Aftercare

He has kind hands, ones that can hold you.

His ability to communicate is not the best, but he is willing to take criticism.

Cuddling is still a really weird thing for him. He’s stiff and can’t take the skin on skin contact for more than an hour. 

B - Body part

To touch? He likes to run his fingers up and down your naked back. He feels every curve, every muscle, and lets his index finger trace your spine. With each of your breathes, your ribcage expands, his hands following the rhythm. 

The pain of his fingernails digging into your shoulders with each of his trusts reminds you of the small red lines you still have from the night before - trailing from your shoulder blades down to the curve of your ass.

C - Cum

Okay let me get this one out of my system. But like,,, overstimulating this fucker?? womp womp womp. You have to wrap his hands up so he won’t try to hold onto you. Just watching him squirm is enough. 

But the lewd noises that leave his mouth are all you need to make sure he won’t stop cumming. Even when it’s sensitive, and he’s begging for a break, you won’t stop until he can barely talk anymore. 

By the second time you’ve made him cum, over twenty minutes has passed. He can still hold up his fight. 

Still call you pet names and bite his lips with an anxious laugh. 

But by the fourth, or fifth time, you just smile while listening to his wet ah’s.

D - Dirty secret

He likes smells. Things like slick, cum, sweat, or even your breathe when you pant against his lips. 

The smell of you getting home from a run, where the sporty clothes you wear are so easy to peel off.

E - Experience

Zero. None. Nada. Absolutely none.

Doesn’t even like watching porn or other couples kissing.

He’s like ok *walks away*

Not much of a contact person to this day, too.

F - Favorite position

From behind. Yeahhh.

It helps him with the anxiety, since you can’t see him.

He doesn’t have to worry about you judging him. There’s no need to be self conscious from that angle.

G - Goofy

Not very goofy, and if anything, he takes it surprisingly seriously. He doesn’t think of sex as a fun activity, or something to do to spend time.

H - Hair

I think he cares a lot about the hair on his head to not care about his body hair.

I’m also thinking that he probably doesn’t even have that much.

I - Intimacy

He’s very tense, and a little drawn back. Always clenching his fists and biting his lips. 

Only when he’s overstimulated does he let go of himself fully, letting his tongue fall out of his mouth as his whole body loses all of its battle.

J - Jack off

He hardly ever. Like, it’s such a rare occasion. But he has to be completely isolated. No background noise. Nothing to distract him from himself. 

He makes sure to barricade the door so no one can get in. He likes to masturbate bent over, usually with his shoulders on the bed and the rest of him stiff. With one hand stroking himself, the other hand will grasp the bedsheets in an attempt to release the pleasure somewhere else.

K - Kink

He likes having his hands tied together by his own scarf. To be forced down by something so sentimental to him is almost irresistible.

Humiliation is something that edges him without effort. He gets flustered easily, almost too easily, and it’s something you take advantage of.

L - Location

The guest room, since it does not home his hamsters. He would not want his precious babies watching the lewd actions he does.

M - Motivation

This mf gets turned on just by hearing your shower run. The idea of you being naked, even not in a dirty sense. 

He can’t help but let his mind wonder at it. 

He just loves showering with you. It’s almost the only thing that keeps him going.

He gets turned on the moment the two of you are isolated, and in the situation where you stand right in front of him, putting your hands on his sides. 

The contact is so sexually passive-aggressive. Like you’re holding him in place. Smaller things, like both of your hands on his shoulders, throws him into shock for tiny seconds.

N - No

Any type of animal play. Things like cat ears or the petnames kitten or puppy.

He does not find the idea of animals to be sexy. At all.

O - Oral

Not really a taker or a giver. He doesn’t like the idea of it, and would much prefer using his hands. 

With that, he can dig his face into the crook of your neck as he does.

P - Pace

Very rough, even if it’s unintentional. Even his kisses are rather aggressive. 

He is just a big hunk of a man.

Q - Quickie

No way. None at all, unless he manages to drink Teruteru’s altered soup again.

R - Risk

.. A little.. he likes risk a little bit. He likes the way it makes his heart increase. 

Gives him a high without the touch of others.

Makes him feel a bit empowered whenever the two of you get caught.

S - Stamina

Has a really good stamina, surprisingly. A very powerful man.

Once he starts enjoying himself, it’s hard for him to calm down. He’s obsessed with the way you kiss and the curves of your body. So beautiful to him. All he wants is to grip onto the headboard and kiss all over your collarbones.

T - Toy

Hhhhhhhhhh the first thing that comes to my mind of course is vibrators <3. 

Do I think this man is a bottom? Yes. 

Okay, wait another idea just came to my head. 

Because I don’t think Gundham is a very contact-y sexual person, so what if instead of penetrating his partner himself he just uses a vibrator on them. 

Omg I might be on to something there.

U - Unfair

A bright smile comes to his face whenever he hears you whine against his rough kisses. He is such a tease when he feels confident enough. Your noises fuel him more than anything.

V - Volume

He isn’t loud unless you’re the one taking control of him. Usually, when he’s dominant, he is focused on you, and not himself. But the amount of ah’s that fall from his lips when you play with him is infinite.

W - Wild Card

I’m just gonna use this to say why do people think he’s into pet play ya’ll PLEASE- animals are like his escape route from his horrible childhood why would he be sexually attracted to something animal-related I am HORRIFIED.

X - Xray

HEhehherbejhkrbfkjehw

I feel like his shit is long as hell.

He’s packing ngl.

don’t argue with me because you won’t win

Huge titties huge dick

Y - Yearning

Nah, I don’t think he would go out of his way to seek out sexual things. Kisses are even hard for him to get through at times. Is he touch-starved? Yes. Does he want to be touched? Not all of the time.

Z - Zzzz

More breathless than tired.

Will still get up to feed his animals and make sure they are okay - as if they would get worried that he was gone for so long.

[multific]

Meeting Din Djarin When He Goes to Earth - Headcanons

The way he and Grogu ended up on Earth is when he went to help Cara

They found the weapon the Empire had built, some kind of weird machine, Din wasn’t sure what it can do. But when the weapon was turned against Grogu, he acted quickly getting in front of the Kid.

The next thing he knew, he woke up on a planet he wasn’t familiar with. Only to add to his confusion, he couldn’t see droids, creatures of all kinds, they were all humans.

Humans looked at him with a weird expression whenever he asked a question about the Galaxy.

Din felt lost.

He couldn’t purchase a ship to fly off with. Everyone laughed at him whenever he asked about pointing him to something called, Nasa. But he was sure that wasn’t what he was looking for.

He couldn’t find a way to get back.

He saw the vehicles they used. Four-wheeled machines. To him, they were primitive machines.

The way he met you was when he decided to visit a book store to get to know more about the planet he was one and find a way to get out. You were purchasing a book for a friend of yours and he was the person standing before you. You thought his costume was cool. You never saw anything similar. But the weird robot by his side looked more realistic than it should have for a toy. Especially when it seemed to react to your and reached out. 

“I’m sorry, Sir. But I cannot accept your payment. We don’t take such money here, please go to the change booth so they can exchange your current money. Or I can take your card.” Din was more confused than as a child when he was rescued. 

He had a helmet on, but the confusion was clear for you, so you decided to help him. 

“I’ll pay for him.” you said and since he only had one book, you had no issues. 

“So, you are interested in history, are you a teacher or something?”

“No. I’m a bounty hunter who was quested to return this child to his kind.”

“Ooookay.” you started to slowly back away from him, he was a freak for sure. 

“Thank you very much for your help, here take my coins.” he said handing you two coins. 

“Are you a foreigner?” you thought maybe he just came from a faraway country.

“Something like that.”

“And why are you dressed like this?”

“I am a Mandalorian, we all dress like this.”

“So there are more people like you. Is it a cult or something?” you didn’t know why you kept on asking him, he could be dangerous, but something about him interested you.

The next thing Din knew is that he was sitting in a cafe watching you as you sip on your drink. Grogu sitting beside the two of you, babbling as he asked questions.

“I like your toy. He is very life-like. Did you make it?”

“He is not a toy. I’m not sure what his species are, he’s special.”

“Wait. So he is…alive?”

He didn’t know why, but he told you everything. You seemed like a trustworthy person to him.

And for some weird reason, you believed his story about another galaxy, creatures, planets, droids, and many more. He even told you about the Mandalorians.

“So, you never take the helmet off? Do you cut your own hair then?”

It was a question Din never been asked about. Washing, yes, sleeping, yes, but never about his hair.

It was a lot to wrap your head around, but you managed and even offered your home for him.

“This is called a television. We watch movies and such on it as entertainment.”

“Please promise me you won’t eat all my stuff, not everything that’s shiny or colourfull is a food.” you said looking at the green bean in his arms.

“Shower is that way, I won’t peak I promise.” you pointed him around your place. 

You saw him as this scared, lost puppy who wanted to find a way home. But you weren’t sure how he will find his home. The things he explained to you, they were way more advanced than anything you have ever seen.

You began to form a special connection with the man and Grogu. 

Grogu often slept with you as you were watching your movies while Din was reading his book.

The book was no help.

But when you told him more and more, he enjoyed those nights.

You two sitting on your couch exchanging stories.

While Grogu stayed at your place, sleeping, you two often went out to the store or just in public so he can learn more.

Although he wanted to get back, he was also very interested.

People gave you looks, but you didn’t care.

You just told to the ones that came to take a picture that he liked costumes.

One particular day you left Mando with the shopping cart in the store while you got the last ingredient you will need for your soup.

When you got back to him, you find a group of girls taking pictures and flirting with him, he was very uncomfortable, you could tell.

So, you walked over, claiming to be his girlfriend and getting the girls away from him.

“Please girls, leave my man alone.”

“Is he handsome under all that?” one asked.

That day changed everything.

Din saw you in a different light.

He now understood why Grogu always wanted to be around you, even though he had to understand you had work to do and go to.

You just knew you wanted to go with him.

When or if he finds a way to get back to his old life, you wanted to go with him.

His galaxy sounded much more interesting than your life could ever be on Earth. You wanted to go.

Din wanted to object, wanted to tell you that you needed to stay, stay here where it was safer.

But he was also selfish.

He wanted you by his side, he wanted to be happy with you, show you his world as you showed him yours.

He wanted you on the Crest, help him with the child.

But no matter how selfish he was, he could never ask for you to leave your life behind.

“You are not asking me to go with you. I want to! I have nothing here. No one. I hate my job, all I have is this shitty apartment. I want to see your galaxy.”

“It’s dangerous, Mesh'la.”

“That’s why you will be there. To protect me. Please don’t just leave me here. I care so much for the kid. And I love you.”

After your confession, there was no doubt in his mind that you will go with him.

Love was something he never knew, yet he yearned for.

A clan of his own. A clan of three.

It was Cara who rescued him, opened a portal to get Din and Grogu back.

You were just an addition she wasn’t prepared for but she didn’t mind

Cara immediately liked you.

And there you were finally, in his world, trying to process all the new things that you see.

You had to get used to the droids

All the planets and everything. The creatures, the people.

In his word, he wasn’t considered to be a weirdo.

If anything people looked almost afraid of him.

You thought that leaving your old life behind would be a lot harder, but no. 

Even on the other planet, all you could think of was your Mandalorian and his son.

Soon, you were in the cockpit of his ship, ready to take off and see the start.

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Ahh I came across your page and your writing is amazing! Can I put in a request for a Kylo fic? Something like you two get in a fight and you leave, but it only makes him realize how much he loves you and wants to marry you. You come back and he proposes to you?? 🥰🥰

I’m Busy- Kylo Ren x Reader

A/n: Hello! Thank you for requesting! I am so sorry this took so long for me to finally write too. I hope it’s what you wanted! I’m super glad you think my writing is good! Thank you for the encouragement! :)

Summary: You walk out of Kylos life after one too many nights away.

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It’s been four nights in a row now that Kylo has not returned home. He hasn’t even checked in with you. The quarters are so quiet and cold without him. You understand that with him being supreme leader he has more jobs and work to do, but he should have a second for you.

Where is he? You walk through the vast halls, trying to bring lunch to your boyfriend. You had made one of his favorites, spaghetti. He will never admit it, but he would kill for your homemade cooking.

There he is; standing in one of the conference rooms, looking out the window. “Kylo! I brought spaghetti!” He turns around to peer at you. Why are you getting a vibe that he doesn’t want you here?

“Love?” You stop in your tracks.

“Why are you here?” There is no affection in his voice.

“I brought you lunch. Did you not hear me?”

“I’m busy.”

“Oh come on,” you sigh, “you’ve never been too busy for my cooking.” You move to touch his arm. He flinches and pulls away from you and your heart shatters.

“Go back to your quarters. I am busy.” He turns back around to peer out the window to the loading dock. You can feel the tears welling up, threatening to fall. He is being insufferable. Maker, you’re just so hurt and frustrated.

“Kylo?” A few drops have left your eyes now.

“Why can’t you understand? I am busy!” He is now yelling at you.

You frown as audible sobs can be heard from you.

“You know what?! My quarters? Of course they’re my quarters because you haven’t been in them in four days. You haven’t even asked me a single question in the past four days. I understand that you’re more busy but you should have at least one second to ask me how my day is!” You’re yelling at him back now. He moves back to face you.

“You-”

“No! Listen here SuPreMe LeADer! I have been trying so hard to support you and you are refusing it!” You have to stop to inhale oxygen. Your breath is coming in short gasps, you’re too overwhelmed to control yourself.

“You’re being unbearable.” Kylo jabs at you.

Your jaw drops to the floor. “How dare you! If anyone is unbearable, it is you! I am bringing you lunch as your wonderful girlfriend and you don’t even want me. If you’re too busy for me then I will leave!” He doesn’t even flinch.

“Leave then.” He says it too calmly. Like he doesn’t even care.

“I will! Goodbye! Enjoy your lunch because it is the last you will have from me!” You throw the spaghetti container at him and stomp out the door.

You lock the doors to your quarters and run yourself a shower. Locking the fresher door for extra measure you sit under the hot water. Your heart is pulling to the pit of your stomach and your tears are being washed away by the water.

***

He opens the door to your quarters, after using the force to unlock it. He feels terrible after how he treated you. Knocking on the fresher door he hears a pathetic whimper from you. Steam flows from under the door, however the water is no longer on.

“Go away.” You sound broken. He feels broken.

“Listen-”

“No. I am leaving.” You open the door and grab a packed bag, walking out of the quarters and out of his life. “I hope you find someone who loves you as much as I did.”

He hiccups. All of your pain flowing into him from the force bond you two share.

When he realizes you’re not coming back he falls to his knees. Flicking his lightsaber on he starts to destroy the wall next to your bed. When the damage is enough, he sighs. “I have no time for this.” He mumbles to himself, forcing all his emotion away from his mind.

***

It’s been a month. You have been making friends with some technicians and pilots, trying to fill the gap that Kylo once owned. Smiles are hollow and laughter is just a sound. Kylo has seemingly not been fased. He is still ordering people just as he was before. When you passed him in the hall earlier he paid you no mind.

***

It’s in two months when you are finally starting to get over him. However, Kylo is breaking, his soul is tearing. He never realized how much you did for him. Whenever he sees you laughing he hurts even further. He misses you terribly, he hasn’t been taking care of himself.

He needs you.

***

It’s three months when you don’t even really think about him anymore. You’ve found yourself a wonderful group of friends and you’ve taken a job as a medic.

Kylo yearns everyday for the energy to even get out of bed. You always used to kiss him awake while you served him breakfast. Then you would help dress him before kissing his helmet as he left. Now he just throws on whatever he can find. He finds he has not been eating full meals, you always brought him food. Why did he let you go? You were his everything. You were the reason he got up in the morning.

Then it hits him.

He wants to marry you.

***

“Kylo is requesting you in the west conference room.” A stormtrooper informs you.

“Do you know what he wants?”

“Sorry, no.”

“Oh, okay.” You set down your book. What could he possibly want?

You were finally getting over him.

***

The conference room was filled with candles and rose petals. You stop in your tracks. One end of the table has a nice cloth on it. Culinary is placed in front of two seats. The plates are covered with cloche.

“Oh, Stardust, here.” He gestures to the table. Pulling out your seat for you, he pats the bottom. When you sit down he pushes your chair in.

“Kylo, what is-”

“No, wait. Don’t say anything. Just let me make up for everything.” It's hard to be mad when he gives you puppy dog eyes and when he is being such a gentleman.

He opens the plater and you are met with the most wonderful smelling soup. “I made it.” He seems almost shy when he says it. You hum at him before trying a spoonful. A melody of flavor dances on your tastebuds. You can tell it is a squash soup, but the other ingredients are unknown.

He sits down across from you. But it is now when you realize how terrible he looks. His undereyes are almost black with loss of sleep and his face looks sunken. Has he lost a few pounds?

“Stardust?” His warm brown eyes lock with yours. Pain and tenderness pour out of his soul. “I am so sorry for everything. For yelling and for not spending time with you.” He is starting to tear up. “I was so stupid for letting you go, for taking advantage of your kindness. I can’t live without you. I realized how much you do for me and how little I do for you. I am so sorry.”

He takes your palm into his. “Please, Stardust, let me try again.”

“Oh Kylo.” You sigh. “You hurt me so bad. You can’t just say sorry and hope it gets better.”

“I know! I have a plan. I will cook dinner every night when I am home and there will be designated hours for us to spend time together. But please, give me a shot. I love you.”

You ponder his options. For a couple minutes before saying, “Well, okay. But you have to promise to listen to me. And you have to make an effort to come home to me.”

He gets up and you think he is going to hug you. But then, he gets on one knee.

Your world stops.

“Stardust, over these past months I have realized how wonderful you are and how much you mean to me. I am so happy when you are in my arms and I fell apart when you left.” He pulls a box from his pocket and opens it. It is a simple silver band with diamonds but the gem in the middle is a red crystal. You could recognize that gem anywhere. It is a part of his kyber crystal from his lightsaber. You hiccup and put a hand over your mouth, trying to conceal your sobs.

“Will you make me the happiest man and be my empress? You can rule the universe alongside me.” He is filled with passion as he asks.

Maker, how could you deny this puppy of a man any longer. You already feel so much better than you have in the past months.

“Yes.” Jumping into his arms, he wraps himself around you. He takes your hand and places the ring on your finger.

“Thank you for giving me a chance when no one else would.”

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Anyway, I hope this is what you were looking for! Thanks again for requesting!

Love, Lordy.

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@reigningsniper​ wrote a beautiful ask:

She'd left in the thick of darkness - the only train available on such short notice early that next morning. Rebecca had enough going on with her family, so Riza made the decision to take a long weekend to travel, help out as best she could. Lord knows she has enough days to take, and little could convince her to use them.

Roy didn't seem particularly eager to let her go. She couldn't recall the last time they'd been separated for so long. He'd made it clear that he wasn't overly fond of the idea, sticking by her side like a lovelorn puppy. As if she didn't provide enough attention when he so subtly requested it any other time. But he knew Rebecca could use a friend, and he had too many commitments that he couldn't come along. Not without making a lot of officials mad - and a setback could wreck their timeline.

He'd slept soundly, snoring softly as he draped an arm over her torso once they'd settled into bed. She couldn't sleep. Not because she didn't want to, or that she was really so stressed by what she faced by traveling back east. Just a strange swirling in her stomach, taking a weekend off, and leaving Roy behind entirely while she did it. There'd be work, plenty of it, but it wasn't their work.

Teeth worry at her lip. Hayate's curled up by her packed suitcase as he always does the night before she has to leave. Gaze flits between him, to Roy, peacefully sleeping at her side, and back, and forth...

To her nightstand, with pen and pad placed. For shopping lists, reminders, ideas.

She plucks it from the chestnut finish and writes.

When she leaves in the next morning, Roy doesn't utter much more than a few yearning pleas for the train to magically not leave for another few hours, for her to stay in bed. It's too early, no coffee. Even the sun refuses to peak above the horizon one bit. But he deposits her into the scheduled car he'd called the night before, and acquiesces to return to bed before he absolutely has to be up to get to Command. She doubts he notices anything when he gets back up into the flat. Straight to bed, for an hour or two more of sleep. She promises to call that night, and to send a telegram once she's arrived at the station.

Roy -

I can't recall the last time we were apart in such circumstances. The closest I could think of the weekends when we were young, when you were studying under my father, and would return to Chris. Sometimes for holidays, sometimes for longer when she needed you there. Our upbringings couldn't have been more different. You were surrounded by her girls, immersed in so many things, around so many people, provided countless experiences I'm sure you've only begun to share.

You've been my family even before this step we've taken together. Even when I still lived in East Cliff, while my father was still alive - we weren't a family. Not in the ways it needed to be, not in the way it mattered. If I'd learned anything through you and Maes, our chaotic bunch of a team, was that blood could go to hell. He might have been my father, but he didn't treat me like a daughter. He did once, but those times are so long gone I barely remember any of it. Blood can get you in the door, but you need to prove yourself worthy of keeping the relationship.

You didn't care. You didn't care about the timid girl who tiptoed around you those first few months, bringing you tea and meager servings of soup and other things that I managed to scrape together with the rationed food that once sufficed for two, but was going towards three. Even when we had misunderstandings due to tone or interpretation, we fumbled through it. We began to understand our perspectives, what we needed. What we liked and didn't like. That we needed each other in that unfortunately empty house.

You didn't care when we came out of Ishval and I'd put a wall back between us. Not the same, but it still felt like we were back to some semblance of square one. Figuring out how to speak, how to look at each other, how to help each other, how others looked at us. What they said, whether it was true or not, whether to let it linger and influence us. Whether it was useful to, or if it was a distraction. People had a lot to say in those days. They still do, now.

This life we've led has been loaded with missteps, ignorance. It might have come from a place of good intent, but the fact that both of us can look back honestly, understand what we could face down the line because of it, and still keep moving forward is irreplaceable to me.

You're irreplaceable to me.

I love you, and I'll see you when I get back in a few days.

Try not to smother Hayate too much while I'm away.

His mind, all logic and reason with its cited sources, told him he needn’t worry. They didn’t always coexist in the same place, much less the same building and rooms. Both of them had various duties to attend to, and they did not always overlap. He could not always be at her side and vice versa, not with the sheer amount of commitments they both had to their work and loved ones. Rebecca could use a friend, and he refused to deprive her of the person best suited for that position. There was no need to be worried in the slightest.

Yet, his heart did not care for those citations. He stayed by her side as if she’d disappear the second he looked away. She wouldn’t, of course, but he did not want to take that chance. They spent too many years keeping one another at a safe and professional distance for the sake of their goals, using their ranks in place of their names. Only now could he call her Riza, her name the beginning of a melody he never wanted to stop listening to. No other song could make up for her absence.

He slept soundly when she lied next to him. In one minute, he cuddled up next to her, whispering a short goodnight, and, in the next, he fell asleep with one arm protectively draped over her torso. When did this habit start? Perhaps when they both needed to stay in the hospital after the Promised Day. Without his eyes, he needed to know where she was, and that she was safe, at all times. No, the habit started well before that day. When it was the three of them crammed together in his State Alchemist tent, he learned he slept better with his loved ones close by.

After all, there was no guarantee he’d have them again the following night.

The next morning, he woke only to say goodbye. They both knew his pleas for her to stay were anything but serious. Sorrowful eyes watched her get out of bed as he tried to come up with reasons for her to stay. Alas, when the car he called for the night before arrived, he let her go. She promised him she’d call later, and she will send a telegram once she reached her destination. Knowing she always kept her word, he gave her a quiet goodbye and watched the car drive off. Once she was out of his sight, he returned inside.

Going back to sleep seemed pointless. While he still rubbed the tiredness from his eyes, he chose against trying to get comfortable in bed again. Instead, he followed part of his morning routine, albeit earlier than usual: started a pot of coffee, made himself a small breakfast, and prepared Hayate’s first meal of the day. None of that took a tremendous amount of time, and the smell of freshly brewed coffee did help him wake up more. Now, all he needed to do was shower, dress for work, and consider whether or not he should bring Hayate with him.

The pad of paper on Riza’s nightstand changed those plans. From the looks of it, she wrote something before she left---instructions for Hayate, perhaps? As he drew closer, a calloused hand sliding along chestnut to pick up the paper, onyx eyes quickly understood it was not instructions for the dog, nor was it a list of errands he needed to run or reminders for work. When did she have time to write a letter? Had she... last night, perhaps. They both often struggled with sleep, and she chose not to wake him. She wrote to him instead.

Roy sat down on the bed to read as the outside world faded and became superfluous. All that currently existed was this bedroom, the sound of paws against wooden floors approaching him for attention, and her words on paper. Her handwriting always differed from the scrawl he used to take notes, and he found himself mentally tracing over each word. A faint smile sat on his lips as his free hand gave Hayate scratches. He must’ve known his favorite human still lingered here. If Roy listened carefully, he could hear her voice instead of his own when he read.

Memories between them often had a bittersweet taste to them. When he recalled how old floors barely creaked when a young girl walked along them, he kept his smile. No, he hadn’t cared for how she tried to tiptoe around him, determined to try and make a friend out of her not just out of politeness, but because she seemed like a genuinely good person. He was right in that aspect, of course, hence why his smile fell when he remembered seeing her in Ishval for the first time. That war soaked up so much of the good from her by the time their eyes met again. She, he, and Maes all had the same eyes that belonged to killers.

No more youthful idealism or childish notions of changing the world. But, while hell lived and breathed around them, he kept her and Maes close. To him, family always had little to do with blood and more to do with the people one chose to keep in their lives. He had his many sisters and aunts, yes, and he loved them dearly. However, the two who stayed by his side before, during, and after the war kept him alive. Sometimes with food or water, other times with words he needed to hear, or merely their presence. They were irreplaceable to him.

She still was. She probably knew she was too, but that didn’t stop Roy from beginning a letter on that same pad of paper on the next page. When she got back, it would be there for her to read---right where she left hers.

Riza,

This separation is only temporary. We both know that, but that does not make it any less pleasant. Unlike when I returned to Central during the summers as an apprentice, I learned I enjoyed the peace I found around you as well as the chaos of my home. It only took me a few years to figure out that I could have both---forgive me for being slow on that front.

I'll always be glad you not only put up with the young, reckless city boy who trained under your father, but you chose to become his friend. You let me into your world and your thoughts, so I repaid in the only way I could think to by being your friend. Making our own odd family with the two of us, Maes, the team we put together in East City---that was bound to happen. Chris raised me with the belief that family is about the people you choose to keep around. Family is a choice.

You are a choice I will always make, no matter what. Even after time and war changed us, I didn’t want to lose you. I just had to learn how to talk to you again, how to act around you outside of your father’s house or the war as a backdrop. And you did the same for me, even when I made it a challenge... which was a lot. Sorry for that. You’ve been patient with me through and through, even when I put up my own walls when we lost Maes. Those walls weren’t ever meant to keep you out, though. If anything, it was my hasty attempt to not lose you too.

We’re not the same people we were back when we first met. We’ve made mistakes, dealt with the consequences of them, learned from them, and continued moving forward. It’s been difficult---I won’t deny that. There have been days where I wanted to give up or wondered if I was doing the right thing. Then, I look at you and think about what would make you happy. I see you not giving up: on me, other people, and this country.

I don’t want to be the idealistic kid you met. For you, I want to be the best version of myself possible. For this country too, yeah, but Riza Hawkeye deserves that and more.

I love you. Every single day, and every one that follows, I always will. You are the one choice I will always make.

-Roy

P.S. I’m bringing Hayate to work with me. Breda can deal with it.

[missingartist]

The Witcher's Mate Chapter 7

Geralt’s cat eyes followed the two walkers with predator-like focus. A deep growl pushed itself from his chest as he watched Jaskier knock his shoulder against the women gently as he told her another tale from his repertoire. The Witcher’s eyes narrowed as the Adva chuckled weakly and attempted to push him back. For the past three days, they had been travelling through miles of muddy roads and dense woodland; it was beginning to take its toll on the young women’s body. Despite Geralt’s best efforts Adva refused to join him on his horse even though he could see the slouch in her figure and the exhaustion in her features as they travelled. It took all of Geralt’s free will to stop himself from yanking her up, throwing her across his saddle. The smell of apples and the ocean was teasing him; he needed it closer; he wanted to bury his face in her neck and drinking in the heady scent. It was craving, a need, a yearning, burning him from the inside out.

In the darkening sky, there was a dim glow in the near distance, a small town. The Witcher surveyed the town for a moment before returning his gaze to his new travel companion. She had been subdued since her eruption the days previous, choosing to ignore his presence and focusing on the babbling bard.

‘Geralt…Geralt there is a town...wine…meat and beds. Think about it…real-life beds. Soft, fluffy warm beds. Come on Geralt lets stay the night. We might even find a new tale...or at the very least, a warm bath and a change of clothing.’ Jaskier prodded, shinnying his best puppy dog eyes at him.

Adva look up silent at the two men, there was almost a playful banter of faux hated from the older man. In truth she didn’t care where she slept, a bed, a muddy hole on top of a bed of nettle as long as she got some rest, her body ached, literal ached, she was used to being tired especially in the last weeks in Brightwater after the attacks, but this was on a whole other level. The sort of tiredness that seeped into your bones and made you eyelids feel like lead. Adva wrinkled her nose, the clothes she wore were stained, bile rose in her throat as she runs her hand over a sticky rust colour stain on her dress, a mix of hers and Tradi’s blood. It was only then she realised she hadn’t had a change of clothes since Brightwater. The same dress that has a massive slit in the side where Griffin’s talons caught her, an overshirt had been pulled over the bodice, and her old cloak flung round her. It covered her modestly, but she dreaded to think what a state she looked. She hadn’t bathed in a week, no hairbrush or fresh clothes, she had nothing, every possess she had ever own was gone, everything she owns was currently wrapped tightly around her body. Tears welled up in her eyes.

Staring up at the Witcher, she could feel his heavy gaze on her but refused to look away; instead, she shifted uncomfortably on her feet. It didn’t take a Witcher to see the line of water collect against her lashes. Casting his golden orbs back the town he sent his jaw in a tight clench as he urged Roach onwards.

‘Hmmm’

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Heavy spices filled the air, sage and rosemary, cinnamon and nutmeg. Merchants voiced echoed through the street as people rushed from one place to the other, in a rush to get the last of their supplies before darkness fell. Upon reaching the town gates, Geralt dismounted his horse and led him through the dwindling crowd. People parted allowing the trio to slip through, edger eyes cast upon them, intrigued at the white-haired hulk of a man.

Jaskier pranced across the ground, strumming his lute softly, making the pretty young girls laugh behind their hands as he blew them kisses. Adva fell as little way behind the pair, eyes scanning the town stalls as she went. People chatted and bartered with the tradesmen; carts served the busy people with spiced ginger cake and pies as they rushed off home, the hearty smell of soup lingered in the air. A low rumble bubbled in the girl's stomach cause a pale blush to spread across her cheeks as the Witcher turned slightly, watching her out of the corner of his eye as a seller pushed his wares. Jaskier was on the other side of the street purchasing spare lute strings and bathing salts from an overly busty young woman.

Flashes of vibrant colour caught her eye. Rich pinks and orange against the vivid blues and reds. Rolls of cotton, silks and velvets in every colour imaginable. They were hanging against the wooden frame where a full range of garments,  headdress, bands, girdles, overcoats, cloaks, tunics, gowns and dresses.  The blue eyes searched the overladen walls that hung various outfits. Fingering the soft cotton of a deep red dress, she traced the simple gold embroidery design that framed the lace corset of the bodice. The next thing that caught her eyes was a dark leather underbust corset, with a cross-hatched design. Never in her life has she seen such a garment; women in the brothels often wore such a thing but made of flimsy silk or whalebone to tuck and frame their waist and push their bust-up. This, however, was a work of art, probably made for lady judging from the quality. Next was a basic blouse one in royal red and the next in aqua blue, in the softest cotton.

‘Ahhh madam, you have excellent taste…those colours would complement your skin…madams’ figure is exceptional… perhaps a tighter corset, it would empathise your hips and waist.’ A chirpy deep voice cut in.

Out of nowhere, a large jolly man bounded in her eye line. The merchant was dressed in an elegant doublet, in a brilliant shade of emerald green. Fine white whiskers framed his plump red cheeks; a large belly jiggled when he laughed. The violent greeting almost made Adva flinch back in shock, but his large friendly smile relaxed her tense shoulders. The old man waddled over and lifted up the dark leather corset and inspected it with glee.

‘I pick up this little thing in Nilfgaard year ago…it belonged to a master craftsman…see this leather work he almost went blind making it. I could not part with it to a lesser specimen of womanhood.’ He gushed as he held it up firmly against the curly-haired woman.

Adva shrieked back as the man touch, bumping into the broad chest of the brooding Witcher, who glared down at the pudgy old man.

‘Ahhhh this must be your husband… such a handsome couple…perhaps I could persuade you with some undergarments for the lady…’ the man winked up at Geralt as he pulled out several nightgowns. A simple thing, of plain sheer cotton cut in a princess style. Followed by a short lacey thing with a silk ribbon belt. A deep red blush moved across her face as Geralt peered down at the man with an unwavering gaze.

‘Geralt…Adva…where are you? I found a tavern!’ Jaskier bellowed.

With a sigh of relief, Adva darted off toward the tavern, leaving the orange eyed man behind.

‘By gum, you gotta good one there…a homely figure, a good hand full there’ The man crowed as he hung the garments back on the rack.’

Geralt’s eyes burnt into the merchant as he moved around the stall, minutes past before the silver-haired spoke. The man busied himself with plucking various garments from the walls of the stalls and folding them neatly into a bundle.

‘I need some clothes for my…wife. We left our last town in a rush.’ Geralt grunted out

The man smiled up as she continues to fold what looked like a dress into the bundle. ‘I thought so… a husband like your self can’t have a woman like that dress in rags. These should do…’ the man smiled pushing the buddle across her.

Geralt glanced across as the bundle before his eyes danced across the stall. Never in his life had he taken an interest in women’s clothes, yes he appreciated the women who wore them, but as most of them end up on the floor or ripped apart, the wasn’t much point it taken an interest. However, in this instant, he took his time to access each item, ignoring the man grinning like an idiot behind him. He had seen her finger some of the items before and picked up the garment and throw them over his arm. Glancing around he examines the remaining items, there were several lovely dresses but nonpractical for travelling long and hard across the country. The golden-skinned Adonis picked some oiled skinned brown trousers and riding boots.

Geralt tossed 30 coins into the man’s hand as he picked up the role of clothes. Grunted at how light her purse now felt.

‘ere take this.’ The older man grinned at Geralt as he tossed the underbust corset. ‘I’ve had this thing for five years, and I couldn’t let it go to a less worthy filly. You’re a lucky man, and she is a lucky woman don’t know many men that would toss down 30 coins for their woman. You must be quite enamoured.’

‘Fuck’ Geralt grunted as he turned and left in the direction of the pub.

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Adva sat in the snug of the pub nursing a small cup of mead from the pitcher Jaskier had brought before fluttering off after some barmaid with gorgeous Auburn hair and a pale, freckled face. The tavern was nice, large and open but most importantly, clean. Taking another sip of mead, she cringed as the yeasty drink run down her throat. It was sickly sweet and crisp in flavour but most importantly strong, the fumes for the drink along where enough to make her lightheaded.

Sighing, she forced down another gulp and rested her back against the oak seat and closed her eyes as her mind wandered over past few days. It took all her will power not to let the overwhelming emotion to pour from her. The shock was beginning to wear off, and she flight between hatred and gratefulness, she still couldn’t get her mind around what happened or why.

‘Well hello, little girl…looking for some fun?’ a voice roared drunkenly as his clumsy plopped himself down on the bench beside her.

‘Hullo love… fancy coming outside for a bit?’ the man slurred as he sloshed his flagon around.

‘No, thank you. I am waiting for my friends.’ Adva wrinkled her nose as the overpowering stench of ale the attack her, attempting to push herself to the other end of the bench.

‘That doesn’t make matta… they can join, well as long as they got nice tits.’ The man leered at her as he snatched his arm around her pulling her to him.

‘What do you think you are doing?’

Adva had never been so relieved to see anyone in his life. The hulking frame filled up the archway, his eyes were full of rage, burning away.

‘Nothing mate…Didn’t know she was your whore. Though mate I would have thought you’d have better taste…this one looks like she been dragged through a bush…though she properly has.’ A creepy laugh pushed itself through his teeth, making him hiss like a snake.

The brunette cringed as he laughed; it made her feel unclean. There had been those sorts back in Brightwater, lecherous louts who often tried to pitch her bottom as she walked past.

Geralt cleared to the other side of the room in two long strides. The supplies cast across the table as his gloved hands crumpled as he lifted the letch off the seat by his collar. The man's feet dangled off the floor, kicking weakly as the skilled arms of the Witcher lifted him higher. Adva tensed, the look in his eyes was murderous, raw and untamed, a look that she had never seen before.

‘You even look in her direction again, and I’ll gut you like the yellow-bellied fish you are.’ Geralt roared chucking the man across the floor where the landlord slammed down the pewter flagon he had been polishing to drag the man up.

‘Cumm ere Rodrol’ The older man grunted and pulled the young man by the scruff of his shirt and ejected him the muffled scream from the front of the door with a dull thump.

The landlord hurried over with some ale and a board of cold meats and cheeses, placing the offering in front of the pair with a grovelling apology before escaping promptly back to the bar.

Automatically, Adva began pouring a dishing out the mean onto the Witcher’s plate; cheese was soft and crumbly with a sharp smell. The meats moist and juicy, beef, chicken and pork, serves with chutney and mustards and thick slices of brown bread.

‘You know you don’t have to serve, you’re not a tavern wench anymore’ Geralt purred from deep in his chest.

Adva cast her eyes down and retracted her hand from the jug and placed them by her sides. It was right; she wasn’t anymore; she wasn’t sure what she was anymore. Plucked up and removed from everything she knew, stuck in an unfamiliar town with the man who had uprooted her not a penny to her name. A pained groan fell from The Witcher’s lips, so soft she was sure she imagined it. His face was pitched and concerned as he gazed at her

‘Where is Jaskier? The bard should have stayed with you.’

‘He went to sort out the rooms. A young maid was helping him.’

‘Typical’ Geralt quipped, taking a gulp of a cup in front of him and wolfing down a thick slick of tender beef, a trail of juices travelling down his chin. Adva’s eyes transfixed as tongue darted out and collected the delicious droplet.

‘Look..’ Geralt swallowed a mouthful. ‘I got you some clothing… and a few other things you might need..’

The Witcher voice was impassively soft now, almost inaudible, the deep rough sounds that made her feel safe. In front of her, he pushed a large bundle of clothing. Adva recognised them instantly from the market stall, the lush red and blues in the softest cotton she had ever touched, brown shammy trousers and a pair of boots. Digging deep a brush and soap lay on top of the red dress and undergarments. At the bottom of the bundle was the beautiful leather corset. Never in her entire life had she had new clothes given to her, instead of living on hand-me-down and cast of given to her from the working girls, that she had to stitch together into something respectable. These were her clothes.

‘These are for me, and I don’t need to do anything to keep the? No strings attached?’ Adva asked slowly, unsure and cautious.

Geralt looked up and held her gaze as he ripped a crust of bread with his teeth and washed it down with the last of his ale and refilling his cup. ‘What do you take me for? They are your clothes.’

Deep blue eye flickered across the expressionless face, her pupils darted to the deflated purse, no longer brimming with the coin from Brightwater. The Witcher had spent hard-earned coin to purchase clothes for her when he could have just thrown a pile of rags at her. No longer could contain the question that burnt at the back of the throat.

‘Why did you take me?’ the question sounded small, but it has the power to stiffen in his seat.

‘Because you weren’t safe there.’

They sat in silence for a couple of minutes, Adva’s mind reeling as her mind process the series of event that lead her to where she was today.

Carefully she asked her next question. ‘What Tradi did…the experiments… the things he did…Am I really in danger? Did he really do all those awful things to get to me? Did they all die because of me?’

‘They all died because Tradi of Brownstone was a cunt. People like Tradi want power, don’t care how they get it. That is why I took you, your safe with me. Most mages are so concerned with their self they don’t care who they step on to get it…or at what cost especially if it other people.’

‘Do you know many Mages?’

‘For my sins…and there are a lot of those.’ Geralt dryly joked as he shoved a chunk of cheese into his mouth.

Adva smiled warmly across at him as she brought the clothing onto her lap to sort out. ‘Thank you… I have never had clothes like this. Thank you.’

Air rushed from her lungs as the man gave her a warm smile. It lite up his entire face, it was inviting, and a tingling sensation sparked across her body. It caused her to wonder why she had never seen him smile, most of the time he strutted around with a permeant scowl, the disdain that kept everyone at a distance.

‘Aww fuck, don’t cry.’ Geralt growled, he sat straighter in his chair, looking alarmed.

Reaching up, Adva was shocked when her fingertips met the dampness on her cheeks. Geralt was quick, so quick that she didn’t even see him move till she felt him thick arm awkwardly curl around her shoulders, pulling her body to his. A strong pulse on energy ran through her, and her heart slowed, and the nervous anxiousness that she had been carrying round in the pit of her stomach for the past three days disappeared.

They sat like that for a few moments while Adva dried her eyes, he scent was comforting, spice, ginger and cinnamon and cedarwood, she could get drunk of the smell, and subconsciously she felt herself melt into his arms and his arms tighten around her nestling her into his chest.

‘Ahhhh Geralt that is where you are. A tiny problem with the rooms. The tavern only had one room available. The delightful Griselda has selflessly allowed me access to her bed chambers, but you two have got to make some arrangement… should be too difficult seeing how you to cosy up as soon as I let you out of my sight.’ The bard sang playfully as he slid into Geralt old seat.

Jaskier settled himself down and picked at the tray of food I fronted of him and poured his cup of ale. Adva moved away out of Geralt arms and instantly became fascinated in her cup, taking small sips as Geralt glowered at the man in front of her.

‘Oh Geralt there was a man asking about you’ Jaskier mumbled his mouth full of cheese and meat.

‘Who?’ Geralt bite out.

‘Him’ the bard pointed as he stuffed another slice of pork into his already stuffed mouth.

Adva cast her eyes across the sparsely populated tavern to a group of three men, cautiously glancing at them. The trio stared suspiciously at the men as they whispered to one another. They were men of quality, at least for this small town, clothes of good quality, fur-lined cloak and full leather boots. Geralt’s hand inched towards his sword as they made their way across the small room.

‘Ahhhh Geralt of Rivia it is an honour to have you and your wife into our unworthy town.’ A middle-aged man greeted bowing lightly. ‘We hope you and your wife has been well looked after…we have something of a problem that we need help with.’

‘How much?’

‘Wife?’

[lefthandsuzukimethod]

tag people you want to get to know better

tagged by @captain-apostrophe! <3

tagging (but only if you want to): @vexingcosmos, @spectralprongs,  @brehaaorgana ,  @grandsairs, @christinismithe, @serendipitysunnyflower and anyone else who wants to do it!! <33

your name and then what you would have named yourself: ana! i am good with my name tbh idk that i'd change it

astrological sign (sun/moon/rising if you know them): libra/leo/capricorn

when did you join tumblr and why?: i just checked and i have been a part of this hellsite since feb 2009 fladkfmaf i remember there was like a week that almost all of ontd_ffa joined @ once because one of us was like HEY THERES A COOL NEW SITE and i'm still here lmao

top 5 fandoms: like active fandoms or just Things I Like? obv rn like… mdzs/the untamed lmao, but also bnha and ffxv pero like in tiny circles??? idk fandom for me is better when u curate your experience, also yk when people are like hey what do u want for christmas and your brain decides it suddenly doesn't know anything? that's what my brain is doing right now lol, UHHHH lemme get back to you on the rest of them. OH i am also dipping my toes into the bts fandom with @spectralprongs's help!! <3 i'm also still very mad that in the flesh was canceled after 9 episodes

top 5 favorite films: pan's labyrinth, pacific rim, coco, jurassic park, the devil's backbone probably 

go to song when you wanna Feel something: when i want to feel WHAT THO? so many moods, so many songs if you get specific i might have a better answer lol

what’s your religion or faith if you have one?: i was raised catholic, so there's a flavor of catholic jokes that will always make me laugh

a song that makes you feel seen: la respuesta lmfaldfmllkm YO NO NECESITO UN HOMBRE QUE ME JODA

if you could have any career: i wanted to be a photographer traveling the world taking pics and getting paid for it, but idk i'm p ok where i am rn working in immigration law if only because i can help people

do you have a type?: sweet gremlin men with nice bone structure, women who could probably beat me up

what does your heart/soul yearn for: for unprecedented times to be OVER please a bitch is tired

if you had to describe yourself in 5 words to someone who doesn’t know you: I Cannot for some reason it's so hard for me to describe myself lol but if anyone else wants to answer this for me GO FOR IT

favorite subjects in school: photography! art! languages! english! french! music classes!

where does your soul feel most at home: anywhere i can relax with my favorite people <3  

top 5 fictional characters:                                        

top 3 moments in a show that made you ugly cry: OOF moments??? the first ep of futurama with seymour the dog, the season finales of itf, idk i try not to watch shows that are going to make me sad lmao i'm cheating and putting the beginning of up here too

the earth, the sun, the moon or the stars: the earth we are not nice enough to her she's doing her best!!!! the stars are a close second but i don't get to look @ them enough thanks light pollution

favorite kind of weather: SNOWSTORM you can spend all day playing in it and then be cozy inside after with blankets and soup

top 3 characters you relate to: I CHANGED THIS QUESTION BECAUSE I DIDN’T LIKE HOW IT WAS WORDED LMAO but every oldest sibling from the untamed who raised their younger siblings oldest siblings deserve financial compensation!!!, prob the weasley twins who are v smart but also v much not about their grades lol (that's 6 it counts)

favorite medium of art: all of them i refuse to pick one!!! well no i can tell u my least favorite art medium is art made from trash and/or period blood

introvert/extrovert/ambivert: extrovert allegedly

a favorite literary quote: bruh i haven't read an actual book in SO LONG i need to make more time to read

some of your favorite books: remind me about this one i am at work and have forgotten every single book i've ever read

if you could live anywhere in the world where would it be?: i think i'm ok here! i love traveling and visiting new places, but i live super close to a big city and i like having Four Seasons (total landscaping ladfkamdf i'm sorry it was right there)

if you could live in any time in history when would it be?: mmm like cap said, history hasn't been particularly good to female-presenting people, and i'm gonna add that it's also been sorta terrible to not white people. NOT THAT NOW GOING PARTICULARLY WELL LMAO BUT UHHHH. if i could go just like watch history, maybe a period when art/music was having a big boom

if you could play any instrument masterfully it would be: piano!!! i have one but i can only play by ear lmao (it was an inheritance) i should be able to read music after many years playing different instruments but nope none of it stuck

if you have one, what mythological god or goddess do you feel a connection to: i do not have one

and lastly, favorite recent selfie in your camera roll: all of my recent selfies have been mask selfies i sent kie or pics of office puppy on the selfie camera WHOOPS i don't really take selfies

[kubrickandkegstands]

5 Places to Go

Ahh, quarantine. Possibly the worst shit to have ever happened to me in my life, and I had to see Suicide Squad in theatres twice. Between rich influencers and their “be mindful” propaganda and dudes that are walking 100 emojis talking about the grind not even stopping for a world-wide pandemic, social media is a fucking nightmare. As restaurants are closed, I’m unemployed, and the only essential businesses are ones that I consider a chore to go to, I’ve had to resort to visiting only a few places that I know are safe. I thought I’d share some of them with you, and maybe you can visit them, too. Just, not when I’m there.

H-E-B Curbside

Out of groceries but terrified that being in close proximity to other people will increase your chances of dying alone in your apartment? Then this quarantine location is perfect for you. Get in your car and play absolutely nothing on the aux because doomsday feels much more dramatic without music, and head on over to your local H-E-B curbside to pick up what measly remnants of non-perishables they have left on the shelves. No pasta, soup, rice, or peanut butter? No worries! Actually, yes worries. Worries all the time.

The Bathroom

Even though you’re probably way too depressed to actually shower or brush your teeth, the bathroom is the perfect place to stare at your reflection longingly as you wish for a better life. Stare at your terrible haircut and incoming unibrow and yearn, just yearn. Sit on the toilet and watch an endless stream of TikTok videos until you feel motivated enough to go to your bed or couch and do the same exact thing.

Gulf Gas Station

Oh, is it 6pm already? Time for your just-woke-up/dinner beer and the only fresh air you’ll get in the next 72 hours. Don’t bother putting any effort into how you look because I, personally, haven’t made eye-contact with anyone in about three weeks. Make sure to talk yourself out of buying the 24-pack because you promise after this sixer that you’re going to “cut back on drinking”. And I ask, with your best interest in mind and from the very bottom of my heart, why the fuck would you do that? 

The Fridge

After a long day of not doing a fucking thing, not even once, why don’t you nourish your body with a box of TGI Friday’s frozen mozzarella sticks and an equally ice-cold White Claw? You deserve it, really. Don’t even bother turning on the oven, just put those puppies right in the microwave so they’re super soggy and cold in the center. This is one of my favorite places to visit during quarantine because I have to pass by the full-length mirror I have in my apartment and stare at the quaran-fifteen that i’ve miraculously put on in 25 days. It’s a fun mental detour from the rest of the doomsday thoughts I have on a daily basis. 

To Bed

Since there’s nothing really to do except scour social media and jack off, why not just go the fuck to sleep? It’s almost like time traveling if you could only time travel at six-hour increments and wake up still in a living fucking nightmare. Is sleep nearly impossible because of your constant anxiety? Maybe just jack off again? Or drink until you black out? I don’t know, man. 

The CDC recommends that you stay home unless you absolutely have to leave your apartment (I used to jump at the thought of this), but these are some safe places to visit if you just need a little break from the devastating reality we now find ourselves in. 

As always, stay slutty, stay safe, and stay the fuck inside. 

[momtemplative]

Two Cans and a Very Long String.

(All photos from History.com. Fox photos/Getty images)

<<Author’s note: I’m remembering what happens when I make a commitment to write every week. Sometimes the words flow fluid and without obstacles, and sometimes, well, they really don’t. Such is the case with any new practice; it takes time to find a groove. 

Meanwhile, god-forsaken Caronavirus concern is permeating everything in our day-to-day world system right now, so writing about anything else feels vacuous and out-of-touch. But sitting down to write something on the current pandemic from a ‘unique’ (ha!) perspective (in a way that does NOT inspire the reader, or myself, to want to go and commit suicide) is a challenging task. I know I didn’t nail it, need more time to nail it. But here is a start...>>

I was lying in bed a few nights ago, in the drowsy place between awake and asleep that brims with lucid visuals. I was thinking about mothers, specific mothers from long ago, who lived through their own versions of ruthless and lethal pandemics—Black Plague, Scarlet Fever, Spanish Flu. The Big Ones. I could see these mothers in my mind, one after another, as they held their babies in stained swaddling clothes and rocked them in the dark.

It’s so easy to see these women from the past through the dusty, incompatible lens of time. (The Black Plague took place in the mid-fourteenth century!) But the Spanish Flu took place a mere century ago. There were light bulbs and phones and cars chugging down dusty roads. The Industrial Revolution was over and hygiene and sanitation were understood to prevent illness and disease. These were not the dark ages. My great-grandma, Emma lived through it. 

When I juxtapose her mother-life next to my own, I see that the world I live in may be evolved/evolving in states of everything from gender roles to technology, but does that brand of growth compete with a pandemic? 

If the view-lens we are using is that of simply mother-to-mother, though, I sense that our deepest, most unfeigned thoughts and feelings are universal. To clutch our babies close, to do everything in our power to keep them warm, fed, safe and loved—I bet even a mole rat mother feels those feelings.

So I lie there between my flannel bed sheets, on my right side, shoulder crammed into my ear as per habit, eyes closed like tiny projection screens, thinking of that.

In the time between sleep and morning, those thoughts percolated and wound up rooting someplace deep down. Alongside the catastrophic declarations that scream from every media device —”The coronavirus can't be contained! Are you ready??”— and the images of medical masks and quarantined crowds, I’m experiencing my own version of what-the-hell-is-going-on-here. Trying to keep one’s head on straight in the face of a litany of panic requires a full-time commitment to mindfulness. (Which, as far as I can tell, is a state of mind limited to gurus and saints.)  

The louder the commotion gets about the world’s impending doom, the more I feel a plumbed sense of longing rise from my gut like a military tank from over the horizon line. A yearning—yes, that is the word—to know what it was like for a mother one hundred years ago as she weathered far-worse conditions while continuing to care for her babies and her household. I want to know her. I want her to remind me of resiliency and the uncompromising strength of family and community. As four-year-old Ruthy says when there is something specific she wants to hear, ”SAY THE WORDS!” I want my long-dead great-grandma to tell me those words.

The pandemic we are currently facing feels like a very long string between two extremely far-off cans. (A telephone line though time, the Indigo Girls sang.) I can almost hear Emma’s quiet conversations with her husband while standing over a half-boiling tea kettle. Her middle-of-the-night prayers. Her timid reassurances to her young children, Harriet and Lewis. 

I sat down to do a light bit of research, hoping to fill in the cracked and pencil-sketched images of the landscape of 1918 in my mind. I attempted to time-travel through Google, searching, “Life during the Spanish Flu,” then “Parenting during the Spanish Flu.” I found jaundiced images of hundreds of hospital beds, lined up meticulously like cards in a game of memory. The white sheets rendered the individual bodies in each bed impossible to decipher. I stumbled on some photos of five young boys, in sooty, ill-fitting clothes, wearing camphor bags around their necks to ‘prevent the flu.’ There was one photo of a group of WWI military gurgling salt water in unison at Camp Dix . 

I soon realized that there was very little personal history that the tentacles of internet could reach. Nothing from day-to-day life. It was too far back. 

So I settled for history book-type content—The facts. Un-nuanced. Bone-dry and depressing. Apparently the Spanish Flu affected one-third of the world’s population. It was typical in that the mortality rate was high in children and the elderly, those with more vulnerable systems. What was NOT typical is that it also took down healthy, robust young adults. 

Oh what I would give for Emma’s journal of what it was like to keep her babies safe and alive. I need to know, if they were old enough, how much truth did she tell them? And what about the days, weeks, months held after the panic had cleared and the dust had settled. Had her insides changed at all? Did she retreat inward, become less trusting of the cosmos?

Mercy. From where I watch the panic swell around our current pandemic—COVID19—things look much less tragic than Emma must have had it. Foremost, regarding our flu, it seems children are being spared—only 3% are showing symptoms and, of that, only 2.5% are showing severe symptoms. Thus far, barely a sliver. It seems my Opal and Ruth will be spared this round. (Physically, at least.) I say that to myself like a prayer of gratitude. 

I wonder how many long days and nights Emma had to endure, unsure if Harriet and Lewis would be pardoned from the Spanish Flu. As one of the countless mamas who pioneered hell realms to carry evolution one more generation closer to my own—where I’ve lived quite comfortably and safe for forty-three years, mind you—she certainly warrants a few moments of consideration from her great-granddaughter.

Meanwhile, Ruth continues to pick her nose. (I have tried umpteen times to guide her hand gently from her nostril to the light of day, but it returns the moment I let go, as if spring-loaded.)

Meanwhile, Opal sang Ruth to sleep tonight while gently caressing her little sister’s nose with her pointer finger, the way you would do with the velveteen nose of a puppy.

Meanwhile, three brand-new-baby boys have been born in the last two months to people who are close to me.

Meanwhile, my money plant by the window is outgrowing us all.

Meanwhile, the time changed yesterday, throwing my ten-year-old into a tail-spin of exhaustion this morning.

Meanwhile, the bean seeds we planted last week have shot up, aimed at the window pane, as if attempting to upend their little roots and run free.

Meanwhile, the discord of the winter geese is still my favorite music.

Meanwhile, I have a multiple-week supply of mac and soups and oatmeal and peanut butter stowed downstairs, in case of quarantine. We figured we’d eat it either way.

Meanwhile, the sun still burns upwards. The deep-spring blue of the sky pays no mind to the humans who are hoarding sanitizing wipes below. 

Tonight is the full moon, the same moon that Emma gazed at out her window, a hundred years ago. It will hover on the surface of the nearby goose pond, like a coin that refuses to be pulled to the bottom of a wishing well.

March 9, 2020

[pinkforyoongi]

The Fake Bodyguard | Jeon Jungkook

part 2

pairing: commoner!jungkook x princess!reader

genre: fluff au

word count: 4k (oops i got a little carried away)

warnings: swearing, mentions of suicide

a/n: reposting this since tumblr is an ass :( part 1 can be found from my masterlist

finally some news of the real park jimin spread around

“someone claiming to be park jimin was creating chaos at the main entrance gates. what a dumb ass he’s already here! besides they were wearing commoners clothes so probably some local madman” -a kind maid

“y-yeah haha. what an idiot” -sweating jungkook beside you

“please make sure not to hurt him. if he’s still there, have someone escort him somewhere safe within the village. thank you”

to say jungkook was surprised by your kindness was an understatement

he was expecting you to be a selfish brat living without worries but turns out you were an actual sweetheart??

he had been your bodyguard for two days and his whole opinion about you and your family had changed drastically

well- he still wasn’t so sure about your parents though

he felt like they were a bit,,,, secretive

they didn’t tell you much about the village and it’s people, leaving out major details like the spreading of the nasty virus

it was big news in the village so it was hard for him to digest that you had absolutely no idea what was going on

whenever you tried to ask your parents about the villagers they’d give you short replies, telling you not to worry about them since they were handling it

you never dared to pry, since you knew your parents were busy and stressed out, especially during a time like this

the maid smiled and scurried off into the distance, leaving you alone with your bodyguard

“do you ever wonder?”

“about what, kookie? you have to be a bit more specific”

“about the villagers? about what goes down there?”

you smiled at the boy, thinking he must actually be one of the villagers since he’s so curious about your thoughts

“all the time. believe me, wish i knew all the scoop”

jungkooks heart tingled

“yeah i’ve heard some crazy stories from there”

you pretended to be surprised

“you’ve been to the village!!”

at this point jungkook realized he’s supposed to be from another kingdom

“ehh yeah a couple of times”

“tell me everything! please”

your eyes went big and a wide grin spread on your face

the glint in your eyes made jungkook believe you were genuinely interested

and because he loved his town and the people in it, he wouldn’t skip a chance to talk about them

“well... i heard there’s a nasty virus spreading around”

the excited grin turned upside down upon hearing his words and jungkook scratched the back of his neck in regret of choosing this as the first thing to tell you about his home town

“...there is? :(”

poor boys heart couldn’t take your puppy eyes any longer

“yeah, but it’s no big deal!!! anyways there’s this one really good soup restaurant! they serve the best soup”

“really? what kind of soup?”

“all kinds of soup! they’re all great i’m a regu- i mean i went there once and... ate like everything on the menu... yeah... omg you have to go there some day-”

you didn't dare stop jungkook from talking about the village so passionately

you listened to every word he told you with a fond smile on his face and made sure to ask questions about his favorite things

what a cute lil baddie

it made you wonder what he really came here for

was he here to assassinate you?

no, he would have already done that

was he here to assassinate your parents?

no, he would have already done that too

was he a thief? did he want money for himself?

you doubted that

he didn't seem like the selfish type

to you he was someone who reminded you of yourself

he was here, maybe he was adventurous and curious too

but no, that couldn't be all

there must have been another reason he was here

and it must have been important to him, for him to risk everything

i mean if he ever got caught for breaking in and pretending to be your body guard?

you didn't even want to think what your parents would do to him

the whole idea made you shiver

jungkook seemed to have a pure heart

for some odd reason you were sure of that

...

"hey kookie, did you want to come here?"

jungkook furrowed his eyebrows and stopped chewing on his chicken wing to look at you

"no? does it look like i want to be here??? smh"

he continued chewing loudly, rolling his eyes at you

"well no i can see you're dead inside but like??? how did you get picked?"

"i guess i'm just that good. or then it's my handsome face. yeah. definitely my face" -jungkook mumbling with chicken in his mouth

"what more could i ask from a body guard" -you rolling your eyes

"hey btw am i getting paid for this or what?"

you thought for a second in reality you had no idea, your parents handled everything like they always did, even if you tried to inquire they always insisted they were taking care of things and you didn't need to worry

however, this could have been a way for you to figure out what he was after

he just asked if he was getting paid, maybe he's just poor and wanted a job?

time to find out

"wdym??? this is your payment :)"

you gestured towards all the food laying in front of him

he stopped chewing again

he even dropped the chicken wing on his plate dramatically, jaw hanging open as he examined the food in horror

"this is my payment?"

"yeah. also you have your own room and the best company you could ask for! isn't that enough? isn't that what we agreed on?" you smile at him innocently

"...i must have amnesia... i'm sorry but what the fuck"

you slapped his shoulder playfully

"language, sir park jimin! and of course i'm kidding you dumb ass. you'll get paid accordingly once this is over... only if it doesn't last forever..."

jungkooks eyes widened even more

"you're too easy to mess with. i doubt you'll be here for long lmao"

"you almost gave me a damn heart attack woman"

you smiled to yourself, knowing there was deeper meaning to your last sentence he wasn't aware of

you picked up your fork and continued eating, expecting jungkook to do the same

however when he didn't, you gave him a questioning look

"what's wrong kookie?"

"just curious... (y/n), do you feel safe? with me? because you know,,, i'm your body guard and all"

"that depends. safe from what? with you i'm definitely not safe from loosing brain cells, i mean you're one hell of a dumb bi-"

"no- i mean do you feel threatened? are you afraid?"

the seriousness caught you off guard a bit and you had to swallow

"no, kookie. i feel safe. i trust you"

jungkook was no trained body guard so he actually felt a little bad for you

he did know how to defend himself well since he had learned a thing or two living in the village

he was confident in his skills- confident enough to knock off park jimin and take his place and sneak into the castle

but he was uncertain

he wasn't sure he could protect the both of you, but at that moment he promised himself he would protect you no matter what

he owed you that much, for stopping your body guard when you were in danger

and if you trusted him with your life, how could he let you down?

after all he could actually get away with this whole park jimin thing if he just did his job and collected the payment then he could get back to the village and help the poor families with their health care debts

he would just need to send them a message

he needed a way to let them know he was going to get money

but how was he supposed to do that when he needed to be around you 24/7 and you weren't allowed to leave the castle?

he could think of a plan later

right now, he just smiled at you in response to let you know he appreciated your honesty

that night jungkook laid awake in his bed, staring at the ceiling

he had escorted you to your room about an hour ago when you had voiced you were tired and wanted to go to bed

he kept thinking about how he was to send the villagers a message

they didn’t have any idea what he had gotten himself into, but jungkook doubted they thought he was dead

he had ran away for days before, the villagers and his family had grown pretty accustomed to it

jungkook loved going on adventures, exploring the outside world and visiting different places

he came to think of you, someone who was locked up in a castle for all their life

you never had such a chance to leave and explore

even though jungkook had spent a couple of days with you, he saw how much you yearned to go out there

he could see it in the way you stared out your window whenever anyone exited the castle, whether it was the guards or visitors

he felt so bad for you, he had no idea you could actually be so sad when all this time he had thought you were living your life to the fullest, getting everything you ever wanted in a silver platter

maybe he could sneak you out of the castle? with him?

it would be a win win situation

he would get to see the villagers and you could get a taste of the outside world

how would he bring it up to you? what if you said no?

when would it even happen? during the night? wasn’t that the safest?

his train of thought was interrupted when he heard a knock on his door

he adamantly got up and opened the door to find you standing there, shuffling on your feet, dressed in your night gown

“can i come in? just for a while?”

jungkook opened the door for you to come in

you took a seat at the edge of his bed, sitting down like a proper princess with your hands on your lap

“why are you still awake?” jungkook inquired

you bit your lip and brushed some hair behind your ear

“couldn’t fall asleep. sorry if i’m bothering you”

“it’s fine. i wasn’t getting any sleep either”

“kookie can i be honest?”

jungkook carefully sat down next to you and nodded

“i was a bit afraid just now. i heard a bang and think a bird flew into my window and i got scared i was being attacked”

“what? a bird? omg did you check????”

“yeah i saw feathers. i’m pretty sure it was a bird”

jungkook wasn’t convinced

he shot up and grabbed your hand, dragging you behind him to your room where he aggressively moved your curtains aside

he peered around, taking notice of the evident feathers still stuck on your window

“kookie?” you quietly called out when he didn’t say anything

“yeah? it’s all good. i don’t think anyone is around”

“okay”

jungkook had to admit his heart jumped to his throat when you told him you had heard a bang

his heart rate was calming down now that he had checked for enemies but adrenaline was still running in his system

he let out a sigh of relief and turned around to face you

you were standing there so innocently, hugging your own body and peering at him through loose strands of your hair

the moon shone trough the opened curtains and illuminated your shiny eyes and made your skin look angelic

you were truly beautiful those weren’t just rumors people spread around, jungkook understood that now

so his body reacted before he had the time to realize what he was doing

he engulfed your smaller frame in a hug

he carefully wrapped his arms around you and pressed your head against his chest, soothingly caressing the back of your head to tell you it was okay and you were safe now, there was no need to be afraid

you didn’t take long to respond, wrapping your hands around his waist and pressing your ear against his chest

“you should go back to sleep, (y/n). i’ll keep an eye on you, okay?”

“don’t you need to sleep?”

“if it means i get to protect you, then no”

“kookie how are you supposed to protect me during the day if you’re tired? at least sleep on my couch”

realizing you were right jungkook agreed

and even though you didn’t know who this boy was, you felt safe with him sleeping in the same room with you

the next day you noticed jungkook was being a bit more quiet

he was clearly in thought and you noticed him staring out of windows towards the village

maybe he was starting to miss his family and friends, you thought

he had been gone for almost a week now, wasn’t his family worried?

heck, you didn’t even know if he had family

just when you felt like you were making friends with him you realized you know absolutely nothing about him

but you wanted to know more, you wanted to be his friend

but you didn’t dare to ask him, he seemed like the type of person you should not bother when they’re deep in thought

so you kept doing you as jungkook quietly followed you around like a shadow

it wasn’t until the sun was finally setting down when jungkook finally said something to you

“when was the last time you left the castle?”

you sipped on your tea before glancing into the distance over the fence of the porch

“years ago. i might have been 15 or 16. i’m not completely locked up, i can go outside as long as it’s inside the walls”

jungkook hummed in response as he also stared outside

he had a look of admiration in his eyes looking at the scenery

the wind gently played with his soft, brown locks and the setting sun made his skin look like honey

“do you want to?”

“what? go outside?”

“yeah. to explore. meet new people in the village. try soup”

you snorted

“yes, soup boy. i dream of going out there every night, but i can’t. my parents would kill me even if i just asked”

“...have you ever like... tried to sneak out?”

“...no? i’m not suicidal, kookie”

“don’t be so dramatic. i used to sneak out as a kid all the time. it’s not that bad”

“you didn’t live in a castle full of guards, did you?”

jungkook shrugged

“i guess you have a point”

you nodded in agreement, taking another sip of your tea

after a short silence you decided to ask more about him

“you sneaked out a lot?”

“yee. i still do it as an adult”

“of course you do. how did you do it?”

“it’s easy once you get the gist of it. you gotta plan your escape during daylight, then execute during the night”

“you seem like an expert at this”

jungkook playfully wiggled his eyebrows at you

you huffed and turned to look at the village that could be seen

it looked inviting

you wanted nothing more than to go there, maybe as another commoner

you wanted to experience how other people your age lived their lives, make friends, go to public schools,,,,,, eat soup

“will you take me there one day?”

“princess (y/n), are you asking me to sneak you out of the castle?”

inside his head, jungkook was doing a victory dance

this was exactly what he wanted to hear you say

“maybe? so, will you?”

jungkook smirked at you

“i’ll think about it”

“i take that as a yes!” you cheered and stood up, ending the conversation there

skip time to nighttime again

you were in your bed about to fall into unconsciousness when suddenly something poked your cheek

you inhaled through your mouth in surprise and shot up

you quickly came to notice it was jungkook, but before you had the time to scold him you were choking on your own saliva

and finally you died from lack of oxygen

the end

jkjk you coughed there like you had pneumonia and jungkook looked a bit horrified

life flashed before his eyes when he thought this was how you were going to die

before you redeemed yourself and held your heart trying to catch your breath

“shit sorry didn’t mean to give you a stroke” -jungkook

“my own body guard just almost killed me” -you

“wtf you doing here anyways? they heard of knocking in your kingdom???”

“i got an idea”

you rubbed your temples in stress

this boys two brain cells decided to unite in the middle of the night and now he was here to tell you about it for some reason

“what is it?”

“let’s sneak out now”

you stared at him in disbelief wondering if you had heard him right

there was a bright smile on his face like he was proud of his idea and you had to admit it was cute but jesus christ

“kookie are you crazy? did you finally snap? people might want to murder me and you want to sneak out of the safety of this castle in the middle of the night?”

jungkook looked down, trying to think of a way to convince you it would be a quick run and he was a pro at this

“i heard there was a festival going on tonight. it would be the perfect opportunity to blend in and go unnoticed. no one could find you and harm you in a large crowd. especially when i’m there with you”

after jungkooks last sentence your heart skipped a beat

you stared at him for a good 10 seconds

and you couldn’t believe he actually convinced you to consider his idea

“besides no one is expecting you to run away. i’ll keep you safe, i promise”

and the second jungkook gave you a soft smile you were sold

damn he should be a salesman he could probably get you to buy anything

so there you were, a big hood on, sneaking behind jungkook on the castle property to try and find a way to climb over the walls

“don’t worry i already have an escape plan”

yeah right

“don’t worry there are people who probably want to murder you but we’re sneaking out of the most safe place you could be in” you thought to yourself

eventually jungkook helped you climb on top of a shack where you proceeded to climb the wall

you were surprised just how easy it was to actually escape

you hadn’t really ever dared to think about escaping by yourself

and if you got caught? you’d be dead for sure

you were still a little hesitant, but jungkook made sure you were following behind him, looking over his shoulder every 5 seconds

once over the wall, you stared into the dark forest right beside the castle and swallowed a lump

jungkook noticed this and quickly walked beside you, offering you to grab onto his arm

and you did, you held damn tight onto it

soon however, the two of you had made it to the edge of the village

and jungkook was right

you could hear loud music and people’s laughter all the way

he grinned at you when you squeezed his arm in response to the commotion

“see? we made it”

jungkook lead you through paths and roads all lit with lanterns

people started walking past you and the commotion got louder and louder

you kept your hood low so no one would recognize you

even though that was highly unlikely

until you had made it to the opening where the festival was held

people were dancing around

basically your mood went from “fuck i’m gonna die” to “holy shit this is beautiful” in a blink of an eye

jungkook saw it in your face and he realized this was his window to talk to his family

“hey umm you want soup? follow me”

before you could protest he was already pulling you towards a small restaurant right at the edge of the market

“wait here so people don’t see you. i’ll be right back”

you wondered why jungkook was acting so hurried all of a sudden but you still nodded your head

maybe he just really missed this soup you thought as you sat down on a bench to gaze at the people having fun at the market

a smile took over your features and you let yourself relax for a bit while being mesmerized over the view in front of you

you checked on jungkook inside the restaurant every once in a while and saw him happily chatting with the cashier

when all of a sudden you heard someone call out to you from the dark alleyway next to the building

“ma’am? could you help me lift this?”

you turned and saw a young black haired man smiling at you politely

he was lifting large boxes to a carriage

“sure” you smiled and stood up to help him

the two of you lifted up a box while the man examined you closely

“i haven’t seen you before. what’s your name?”

you slightly panicked but did your best to keep your cool

“oh, i’m from somewhere else. i’m visiting a friend. my name is... (y/n)”

you internally cringed at yourself for revealing your actual name but it was too late to take it back

“(y/n)? your parents named you after the princess?”

:)

fuck

“y-yeah... exactly”

“well (y/n), my name is park jimin”

your name is what

wait-

your eyes widened involuntarily and you looked up at the man

he was still examining you closely, almost like he was trying to read your mind, maybe waiting for you to reveal your secrets

now you didn’t like this man very much

you had no idea if he was lying or telling the truth but either way you didn’t like it

you needed to abort mission and get jungkook asap

“oh uhh my friend came back! it was nice meeting you i gotta go-”

he stepped in front of you when you tried to hurry past him and grabbed your wrists

“i knew it was you, princess”

“i don’t know what you’re talking about”

the man who claimed to be the actual park jimin was now pushing you further into the dark alleyway so you were out of people’s sight

you were too frozen from fear that your body became incapable of trying to fight him

“get in the carriage” he ordered

and out of actual terror you were about to oblige

when a voice coming from behind him stopped you both

“what do you think you’re doing?”

the man turned around and came face to face with jungkook who had two plates of steaming soup in his hands

jungkooks eyes widened when he realized what was going on

he panicked but managed to throw the steaming soups at the man

he screamed in pain and instantly let go of you

so you took your chance and dashed towards jungkook who quickly grabbed your hand and started running along with you, guiding you throughout some dark alleyways

he obviously knew these roads very well, making you question everything about him and who that man was

you knew jungkook wasn’t legit, but now you were even more confused

all you knew is that you trusted jungkook more than you trusted that man chasing after you

finally jungkook pulled you inside a house and locked the door behind him

he watched from the small window on the door and didn’t turn away before he saw the man running past thinking you were still running

he then turned to you but didn’t meet your eyes

he was too ashamed

and he was scared

“who was that?” you asked him in a demanding voice

jungkook knew he had to tell you the truth

so he took a deep breath and prepared himself

“that was park jimin, your bodyguard. but i don’t think his actual original intentions were to keep you safe”

to be continued

a/n: how do i always end up writing about chicken gdi

[ninja-scenarios]

Julian Devorak x reader fluff

Someone asked: “Yo can I request Julian (my boy I’d die for him) being really needy and just wanting attention from his s/o please if this makes sense? Sfw or nsfw I don’t mind! Thank you my guy!”

Aww Julian is so cute! This turned out very fluffy and I´m also very tempted at writing more for him (I will, probably). Julian´s exactly my kind of awkward XD But how can you not love this giant, handsome, needy baby??

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Relationship: Julian Devorak x Genderneutral/NB reader

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Whenever you cooked with Mazelinka, the colourful spices animated the air around with all kinds of delicious smells, giving you a lead for which one was worthy to be used as seasoning. The magic never happened in your own kitchen, where you felt lost between the endless possibilities of individual flavours and picking an option felt like randomly drawing a note from a hat and hoping with fingers crossed that it was the marked one. Just as you added chives to the stock, the old woman nodded approvingly in what was her very own manner, and you suddenly felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist from behind.

“This smells exquisite, my dear~ Of course I expected nothing less from an expert like you.” Julian proudly beamed while you tried to gently push him away with a smile. It made you highly uncomfortable whenever Julian showed affection in front of his old friend. The lady was pretty straightforward at times what lead to many awkward situations. This was the reason why Julian mostly refrained from getting too close to you in her presence, yet you could gauge off his neediness at the times when he did. That didn´t make it any less awkward though.

Looking like a kicked puppy, Julian stepped backwards and sat down at the small table. You winked at him and turned around to finish the soup, shredding thick blocks of potatoes right into the boiling pot. “Boy, can you fetch some tomatoes from the garden?” Mazelinka´s voice held something worldly-wise whenever she spoke, making everyone around listen intently in hopes of getting a helpful piece of advice. “Join him, dear. He always picks the ones that are still green.”

With a nod – when she gave an order you always had to hold yourself back from saluting for some reason – you went after him. The second the door fell shut, Julian was already all over you. His arms wrapped around your waist and he pulled you gently flush against his chest. “I missed you so much.” His other hand stroked through your hair and cradled your head. The man´s smile was so precious and lovely and you couldn´t help but taste it. Sighing contently upon finally reuniting his lips with yours, Julian kissed back with passion and yearning. It wasn´t enough though. When you pulled back, he still refused to let go, keeping you close to him while you laughed and removed the eyepatch from his face.

“I missed you, too.” A few lighter kisses were shared which seemed to let the curly-haired man bloom like a flower. It made your heart throb in love whenever the eloquent man was rendered speechless due to your touch. Right now, he gazed back into your eyes with pure affection while a thin blush adorned his cheeks. Somehow, even now it reminded you of a cute dog begging for food and with a smile you leaned forwards once more. Julian happily welcomed you again with his lips, not able to get enough of you as he held you even closer.

“We gotta fetch the tomatoes for Mazelinka…” You murmured against his lips before breaking apart and rounding the tiny house. Julian was hot on your toes, engulfing you back in his arms the second you leaned down to pick some. With a chuckle you let him lean his head onto your shoulder while you examined and turned the bright red tomato in your hand.

Suddenly, his warmth left and you were sitting alone in the garden. You took the opportunity to pick a few more and return, just to be stopped as the tall man reappared with a lovely glint in his eyes. “Here, my beauty. Not in the least as pretty as you, yet it smells just as good~” With these words, his gloved fingers gently placed a glowing purple-blue gentian behind your ear.

“Thanks, Jules.” Your words seemed to put him at ease. You were so happy that this gentle man had finally opened up to you. Even if he was an idiot at times, his love for you was big enough to fill up the whole tiny house. Speaking of which: “I only asked for a few tomatoes, are you shagging out there?”

“Ugh, we should go back…” – “I guess it´d be for the better.”

And so you did, but not without the handsome doctor stealing another kiss before you entered.

[loubuggins]

She’s probably feeling better now, but when @nightglider124 said she was feeling under the weather, this little drabble popped in my head. Which is a first for me, as I don’t think I have ever been inspired to write anything RobStar lol. So forgive me if they aren’t perfectly in character! Anyway, I hope you like this Night and I hope you are feeling better!

Human Soup of Sickness

*~*~*

“Ahh...ahhh...chew!”

Even standing outside the door, Robin could easily hear the high pitch sneeze that came from inside a very familiar bedroom. The sound reminded him of a mouse’s squeak and that thought made his lips turn up into a small smile. Looking up at the door, he paused to listen for the voice that made his stomach jump to his throat every time he heard it. The person on the other side released a long, agonizing moan and suddenly any adorable qualities he had associated with her current state were replaced with worries.

He gripped the handle to the oversized mug in his hand and took a deep breath over the intoxicating aroma of chicken and broth that rose from the steaming bowl. His stomach growled at the smell, yearning for a taste, but he shook the treacherous idea out of his head. He would eat later. Right now, she was his first priority, even if that realization made him blush and made his body all sweaty with nerves.

Finally regaining his confidence, he lifted his gloved hand to the door while carefully balancing the cup of soup in his other. After just a quick knock, he heard her voice call through the door.

“Come in!”

Though she had raised it to ensure he would hear, it still came out strained and forced. Very unlike her normally whimsical demeanor. Robin pushed a button on the side of the door and watched it slide open to allow him entrance inside. Her bedroom was still pink as ever, with girly decorations hung all over the walls and furniture. She also had an assortment of random Earth objects that she proudly kept as souvenirs. What was strange, however, were the piles of tissues that covered her bed and slid down to the floor.

“Star?” He questioned with a look that made his mask wrinkle. He looked pointly at the mountain of soiled tissues as they shook and rolled off the bed like an avalanche. Eventually, he saw his very tired and sick friend rise from the pile she had created. Her usual glowing emerald eyes were dulled and a pink tinge outlined the corners of her eyes and puffy nose. Even in her dire state, he still felt his breath hitch in his throat at the natural beauty and soft innocence that radiated off her so easily. Her long and wild rose-pink locks were matted and sticky from sweat and she wore only a nightgown instead of her usual armored uniform. Yet she still managed to flash him a warm smile.

“Greetings, Friend Robin. I apologize for my current unhealthiness. I am beginning to think this is a human disease, for the symptoms have become more severe than as Friend Beast Boy called, a ‘Tamerian Flu.’”

Her voice was still as horse as when she welcomed him in, but she spoke as if everything was normal. It was true that when she had first mentioned she felt under the weather, she had assumed it was a Tamerian version of what they all knew to be the common cold. According to her, the “Tamerian Flu” only lasted for a few days and would not affect her daily responsibilities. All of them had been hesitant to believe her, but the warrior princess was not one to argue with. Still feeling worried when she missed a training session for the first time since they became a team, Robin had decided the sick girl could use a pick me up, and although it was a remedy for human illnesses, he assumed a bowl of warm chicken noodle soup would still feel good going down her throat.

He was still very anxious though, for he had never had to care for another person like this before, especially not a person of the opposite sex. He had depended on his memories of Alfred, his family’s butler, and used those memories to mimic what Alfred would do for him whenever he was not feeling well. That’s what gave him the idea for the soup.

His eyes drifted back to the sea of tissues covering her bed and he fought back the urge to grimace at the contaminating mess. “I’m starting to think so too.” He replied as he stepped closer to her and extended the deep mug in his hands. “I made you some soup. It should help.”

The princess peered at the foreign substance inside the bowl, then glanced up to meet the boy’s eyes that were hidden behind his mask. “Please, what is soup?” She inquired in a hushed, raspy voice.

“It’s uh…” Robin started, but he found it difficult to explain something he just inherently understood. One of the girl’s many quirks was her limited knowledge about human customs. It did, however, forced him to think about seemingly mundane things in a new light, and he welcomed the challenge of seeing things in a different perspective. It was a necessary skill to have in his line of work.

“It pieces of chicken and noodles mixed together in a broth. At this kind is. It’s meant to be warm and easy to eat. Perfect food for when you have a cold.”

She tilted her head like a confused puppy, so Robin took that as his cue to clarify. “A cold as in the human virus, not the weather.”

Her eye light up in understanding and she carefully took the bowl out of his hands and brought it to her lips. She took a deep breath over the thick, brown liquid and a relieved smile appeared on her face. “This smells delightful. Thank you for the Human Soup of Sickness.” She graciously nodded her head as she used one hand to pick up the spoon in the bowl and scooped up a blend of the contents in her meal.

The boy wonder tried his best to stifle his laughter at the phrase she used to describe his offering. “You’re welcome, Star.” He paused for a moment as she brought a spoonful of chicken and noodles to her opened mouth and took a tentative taste. He waited with baited breath for her reaction. Her jade eye widened and he heard a satisfied moan escape her lips.

“This is how you say, quite yummy!”

Robin beamed at her declaration and he stood just a bit straighter, taking pride in her praise. “I’m glad you like it Star. Is there anything else I can get you?”

She took in another spoonful of her soup, before answering him with a nod. “I am in need of some more soft paper.”

“Soft paper?” He muttered to himself as the gears in his head worked out what she had meant. “Oh, tissues! Yeah no problem. I’ll have to run into town to get some though, so it may take a bit.”

She gave another nod of head, a grateful smile on her face. “That is fine. I am appreciative of your kindness, friend.”

The fearless leader felt his cheeks burn with embarrassment and he nervously scratched the back of his head. “Of-a...of course. Happy to help!”

He had spent years training under the most stoic and vigilant detective of all time, and yet here he was reverting right back to his old nervous habits. How was she able to shake him up so badly that he forgot how to contain himself? What was it about this girl that made him act like a teenage boy with a high school crush?

“Can I, uh, get you some medicine or something? Would our medicine work on you?”

The girl responded with a shrug. “Truthfully, I do not know, but I suppose it is worth the shot?”

Robin smirked at her phrasing, but simply nodded his head. “Alright, then I’ll go pick up some tissues and some cold medicine. Until then, enjoy the soup and if you need anything, the rest of the team will be here to help.”

As the boy began to take his leave, the sound of her small voice stopped him in his tracks.

“Friend Robin?”

He looked over his shoulder and met her gaze. The mood in the room had shifted and judging by her crestfallen face and slumped shoulders, he suspected it had changed for the worst. “Yeah, Star?”

The princess dropped her gaze and stared into the soup bowl still in her hands. As innocent as she normally sounded, he had still never viewed her as weak or small. Everything about her was strong and magnificent. She was a force to be reckoned with, and she was always so full of life. It reminded him of her namesake. Nothing burned brighter than the fires of a star. Yet sitting before him, eyes distant and head lowered, she looked like an entirely different person. “I apologize for my current condition. My illness has hindered my ability to contribute to our team.”

Though her voice was strained due to illness, he knew the sorrow laced in it came naturally. He felt a sudden tightness in his chest and an urge to reach out to her, take her in his arms and do whatever it would take to bring back her cheerful smile. Instead, he gave her a sincere grin and spoke with an unusual softness in his voice.

“Hey, you don’t have to apologize for being sick. No one can control that. All you can do is focus on getting better, okay?” To add to his point he flashed her a reassuring smile.

The alien princess felt her cheeks heat up, but she knew it was not from her fever.

“I will do whatever it takes to combat this plague and I swear to be victorious in my battle.” She spoke confidently as she sat up a little straighter. He admired her tediousness, even with something as minor as a common cold.

“Alright Star, but uh, you know you can’t physically fight a virus right? It’s a microorganism that -“

“I know, Friend Robin. I was being the facetious.”

He smirked at his friend’s knowing look and realized that for all her innocence, she certainly picked up on things fast. Without another word, the boy wonder left the room, his cape billowing out behind him. It was the last thing she saw before the large metal door closed shut, leaving her alone once more. But despite being by herself in her room, she still felt oddly better than she had before. Perhaps it was just the soup.