#whenever I call them my favourite brothers ever

[demonvibez]

Ghost!!! Ive had a brainstorm!!!

The obey me characters with an MC that has a huge collection of plushies and stuffies :,,(((

Lucifer who preens each fluffy toy like a bird, Mammon who fights, slaps and kicks each plushie out of jealousy when you're not there to mediate him.

Levi who's planning intricate playdates with his stuffies and MC's stuffies. (He replays the memory in his head a lot when he's alone.) Satan who's using MC's plushies to prop up his books, he laughs when the book falls ontop of the poor stuffed animal.

Asmodeus who dotes and teases his favourite of the pile, sitting the soft toy in his lap so it can watch Asmo do a full skincare routine with him! Beel who scoops as many fluffy friends as he can into his arms to squeeze and cuddle!

Belphegor who lazily sinks into the softness of stuffed animals and takes leisure naps snuggled into the warmth.

Gjgjgkkhkggkfknfgggg I cant get it out of my head :,,|||||

Some of them turn the stuffies the other way when nightly cuddles turns into something more passionate and some of them are a bit meaner (COUGHCOUGHCOUGH LUCIFER ND HIS CORRUPTION KINK COUGHCOUGIGOVCIHCOS)

Okay, this is such a cute little imagine I just :') haha took it and ran a bit...or a lot! hope you enjoy - small suggestive/smutty part at the end, minors do not interact!

word count: 1400+ genre: mostly fluff / some smut (MDNI) tags: fluff, sibling rivalry, gender neutral reader, implied poly mc, exhibitionism, unprotected sex, oral sex, sex on camera rating: mature

It all started when Lucifer had noticed your favorite plushies that you had brought from home on your bed while you were out grocery shopping with Mammon and Asmodeus. He had the bright idea to get a plushie for you himself, and give it to you as a gift. Once his other brothers found out what he had done, of course it launched into a competition, with the other Six giving you plushies as well.

Lucifer is quite serious about the plushie he has given to you - he makes sure it is kept in pristine condition every time he swings by your room. Adorned with many accessories (each imbued with protection spells, unbeknownst to you), the plushie definitely reminds you of him in appearance - of course he would get you a plushie to literally represent him. He even enchanted the plushie to carry his scent, so that when you cuddle with it at night, you can't help but to think of him. He would never admit it, but he put a lot of thought and care into his plushie for you. If he sees any of his brothers even so much as breathe on it incorrectly, he'll make a mental note to add a little extra spice the next time he wants to punish them.

Mammon is naturally the most competitive about the whole thing. Every time one of his brothers gifts you a new plushie friend, he goes right out and buys two more - bigger, better, shinier! NO ONE can outdo The Great Mammon when it comes to giving his human some plushies! He's given you so many that you could make a giant crow's nest out of them that would cover most of your bed. Whenever he comes over, he pushes all of the plushies from his brothers under your bed, arguing that "ya got all these plushies here from yer first man, why the heck would ya need anythin' else?!" and you can't help but to pull him into a tight hug and indulge him once again as you begin your movie night.

You and Leviathan actually exchange stuffies with each other, after it takes you 4 days, 67 texts and three phone calls to get Levi to leave his room after hearing about the small collection you already have from his brothers. Envy floods his brain, convincing him "you would never exchange something like that with him," but you manage to finally make him believe you! And ever since, the lil group of you have a plethora of adventures together. Now when the two of you make cosplays together, you make an additional little mini set for your plushies to wear for your next TSL night! And when he is bored, sometimes Levi can't help but to look back at the photo album of your cosplays together on his DDD fondly.

Satan definitely hates the Lucifer plushie. Like, with every fiber of his infernal being. He would love to set the damn thing on fire - and often has dreams in which he does exactly that - but he loves you more and wouldn't want to hurt you like that, so he gets his own to give you instead. You guys love to have murder mystery parties with the plushies, but had to ban the eldest's plushie from the party when you started to notice it was somehow always the victim. Aside from that, the two of you also enjoy just cuddling up together with his plushie and reading by the fire. You both have tea and cookies while sharing poetry with one another, under the embrace of your favorite fluffy blanket, the plushie snug between the two of you.

Asmodeus makes an entire day of going out shopping for plushies and outfits with you. Little did you know, he had called in a few favors with one of his fashion designer friends to have both the plushies and their outfits custom made to his design. When the two of you get back to his room, you sit down in front of his vanity with your new plushies and start making each other over, in preparation for the fashion show you’re about to have. After getting hair and makeup ready, you slip on your outfits, making sure everything looks just right, both with yourselves and your new stuffed friends. Asmo uses one of the extra plushies from his bed to prop up his DDD to record the fashion show - which still remains at the top of his Devilgram highlight reel.

Beelzebub was probably the only one of his brothers that was unfazed by the whole competitive aspect of this. He was walking back home from fangol practice one afternoon, arms full of bags of food for the two of you from Hell's Kitchen. As he's walking, he notices an adorable plushie in a shop window that reminds him of you. Of course he goes in to buy it, and soon enough he is making a beeline straight home and directly to your room with all of the goodies. He honestly has no idea which he loves more - the look on your face as you eat your favorite Devildom food, or the smile you flash and the glimmer in your eyes as he gives you the plushie. He can't help but to pull you into one of his famous Beel hugs.

Belphegor was feeling a bit bratty when he heard that his brothers were in this stupid little plushie competition for you. He ended up disappearing for a couple of days, nowhere to be found and completely ignoring all attempts to reach him via DDD. You eventually find him upon looking for him in the attic a second time. Upon entering you see him asleep in bed with a giant plushie, one as long as he is tall. You sit on the edge of his bed and call out to him a few times with no reply. After calling his name the fourth time, you reach out to touch him, only to have his tail wrap around you and pull you down into his cuddle pile. He presses a kiss into the top of your head, mumbling something about how ‘he got you this gift because you are his,’ before drifting back off to sleep. You smile and press a kiss to the bottom of his jaw, cuddling closer before joining him in slumber.

When it comes to moments of intimacy, most of the brothers are rather respectful, and don’t like the feeling of the little plushie eyes on them during your love making. Two of the brothers in particular are a bit more devious than the others, though . . .

It was one of those rare evenings where Lucifer was spending time with you in your room instead of his. One thing led to another, and now here you were; the Avatar of Pride thrusting into you as you grip the sheets and moan out his name. Right as you both are about to hit your climax together, Lucifer breaks eye contact with you as he releases, his eyes locking with the Satan plushie right as he fills you with his seed. As he is coming down from his high, a sadistic idea plants himself into the back of his mind. He had been looking for a new way to punish his brothers, and the audience of plushies watching the two of you had proven useful in giving him this devious idea. The next time his brothers did something especially egregious that warranted punishment, he will simply string them up from the ceiling and make them watch as he takes you - even just the idea of it fills him with enormous pride.

One night, after your little fashion show date, things were getting hot and heavy in your room. Asmodeus was making out with you in a rather passionate fashion as your hands found the way to the hem of his shirt, tugging it off. As you begin to pull on his belt, he grabs your hands, a devious smirk on his face and a glint in his eyes. “Wait…I have an idea…” He pushes himself off of your bed, pulling one of Mammon’s plushies along with him. He props the plushie up on the dresser across from your bed before pulling out his DDD, making sure the plushie is holding it and the front facing camera is on. He looks back to you as you nod your consent, and he makes his way back to your bed, peeling off your pants and pushing your underwear to the side, leaning down to taste you as you let out the first of many moans. He would never dream of posting the video anywhere - but he definitely does text you little clips from it to tease you when he is craving more of you.

[yuikomoriemo]

So I'm making a headcanon list-

Pls don't judge

DIABOLIK LOVERS HEADCANONS (MORE WILL BE ADDED)

Since ayato plays basketball as a hobby reiji always scolds him to go for a shower-

Kanato has tea parties with his wax figures,teddy and sometimes forces ayato and laito to be there and dress them up.

Subarus called the police once on reiji(for being irritating)and actually got him arrested- boy- grounded a week-

Ayato likes playing with yuis hair but won't admit it.

Kou has once been accused of homophobia and Queerbaiting but- he retaliated by kissing subaru infront of his possible fans.

Subaru only plays roblox to bully brats offline

Reiji had NO CLUE how to use a Samsung,iPhone,galaxy, NONE AND IT TOOK SHU AND SUBARU MONTHS TO TEACH HIM/ they regretted it because REIJI....HAS A FACEBOOK PAGE

(reijis posts would be about his interest in chemistry which is adorable BUT....HE POSTS CRINGY PHOTOS OF HIMSELF AND ON MORE THAN ONE OCCASION POST HIM PRANKING SHU-)

Yui always makes cookies for the family but as for kanato and ayato.....STALE COOKIES

Cordelia loves watching RuPauls drag race

I think laito is secretly a tik tok sensation

Kanato expects reiji to cook him chocolate cake and sometimes yuma BUT THAT RESULTS IN KANATO CRYING IN A CORNER

The only social media subaru has (apart from MYSPACE) IS TWITTER

Kou sometimes feeds on his fans during concerts for effect (such as his song DEVILS SPIRE)

Shu plays minecraft with yui

Ruki is secretly reading Fifty Shades Of Grey-

Azusa does things to annoy his brothers on purpose so that he'd get hit-

Beatrix always made shu do the little lad dance if he wanted to go out.

Cordelia made kanato do the little lad dance if he wanted candy-

Whenever reiji goes shopping he MUST take kanato even though kanato always wants something but never ever gets it and throws a tantrum.

Karl heinz listens to abba-

Subaru and yuma are hardcore Marliyn manson fans-

Come on- Laitos been to a gay bar at least more than twice lol

Reiji goes to AA meetings (he's a wine/vodka mom-)

Yui had a goth phase at one point and hates to admit it.

Azusa likes to sing when he's alone (The masochism tango-)

Kanatos favourite music artist is Melianie Martenz

Ayato will NEVER ADMIT IT BUT....he had a Justin Bieber phase

Reiji watches full house

Kou and laitos favourite show is Desperate Housewives (laitos reason- let's just say the letters M i l and f) (kous reason- DRAMA)

Subaru made yui watch Moral Orel (ITS A GOOD SHOW BUT- VERY...VERY...DARK)

Yui once asked kanato to wear a dress she bought just out of curiosity

Ayato makes homophobic jokes- (I like dark humour bit that guy would take it to far-))

Subaru paints his nails black

Kanato 100% has BPD

I think yui attempted to murder the sakamakis once in her life-

Kou makes his brothers practice his dances for an upcoming concert.

Yui is a cat person (as in she prefers cats as pets)

Some related to my lgbtq headcanons reiji would've been 100% homophobic in the past

Karlheinz has an onlyfans- (IM SORRY-)

Kanato forces ayato to dress up

Yumas "sugar cubes" are actually just weed mixed with sugar-

Reiji always does the triplets homework assignments

Ayato has tried numerous occasions to make takoyaki for yui since she always makes it.

Azusas music taste is heavy metal-

Laito loves rose bubble baths

Every weekend reiji makes the triplets go out and takes their phones to snoop but immediately gives them back SCARED OF THE THINGS HE SAW (subaru and shu pay their own phone bill- maybe the triplets should do the same-)

Laito loves McDonald's chicken nuggets

Reiji laughs at the idea of gentle parenting (CLAY PUPPINGTON I TELL YA-)

If cordelia was alive she'd totally be the heartthrob on vogue magazine-

When christa is in a good state of mind subaru takes her out to a cafe just to chat.

Reiji always says fiction is rubbish BUT THE NEXT MINUTE HES WATCHING HOWLS MOVING CASTLE WITH YUI-

Beatrix used to make reiji read silly books despite his intellect such of "history of walnuts"

Cordelia whenever she wasn't a heartless bitch to her kids she'd read them bedtime stories from brothers grimm-

If reiji was a dad he'd TRY HIS BEST TO TREAT THEM BOTH THE SAME-

Subaru likes to bring stray cats in his room if they wander in the mansion (Let's see how long that lasts with clean freak reiji-)

Reiji sometimes ONLY SOMETIMES...covers shu up in a blanket when he's sleeping on the couch

Sakamaki Anime

Shu: Kiss him not me

Reiji: Howls moving castle

Laito: ....HELLSING ULTIMATE for the wrong reasons-

Kanato: Junji Ito collection

Ayato:NARUTO

Subaru: YURI ON ICE

Kou follows Harry styles on insta to get fashion tips of his posts for upcoming concerts-

Yui cut subarus hair one time ...PHHHHHHHH....IT DIDNT GO WELL...

Karl used to make the triplets play jenga for 2 hours straight just to entertain himself with their arguments.

Yuma once gave yui his SUGAR CUBES....she wanted more it felt better than being bitten 4752226775444 times A DAY

OK SO...The wedding night- cordelia totally got drunk on purpose and slapped her bridemaids for staring at Karl and then sobbed when Karl yelled at her-

Laito once bought edible-(stuff I can't say but you can guess-) AND FORGOT ABOUT IT ONE TIME ONLY TO HAVE REIJI SMACK THE SHIT OUT OFF HIM WHEN HE FOUND IT

Ayato and subaru sometimes team up to annoy laito

Ok- this one might be offensive so I apologise in advance, on many occasions reiji would be absolutely pissed after having a jehova witness at the mansion door

Beatrix tried cordelias wine and they both ended up actually getting along for once

@yuma-mukami-garden-god @notdiabolika @diabolikpersonals

[unabashednightmarepizza]

𝑆𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐺𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑒

Summary: Black Family sucked. That's what your friends, your family and boyfriend said. They were obsessed with being "pure" and ready to do anything to achieve that... But none of you would have known exactly what measures they would go.

A/N: I went overboard with this one, and had to seperate it to two parts. So, hopefully, next week, you guys will have a second part. But I'm sleepy while uploading this so... Forgive me if there are some mistakes, I'll fix them later. REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

Trigger Warning: Mentions of torture and abuse, some very slight make out mentions(?), typical Black family, 8.2K words.

Pairing: Regulus Black x Pureblood!Fem!Reader

Prompts: "No one makes me smile the way you do.", "I've always loved that about you.", " I know I don't say it a lot, but I really do love you." and "You're all I'll ever need to feel better." from this prompt list ; 3,6,7,8,9, 19, 22, 29, 30 and 31 from the kissing prompts 4 of my "SUMMER CELEBRATION" event.

Part2

Regulus wasn't seen.

It wasn't like he wasn't at the school where you both called your home, he definetly was. There were glimpses of him in lessons, or Quidditch practices, there were slight whispers of his rich and silky voice as he spoke to his friends in the Great Hall, one that you could always catch no matter where or when. It was the same voice that whispered you sweet good mornings, the same voice that told you soft spoken, full of love and adoration, words as he danced with you in somewhere away from the prying eyes, his own blue-ish gray ones looking extra ethereal and captivating at the moonlight that shone on both of you, contouring his sharp face so beautifully that often left you speechles.

Speechles at how this amazing, caring and loving boy was yours. And he often felt the same about you, about how lucky he was for finding you in that library corner, drowning in books and hair messy, at his lowest point.

A point where no one really made it an effort to listen to him, to know him.

By his friends, his parents... His own brother.

But, even if he wasn’t heard or seen by his family, Regulus Black was seen in Hogwarts, by many others... But not you.

Not today.

He was avoiding you.

It hurted you whenever he distanced himself. He often did this, but even then, he would tell you that he just needed to be alone and gather his thoughts after a kiss to your forehead and then return a few hours later with your favourite dessert from one of the house elves. They even learnt when to bake them for him and you, after witnessing how bice you treated them and such, they were happy to stay awake a few more hours so that you two could be happy.

And of course, you understood that everyone could need some alone time in this hectic life, Regulus more than anyone, but this much of being alone...

He didn't even come to dinner time, instead saying some bullshit about wanting to sleep and tell you to eat with your friends after a soft kiss to your cheeks and a short kiss to your lips. He would always lay some on your lips, and even pepper your whole face with them. His kisses were always so passionate, they left you a breathless mess at the place he kissed you, making you jump on him as you both laughed in delight.

Be it his dorm, you would jump on the bed and you two would play fight, looking into each others eyes as he would hover over you, a hand on your waist with a thight grip as his breath fanned your face, his nose touching yours as he would muzzle his to your neck. You are beautiful, he would whisper before his kisses would turn urgent and you both’s clothes would soon be thrown away at somewhere.

Regulus Black was a passionate young man, someone who felt deeply... But that passion was slowly dying.

And it was your greatest fear coming true.

“Excuse me, guys... I don’t have an appeatite...” you slowly got up as you looked at them, apologizing with your eyes. People always thought them to be such fuckers but Barty and Evan, as long as they weren’t in their teasing romance, were actually great friends of you and Regulus... Barty was the first one who adopted you in the group, back before you were sorted in any houses, in the train and... Perhaps, you were the only one they loved in another house.

“Where are ya goin’? Ya haven’ eaten anythin’?” Barty pointed to your plate as a sheepish look came over you, lips tugging to a sweet smile, hoping that he would let it pass. He wouldn’t have fallen for the puppy eyes, not for the 97th time, had Evan not pointed to who was missing on their table as well.

“looking for her boyfriend, I see...” you gave a sad smile at Evan as he nodded to the entrance of the Great Hall. He, too, was aware that something was... more wrong with the Black as well, but none of them could come close enough to question him without getting blasted off. “Go. That boy never admits, but he is very dependant on you... He needs you.”

But, if there was anyone who could do that... And perhaps, it was you he wanted to have with him, it would be you.

He had seen from first-hand experience how good you affected the boy, how he seemed happier. Though he would always tease him for the heart eyes he sent your way, or how he would get up from his seat and hug you at the entrance of the Great Hall as soon as he sees you, and also accompany you to his side as you talked with his friends and then, sit with you in your side of the table with your friends at lunch time or dinner, he was glad he found some solace in you.

He was aware of the “pureblood nonsense” most “pureblood” families believed in, his and Blacks for example, and did anything to make their children believe in it too. Regulus was still considered lucky in his eyes, for having Sirius protecting him since he didn’t have someone that would protect him.

And now that they were friends, there was no way in hell that he would allow him to relapse into those bad thoughts that could never actualy stop swirl in his head.

You beamed at Evan as your sprinted from them, Evan yelling after you that they would bring some food for you two while Barty hissed about you not doing any funny business. Evan elbowed him hard as Barty whined about how Regulus was becoming soft, and pink, and domestic around him so much that he couldn’t take it anymore. I love our girlie, and cold bitch of a friend but they both make me... sick...

You couldn’t care less about what they said though. Your mind was only on Regulus and how in pain he looked earlier, even when he tried to hide it behind his steel look. You wondered if it was the anniversary of his brother leaving him behind, but quickly checked it out. Maybe his parents were strict and harsh to him again? But he always said he was used to their harsh ways of teaching...

And now that you stopped in front of the the door seperating you from the Slytherin Common Room... You realized that you didn’t know much about your own boyfriend as much as you were supposed to. And that thought made you frown as you looked down for a moment. You knew how... intense things can get with the “pureblood thing”, even though your family wasn’t that harsh when it came to that ideology, you could only imagine what was going on behind the Black household’s closed door by what Sirius had told you.

Pain, screams and suffering enough to make even the strongest wizard or witch cry their eyes out, just to escape, just to... end it all.

Much like the sniffles coming from insidehis dorm after you entered, sniffles that did nothing to ease your nervousness.

And there he was, your absolutely soft and loving and perfect boyfriend, laying on his side as he clutched his cushion thightly while sobbing uncontrollably , his body heaving up and down as his cries rolled off his tongue and reached your ears. Your heart clenched painfully at the heartbroken boy before you, twisting an invisible knife deeper and deeper with each of his cries as you slowly walked up to him and sat down on the bed, alerting him to your presence before putting your hand on his shoulder and caressing his shoulder comfortingly with sad eyes.

“Reggie...” you knew how he hated that nickname, even throwing a fit to Evan how he didn’t like, though he always said he preferred only you to say it, so when he didn’t react even at that name, you sprinted to his other side after applying a locking charm to the door, guessing he would want to be alone with you right now withour anyone barging in.

At first, he tried to deny you and your touch, but you were persistent. When you said yes to date him, you made a promise to him that day: even if your ways split, you would still be there for him through thick and thin.

You wouldn’t ve another person who left him alone.

“I’m not leaving, I’m here... You’re safe, Regulus...”

And perhaps, it was the way your voice so softly comforted him and how your hands glided through his black curls, or maybe he was too tired after crying his heart out. Whatever it was, he suddenly got up and launched at you, burrying his face to your neck as you sat down on your butt and swayed him from side to side like a baby. Regulus was a man who fought until his last breath, someone who rebelled silently, someone who stood on his ground so strictly that you often thought there would be nothing that could break him.

What happened to him to make him turn into a mess?

What did they do this time?

He was talking, rambling about how bad it was and how she was gonna kill him for it but you didn’t know what “it” was. Your frown hardened by each passing second as his rambles got more intense with fear, fear of his own mother.

“ I-I h-had to leave... I had to leave there, Y/N! They... They wanted-“ another choked sob raked through him as you hugged him even thighter than previously, lifting his head in a hurry and desperately searching for your eyes, to see if you believed him, if you were trully there, if you were... real.

You held onto his face softly, running your thumb up amd down through the bridge of his nose as you kissed his lips to prove to him that you were real, and he was safe in Hogwarts, making him feel all of you as his tears wet your lips, leaving a bitter taste at your tongue.

Not from the salty taste, but the pain they held.

Your mind already finished his sentence without him actually doing so. Because there was only one thing you both feared, one thing that kept him awake at most nights...

One thing that made him cry onto your shoulders that much...

“Did they... Did they do it?” your shaky whisper shook him from the half-trance he was in, and your question made you shiver as if You-Know-Who’s hands were around your neck, your shoulders, the death and chaos that followed him around reeking even in the comforting bubble you two had in Regulus’ dorm.

He shook his head as his hands twisted the silk of your robe. “No... Bella came to the house, said that she wanted to take me to him... The Dark Lord. She said it would be an honor to fight for his cause...” he paused  to gulp down the bile that rose to his throat, clenching his eyes shut and focusing on your comforting smell and warmth. He slowly calmed down and looked at you with his ocean blue eyes, wondering how it was possible for you to net be like his own family, how you were so kind and different than others. When he first saw you in the Great Hall, everyone was looking at you in awe, some were jealous and some were scared. Mostly half-bloods and muggle-borns who was now aware of your family and how in danger they were with a school full of purebloods who mostly wanted to get rid of them.

But just as your kindness and warmth eased him many times, they eased those who once feared you as you welcomed them all happily with open arms, making them promise to turn to you if something were troubling them. You proved everyone that you and your family wasn’t like those psychopaths who was hellbent on killing them, even if it made you be branded as “blood-traitor”. You didn’t seem like you cared much about it, rather spending time with your friends even when nasty Slytherins threw insults at you. All you did was to flip them off and go back to whatever you were doing...

And this was why he hesitated to talk to you at the beginning, both from his family status and the nasty comments that would be thrown at you from his house in Hogwarts. He thought you were only kind to muggle-borns and half-breeds since they were being bullied constantly and, harsh to the purebloods who insulted you.

And he was a pureblood... which meant that you would defiently flip him off and even hurt him.

Which proved to be wrong soon, when he cautiously walked up to you in potion class and asked for help as you turned around and gave him a wide smile as you patted the spot next to you. He didn’t want to think back to how close you two were as you listed the ingredients behind him and looked from his head and down at the cauldron to see if he was doing it right.

But it was the happiest he had ever been as you smiled at him and patted his back proudly as you called for the Professor and showed him your works. That was the moment he realized that he could talk to you without any fear, and also, come to you with some of his problems whether you were able to solve them or not. But perhaps, the biggest discovery about his first meeting with you was...

Knowing deep down that he would fall for you, and your dedication for those close to you.

He was proven right, and it was also a joy to realize this as much as it pained him.  He knew with what kind of burden he came, and he didn’t want to do that to you. It wasn’t fair to such a sunshine person like you. But he had been a bit more selfish than he wanted to admit in his life, and he needed a light... A hope that showed him, told him that his days that was often covered with darkness would be gone soon.

He didn’t know what he did to deserve you, to have you return his feelings almost 2 years ago, but he was so damn glad to Merlin that you were in his life, that you were his light, his saviour.

Just a few minutes ago, he was miserable and scared and didn’t know what else to do. He felt like he was cornered like a wild, hurt animal, not knowing or seeing a way out.

But at least... He had you, he would always have you.

It wasn’t like he didn't come clean with this, his family and how they supported Voldemort. It was actually one of the main reasons that even if he loved you, his heart called for you, he would never try to court you. He couldn’t bring himself to be the reason your smile would fall, the reason you would be dragged into his mess.

But still... Both of you naively thought that he had more time, that you both had more time to act like a normal couple living a pink romance.

That was what you wanted to have. For Regulus to feel safe and happiness, away from the tragedy that was his family.

Apparently, Merlin had other plans.

“B-But... You’re still in school? I thought they wouldn’t...” your voice died down as horror filled you for what was coming to your ways. You were aware of their bond with the Dark Lord, and that they would make either him or Sirius join the DeathEaters too. Sirius was safe now that he ran away and seeked help from James, and you were happy for him. Sirius, James and Remus were your friends anyways, you loved hanging out with them or tutoring them.

Which meant almost all the time.

They were nice people, happy to help you at any time and anywhere, or well, every person who they loved and cherished...

That was exactly why you didn’t understand when Sirius appeared in James’ house alone, leaving his little brother, 14 at that time, alone in such a “hellhole”.

Alone and defenceless, crying much like now as he curled in a ball...

But deep down, you knew that Sirius was worried about him too. You knew him, and listened to him as he cried to you about how he wasn’t used to feeling safe and how worried sick he was for his brother. Something must have happened for Regulus to not let him come with his brother, and Sirius to not drag him away from that house.He, after all, was a stubborn little shit whether the situation was good or not.

 But whatever it was that made both of them not to talk for months and reconcile, it came back to bite everyone’s ass.

“I know, love... I know...” he kissed the tip of your nose as he tried to comfort you back, feeling your fear as his. That was one of the reasons why he fell for you: You felt everyone’s pain even when they really didn’t deserve it.

And though he liked watching you get protective and help someone out while he stood behind and admired you, the tears sitting at the corner of your lovely eyes did nothing but break him even more as he wiped them away, kissing just under your eyes softly, afraid of inflicting you with even more pain.

“That’s what I said, that I should finish school first but... Mother said it was full of dirty wizards and witches, muggleborns and half-bloods. She said I was better off without all those scums....” your brows furrowed at how Walburga Black was so... full of hatred at those who wasn’t like her, her sons included. You probably never saw another human who was so full of hatred, her negativity pouring as venom, trying to poison everyone just as she once was. You had a good guess of why she was like this, why she always threw hatred and so many curses on practically everyone.

After all, none of her sons turned out to be like the Black family. Both of them didn’t support the “Pureblood nonsense” like they did, and Sirius was brave enough to rebel against them while Regulus did it more silently. He showed himself to be just like the perfect Black heir, did everything they asked for and stood tall against them.

He wasn’t brainwashed by them, and though they weren’t proud of him- and could never be- You were so damn proud for him, just like a certain older brother.

You didn’t know it but Regulus, had it been not for you, he feared he would have actually believed in them and what they said, solely for the reason that he wanted them to love him, to acknowledge him as a son. They wanted perfection and he wanted to be perfect, he needed to be perfect.

Because if he wasn’t... Who would he be to anyone?

You are Regulus Arcturus Black, he remembers you telling him after he finally came clean to you about what was in his mind, after asking you out. He was so sure you would decline, laugh it off or anything remotely that told him you didn’t feel the same, before he felt your soft hands slowly taking hold of his downcasted head as his eyes widened in surprise at how... content you looked with the same smile that ignited a fire deep in his soul that it never died, and would never do.. And you are a great man who is kind, strong and powerful, brave too! You are my favourite person in the whole world and I’ll spend an eternity reminding of who you are... Starting with, my boyfriend.

Silence scretchted between you two as he smiled softly at the memory, a perfect one to cast a Patronus perhaps. He desperately wished that this was one of those times you sneaked into his dorm for a nightly fate when he would for sure know that you would scare away all the demons in his head...

But unfortunately, the reality was something else. Something even more demonic and evil than the usual nightmares that haunted him.

Something that tore both him and you apart by how scary it was.

“What did you do... Regulus, did you do it?” he didn’t speak, just took your hands and put them on his sleeve, wanted you to look yourself. Because he didn’t have enough energy anymore. Suddenly, as you slowly pulled his sleeve up, the reality of what would have happened if he didn’t fight against them crashed him.

He would never see you saunter into the Great Hall every time, he wouldn’t sneak out in the middle of the night to have a late night date with you, he wouldn’t be the one to walk with you to your next class, he wouldn’t wait for you for food, he wouldn’t go to Hogsmeade and look at you as you begged to have some more candy from Honey &Dukes, he wouldn’t watch as yougot embrassed cutely...

He wouldn’t be there to love you, and you wouldn’t be there to love him.

You took a sharp intake of breath as you felt his skin over his dress shirt, as if somehow, you would feel the dark tint of the skull and snake symbol over his forearm. You would never judge him, never dare to do such thing. How could you, when you knew how much pain he would have to endure for it, knowing how much it would hurt him?

If that happened, if he yielded and accepted-or rather forced to- you would surely feel helpless and scared, for him. But then, there would absolutely be nothing stopping you from taking him to safety, and possibly going apeshit crazy at them for doing something, something he didn’t want to, on him.

“I just... I just wanted to be enough, for them t-to just... love us.” Your heart broke as stray tears escaped your eyes at how broken he sounded, how even amidst his pain, he still cated for his brother. Regulus took your silence and gasp as a bad sign, he murmured sadly with his eyes downcasted once more as he rubbed your tender flesh. He already felt like a total douchebag, including the voice that screamed at him that he was just like his family with you crying in front of him and him not being able to do anything, that he didn’t deserve anything good in life. And your soft cries didn’t help how he already felt helpless either.

“Don’t cry, love... I know that’s stupid but-“

“No it's no... Not if it’s making you feel like this...” you murmured as you took his hand between yours, squeezing his elegant and long fingers one by one as a way to comfort him as he smiled down at you, seated on his bed as the silky green color complimented you in the best way possible. His eyes looked at your body as the light casted on you made you look ethereal and take his breath away with your beauty. He looked down at your hands as they caressed his hands and wrist comfortingly, before pulling it up to reveal... smooth skin, without any dark ink covering it.

But...

Your hands stopped at feeling a bump on his perfect skin... A bump that wasn’t to be there... Alongside with bruises and yellow-ish tints on his arm...

“T-They... They did crucio o-on you?” you stammered out as you lofted his arm closer to yourself, looking between him and the bruises he had with wide eyes.

“Bella...” he said sadly as his hands clutched your arm thight, as if his life depended on you. And in a way, it did. You were his whole life, the only thing he had, and he would be nothing without you. “She did it, later mother beat me and threw insults and crucio at me...”

“I didn’t even say anything at first... Until she included you.  How she would destroy you, ruin you since you were being a distraction to me and what was more important.” He explained as he took your hands between his and kissed them, a gesture that often left you a blushing mess, and continued. “That’s when I decided that it was enough. That all the pain she inflicted on us, on me was over. I had a life, my life... I would never let her or anyone hurt you, so I fought back and... well, you know the rest.” He mumbled shyly as he peered at you, trying to determine what the effect of his words were to you. Flushed cheeks and wide eyes? That’s something he expected. Shuffling like a cat in embrassment? Also expected, that was something you usually did with him which was another thing that he found adorable.

But what wasn’t expected was what left your mouth.

“I’ve always loved that about you...” you whispered out eith softest eye possible and this time, it was the Regulus Black who blushed.

“What do you mean?”

You shrugged your shoulders as he frowned, but upon you not looking at him and the sudden urge to hide yourself, he smirked and threw his arms around your waist to pull you against him as he nuzzled his face to your neck while your hands played with his curls. He was glad that once sad and bad vibe left to a more pleasant and happy one as he shared this moment with you, with hugging and kissing.

You giggled as the ticklish feeling his lips left on yourbskin made you groan while trying to stop him, so that you could get those words out. You loved his kisses and how they made you feel, but you had to say this... Or else it would eat you alive, and then you would be frowning the whole next day.

“I mean-hey, stop! I’m trying to be romantic here!” you swatted his hand away as it slowly slithered upwards aling the expanse of your naked back, ruhhing circles on the flesh there as he hummed. “I thought it was my thing, love?”

“Yeah, but now, I changed it! It’s mine now, you did it a lot. Now, will you please listen, my pretty and handsome boyfriend?”

“Hmm... Gotta think, love... Maybe after a kiss?” he wiggled his brows playfully as you rolled your eyes but did so, smiling into the soft and lingering kiss you both shared.

Ugh, this boy... Always looking for way to smooch me...

“Now that you had your kiss,” you said after being parted from him, panting at the intensity of the kiss and trying hard to not dive back at the sight of his pink and swollen lips, you continued with a finger idly rubbing his lips and then his beauty mark under his chin.

“I love your brave heart. Even if you might not think so, you have been standing up against them for so long and you, protecting me even if I wasn’t there further proves it...” you looked at him with a kind look and took his hand to place it on your chest, right where your heart was as you continued.

“I love how you always know how to make me smile, no one makes me smile the way you do, my days better and surprise me. I love how you always seem like you don’t care but actually listen when there is something we, any of us, want or when something is bothering us.”

“I love how thoughtful you are, even when it breaks you... Just like how when Sirius left home, and you came to me crying. Not because you felt anger or hatred, which would have been understanable by the way, but rather joy. Joy, because you knew that it was a new start for him so that he could live a normal life even if it killed you.” A scoff left you in the middle of your speech  remembering how your best friend left his little brother like that but soon disappeared when you remembered how broken he was when he talked about his brother.

Regulus, though, was in shock. Because no one in his life had ever been that thoughful and attentive to the way he felt. No one really saw what was hidden behind his strong façade but yet again, you weren’t “no one” and he was always going to be understood.

From now on, and until forever.

“you don’t think I’m... broken? Bad?” he mumbled as he looked at you through his lashes, head down but still smiling. Your heart soared for the boy before you and you leant down to capture his lips with yours, but not before uttering one lost heartfelt sentence.

“All I know is that I love you, that you deserve everything good in life.”

Regulus sniffled once more as he accepted your kiss, humming happily as he allowed you to deepen it. Little shocks went through his body and he wondered if you felt it too but didn’t dwell on it more. He only accepted your unconditional love.

“I know I don’t say it out loud much, but I really do love you so much... You’re all I’ll ever need to feel better.”

“And I love you, love... So much.” You whispered silently, kissing the topnof his head as he thightened his hold on you. Everything was nice and silent once more, only the sounds from the crickets and owls reaching both of your ears. You kissed his head, his forehead and cheek contionously while he laughed, genuinely laughed since he came back, while trying to make you stop. He knew trying to physically stop you wouldn’t work, so he opted for other ways.

Like, kissing you desperately from your neck as he breathed out to tour most sensitive part of the column of your neck, gracefully out only for him to kiss, to mark.

And he wasn’t wrong. When you felt his hot lips on your neck trailing wet and fast kisses up and down your neck, you gasped and let him do as he wanted. Your legs opened for him to step between them, hovering over you with both of his hands on each side of your head as he gazed at you with love and clear desperation. At that moment, you two weren’t just two lovers who were fucking around.

You two were soulmates that understood each other on another level.

He suddenly stopped his ministrations and just looked down at you from above you for a few seconds before sighing dejectedly.

“I don’t want to live there... But I don’t know where-“

“You are not going back to that place, Regulus. Not again, I won’t allow it.” You sternly cut him as you rose up on your hands, brows knitted together while you pushed yourself up as he lowered back and looked at you as if you were crazy.

“B-but... I have nowhere else to go! They would cut me off of the tapestry and disown me! Sirius had James and-“ he exclaimed in distress as he started to shake again, shaking his head at the sudden panic of the reality and what he was supposed to do. He was so caught up in the comfort he had after so long that he had forgotten about what was waiting for him.

His mother with her wand out to use even mkre gruesome punishments, forcing him to come to their meeting and kill innocents...

He couldn’t get help if they did it, and how would his brother look at him if he were to get that damned mark? He already didn’t consider him as a brother, he would definetly refuse to have anything to do with him after he sees it.

And you? How would you accept him like that? A vicious killer who would have to work for the Dark Lord even if it was the last thing he wanted?

You wouldn’t deserve it, you wouldn’t want it, you wouldn’t love him, you wouldn’t accept him, he would be all alone and then be killed as-

“And you have me..! You could stay with me and my family, you know they would do anything to protect us.”

Your desperate call for him was what made him come back to his senses, from the panic attack he had at just thinking about the possibilities. He didn’t register what you said at first. Inside his mind, there seemed to be a constant whirl and buzzing sound as if he was fighting back against a huge storm and he was just... trying, trying and trying but failing in the end.

But it was because he tried to do it alone. He was never allowed to ask for help since it was a “sign of weakness” as his father called it, but now that he had a different circle of people, different friends and above all you, he didn’t have to fear anything.

The way Regulus broke down at the mere mention of his family house( something that was supposed to be comforting) broke you, the sight of the kind boy you knew being treated that way... You couldn’t allow it anymore. There was no way you were letting him go to that house, back into Walburga’s waiting arms as she was waiting to point that damned wand to her own son and mercilessly torture him.

And, to prevent it, a bright idea came to your mind. Sure, there was a potential that your parents would be shocked, more likely have questions as to why they were hosting the boy but thwy would understand... and hopefully help him out.

“You know how my mum adores you, they would gladly help us both.” You weren’t lying to comfort him or yourself, it was true. Last summer, when you brought him to your house after he told something about his whereabouts to his mother, he stayed with you and he would always be thankful for what you did for him that summer. Because those 3 months were the best he had in a long time. At first, when he witnessed the pure love and care there was between all of you, he felt jealous and angry.

Jealous because he didn’t have, and could never have, what you had. He felt the bitter pangs of knives every time you kissed your parents, they brought you home made meals to your room as you showed him the cool muggle books or listened to songs on your bed as you held hands and looked at each other with lovesick smiles. The way you bravely sneaked into the guest room just to fall asleep with him, to comfort him so that he didn’t feel alone changed him in a way, made him more brave.

You didn’t have to know, but your mum always checked on him during night to see if he was doing fine and smiled whemever she saw you both sleeping while hugging each other as if your lives depended on it.

But even when he was jealous of you and your parents, though never serious, he had a clear mind to judge the situation and then... he realized how they included him to their casual lifes as well, just like you did.

It was like a famy thing, huh?

How your mother requested him to come to the kitchen and later taught him how to cook some meals, tasted what she cooked and even helped her out around the house all the while listening to her talk shit about almost every family in the wizarding world, except Weasleys, with a huge smile on his face.

He could never dare to do that in his own house, but here, in your own... He was sitting with your mother on the kitchen with a cup of tea and biscuits while they talked and talked. She took after her mother, both inner and outer beauty, he would think as he gazed at the way your mum talked and even threw some praises at him here and there which didn’t fail to make him blush.

He really wanted to be a part of that life, he needed it... He had never been happier than he was at that time and to hear you say that he could be...

“I can? You... Promise?” he hopefully asked with tears in his eyes as you nodded uour head immediately, bringing him for yet another hug as you kissed his nape softly.

“Yes, I promise. You and I, forever and then even more... Remember?” he suddenly surged forward and took your face in his hands, inhaling your shampoo before diving for a passionate kiss as his hands wrapped themselves around your waist and pulled you to his lap. He poured all his love and gratitude into it, teeth clashing together as his lips and tongue desperately searched for yours.

You squealed but then moaned slightly at how hot you suddenly felt, how his movements and kiss heated you up more than normal. This kiss wasn’t normal, this side of Regulus wasn’t normal. He normally was someone who showed his love silently, who kissed you under shadows. You understood it well, he wasn’t a man who liked to show off with physcial affection and rather made his silent care work its magic.

But right now, this Regulus was fragile and sensitive, and his desperate kisses showed it too as he wanted you to... know it.

And Merlin, did you know it...

You held onto his neck and hair as your lips moved against his lips, leaning him back amd making him lay on his back as your body laid on his flush, chest to chest. The kiss was everything you both wanted, it has been so long since he deprivee both himself and you from each other but it wasn’t the time for it to lead to something more.

Not when he was so in pain, and need of comfort.

Besides, there was something else that needed to be talked about if you were doing what you were planning to do. Some people that needed to know, who would gladly move the entire universe for the boy below you

You shyly looked at him with a troubled look and Regulus’ brows knitted together as he worriedly took a hold of your face in his warm palms. “Is something wrong, my love? Was it too much?”

You looked at him in amazement, the fact that he still thought about your comfort when he was the one who needed it bedazzled you. But like you said, it was a trait you loved about him, perhaps the the best one.

You shook your head while taking a huge breath in. “No, love... It was quite... enjoyable.” You flushed under his teasing smirk, cursing at him for making you feel like a little kid being offered candy inside your mind as you cleared your throat and got off of him to sit next to where his body was now leaned back against the head of his bed. He was looking at you with confusion and slight worry, wondering ehat was on your mind as his hand wandered to your knee and rubbed it gently. To not give him any more scare any longer, you took in his glorious sight and continued.

“There are two more people who you could turn for help to.”

That was something you both talked about a lot, who he would turn to if shit went wrong and he had to act quick with his escape. You always knew that Regulus shouldn’t stay in that house even a moment longer, but he insisted that he was fine and assured you that everything was under his control with a swift kiss to your forehead.

So you kept your silence. You didn’t talk about it again until he would want to, but still... You told Sirius about the awful things they did to Regulus as he listened with clenched jaw and asked him if there was anything he could help with when the time comes.

Not if... When.

Because everyone knew that the inevitable was waiting right outside the door, and there was no stopping it.

And he of course, immediately offered himself which you declined for the time being since Regulus still believed that he hated his brother. You watched how broken he suddenly seemed after you said it but still nodded, knowing how he fucked everything up by not grabbing him with himself as he left, and gavr you their uncle’s name.

“He is a good man, also like us who didn’t believe in their ways... If there is anyone that could help, it’s him.”

Regulus tilted his head to you as if asking what you meant,  how the hell it was possible that there would be more people who could help him, and with a sigh, you looked at his eyes. “Your uncle Alphard and... Sirius.”

“No... My uncle? That’s fine. But Sirius... He hates me, love. He showed me how he felt about me! He wouldn’t want anything to do with me!” he got up from his bed hastily in panic and went to the open window as he leant over it with his hands in his hair, welcoming the fresh and cool air into his lungs.

You understood where he was coming from, knowing little pieces about how that night went between them and how he... did a lot for Sirius that night, something he didn’t know and probably would never. Some harsh words were apparently exchanged between them and even if they both knew that the other didn’t mean it...

It didn’t hurt any less.

Regulus thought that Sirius chose James over his own brother and hated him for being the way he is.

Sirius thought his little brother wad ashamed of the person he was, how he always caused trouble even as toddlers and made him get hurt even though he would mostly be the one taking the blame for him.

And you thought that the Black brothers were stupidest motherfuckers in the whole world.

Your arms fell helplessly on the bed as you watched Regulus break down, almost, again. You never felt this helpless in your life, and your gut told you that the reason of his agitation was partly because he hated himself for making you go through this, but...

You promised him one year ago that no matter what happens, you would be there for him.

Always.

“No, my love... Sirius loves you and cares about you. I know, because I listened to him as he cried in James’ house.” You walked up to him slowly, took his hand and stood before him as your hand crept up towards his sculpted face and rubbed his cheek softly before tiptoeing and kissing each side of his cheek as he smiled and exhaled slowly.

At that time, things were tense for them. So much so that it affected the school as well.  Sirius was still on edge because of his parents, worried sick for both Regulus and himself, thinking that they were planning something evil about himself. Regulus was hurt because his brother left him, for James, and even called him his “brother” which didn’t seem anything friendly to the poor, young boy who was drowning in his insecurities. It didn’t matter that he was already thinking about also running away, to you probably, but he wasn’t abandoning a brother for another one in his eyes and therefore blamed Sirius for being selfish.

But, as much as you understood both Regulus’ frustration and Sirius’ anger, you also knew that your friend and the older brother of your lover would drop everything to help his little brother out of that shithole.

“Just... Talk to him. Because I know you, you would regret not doing so if you don’t do it.” You sighed out tiredly, the later hours into the night catching up to you as you begged him softly, hoping that he would accept. A part of you feared that he wouldn’t, and tey to solve this by himself like always...

But you were his weakness, the reason he rebelled back and changed his future unknown to either one of you.

He would kill for you, die for you, live for you and turn the whole universe upside down if he had the power.

“Okay... Will you... Will you also be there? For me?” he softly smiled and kissed your nose, leaning his forehead to yours as he waited for your answer with a small smile. You smiled before kissing him deeply, slowly as your lips lingered on his and he closed his eyes slowly as if to savour this moment. You tugged him towards bed with a whine. “ Forever and always... Now, come back to bed.”

At that, a playful smirk found his face since you came in his room. “Now, I thought we could get to that lever later in our relationship, love.” You blushed heavily at how that one innocent sentence seemed so... cozy and something a married couple would say. You hid your face at the sudden flashes of you two being married, living your dreams in a cottage far way from everyone came before your eyes before punching his arm. It didn’t do anything of course, that boy was fit contrary to what people thought by his lanky figure, except making him laugh and kiss your hairline.

“You’re so adorable when you blush... Alright, let’s go and sleep.” You smiled as you watched him get under his duvet and groan in relief when he found a good position to sleep, blushing at how the expanse of his back flexed with each of his movements. You sighed in relief at seeing that he would finally fall into a comforting sleep and moved to quitely get out of his dorm when his monotone yet curious voice reached you, halting you in your steps.

“And, where do you think you are going?” he asked matter of factly as you stood there like a deer, with a hand on the doorknob as you slowly turned to look at him sitting down on his bed and laying halfway down with his torso out. “Uh... Going back to my dorm?”

“And who said you could?” he raised a brow at you questioningly as you laughed awkwardly, turning fully to him with your arms crossed in front of your chest as you looked down at him hesitated.

“I thought you would want to... be-“

“Trust me, love, being alone is the last thing I need right now... I need you...” he shyly said, his cockiness suddenly disappearing as he opened the duvet and offered you to come and sleep with him. His chuckle of disbelief made you scoff at him as you went up to him and got under it without making him repeat himself. He chuckled once more as he pulled you towards him, snuggling to you as your arms wrappes around him and soon you both fell asleep to the comforting embrace of your lover.

When he arrived in his room, he was terrified of going back to Grimmauld House and be forced to accept the Dark Lord’s way. He felt as if there was no other option for him, and he even mentally prepared himself to break up with you to save you from the tragedy. But as you slowly came back to his bed and sat down before inching closer to him and settling right next to him on the single bed, your bodies flushed together as you laid your hand on his chest, right where his heart was beating loudly, he felt hope blossom in his chest.

Even if he chuckled and tried to play the cool Regulus to hide how these all meant a lot to him

He fell asleep peacefully with you between his arms and this time, rather than those nightmares that decorated his dreams as he only saw his mother and the red hue of the cruciotus curse, he now dreamed of future.

A future where he was happy with you, in a country-side...

A future where you would be waiting for him with just as warm and soft embrace, continuing to lighten his days just as you are doing just by existing...

A future where he is safe and happy, with the family you two might create, a family that would be completely different than the one he has.

And, for the first time in 16 years, he had a good nights of smorning.yoy btoh laid under his duvet together, not caring about the teasing he would face the next morning.

[jorjafrozen]

trolls headcanons because i’m bored!! i have a couple other posts on my @obesessedwithjohndory account however im posting this from my phone and can’t get into that account on here but anyways enjoy the hcs <3

john dory and branch hatched early, bruce and floyd were late, clay was right on time

john dory is named after rosipuff’s husband/ the boys’ grandpa who died before he was born

john dory gives branch a pair of old goggles and he wears them whenever they go to events etc

the glasses branch wears in both ‘perfect’ scenes in the movie originally belonged to john dory when he was a baby

john dory is like spencer from icarly, they always tease him for never having friends his own age etc because he lives in pop village and hangs around with branch, floyd, poppy etc and they’re significantly younger than him

bruce’s favourite song is the copacabana

bruce loves seeing his kids play with their uncles

sometimes when critics come to review his restaurant he gets his brothers to come for support because despite them always leaving good reviews he always gets really anxious

bruce would love the troll version of gordon ramsay but would definitely not want him coming to his restaurant because he’d probably pass away

his kids didn’t believe he was in a band because he was very hesitant of putting brozone songs on etc

he teaches them the old choreography

clay has made his bedroom very cosy despite it being in the admin building of the golf course like it’s got fairy lights and photos of his bros + poppy & viva

clay has had a crush on viva ever since he first met her when they were little

he rarely brushes his hair, not because he doesn’t want to, just because he forgets because he’s busy doing his cpa work

clay has 2 sad book clubs, one for his friends (even though he calls them his associates) and one for his bros, viva + poppy

floyd has lots of piercings, eyebrow, lip, ears, nose etc

he was definitely wild in his teenager years, always partying, drinking and whatnot

he’s had A LOT of boyfriends in the 20 years they were apart, mainly pop or rock trolls

hes very rebellious for the first couple months after they all reunite, he’s always like “i beat death, what do you mean i can’t go skydiving?”

floyd and barb would be best friends

he’s the one to help his brothers stop arguing after a fight, it’s almost giving “don’t be like this, this isn’t like you” (☠️☠️)

branch has a lot of collectible items he found over the years when he was in his grey state

sometimes to have a laugh he’ll steal john dory’s goggles and hide them somewhere in the bunker just to see him stress out looking for them, and they’re al air usually in an obvious spot like on top of a cupboard or something

john dory gave him an old photo album and he likes looking through it because he likes seeing all his brothers when they were younger

branch is a lightweight

sometimes when he’s with john dory, he’ll subconsciously rest his head on his shoulder and has fallen asleep a handful of times

and he had most definitely called john dory dad more than once

hope you liked these!!!! <3

[speedycoffeedelight]

An Animalistic Disaster

Summery:Where you reveal a bit of your past and go on a shopping trip with the girls (And Pentious).

Masterlist

CH-14 :Past memories and a shopping trip

Tw: domestic abuse.

"When I was six, me and my mom went to live with mom's brother, my uncle and aunt. They had a daughter and a son, Melody and Skylar.

Melody was younger and more timid than me. I gradually realised that Melody was almost like a puppet to her parents. They gave all their focus on Skylar. Which would make sense since he was a kid then. But they took it too far.

They would never try to discipline Skylar. It was clear her parents had a soft spot for him. Skylar understood that very clearly and would abuse that."

You sighed, remembering what used to happen in that household.

"Skylar would scream and hit Melody whenever he wanted and if we as much as raised our voice on him, he would cry endlessly in front of his mom like we hit him brutally. Before you say anything, he would only do that whenever his parents were around to hear, so that little shit knew what he was doing.

And of course his mom would believe him every fucking time. So since I couldn't make him behave, the best course of action was to lock myself up in my room so he couldn't get in and cause trouble for me."

"That sounds horrible...." Charlie gasped.

"That's not the end of it." You sadly smiled. "I haven't even told you why I'm hated."

"I hated how they treated Melody from the bottom of my heart. I would speak up for her since she couldn't.

She would often seek refuge in me and stay in my room away from everyone. I read her my different storybooks, showed her my favourite shows and shared my experiences. Gradually she began to think for herself. She began to stand up for herself. Her parents hated that.

They blamed me for corrupting their sweet child with my venomous company. They were mad they couldn't control Melody like before.

Their scolding and hitting got worse from then. There were times we would stay locked in my room for hours while her mom kept shouting all shitty things she could say about me. She even told Melody, A child, to live with me instead of them if she liked me that much."

"Please tell me you guys did something about that later..." Vaggie almost pleaded.

"When things got worse and I couldn't take it anymore, I finally told my mom one day after she got home from work. I didn't want to tell her at first before cause I didn't want to make her worry. My mom and aunt had a huge argument then. Later finally, we rented a small house for ourselves."

'But what happened to Melody?' Angel quickly asked and Charlie translated it just as fast. Everyone had the same question in their mind.

"She...stayed back. I asked her to come with me but she smiled and shook her head. She said she wanted to stay and make that place better."

'Ya gotta hand it to the kid. She had some real guts to stay in a family like that'

You nodded at what Husk said after Vaggie translated it.

"She really had. We did get to see each other from time to time in our family gatherings and such and kept in contact through texting and calling sometimes. But I'm glad to say our bond ever wavered no matter how long we are away from each other "

You said with a small smile looking at everyone.

"Melody has learned to be her own person since I left despite still being in those harsh conditions. And even after all this time, I've never gotten close to her parents for this reason."

You finally finished talking and looked at them for their reactions. Charlie almost immediately tackled you into a hug.

"I knew you were great person! Thank you thank you thank you!"

"Thanks for what Charlie?"

"Nothing don't worry about it!"

Charlie was relieved that you were actually a good person. She doesn't have to feel guilty for defending you. She hugged you tighter in happiness almost choking you.

"C-charlie, can't breathe-"

"Oh sorry sorry"

She quickly let you go and smiled brightly at you. "You're a nice person (Y/n)." Vaggie gave you soft smile.

Everyone in the room was thinking the same thing. The earlier suspicion on you vanishing in an instant.

"Yeah well anyways" you scratched your neck while blushing from all this attention you're getting plus seeing all their eyes on you. "We should eat dinner and go to sleep. I plan on going shopping tomorrow. I want Charlie, Vaggie and Niffty accompanying me since they turned human."

"We get to hang around in the human world?" Niffty said excitedly. You chuckled noticing her enthusiasm.

"Yes you can plus we'll be doing job hunting for you guys. We don't know how long it'll take to find a job so we should start searching from tomorrow "

"Awesome!"

With that, you all slowly went around cooking while chatting, making jabs at one another. Angel was almost thrown into a cooking pot by accident but Charlie noticed it immediately. Other then that, everything was fine.

After sleeping again in previous positions, you woke up to Vaggie calling you this time. You smiled at her and went to the bathroom to freshen up.

After you finished,you went to the kitchen to see Charlie cooking this time with her tongue out a bit upwards as she was flipping pancakes very carefully. It was honestly quite adorable to watch. Vaggie was about to call you but you put a finger on your mouth, making Vaggie go quiet.

You slowly tiptoed behind Charlie making Vaggie look at you confused. Just as Charlie finished flipping a Pancake, you went 'Boo' in her ear playfully. But you didn't expect what happened.

Charlie let out a surprised yelp as she let go of the pan. A bright golden light engulfed her as something fell to the ground in a thud.

As the light disappeared, there was Charlie again, but in her sheep form.

'Oh no, oh no, oh nononono! I'm not getting stuck in this form again!'

She started to scream in panic with sheep sounds and ran around. Vaggie quickly tried running after her to try and calm her down. She picked up a very scared Charlie and held her close as you looked over with guilt.

"Hun calm down, breathe." Vaggie patted Charlie as she looked looked up at her girlfriend teary eyed. "Try to see if you can become human again okay?"

Charlie nodded and calmed her nerves as she tried to imagine herself as human again. After some time, a golden light engulfed her again as she again reappeared as human in Charlie's arms.

"Vaggie, I'm human again! I'm human!" She said shaking Vaggie. "Yes, I can see that...but what happened? Can we turn to our human and animal form at will?" Charlie shruged, not knowing. You came forward looking down.

"I'm really really sorry Charlie. I didn't mean for that to happen.." you said meekly.

"It's alright... It just gave me a little shock that's all" Charlie said nervously laughing. "But at least I turned back again."

'What happened? Why are you all looking so shaken?' Husk said stepping into the room alongside Angel and noticing the pair on the floor holding each other as well as you looking at them apologetically.

After Vaggie told him his eyes were wide open. 'Wait, no shit? That actually worked? Let me see if I can try.' Husk and Angel both tried to imagine themselves as humans but nothing happened. 'Guess it only works with those who already transformed..' Angel sighed.

"Make sure to let others know about this and oh-" Charlie's nose picked up a burning smell. "MY PANCAKES!" She quickly ran towards the pan to salvage the food before it's fully wasted.

You volunteered to eat the slightly burnt pancake as an apology and after that, it was time to go shopping. You, Charlie, Vaggie and Niffty all dressed up in your clothes. Vaggie gathered all the animals before going.

"I'm leaving my front door open in case you all need something. But for this reason, I'll need you all to stay close to the house as well to guard it." You said looking at all of them.

"Especially you Alastor, you're the only one that can do something if a burglar comes by." Since you saw how Alastor could fight even in this form in the woods, he was the best option.

'Yes, yes, I know you can't do anything without me. You girls can go ahead without worry. I'll keep watch." Alastor said in a bored tone but inside he was fuming with pride that you relied on him the most.

"Now then, we shouldn't take too much time. Be safe you guys. You're free to go." With that you went to get the car ready as your three companions waited patiently.

Sir Pentious was about to slither back to the cabin but stopped seeing Cherri head towards your car. Being confused he quickly followed her. Cherri jumped into the car's open trunk while you weren't looking and Pentious did the same.

'Misss Cherri what are you doing here? We're supposed to be back at the cabin!' Pentious whisper shouted.

'Wha- Hey what the fuck man. Don't creep up on me like that!' Cherri was a little spooked seeing Pentious behind her. She thought she was being discreet.

'And I'm going to the town with them! I can't wait till I've transformed see what the world is like now since I'm the last. So I'm hitching a ride!'

'But isn't thiss a bad idea? What if sssomeone sees uss?'

'Oh quit your yapping. You can leave if you want.'

But he could not even if wanted since the trunk closed on them followed by the car starting. Cherri had a grin on her face and Pentious had a look of worry.

Niffty decided to sit next to you on the car and Charlie and Vaggie sat behind. While driving, you started some songs for everyone to enjoy.

All three of them were enjoying the sight of human world as they were practically glued to their windows. Especially Charlie since she spent her entire life in hell. Even though they went outside in your cabin, it was nothing compared to driving through various places like this. The sight of them made the corners of your lips turn up.

"By the way Niffty, did you get any powers like us?" Vaggie asked suddenly remembering.

"Not really, no. Me and mr.Alastor tried really hard to see if I had any type of powers but nothing worked." Niffty answered while her eyes were still glued to the window. "But I can turn into a dog again at will now!"

"I see..oh and (Y/n). Can I request something..?" Vaggie asked sheepishly.

"Hm,yes? What is it?"

"Can I get some glasses? I think my eye sight has lessened.."

"Oh yes sure! We'll get your eyes checked then!"

Finally you reached your place. You parked the car and you three finally stepped outside. Suddenly Niffty started sniffing the air with her ears moving.

"Niffty? What's wrong?" Charlie asked concerned. Niffty didn't answer as she stepped behind the trunk and opened it.

"Uh-huh! Found you! I knew I heard some weird sounds coming from the back!"

"What? Who's there?" You went to stand beside Niffty and found Pentious and Cherri red handed.

You quickly pulled the hood down and looked around see if anyone was starting at you. Having a squirrel was fine but people might report you to the police if they saw you have a snake in your car, thinking you're a poacher. And the worst thing is they'll take him away to who knows where.

"What the fuck are you guys doing here? You guys should be at the cabin!" You hissed through your teeth at them.

'What? Taking a stroll couldn't hurt! Plus this dumbass followed me here himself.' Cherri said looking at Pentious. 'I wass only trying to ssee what you were doing!'

You sighed. You couldn't leave them both here. Who knows what they'll start doing if they're left alone. You don't want to have any more trouble in your hands. Rummaging through the car, you found a big shopping bag that you usually use for groceries.

"Jump in here and not a single peek from either of you got it?" You said holding the bag in front of them.

'Got it!' Cherri grinned as she jumped inside and Pentious followed. You gave the bag to Niffty.

"Niffty can I ask you to take care of this bag? Make sure none of them peeks their head out of try to come out okay?" You requested her with worry. "Can you do that for me?"

"Mam,Yes Mam! I'll make sure of that!" She copied military style and gave you a salute making you chuckle a bit.

"I'll hold onto that then"

After that was over, you guys went to buy foods and two extra mattresses for now. Then you guys went to buy clothes. They didn't buy much since they could just wear your clothes for the most part as you suggested and bought personal items. You'll have to spend more money on the boys clothes when they turn human. And finally on Vaggie's glasses.

After a successful trip, you four bought some ice creams as you headed towards your car. Cherri did try to sneak out a couple of times but Niffty made sure she couldn't. Some people on the street thought the three of them were cosplaying and wanted to take selfies  but you quickly declined.

You also collected some informations on the places looking to hire right now. You decided to sort through them later. You led them through a shortcut to reach the parking lot faster. You spent more time than you planned on getting sucked in the fun hanging out with them.

All in all it was a successful shopping trip. That was until you turned a corner while walking and bumped into someone making you spill your ice cream over them.

"I'm sorry! I'm so so sorry!" You quickly yelled out looking at the shirt that now had a stain and some bits of ice cream falling to the ground from the shirt.

"Oi look where you're going bitch!" The guy yelled out pushing you away from him. You would fall to the floor if Vaggie didn't catch you in time. "Careful!" She yelled out.

As the guy started to come closer Charlie moved in front of you defensively. "She said sorry already! So please stop this!" She pleaded as you stood up again.

"Fuck no. That bitch ruined my shirt and now she'll have to pay for it!" The guy shoved Charlie aside and grabbed your collar making you look at his face.

Niffty was standing behind Vaggie still holding onto the bag as the scene transpired in from of her. She started growling unknowningly as she took a step ahead.

Sir Pentious and Cherri were listening to everything that was transpiring outside.

'Shit, something very bad is happening outside!' Cherri said looking a bit nervous.

'It sounds like (Y/n) is in trouble..' Pentious said as they both peeked out of the bag just as you were grabbed by your collar.

'(Y/n) no..I can't let anything happen to her!' Pentious said as he jumped out of the bag. Niffty finally noticed him. "Pentious you're not supposed to be out!"

'She helped us all these time, fed us, took care of us. The least I can do is protect in danger!'

His body began to grow bright yellow. Vaggie who was about to jump onto the guy, stopped and looked behind her.

The man's disgusting breath hit your nose like a tornado. He raised one hand to hit you as you quickly prepared yourself to defend. But a hand came from behind you, catching the attackers raised one.

"I don't think it's in proper manner to hit a lady."

A.N: So I've realised that I should probably make the chapters longer otherwise there's gonna be a huge number of chapters by the time I'm finished.

So yeah, heads up for that! (⁠・⁠∀⁠・⁠)

Also I didn't tell here before, but I'm planning on a QnA if I reach 1k votes and kudos in ao3 and wattpad. I already reached 1k on wattpad and now for the ao3 (⁠~⁠‾⁠▿⁠‾⁠)⁠~

You guys can ask the cast or me any questions during that. But of course, no telling spoilers.

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[octoberclidan]

I'm Not Going Anywhere

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Request: Could you do a Dean x reader, where the reader is seriously injured on a hunt. She and Dean never really got along before, always bickering with the other. But she sees a whole other side to him, freaking out and concerned. Insisting on helping clean her up after the hunt? You’re seriously my favorite author ❤️

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[Y/N] and Dean Winchester did not get along. They didn't consider each other friends. To her, he was her best friend's grumpy older brother. To him, she was his little brother's annoying best friend. They just had a lot of friction whenever they were in the same place at the same time, and had for years. She didn't live far from the boys, and Sam would often invite her to the bunker for movie nights, food, research, or just to hang out. Nearly every time, Dean would either stay in his room the whole time, or make an excuse to go out somewhere. On the rare occasion that he would stick around, like he had to several months ago for Sam's birthday dinner, they bickered. Nothing big ever happened between them to make them dislike each other, they just had very different personalities. [Y/N] didn't like how closed off Dean was, or how he constantly sacrificed himself for Sam. She knew how much it affected Sam every time Dean threw himself in danger without just taking some time out to think. He was too impulsive, and never listened, or even asked for the advice of those around him.

Dean didn't like [Y/N]'s positive attitude. She always assumed they would win fights, that everything would work out fine, and he felt that this attitude meant she could be pretty careless on hunts. She had never faced monsters as bad as the Winchesters had. Sure, he had seen her take down werewolves and vampires, ghosts and ghouls, even a demon or two. She had never fought against an angel though, never mind Lucifer himself. She had never had to deal with an apocalypse, or God himself working against her. He felt like her carelessness would eventually end up with her dead. He also worried that her carelessness would eventually lead to Sam being hurt. He never approved of Sam going on cases with her for this reason.

[Y/N] was relaxing on her couch in her little apartment, a blanket on her lap, reading through a novel she'd picked up that morning. She'd had a self-care day; a nice walk, stopped by her favourite cafe in town followed by a little trip to her favourite book store, ordered take out from her favourite restaurant, then spent an hour with candles lit in a hot bubble bath. She was really getting into the story when her phone rang and pulled her out of it. Grabbing her phone, she saw that Sam was calling her, and she answered immediately.

"Hey Sam, what's up?"

"Hey, is now a good time? I have a favour to ask".

"Yeah sure, what is it?"

"I need you to go on a case with Dean". [Y/N] exhaled heavily and closed her book, setting it down beside her and sitting up straight.

"Why?" She asked.

"Well, he found this case and he won't pass it over to another hunter, he's insisting on going".

"I thought neither of you were going to look for cases while your leg was still healing from that shifter case last week?"

"He came across it by accident, or at least he claims to have. Look, I can't go with him with my leg, I still can't walk on it properly. It sounds like a werewolf, there were two victims last week found with missing hearts. Can you please go with him? No one else is free and he said he'll go on his own if I can't find someone to join him".

[Y/N] sighed before answering. "How far away is it?"

"Two days?" She could imagine his grimace as he said this. Two days in a car with just Dean, which also meant having to stop somewhere and spend the night, and she definitely wasn't willing to spend money on an entire motel room just for herself on a hunt that she didn't want to go on.

"You're paying for my room. And you owe me one. No, make that two. You owe me two".

"Thank you. Thank you [Y/N], you're the best. He'll pick you up from your place in the morning, okay? Probably 7am".

"Fine"

"I'll see you when you're back, keep me updated".

"Yeah yeah, okay. Night Sam".

"Goodnight [Y/N]". With that, she hung up the phone. Putting her book on the table in front of her, she pushed back her blanket and stood up; self-care day was over. She packed her hunting bag and left it by her front door, and set out her clothes for the morning before getting into bed. Tomorrow was going to be a long day.

***

Just before 7am, [Y/N] locked up and left her apartment, heading out to see if Dean was there yet. Spotting the Impala when she walked around the corner, she felt apprehension and took a deep breath before walking up to the driver's side. She knocked on the window and Dean looked up, and she didn't miss him rolling his eyes, when he nodded to the seat beside him. Walking around the car, she opened up the passenger seat and slid in beside him. "Morning". She said, but he just nodded and pulled away from the kerb. Several minutes in, she tried to make conversation again. "How's Sam's leg?'

"Why don't you ask him yourself?" He asked, not really paying attention to her as he was changing lanes. Trying not to let him get on her nerves too early, she took a deep breath and tried again.

"How far are we driving today?"

"About 14 hours. We'll be driving through a small town around 12pm, we can stop then for a quick lunch. There's another town a few hours after that where we can make a quick stop if we need. Should get to the motel by 10pm. We'll probably be doing another 9 hours or so tomorrow but I have a timeslot booked with the coroner's office for 4pm so we'll have to leave pretty early in the morning".

"Right, well that's a lot of driving. Are we taking turns?" Dean scoffed at this suggestion and glanced at her as if she'd grown an extra head.

"No way in hell are you ever driving my Baby". He shook his head.

"Dean, we can't do this case separately, we have to be a team".

"We can do the whole teamwork thing when we get there, not a second before. Now, shut your cakehole, I need my music to concentrate". He turned up the volume of the cassette tape that was playing, and [Y/N] decided it was best not to push him any further this early on in the day. She pulled up the hood of her hoodie and folded her arms, turning away from Dean and leaning her head against the back seat, she was going to try and get some more sleep since there was nothing else to really do.

***

Four hours into the drive [Y/N] wasn't able to sleep anymore. She had woken up to find that it was a hot day, no clouds in sight with the sun glaring in through the windows. She had shrugged out of her jacket and pulled her hoodie off, completely missing the way Dean looked over at her as her t-shirt rode up, exposing the side of her waist. She threw the jacket and hoodie into the back of the car before pulling her t-shirt down, and Dean swallowed and shook his head to clear his thoughts before focusing back on the road. With only about an hour left until they were stopping for lunch, [Y/N] pulled out one of the books she'd brought on werewolves. The book had originally come from the bunker, Sam had given it to her before her first wolf case a couple of years before. She had only been on a few werewolf cases since, so she needed to brush up on her knowledge and not give Dean any more reasons to doubt her skills.

"Alright, hope you're hungry". Dean said as he pulled in beside a diner. They'd entered the small town just after noon and had been looking for a place to stop for some food.

"Think they have pie?" [Y/N] asked as she reached over the back seat to grab her hoodie, causing her t-shirt to ride up again. Her question caused Dean to look over to her just in time to catch a glimpse at her bare waist again.

"What?" Dean asked after clearing his throat, [Y/N] looked over at him.

"I was just wondering if they'll have pie here". She said, then pulled on the hoodie.

"Oh... yeah, well they better". Dean cleared his throat again before letting himself out of the car and heading towards the diner, [Y/N] following behind him.

They sat opposite each other in a booth and each ordered a burger and fries. Dean flirted with the waitress, and [Y/N] was a bit caught off guard with his smile as he flirted. She wasn't used to seeing Dean's smile considering whenever he was looking at her it was usually with a frown or a glare. His smile lit up his entire face; the crinkles beside his eyes made him look kind, the freckles on his nose made him look younger, and his green eyes sparkled as he used a cheesy pick-up line. "What?" Dean asked, looking back at [Y/N] making her realise that she'd been staring.

"Sorry, nothing". She said and busied herself by looking down at her phone to send Sam an update. They spent their meal glued to their phones, not talking at all. They each ordered pie to take back to the car with them, and set off on the next leg of their journey. The next town that they were going to stop in was another five hours away, so [Y/N] took back out her werewolf book and began to read through it.

"Sam tell you about the case?" Dean asked about thirty minutes into the drive.

"Oh, not really, just mentioned that it looked like werewolves".

"Were you gonna ask me about it or just go in blindly and hope for the best like usual?"

"What do you mean 'like usual'? We've been on like five hunts together in total".

"Yeah, and on each of those hunts you were wreckless. Sam aways comes back from hunts with more cuts and bruises when he's with you than when he hunts with anyone else".

"Oh so I'm a bad hunter? Is that what you're saying?"

"Yeah, I am. You run into situations without thinking first, you don't watch your partner's back. It's dangerous to hunt with you".

"Dangerous, really? And how many time have you died Dean? How many times have you run into a situation without stopping to think? How many times has Sam died while with you? Because I've never died, and no one I've hunted with has ever died while on a hunt with me either". Dean glared at her, bringing up his deaths were one thing, but bringing up Sam's got to him.

"How about I fill you in when we get to the next town. No more talking in the car". He said, loosening his grip on the wheel after realising his knuckles were white from gripping it too hard.

"Suits me". [Y/N] angled herself away from Dean and went back to her werewolf book.

***

It was evening when Dean pulled into another diner, and neither of them had said another word. They made their way into the diner and ordered their food, [Y/N] ignored Dean's flirting with the waitress this time in favour of checking her phone to see how much farther away the motel was. It looked to be a four hour drive away, though it would probably be less with Dean's driving. She had been texting Sam throughout the day, complaining about Dean's behaviour, but Sam could only apologise and sympathise. Dean cleared his throat while they were waiting for the food, pulling [Y/N]'s attention up from her phone. "So the case. Two bodies were found last week, local law enforcement is chalking it up to an animal attack, but there was a witness who said they saw their friend being attacked by a 'monster'. Both victims were also missing their hearts. Like I said before, tomorrow when we get there we have an appointment with the coroner's office. I say you take that on and I'll go talk to the sherrif and see if there was anything else unusual about the scenes. We'll need to interview the witness at some stage too, maybe after the coroner's office you can do that, don't think examining the bodies will take long". He kept his voice down as the waitress came over with their food, and Dean wasted no time in tucking in.

"So you wanna do everything separately?"

"No, I'm just saying we'll be driving all tomorrow morning and most of the afternoon, so we need to get the interviews and stuff out of the way early. We can meet back at the motel when we're both done and hunt the thing down together".

"Why do we need to examine the bodies? Animal attack and missing hearts is plenty of evidence".

"Need to see it for ourselves, can't trust these small towns, you have to assume there's corruption and lies everywhere".

"Is that your motto for life?" [Y/N] asked while bringing some food up to her mouth.

"Look Sweetheart, this is my case. You're just here to help. That means you listen, you follow, and you do as I say. You have a problem with that, you can find your own way home and I'll do this on my own. Do you have any real questions about the case?"

"Nope". [Y/N] no longer felt like continuing the conversation, she just wanted to finish, get in the car, and get to the motel.

"Good". Dean finished his drink and made his way over to the waitress, presumably to try and get a number while [Y/N] finished up.

***

It was dark when they got to the motel, and [Y/N] was tired. She knew Dean had to be too after driving all day, so she was looking forward to getting some sleep. She was waiting in the car while Dean was getting the rooms, and when she saw him walking back to the car he did not look happy. She got out and gave him a raised eyebrow and he sighed. "Only one room. Come on". Dean grabbed his bag from the car and started walking towards a room, [Y/N] quickly grabbing her bag and following him. Dean groaned when he walked into the room and [Y/N] knew exactly why when she walked in behind him; there was only one bed.

"They don't have any rooms with two beds?" She asked, dropping her bag down onto the couch.

"They said this was the last room. I'm paying, so the bed is mine, you can have the couch". He said as he laid his bag down on the bed, laying claim to it.

"You sure you and Sam are related?" She asked, folding her arms and facing him.

"What?"

"He's just so nice, and thoughtful, you know? Selfless, giving, kind. A gentleman, some may say". Dean just scoffed and muttered something under his breath before sitting down on his bed. [Y/N] shook her head and grabbed her pyjamas, a pair of shorts and an old t-shirt, and headed to the bathroom. She decided that a shower would be good to wash away the annoyance at Dean she felt building up, and thankfully the motel had hot water. She washed, dried off, and dressed herself in her pyjamas before heading back out to Dean. When she opened the door he looked up, his eyes immediately drawn to her bare legs before scanning her body up to her wet hair, subconsciously licking his lips. She felt herself blush and she cleared her throat before walking over to the couch and pretending like she hadn't just seen him check hed out. She suddenly felt self-conscious in her choice of pyjamas, and pulled out a blanket from her bag to cover herself with.

"We'll uh, leave at 5am". Dean said and [Y/N] just nodded, lying back as Dean took his turn in the bathroom. She was asleep before he came back out.

***

It was 3pm when they arrived at the next motel the following afternoon, having stopped off for a very quiet and awkward lunch earlier. Luckily, this motel had two rooms, and they got changed into their FBI outfits separately. The plan was for [Y/N] to visit the coroner's office and check out the bodies, then go and interview the witness. Dean was going to the sherrif's office to talk about the investigations and find out if anything else unusual was happening, then check out the places where the victims were attacked. The coroner's office was beside the sherrif's, so Dean was going to drive them both there. When [Y/N] stepped out of her room, Dean was leaving his room at the same time. She couldn't help but admire him in his suit; as much as they didn't like each other, she couldn't deny that he was extremely handsome, especially in the afternoon sun with the way the light caught in his eyes. They were going to be apart for a couple of hours at least, something she was grateful for.

***

They met back at the motel later that evening to exchange information, and they were both certain now that it was a werewolf. The victims knew each other well, they were close friends, and, according to the witness, another one of their friends had been acting strange for a couple of months. They had his address, and they changed into more comfortable clothes before heading out. "You got silver bullets, and a silver blade? Or do you need to borrow some?" Dean asked before pulling up to the suspect's house.

"I have my own, thanks".

"That's surprising".

"I'm sorry, is this not the point where the teamwork starts?" [Y/N] snapped at him.

"Let's just get this over with". Dean sighed as he got out of the car. Once the two of them had all of their gear ready, [Y/N] went up to the front door of the house while Dean pressed himself to the side of the house, out of view of whoever opened the door but ready to charge in if needed. The door opened to reveal a tall, lanky man, he actually looked a lot like Garth except he had red hair.

"Hello?" The man asked, looking down at [Y/N].

"Hi! Mr. Lynch, is it?"

"Yes, can I help you?"

"I'm hoping you can. I'm a reporter working for a small news website, and I heard that two of your friends were killed last week in an animal attack, I'm very sorry for your loss". [Y/N] gave him a sympathetic look but the man looked uncomfortable rather than sad. "I was wondering if you wouldn't mind just telling me about them?"

"I uh... now's not a good time. Sorry". He went to close the door but [Y/N] stuck her arm out to stop it and smiled up at him.

"I'll be around for a few days, why don't you give me your number and we can work out a better time?"

"Oh, alright I suppose". He said as she took out a little notepad and a silver pen from her jacket pocket. The moment he took the pen he yelped and dropped it, stumbling back into the house and giving [Y/N] an opportunity to step in and hold her knife up to his throat.

"Did you kill them?" She asked him, staring into his eyes. His hands were up beside his head in surrender, and he stuttered out his response.

"It..it was a-an accident. I-I swear!"

"[Y/N] there's a second one!" Dean's voice boomed behind her in the doorway and she snapped her head up to see another man growling at her. The distraction gave Lynch time to push her hand holding her knife back up towards here, nicking her neck and forcing her backwards. The both leaped at her, clawing at her shoulder and legs. She managed to plunge the silver knife into Lynch's chest while Dean had grabbed the second one. When she looked up to try and catch her breath, Dean had already stabbed the second man. He grabbed Lynch and pulled his body off of [Y/N]. She winced with the change of pressure, and looked down to see a lot of blood coming from both her shoulder and her leg. "Shit, [Y/N] you're hurt". He leaned down to take a closer look at her but she shook her head.

"Check the rest of the house... make sure there aren't more". She was still trying to catch her breath while applying pressure to her leg. Dean was torn, he wanted to check her injuries but he knew she was right, they could still be in danger.

"Don't move, I'll be right back". [Y/N] let out a breath she didn't realise she was holding as she watched Dean run up the stairs. Her leg was throbbing and her shoulder was stinging, she was never going to hear the end of this from Dean. After only a few minutes Dean was back, rushing towards her. He knelt down beside her and moved her hand so he could see her leg, then he moved his eyes up to her shoulder. "We need to get you to a hospital, come on". He moved to wrap an arm around her shoulder but she jerked back.

"No, no hospital. Just help me get back to the motel, I can stitch myself up".

"Are you serious?"

"Dean the nearest hospital is hours away, just bring me to the motel, please". She looked up at him in confusion, she didn't see any anger on his face, only concern mixed with panic.

"Alright, come on, I've got you". He moved closer to her and this time she let him pick her up. She grabbed onto his flannel, the pain in her leg striking her again as he stood up. "Shh, you're okay, we'll get you cleaned up". He had a pained expression as he looked down at her, the distress on her face overly evident. He opened up the passenger door and set her down on the seat before shrugging off his flannel and tying it around her thigh in an attempt to help stop the bleeding. She whimpered under his touch and he watched her eyes close, so he quickly tapped her cheek. "Hey, hey you know the drill, no falling asleep. You're fine, okay? You just need to stay awake for me". She opened her eyes again, looked up at him and nodded. Quickly, he ran around to the driver's side and drove them as fast as he could to the motel.

He carried her into his room in the motel and set her down on the bed, holding her shoulders for a few seconds until she had her balance sitting at the edge. "Can you bring me your medical kit?" She asked him, but he shook his head.

"You're not stitching yourself up, I'll do it".

"I can do it".

"I know you can, but I can do it faster since I'm not injured. Please let me?" He opened up his medical kit and set it down beside her on the bed before kneeling down in front of her.

"Okay". She grumbled.

"Okay, thank you. I'm gonna have to get those jeans off you to get to the gash on your leg, is that alright?" He asked as he pulled her shoes off.

"Yeah, yeah go ahead". She felt light-headed and it was taking all of her concentration just to stay sitting up. She had to admit it would have been difficult to stitch herself up, she was glad that Dean was doing it for her. She braced herself as Dean untied his flannel from her thigh and pealed her jeans off, wincing as the movement of the fabric agitated her cut.

"Sorry". He mumbled as he took out alcohol and wipes. "This is gonna sting, you ready?" He asked looking up at her. She had never seen such a genuine look of concern from Dean directed towards her in all the years she'd known him. She nodded and gritted her teeth as he poured the alcohol over the cut and wiped it clean. He was surprisingly gentle, and the pain was numbed slightly as she was distracted by the concentration on his face. He took out a needle and thread from a suture kit and got to work. The cut was deep but it wasn't very long, so Dean didn't take very long to stitch it up. He applied a bandage to it before looking back up at her. "Let's have a look at that shoulder". He helped her take off the hoodie she was wearing along with her t-shirt, leaving her sitting on the bed in her underwear. Noticing that she seemed uncomfortable, Dean made his way over to his bag quickly and pulled out a pair of sweatpants. "Uh, you can wear these, since your leg is done".

She smiled and mumbled a 'thanks' to him as he helped her get into them, rolling them up at the bottom since they were too long. Dean patched up her shoulder and also cleaned the little nick on her neck before closing up his medical kit and grabbing a spare t-shirt from his bag, which he also helped her into.

"You're a good patient". He chuckled as he sat down beside her.

"You're pretty good at cleaning up injuries".

"Lot's of practice". He shrugged. "You uh, you were good out there today". She looked at him for any hint of sarcasm but she couldn't find any. Noticing her confused expression he elaborated. "We weren't expecting two, but you were good with that Lynch guy, I mean you got him while they were both attacking you. I'm impressed".

"I'd be dead if you weren't there".

"I guess I'd be dead too if Sam hadn't insisted you come with me. This was definitely a two person case".

She had an urge to ask him why he was suddenly being nice to her, but she didn't want to push him. "Yeah, well, I'm glad it's over and we're both okay. I'll see you in the morning?" Shs asked as she went to stand up. Immediately realising it was a bad idea when she put her weight on her cut leg, she lost her balance.

"Woah, where are you trying to go?" Dean caught her as she fell backwards onto the bed.

"My room?"

"You should stay in here tonight, let me keep an eye on those wounds. That cut on your leg is pretty deep, I want to make sure it doesn't bleed through the bandage".

"Where am I going to sleep?" She asked, looking around the room and noticing that there was no couch, just a chair and the bed, and there wasn't exactly enough floor space for either of them to fit on.

"You've never shared a bed with Sam while out on hunts?" He asked with an eyebrow raised.

"Oh, well, yeah I have, but he's my best friend". She felt her cheeks heat up at the thought of sharing a bed with Dean.

"Well, I don't snore as much as he does". He winked at her and on a whim, leaned his hand over to pat her not-damaged thigh. When he didn't take his hand back, [Y/N] also went out on a whim and leaned towards him more, chancing a glance down at his lips knowing he would see her do it. Taking her hint, he leaned in the rest of the way and pressed his lips to hers. Her hand slid up his chest and into the short hair on the top of his neck, while his grip on her thigh tightened and he moved his other hand to her waist. He licked her lower lip and she let him in straight away, deepening the kiss. Her free hand made its way to his bicep, feeling just how strong he was as the hand he had on her waist slipped under her shirt. She felt him smile into the kiss before he pulled away and leaned his forehead on hers.

"What was that for?" She asked, keeping her eyes closed.

"You scared me today, I thought I'd lost you". He said as his thumb stroked her waist.

"Would you really care if you had?"

"Would you care if you'd lost me?" He asked, and she didn't respond straight away.

"Yeah, I would. I care about you, Dean. You've never let me in though, you've shut me out since the day Sam introduced us".

"I shut everyone out. Everyone I love ends up dead eventually". She opened her eyes and saw that his were still closed, and she saw a tear escape from one of them.

"I'm not going anywhere". She whispered to him as she wiped his tear away, causing him to open his eyes and stare back into hers. "Come on, help me into bed". She smiled at him and he nodded, letting go of her to stand up and pull the covers back. He helped her slide in before getting in beside her. He lay on his back and opened his arms for her to lay her head on his chest, while he pulled her in tight, careful not to put any pressure on her shoulder. He kissed the top of her head as she yawned. "I'm not going anywhere". She repeated. With her now safe in his arms, he was actually looking forward to the two day drive back home.

The end.

[hopeluna-archived]

Oh thank youu so much ^^

My request:

May i request the demon bro's (+side charac except luke) reacting to them walking on reader changing

If you don't feel comfortoble with that heres an another one!^^

Second request:

A Reader who is can turn into a Sheep, How would the demon brothers react?

(+side characters)

(I did this at 3:16 AM lol)

Obey Me! Characters reacting to them walking on MC changing

Obey Me! Brothers x GN!reader

Warnings: my bad grammar, suggestive, I'm sleep deprived don't judge me

Genre: crack

A/N: I'm gonna post the side characters in another post and I might do the second request, not really sure yet but yeah this turned out way longer that I thought it would but Enjoy!!

The side characters

M.list

Lucifer

The brothers were once again on his last fucking nerve

Lets be honest, when are they not? But today was just a particualrly annoying day for the demon

What better way to de-stress than spending some time with his favourite human?

Rip MC's legs

Anyway, he's making his way to your room, mumbling under his breath about how he is gonna wring Mammon's neck.

He always knocks. He's proper. But this time it kinda slipped his mind and he just walked right in

Didn't even notice you were changing at first

So you're just standing there half naked like wha-

The moment he looks up at you, realizes you're naked, he closes that door so fast

Cause no, he can't have you seeing him flustered, his pride won't let him

After a few moments, cue slow opening door

This time Lucifer comes in with that smirk

"MC might I suggest locking the door from now on? Wouldn't want anyone else seeing you like this, would you now darling?"

Once again rip, i'll pray for you

Mammon

Now, he never knocks...like ever.

Why should he? The Great Mammon should be welcomed to see his human whenever he wants

So there he goes, happily running to your room to tell you about his plan on how he'll steal the money from the Demon Lord's castle and be rich forever

You know? Everyday stuff

You're just minding your own thing, changing, chilling

And in bursts this stupid fucking idiot that you love unfortunately cause you're a moronsexual

The second he sees you, he's screaming

And now you're screaming

He's screaming more

You scream louder, for some reason?

Now who hears this? Everyone

And now who else is bursting into your room cause of the screams? You guessed it! Everyone

Lucifer is annoyed, Levi is LOLOLOL- ing, Satan is rolling his eyes, Asmo is squealing cause someone is naked, Beel's covering his eyes while carrying Belphie

All while you're still there half naked

Mammon finally comes to his tsundere senses

"OI EVERYONE GET OUT! ASMO GET AWAY FROM MC"

Once everyone leaves, Mammon is at it again

"YOU CAN'T JUST CHANGE IN A PLACE LIKE THIS, HUMAN"

"I'M IN MY ROOM"

Leviathan

This ain't happening cause he never getting outta that room

Okay okay lets say, he is going to your room to show either his new Ruri chan figurines or to tell you the plot of "I work in a small cozy bakery and I get this customer who is really handsome and mysterious and I nearly get mugged but that handsome mysterious starnger saves me and in a shocking plot twist I accidentally find out he is a vampire, now i'm stuck between a vampire and human war"

That got out of hand

Anyway, Levi is naruto running through the hallways to your room cause the more he stays outside, there is a higher risk of encountering normies

So he's excited as hell (pun intended), so he just forgets that there is something called knocking

Here he comes, bursting into your room like a great beacon of anime

And you're there.....in your underwear changing

The great beacon of anime pauses

The great beacon of anime dies

No, he literally gets a nosebleeds, screeches like a banshee, falls unconsious on the floor

Now you're panicking, thinking he's dead

So you quickly put on some clothes, crouch down to check on Levi

He wakes up, sees your face so close to him, faints

He didn't come out of his room for a month after that

Satan

Now he knocks always cause that is just decent manner

He was just too excited this time that he forgot

You can't blame him, he read a really interesting book and the first thing he thought was to tell you about it

He also a really cute cat today!

A CAT!!

He has every reason to be bursting with excitement

And so he enters you room

Looking down at his book

Begining to talk about it-

He looks up

He freezes

For a second though, cause as soon as it registers to him that you're half naked, he whips around so fast-

Of course he'll keep his back turned to you while you quickly put on some clothes

We stan gentleman Satan in this blog

Once you announce that you've changed, he just casually turns around, clears his throat, and starts talking his book

Acts like that didn't happen

Satan on the outside: calm, quiet, talking softly about books and cats

Satan on the inside: fuck fuck fuck fuck

But there will be a light coat of blush spread on his cheeks the entire time

Always knocks every time from now

Asmodeus

Asmo: knocking? Whats that? Never heard of it

He has, he is just a little shit

So he's skipping to your room, lastest Devildom magazines in his hand

He just wanted to show you his photos there

I mean who wouldn't be happy to see pictures of the fabulous moi ♥︎♥︎

Walks right in the room

Squeals in a really high pitched voice

Rip eardrums

"MC I LOVE THAT NEW UNDERWEAR YOU LOOK SO BEAUTIFUL"

Falls glamourously in your bed and stars planning on how you should go shopping together next time so that you could have matching outfits

While you're just there trying to cover yourself up, he pouts at that obviously

"MC its not like I haven't seen you already"

If you're already in a relationship, cool

If you're not, sir what- 😃

Get a restraining order

Beelzebub

*sigh* sweet sweet Beel

The most sanest out of them all

Luke and Barbatos had just dropped off some cupcakes and other sweet treats they had made

Beel was over the moon

He just wanted to share it with you, so there he goes, on the way to your room

Food in his arms, frosting covering his chin adorably from already having eaten half the food

He couldn't help it

I would say Beel does knock before entering but he just sometimes forgets when he is too distracted with food

This was one of those times

So he goes in, chewing on some food

And poor you were there changing, your back turned to the door

As soon as he saw that you were lacking some clothes

He choked

He blushed a bright red, immediately turning away

As he waited for you to put something on, he just stuttered out a apology

He feel really bad

After you tell him its okay, he just goes to offer food to you with a blush on his cheeks

He's such a sweetheart

God bless Beel

Wait no-

Belphegor

Honestly

HONESTLY

I don't think he even cares that much

He was just heading to your room to take a nap with you cause you're his favourite cuddle buddy next to Beel, who was busy eating away every food in some restaurant and giving them a crisis

He's too tired to knock, why bother right?

So he just gets in your bed, pulls you down with him, cuddles you and goes to sleep

You're now trapped in his arms forever

If you get flustered about it, his inner little shit comes out

And he takes that chance to tease you

Tease you ENDLESSLY

But yeah he doesn't care much

Though you should start caring, cause now you're trapped in his arms for Diavolo knows how long

Good luck MC

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[wizardfrog69]

Helllooo! Could you write Ranpo, Fyodor, Chuuya, and Dazai (separately) meeting S/O’s family please? The classic family, overprotective dad and overprotective big brother, welcoming mother, the playful little kid siblings? How would the boys react to the family?

So idk what the "classic" family is so sorry if it looks like I have no idea what I'm doing, it's because I don't, but I'll try my best! :)

So I'm gonna add a grandmother cuz it's funny, she's gonna be the type who makes a shit ton of food and expects you to eat everything and constantly asks if you need more, you know the one. If you do not, I sincerely apologise.

Thank you for your request!

'•.¸♡meeting your family♡¸.•'

Gn!reader

Fluff

Masterlist

Enjoy!

Feat. Ranpo, Fyodor, Chuuya, Dazai.

Ranpo Edogawa

Meeting your family with Ranpo was a disaster, mainly because of Ranpo. He would constantly boast about himself being the greatest detective (and boyfriend) he didn't do it too often but he still mentioned it once or twice.

If your mother made something sweet he would be all in and love her and in turn she'll love him and fucking spoil him.

Your father and older brother weren't as pleased with him as your mother, Ranpo wasn't the most possessive type but when people acted like they owned you that is when he got pissed.

He would never dream of acting inappropriately round your parents but whenever his eyes met your fathers or older brothers he would snake his hand round your arm.

He didn't care all that much for your younger sibling(s), he probably got them something because you forced him to

He fucking loves your grandma. I mean how could he not when she constantly makes sooo much cake and amazing food!! She is his favourite relative of yours.

Fyodor Dostoevsky

Fuck everyone is low key intimated by his presence. You probably told them there is nothing to be scared of before you introduced him to them. Fyodor is not trying to be intimating tho! He just .... has a vibe yk.

He brought some nice wine and flowers for your mother and whatever your father likes for him, maybe like some whisky or something probably.

He talks politics and other respectful topics your family chooses to talk about. Idk what people choose to talk about but usually we talk about history and politics, I think Fyodor will gladly talk about those topics.

It doesn't matter if your older brother is older, younger or your fucking twin, Fyodor will always seem older and more mature.

If your younger sibling is like 1 it will absolutely shit itself when they see him, they are fucking terrified.

He will compliment the cooking 100% I mean who wouldn't tbh but he definitely will.

I know I'm saying that everyone loves the grandmother but like why wouldn't he?!??!?! He would love raising a child who has a grandmother who freezes a shit ton of cake and makes the best god damn cooking you have ever taste.

Also, he wouldn't call your mother 'mom' but rather 'mother' or 'мать' (mat') which means mother in Russian if I'm not mistaken

Chuuya Nakahara

He wants to make the best first impression he can.

He'll dress up all nicely and everything! He brings some nice (and expensive) wine as an offering to your family.

He gets along with your brother the best, they are besties now! He also tries to get along with your younger siblings as much as he can but it's hard to be friends with a child when you aren't one yk.

If he was asked for his occupation he obviously won't say the fucking mafia, he made something up on the spot but the only thing he could come up with was bartender for some reason.

Your mother wasn't too fond of him but quickly grew to like him since you loved him so much.

Your father and Chuuya started talking about some team they both watch and that is mostly how they bonded.

Osamu Dazai

You had to force him to bring something nice for your parents as well.

He kept on complaining and whining about meeting them but once you got there it was as if he was a completely different person, he was nice and didn't ask anyone to commit double suicide?!?!?! Like who is this man!

He wooed your mother to like him which was pretty easy the more difficult task was getting the rest of your family to like him.

Honestly he probably just had to tell your younger siblings he was a detective and they are interested to listen to all the cool stories he has.

If your mother tells him to call her mom he will definitely call her mom like 24/7 not because it's rude to call her by her name but because he gets to have a mother to call 'mom'.

Also he wants to call your father 'daddy' just for the laughs but he won't, he calls him 'dad'.

He doesn't call your brother 'brother', 'bro' maybe but not brother.

After meeting your whole family and coming back for dinner or something he would come into the kitchen shout 'grandma' with open arms ready to give her a hug. He's lucky she wasn't cooking at the moment.

༺♡༻ 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 ⋆ 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 ༺♡༻

Sorry I haven't posted anything, life's keeping me busy °^°

Have a wonderful day/night!

-Love, Az

[goingferalforhim]

[ just doing my job ]

📂 big bro! gojo satoru x geto! fem! reader ( x bf! toge inumaki ) . somewhere along the way gojo became your big brother (and he loves to tease you about your love life) . mentions of reader and gojo missing suguru .

“they remind you of us, right?”

“maybe a bit,” you shrug, wearing a grin as you peer up at the white haired man. “yuji’s definitely funnier than you ever were tho.”

your teacher scoffs, flicking your forehead. “you were a child, you don’t remember anything.”

“I actually remember a good bit of my childhood, thank you very much.” you hiss as you rub at your head.

the two of you fall into a silence once again, turning to face the group of students in front of you. your gaze lingers from the three first years arguing to the three second year students—your classmates. they each stand, looking bored and fed up, as they wait for the other three to settle down; something the man beside you should be encouraging.

as you catch bits and pieces of the argument broken out on the training field you giggle to yourself, your mind returning back to when you were younger and would witness your brother, gojo, and shoko have their moments of disagreements—it usually ended in them turning to you, a literal child, for a final say.

“you don’t think I’m an attention seeker, right?” satoru had pouted, tilting his head to the side. shoko and suguru groaning behind him in unison. “say no and i’ll buy you something,” the white haired teen whispered as he leaned forward.

“whoa! whoa! whoa! there will be no bribing,” suguru had shoved himself between the two of you now and the argument had only escalated from there. but in the end satoru did buy you something, and then a few more somethings—“what I cant spoil my sister?”

“she’s my sister, satoru.”

your lips press into a thin line as you blink away the image of your brother, a dull ache pulsing through your heart—you missed him. you missed the way he’d comb your hair and twirl it back into a bun, you missed how he’d patiently sit and allow you to paint his nails different colours—sometimes he’d even allow you to give him a face of makeup to match his whole look. “don’t you look pretty,” satoru would mumble as he welcomed himself into suguru’s dorm—bags of snacks for the three of you to share.

he always bought your favourites—even now; whenever satoru returned from a mission it was always expected that he’d return baring some sort of treat or candy he spotted throughout his journey, even if it was simply heading down the block. satoru loved his sweets. yuji often complained as your teacher handed you a gift.

the pink hair boy would pout and wonder where his candy was, but you always shared—and eventually satoru had gotten into the habit of buying multiple treats. “you don’t have to buy more than one, satoru. its fine, really.” but in gojo fashion he ignored your statement and proceeded to arrive at your dorm with a plastic bag full of your favourite sweet pink-packaged candies that you loved so much.

sometimes he’d arrive at your dorm to hear your vibrant laughs or the constant chatter of you and your fellow students as you played games and caught up after classes.

he’d knock softly and wait, never opening the door unless you called out or did it yourself. his tall frame would loom over you as you peered up at him from the doorway, he’d grin and extend an arm—plastic bag crinkling at the movement. your own hands would grip the handles and pull them to your side. “thank you, ‘toru.”

“just doing my job,” he’d joke. at first it confused you, but you hadn’t questioned it. you suppose this was apart of his job, going out and fighting curses, and then returning with candy. but one night when he arrived at your door he expected silence, the sun had set hours ago and he planned on leaving the bag of sweets outside your door to find in the morning—but when your muffled sobs greeted his ears he found his knuckles softly tapping at the wood separating the two of you. “sweetheart?” he was met with silence, but your sobs had ceased. “you don’t have to let me in,” he whispers. “but I just need to know if you’re okay.”

“you can come in, satoru.” your voice was strained, and the mere sound of it practically shattered his heart.

he pops the door open slightly, “are you sure? if you wanna be alone thats alright.” his blue eyes meet your bloodshot one as you nod. he shuts the door softly and settles himself on the edge of your bed, his fingers mindlessly tracing the pattern of your duvet.

“do you ever miss him?”

your question catches him off guard, but he nods. “all the time,” he sighs.

“what do you do? you know, to make it better?” he slumps, his hand reaching for yours. you let him take it, he cringes at the coolness to your touch—taking your hand between both of his to attempt to warm your fingertips.

“I like to think about all the fun we had together, things we liked to do…sometimes I like to pretend he’s still here.” he admits with a soft shrug, his gaze still on your hand sandwiched between his.

“me too,” you hum—shuffling closer, leaning on his side. he sighs and places his head atop yours. the scent of his bodywash comes off of him in waves and the linger of his lavender shampoo tickles at your nose. “thank you for always being here for me.”

“just doing my job,” his forefinger and thumb pinch at your cheek, you swat him away as his words settle in. his job hadn’t been going on missions and bringing you back a sweet, his job was going on a mission and bring you back a sweet—because he was your brother.

you’re not sure when satoru became your brother, but one day he had stolen you away from suguru to go and have a brother-sister date—at the time you had only giggled at his words, but now…

satoru contacted you every morning with his schedule for the day, and if anything in the routine shifted he’d tell you—I just want you to know where I am in case you ever need me. at breakfast, lunch, and dinner he’d send you a text and asked if you ate—and if he was around he’d offer to get you you’re favourite take out. and in true brotherly fashion—when nobara had let it slip that you were going on a date with toge later one night, gojo satoru became peak big brother.

he didn’t know if he should send the younger boy glares or poke at him. should he threaten him or tell him your embarrassing stories?

which leads to now. the two of you watching the other students attempt to train.

“toge is looking at you,” you scoff and shove at his shoulder.

“stop.”

“what? I thought you loved him,” the smirk is prominent on his lips.

“we…we haven’t said the L-word yet,” you blush—your gaze focused on your hands as they sit in your lap. satoru chuckles from above you.

you glance up, peeking through your lashes—and just as satoru had said, toge stands staring at you.

his gentle eyes meet yours, and even from where you sit you can see the way the corners crinkle with his hidden smile.

“well, just by that smile alone I can tell he loves you.”

© goingferalforhim

[mlmxreader]

A Little Affection | Tomas Vrbada x m!reader

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↳ ❝ Hi, how are you? Could you make one with the prompts 28 and 41 with Smoke, and I would like it with a male reader if that's okay ❞

: ̗̀➛ it's rare that you and Tomas get any time together, even rarer than he can stay overnight, so making the most if it is a top priority for you both.

: ̗̀➛ nudity, swearing

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Whilst his brothers were off on business, Tomas had been given some time away from the Lin Keui and all of its duties, which in all honesty, he was more than glad of; it was difficult work for him, especially with how Bi-Han treated him so terribly and so awfully.

But now he was here, standing out in the rain as his phone flashed in his pocket with the latest weather warning, bouncing on his heels for a moment as he looked around.

Bins were cascading down the street, and the rain was hammering down so harshly that it bounced up where it hit the pavement; he was lucky enough that your home had a little porch on the front that allowed him to escape the rain at least, even though his legs were wet all the way up to his calves and he was shivering as the last few raindrops gently ran down his back.

The door opened, and Tomas let out a sigh of relief when he laid his eyes on you, daring to smile as you tugged him inside, kissing him sweetly before grimacing upon feeling his hoodie.

“You’re soaked!” You howled, shaking your head. “If we’re going to Johnny’s for the night, you need to get yourself dried.”

Tomas was about to open your mouth when he saw your roommate, Kenshi, wandering around in the kitchen without a shirt on. Without hesitation, Tomas smiled as he waved. “Evening, Mister Takahashi!”

Kenshi smiled back at him, pausing as he held his hand up and nodded curtly. “Tomas.”

“Ken!” You called out, your hand on Tomas’ chest despite the dampness seeping through to your skin. “Do you have a spare shirt?”

He nodded, daring to approach; he looked Tomas up and down, and frowned. “I think I have a spare pair of trousers, too… did you get caught in the rain?”

“I walked,” Tomas explained with a shrug, “when Kuai Liang dropped me off in the centre, I figured it wouldn’t be too bad… it wasn’t raining, then.”

Kenshi hummed, looking at you for a moment. “You ought to shower as well, it might help get you warmed up.”

You nodded in agreement. “Johnny said to be there at six, so we’ve got a good hour to get ready… that alright with you, Tomas?”

He nodded, sniffling a little. “Yeah, that’s fine - thank you, both of you.”

“You’re my… whatever in law,” Kenshi smiled, patting him on the back firmly. “I don’t mind. I’ll go see if I can get you something.”

“Come on,” you tugged Tomas’ hand as a gesture for him to follow. “We’ll go shower.”

Tomas’ features went pink as he smiled. “We?”

“I’m gonna shower with you,” you told him with a slight grin, leading him towards the bathroom. “If that’s alright?”

He nodded eagerly, trying not to grin. “Yeah! Yeah, that’s fine.”

Tomas couldn’t bring himself to speak when you got into the bathroom with him, locking the door behind you; the wind and the rain was battering the window, but he was more than distracted by how you slowly stripped your clothes, putting them into a pile beside the door.

He gawked, sure that he would be drooling in a moment as his eyes raked over your body. He swallowed thickly. You noticed him looking, grinning as you tilted your head to the side and cocked a brow.

“C’mon,” you laughed softly. “This isn’t the first time you’ve seen me naked.”

He took a few steps closer, almost closing the distance as he shook his head and hummed softly under his breath. “No, but… I haven’t seen you in so long, and… did I ever tell you that our mornings together were always my favourite thing?”

You put your hands on his shoulders, leaning into him as you hummed softly, his lips against your neck. “You always tell me whenever we wake up together… and I always think about it when you’re not here.”

“I really miss you,” he murmured against your neck, bringing you flush against him as he sighed and closed his eyes for a moment. “I can’t wait to wake up next to you tomorrow.”

“You will, don’t worry,” you whispered, daring to kiss him gently when you pushed him away slightly. “But first, we gotta get you showered and warmed up.”

Tomas nodded, licking his lips as he swallowed thickly and let out a shuddering sigh. “Can I at least hold your hand while we’re at Johnny’s party?”

You shrugged, leading him to the shower and turning it on; it was cold for a few seconds, but it didn’t take too long to warm up. The water cascading down your body as you hummed and brought Tomas closer to you again, kissing him so sweetly.

He softly bit at your bottom lip, silently begging for more as he whimpered under his breath at the feeling of your warm hands against his cold chest.

“I’ll think about it,” you told him softly. 

“Come on,” Tomas objected half-seriously. “PDA isn’t going to kill you, now, is it?”

“It might,” you joked, swapping places with him so the droplets rolled down his body, all the way to the thick silver hair at his groyne. “A little affection wouldn’t kill either of us right now, though, would it?”

He brought you closer, pinning you between  his wall and the body as he gently kissed your neck, smiling against the skin. “Do you think we can make a deal?”

You put one hand at the back of his neck, the other laced firmly in his hair as you tugged at it softly. “What kinda deal, Mister Vrbada?”

“I’ll give you a little now,” he muttered between soft kisses. “If you’ll give me some later?”

You grinned, giving his hair a firm tug to pull his head back, gently running your thumb across his bottom lip as you nodded. “Every deal should be sealed with a kiss.”

Tomas grinned back, more than eager as he kissed you happily; a little giddy as he kept you so close, his hands on your hips as he thought about how fucking lucky he was to have a boyfriend like you, and how fucking much he loved you. He hoped Kenshi picked up the ring like he had promised. 

[cc-cobalt-1043]

Pancake Day

Sonic introduces his new brothers to the best breakfast food...pancakes.

Tails was sleeping in his bed when a very loud cheer woke him up.

Tails opened his eyes and looked at Sonic with a slightly frustrated look.

"Sonic, I was sleeping." Tails grumbled rubbing his eyes.

Sonic gave his brother an apologetic look.

"Sorry pal, but do you know what today is?" Sonic asked.

"Friday." Tails yawned.

"Better, it's pancake day." Sonic said eagerly.

"What's a pancake?" Tails asked.

Sonic looked at Tails as though he'd just committed murder.

"whaaa, you've never had pancakes?" Sonic asked dramatically.

Tails just shook his head.

"Well bud, prepare for the best breakfast meal you've had in your whole life." Sonic said ruffling Tails' bangs before zooming downstairs.

Tails chuckled and got up.

By the time he'd straightened and brushed his fur and went downstairs everyone was in the kitchen.

"Morning baby." Maddie smiled.

"Morning mom." Tails said.

Maddie couldn't help the huge smile that grew on her face whenever the kids called her that, when she was younger she never thought she'd have kids, let alone three alien ones.

"Mother, Sonic tells me that today is the day of pancakes." Knuckles said.

Maddie chuckled.

"Pancake Day honey, but yeah it is." Maddie smiled.

"Are these pancakes...nice." Knuckles asked.

"Knux, they're the best breakfast food you'll ever have, and your mom makes the best ones in Green Hills." Tom said.

"I will take your word on that father, but grapes are still my favourite." Knuckles said.

"Whatever floats your boat pal." Tom chuckled.

"You boys wanna help make breakfast?" Maddie asked.

They all nodded and followed Maddie into the kitchen.

Soon they were in the kitchen making  the food.

"Okay Tails, I need you to pour this much flour into the bowl." Maddie said.

Tails nodded and poured the flour, however he poured a bit too much and a cloud of flour covered him.

"I think you poured a little too much honey." Maddie chuckled.

"I think so too mom." Tails sighed flour now coating his fur.

Tom couldn't help himself and took a picture of the now flour covered fox.

Tails glared at Tom with with an adorable pout on his face.

Tom chuckled and got up from what he was doing.

"Cmon pal, let's get you cleaned up." Tom chuckled.

"Thanks dad." Tails smiled before heading upstairs with Tom.

By the time the two came down the pancakes were in the pan.

"Wow, those smell soo good mom." Tails said, his mouth watering and tails wagging excitedly.

"Glad you think so baby." Maddie smiled.

"What do you kids want on your pancakes?" Maddie asked.

"You know me mom, maple syrup all the way." Sonic smiled.

"Dad tells me Nutella is good on pancakes, can I have that?" Tails asked.

Maddie nodded.

"What about you strawberry?" She asked Knuckles.

"What would you recommend mother?" Knuckles asked.

Maddie tapped her chin for a moment.

"I've always been fond of lemon juice and sugar myself." Maddie said.

Sonic and Tails visibily cringed while Knuckles looked thoughtful.

"I think I'll try it." Knuckles said.

"Your funeral." Sonic muttered under his breath.

Soon the pancakes were ready and the toppings addded.

Sonic watched as his brothers tucked into their pancakes.

"Wow mom, these are so good." Tails spoke with his mouth full, a little Nutella decorating his muzzle and chin.

"Tails sweetie, not with your mouth full, but I'm glad you like them." Maddie said smiling.

"I will admit these are very nice, I would definitely like them as a regular breakfast." Knuckles said.

"I told you they were good Knux." Sonic said giving Knuckles a light elbow on the shoulder.

"Yes Sonic, but I would still prefer to try them myself before assuming." Knuckles said.

Sonic simply shrugged and returned to his plate.

Soon after the pancakes had been eaten (and the Nutella wiped from Tails' face) the boys were getting ready to leave for school.

"Those pancakes were good huh?" Tails asked.

"Indeed Tails, I liked them, do you believe we can have them again?" Knuckles said.

"Of course you can, all you have to do is ask them." Sonic nodded.

Knuckles and Tails nodded, both of them debating wether or not to ask for pancakes the next day.

[maochira]

CONGRATS ON 100, YOU DESERVE IT :]

With your writing event prompt I can only think of 1 for brother sae and/or rin. Like they both left their younger sibling for soccer and now they feel abandoned/left behind.

Thank you very much!! At the time of writing this I'm even super close to 120 followers where are you guys even coming from. I had 9 followers a week ago 😭😭

1. "If I had a time travel machine, my destination would be in your arms, and that's where I'll stay."

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Tags: youngest Itoshi sibling!reader, reader is a year younger than Rin, mmhhh Itoshi sibling angst my favourite dinner, quote doesn't appear in the fic but it's heavily based on it

Your life really only went downhill ever since the U-20 vs Blue Lock Eleven match. That's when both of your brothers completely forgot about you.

Before that, even though your brothers don't get along with each other, at least both of them cared about you and would try to be invested in whatever was going on in your life.

But this one match changed everything about it.

Suddenly, neither of your brothers would text or call you. Whenever you texted first, they'd either ignore you or respond super dryly.

And that's when you decide, it's time to leave them behind. They may be your brothers, but they were the ones abandoning you first.

It hurts. It really does. Just thinking about how close you used to be as kids, only for you to slowly grow apart and then be completely abandoned out of nowhere.

And every so often, you wish you could travel back in time, to those days when you were careless and having fun with your brothers.

All you want is to return to those days, when you'd hug them after every match they played together. Back then. When they played together.

[sleepingdeath-light]

the concubine ; 18+

requested by ; anonymous (kinktober entry)

word count ; 1036

content ; sexually explicit content, oral (male receiving), implied dom/sub dynamic, referenced praise/worship kink, implied size kink, getting caught/semi public sex

fandom ; marvel cinematic universe / thor films

pairing ; king!loki odinson x non binary afab reader

read also on ; ao3

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

The role of the concubine was to serve their prince without question or hesitation, to give mind and body in equal measure the second it is asked of them, and to make themselves available at a moment's notice if they are called upon. These traits of willingness, obedience, and sensuality were ones that you'd embodied perfectly for centuries as you loyally served the royal family of Asgard in the only way you could — servicing and pleasuring their youngest prince more times than you could ever hope to count over the millennia you'd known each other; earning you the title of his favourite servant, which he’d often make known whenever such things were discussed amidst the drunken whispers and seedy gossiping of royal feasts.

This favouritism was precisely why you had been the first one called upon when your dear prince had been crowned as the reigning monarch in his brother's absence (well, in truth it was more accurately described as exile but nobody wished to utter such filthy words about dear Thor). Summoned to the throne room by messenger — whose arrival had caused quite the uproar amongst your fellow private servants, which was only made worse by her insistence on you being the only one to come with her — and escorted by a dozen or so guards to meet with your new king. Though, of course, meet was more of a polite euphemism for what you’d been called upon to do, as you fully intended to help him celebrate in ways only a concubine could: with you on your knees, pleasuring him eagerly wherever and however he wished.

So that is exactly what you did.

—————

The coldness of the throne room floor seeped up through your sheer robe and chilled the skin of your calves as you knelt on it, with the only reprieve being the distracting feeling of his large slender hands in your hair and his cock sliding in and out of your mouth. He was big, to put it bluntly: long, and thick, and intimidating enough that most would choke before even wrapping their lips around the pinkish tip — a cock befitting of a god such as himself if ever there was such a thing. As pretty as a dick could be, yet so imposing that you couldn’t help but want to worship it whenever you laid eyes upon it.

And worship you did: reaching up with one hand to gently, tenderly, massage his balls whilst the other grasped at one of the strong, leather clad, thighs on either side of your head just to try and keep yourself steady and upright; running the flat of your tongue along the velvety length of his shaft, circling the pointed tip along the swollen head before taking it between your lips and lightly sucking on it — repeating the process over and over again, slowly taking more and more of him into your mouth each time as you readjusted to his size; taking him to the hilt every couple of seconds, not stopping until you could feel the leaking tip hit the back of your throat, then starting to bob your head and hollow your cheeks whilst humming softly around his cock — watching through your eyelashes as he bit down on his lower lip, furrowed his brow and let his head fall back against the ancient golden headrest behind him. He truly was a work of art; more than worthy of being called a god, and you earnestly told him as much whenever you pulled away for a sparse few moments to catch your breath.

Whispering about how 'large' and 'handsome' his cock was, repeating how 'honoured' you were to be permitted to pleasure him, and calling him 'my king', 'my lord' and 'my god' in between high pitched gasps when you felt the familiar tingling of his magic starting to worm its way between your thighs. Savouring the flavour of him as small pearls of precum slipped from his slit, eagerly swallowing all he had to give even as your legs started to sting and grow numb. Basking in every sound he made because of you — every moan and groan that he tried to muffle by biting down on his glove clad hand, every grunt that punctuated his hips bucking up into your mouth, every low whisper of praise ('just like that,') or command ('keep on going, pet,', 'don't stop until I tell you to,') that he gave to you, and that you followed without the slightest hint of hesitation in your mind or demeanour.

How very well trained.

And, too distracted by the smell of his musk and the heaviness of his length on your tongue as you took him to the hilt once again, you didn’t manage to hear the sound of footsteps approaching the throne room from behind you in time to save your, and more importantly your king’s, dignity. And Loki, completely caught up in the hot tense feeling of his approaching climax and swirling thoughts of what he’d do to you next, didn’t even realise that anyone else was near enough to catch you until it was too late. His superior senses dulled by hazy pleasure until those footsteps came to an abrupt halt and his eyes snapped open to see one of his many guards, mouth agape in shock and frozen in place as he processed exactly what he’d walked in on.

Thankfully all it took was your king yelling at him to ‘get out!’ and scolding him for not seeing that he was clearly ‘busy’ for the unfortunate young man to scurry off with his tail between his legs. Though the mood was very much so ruined after that.

You’d have to continue this somewhere more private later, your king had to do some damage control…

[fandom-trash-goblin]

Jiang cheng for the ask game

Also asked my @jcs-singular-slut-strand my beloved <3<3<3 and another anon, i'll just put it here. this needs a lot more jin ling but i'm tired sorry

Favourite thing about them: the fact that jiang cheng isn't a genius like wwx. he works hard and he fails and he's still so fucking amazing. he's sandu shengshou, he's sect leader jiang, he's zidian's wielder, he's fucking amazing. jiang cheng goes from this:

the most laughable one was the Yunmeng Jiang Sect, the people of which either had been killed or had scattered, leaving only Jiang Cheng, who was younger than even Lan XiChen and was still a child born yesterday, who had nobody in his hands but still dared call himself sect leader, holding up the banner of rebellion as he recruited new disciples.

to one of the most feared people in the world. everyone needs to clap for him.

propoganda : sect leader jiang convincing rogue cultivators to join, the dichotomy of our poor little dangereuse meow meow, he's trying so hard but he's going the wrong way, man believes his big brother so deeply even when he wants him dead, his fearsome reputation comes from killing his brother but gosh he will cry if you mention that,

Least favourite thing about them: not a least favourite thing tbh just--i so badly wanted the reverse core reveal man. i wanted jiang cheng to throw it in wei wuxian's face that he sacrificed himself first. i know it's not his character, and it's better that way, but i want him to- and then i wanna see the devastation on wwx's face. delicious

Favourite line: this post has that variation of my father picked me five times in my entire life and it made me happy for months that i cannot bring myself to write so you should just click on the link. also, devastation->

the absolute variations of Wei Wuxian!

Don’t you understand? When you’re standing on their side, you’re the bizarre genius, the miraculous hero, the force of the rebellion, the flower that blooms alone. But the second your voice differs from theirs, you’ve lost your mind, you’ve ignored morality, you’ve walked the crooked path. You think you can be immune to all those condemnations as you stay outside of the world and do whatever you want? No such precedent has happened before!

Why do you want his forehead ribbon? To hang yourself and commit suicide? I can lend you my belt, you’re welcome.

Go ahead. What other bad news do you have to report?

something something If you insist on protecting them(the Wen side branch), then I can't protect you

brOTP: Jiang Cheng & Jin Ling. that's his jiujiu, man. you can fucketh right off if you wanna say anything bad. i would love love an explored dynamic between Jiang Cheng & Lan Qiren. also a possible wen ning & jiang cheng or lan wangji & jiang cheng but we are not gonna see it happen in this cannon lmao.

OTP: chengxian. here's why one, two, three, four (gif), five, six, seven (gif), eight (thoughts on different wavelengths), the absolute circles of them saving each other, the fucking golden core reveal scene. golden scene reveal part 2, between this and jonsa, i'm never beating the incest allegations

edit: jiang cheng will always forgive wei wuxian

nOTP: i started out with jiang cheng/lan xichen... but i don't really see it anymore. but i don't hate it either, i will read fics for it if i like the writing.

Random headcanon:

lichtenberg scars. many of them, glowing whenever he uses zidian. here's where i got it from.

man is a savant at politics even if he's loud and angry.

yunmeng jiang absolutely adores their sect leader. i will love you forever if you send me recs all of them. pretend i haven't read a single one.

Lan Qiren has a favourite student that year and his name was not LWJ. Person had the same initials as Jesus Christ.

Unpopular Opinion: liking Jiang Cheng itself might be an unpopular opinion, tbh. but. let me punch wen ning just once. once. i'm sure he's done nothing wrong in his life ever. but please. once

Song I associate with them: zero idea. i'll get back to you on this.

Favourite picture of them:

babey! i think we're underestimating the potential of disney princess jiang cheng // that's his whole damn world he loves them so much // the shepherd's favourite lamb vibes.

[onyx66]

Random Metalocalypse Headcanons

It’s about time I make content for those idiots/aff 🖤🥰

Murderface loves anything with cheese. Mac n Cheese, grilled cheese, cheese pizza (with stuffed crust), cheese fondues, cheesecakes, you name it. He would slather them with extra cheese if he has too. Unfortunately, he’s lactose intolerant. But does he care? Hell no. Murderface just LOVES cheese.

His bathroom is gonna stink for the next few days. I feel bad for the Klokateer in charge of cleaning that.

If Nathan ever gets a pet crocodile, he’ll probably name it something cool like Jaws or Slash. But he’d also go for something more ‘cute’ like Buttons or Spots.

Skwisgaar vaguely remembers watching Moomins when he was a kid. It was when Toki bought a few Moomin plushies that he suddenly remembers a bit about the cartoon. He didn’t care about some kids show from his childhood but surprisingly, he stuck around when Toki infodumps about them.

Toki on the other hand, never saw Moomins as a kid. **cough cough** abusive childhood **cough cough** When he first heard of the Moomin park, Toki was excited to go there. It was when he find out that it based off a cartoon so he binged watched the whole series in one night. Now he won’t shut up about it when he wants to talk about Moomins.

Then Toki begged the rest of the band to take him to the Moomin park and Skwisgaar ended up giving in first.

After Pickles told his mom to go fuck herself, he did some thinking for a while and realised how fucking awful his mother was to him growing up and that he can never satisfy her no matter how hard he tries. So he finally cut her off. Thank god cuz his mom sucks

That didn’t stop Molly from pestering Pickles again. Whenever she tried to call him after that incident, Pickles has the klokateers block her number.

The same thing goes for Seth too. Pickles tries really hard to ignore his calls or block his number from Australia. But since Seth now works for them, Pickles had to end up paying him back even if he didn’t want to. He still had to this feeling he owes something to Seth despite knowing how much of a shitty brother he was to him.

Toki LOVES Squishmallows. He bought a whole collection of them for his bedroom until it didn’t fit his room anymore. His favourites are the cat and bunny ones.

Every Dethklok member is neurodivergent one way or another. Don’t change my mind.

Skwisgaar’s guilty pleasure music is ABBA but he would never tell anyone about it. But then Toki looked through his playlist and snitched on him to his band mates. They all made fun of Skwisgaar for a while.

Toki makes a flower clown for his bandmates once. They all complained that it’s gay but they all kept it on nonetheless. Toki also made one for Charles, Dick Knubble and Abigail.

Unsurprisingly, Murderface loves visiting antique stores and cabinet of curiosities. He particularly loves taxidermy, old artefacts and bone collections.

Nathan and Pickles competed against each other in a burger eating competition once but it ended in a tie since they were both too stuffed.

Will make a part 2 soon after I think of more headcanons

[techtalksfics]

Tech Support (Tech x Reader)

Summary: Tech meets the reader on Pabu and decides the best way to show he cares is by simply doing all the technical work the reader has lined up to do.

Author's Note: this is just based off of my interpretation of Tech. Hopefully it's okay. I'm thinking there may be a part two. You know, a little wine and dine, a little smut, a little bit of Echo. Who knows.

Warnings: None, this is just straight fluff. Couple of swear words, if you don't like those, well... tough luck. I swear.

Word Count: 7.2 K (oops, again)

You sat under the famous tree of Pabu and scratched the chalk calmly across the paper. You began furiously blending the contours of his face, his cheeks, his jaw, as you remembered them in your mind. But you had only seen him from a distance and currently, he was up in the sky teaching Omega how to fly. So no chance of sketching from a distance, as you'd previously done. The ship frantically swooped low in the sky, causing a sudden gust of wind to bustle around you, flipping the page of sketchbook slightly. You enjoyed the sensation as the hairs on your arm stood on end as the sudden cool chill swept over you. Your head hit the bark as the Marauder rushed past you, disappearing into the distance of the sparse clouds.

The sun shone wildly as it so often did on Pabu. A little piece of paradise that you were now grateful to call home. You raised your hand to cover your eyes as you watched the ship disappear.

As the Marauder span off into the distance and disappeared, your eyes immediately fell back down to your sketchpad, and you continued to work on his jaw line. You had to keep trying to recall his features from memory. You remembered the strong and sharp line of his jaw, the intensity of his large goggles neatly lined on his face; you remembered his soft brown eyes and indulgent yet thin lips. You tried to remember that soft smile you'd seen afforded to Omega and his brothers on occasion. You tried to remember everything you could as you sketched his face on the paper before you. But even after all the recollection, after all the trouble, time and toil of your work, you still weren't happy with it; something still wasn't quite right.

But you'd only ever seen him from a distance. So how could it possibly be truly accurate? You sighed, wishing you had the confidence to approach him. Introduce yourself. Tell him you admire him. That you thought he was handsome. That you had the confidence to invite him to dinner. But you didn't. So, you simply admired him from a distance, whenever you could. More often than not, this was when he was working on the Marauder. You could sit in this very spot and watch him intently as he worked. You chose moments where you knew he was enraptured in his work that he wouldn't notice your gaze. You knew how to choose those moments because you'd experienced them too. Those moments of total focus on technological development. Your enjoyment of art was not your only skill.

Suddenly, the Marauder swooped towards you, wings raised for landing. Clunking down with a solid thud, it landed.

Well, at least her landings are improving, you reasoned with yourself. Though you had noticed a number of people running from the landing sight. Probably a sensible solution, given her previous attempts.

Whilst you couldn’t muster the courage to speak with her brother, you’d become quite close to Omega. Her outgoing and courageous personality made it almost impossible not to know her and care for her. As the gangplank, you couldn’t stop your eyes from watching the entranceway. Your sketchpad fell limp in your fingers as you watched. Omega came bounding off, as she very often did. A wide grin spread across her face. Flying lessons were her favourite thing at the moment and based on the way she was flying, you could see why.

Then you waited. Waited for Tech to emerge and when he did, you couldn’t help but giggle. He stumbled slightly, hand reaching to fix his out of place goggles as he clung to the frame of the ship. You only ever saw him this undone when he had been flying with Omega. When his eyes drifted towards you, you looked down quickly and began stroking at the chalk on the page. Hopefully he hadn’t noticed you staring.

Unfortunately, in your panic at being caught, you hadn’t noticed Omega approaching you and when she burst out a ‘hello’, you jumped a mile out of your skin, throwing your sketching pad up in the air and it flew away from you. “Oh, sorry!” She said, as she reached sheepishly for your sketch pad.

Oh shit, you groaned inwardly. She held it in her hand for a moment as she looked intently at the drawing on the page.

“This is Tech,” she said as she looked at the drawing. All you could muster was a nod, dreading whatever question came next. But there wasn’t one. She simply said, “this is amazing! You’re really talented.” As she handed the sketchpad back to you, she asked, “have you met him yet? I didn’t think you knew each other.”

“We, uh, don’t know each other, no.” You mumbled quickly, “I just noticed him the other day and thought he had an interesting face.” An interesting face, seriously, you thought painfully, is that seriously the best you could come up with?

Well at least you'd made it seem like the fixation was recent.

That’s when you noticed it and your heart began thudding in your chest. Tech had spotted Omega with you and had decided to approach, to find out what had caused a sudden and loud yelp. Your palms began to sweat, your heart racing and your head fogged over. His walk was one of subtle confidence, to call it a strut would be perhaps too critical. But there was some slight power to the way his feet pushed him forward. But that certainly did not help the incoming chaos of your mind.

“You are improving Omega,” Tech said as he finally reached you. You noted that he did not appear to be a man who opened with empty platitudes or standard greetings. But you smiled at Omega who was beaming at the compliment. His opinion being one of high import in her young life.

“The landings are certainly less chaotic,” you suddenly said, not knowing where that confidence came from, and Tech suddenly let his eyes fall on you, a small smile on his lips at you comment. Sucking in a breath, you dared to push forward. “Your teaching must be excellent,” you offered.

“I believe you are correct in your assumption.” He factually stated. He observed you for a moment before thrusting his hand towards you, “I am Tech, I do not believe we have met.” Taking his hand in yours and gently shaking it, you threw out your name speedily, simply grateful when you didn’t stutter. When he pulled his hand back, he looked at his gloved hand and noticed a grey residue on his fingers. Lifting his hand closer to his face, he brushed his fingers together and then looked at you quizzically.

You grimaced.

“I’m so sorry,” you mumbled, “it’s just chalk.”

“Yes, I had gathered it would be something of the sort.”

“I should’ve wiped my hand off or something. I’m truly sorry.” You grimaced again as you looked at him with a crimson blush on your face. He simply smiled softly at you, the corners of his lifting gently.

“Think nothing of it. Chalk will simply rub off shortly. There are far worse substances to be covered in, plastoid, acertron, gammaplast. Just to name a few. ” As he continued to rub his fingers together, he asked, “what are you using the chalk for?” Omega had been quietly watching the interaction up until this point. Fascinated by how nervous Tech seemed to make you. She’d always known you to be fairly outgoing and fierce. All the stories you told her certainly suggested you were a truly fiery person. But suddenly, you’d become exceedingly quiet and Omega was convinced she knew why.

“She’s sketching,” Omega chimed in, and Tech’s eyebrows raised at the comment. “She’s very talented. Look at her drawing of you.”

Oh no, oh please no, you begged internally. As Omega grabbed the sketchpad from your loose grasp, she thrust it towards Tech to examine, before he could even utter a word, and examine it he did. Taking it into his hands, he analysed the drawing of his features.

“This demonstrates a high level of skill, from a quantifiable perspective at least,” he offered as he continued to stare at the drawing. Suddenly, his eyes drifted from the page and back to you, the deep brown of his eyes unnerved you, “may I ask why I am the subject of such scrutiny?”

“I suppose… I have looked at you a little from a distance.”

“May I ask why?” He quickly said. Omega’s head was whipping between the two of you as you spoke, trying to figure out what was happening.

“You…” you began the sentence and realised there was only one real ending to it, “I think you have an interesting face.” There. You’d said it. Hopefully that was enough. His eyebrows seemed to rise even further than before as you said that. But you couldn’t look at him now. So, your eyes fell towards the Marauder. You just needed something to focus on that could calm you down.

As your eyes remained fixated, you felt your sketchpad fall back into your hands. Tech had reached forward and placed it there. He secretly hoped that would bring the warm gaze of your topaz eyes back to him and he was glad when it did. He smiled once more and said, “you are very talented.”

Omega was beaming suddenly, a plan was forming in her mind. “You have to join us for dinner this evening,” she announced suddenly. “Shep would love to have you, you know that.”

“Yes,” Tech affirmed, looking at Omega, “I believe you are right, Omega. I believe that we would all certainly enjoy your company for dinner this evening.”

“O-okay,” was all you could muster as you clutched onto your sketchpad. You looked at Omega and sighed out a smile, “it would be lovely to have dinner with you all.” With that, your plans for the evening had been settled.

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Shep was certainly surprised to find out you had agreed to join them for dinner. It wasn’t that you were unsociable. No; it was simply that you usually dined with Romsan and Colanna, the other ‘tech’ fanatics and refugee friends of yours. As a trio, you would occasionally attend one of his dinners together. But alone? It had only happened once before, when you'd arrived. But he was certainly elated to have you join them. He always enjoyed inclusive dinners and was thrilled you felt welcomed enough to join them.

“Please make yourself at home,” he said to you as he noticed you awkwardly standing at the edge of the stone steps, “you know you’re always welcome here.” You deeply appreciated his encouragement. Your sorely beaten ego needed all the encouragement it could get. After you’d left Omega and Tech, you’d gone on to work on your attractor node. You’d been toiling away on it for months, with no success in resurrecting it from the damaged state it was in. What you hadn’t realised as you’d left for dinner was that your tool belt was still firmly around your waist.

That was the first thing Tech had noticed when you arrived. He noticed that you wore an emerald dress of a georgette looking fabric, with an exceedingly out of place and clunky tool belt around your waist. So, you’d clearly dressed for the dinner but had also been working prior to your arrival. He also took quick note of the device in your hand and presumed that the device in question was what you had been working on. Recognising certain mechanisms, his mind worked to determine its purpose.

You’d noticed Tech staring at you as you walked nervously around the table, suddenly realising why as your hands came to your waist. You quickly opted to remove the belt and place it across the wall behind the dinner table. This allowed your dress to cascade more elegantly around your body and Tech couldn’t help but notice this. He enjoyed the way your dress stirred gently against the soft breeze. Green was certainly a colour that suited you.

As dinner was served, you took a seat and found yourself seated next to Tech and you whole heartedly believe this to be the work of Omega. Course after course was served and you picked delicately at the food, not wanting to overindulge on Shep’s kindness. You made idle conversation with Wrecker about the quality of the food and with Hunter about the works going on in lower Pabu. You even chatted with Omega about her improved flying skills.

But you couldn’t muster the courage to speak to Tech and this disappointed him. You had been introduced so your reason for avoiding his gaze and conversation baffled him somewhat. He believed that of all the companions at the table, you would be able to speak to him as it appeared you may have more in common than he had originally thought.

As everyone found themselves full and content, your fingers couldn't help but drift towards the attractor node that you just couldn't seem to put down. You reached for a tool from your belt, strewn on the wall behind you, and began fiddling with the broken trigger button.

"What's that?" Omega asked as you fiddled with the heavy device that you'd lifted into your lap. You grabbed the hydrospanner from the belt behind you and began tightening a nodule. You sighed as you put the spanner down on the table, realising you truly were getting nowhere with this device. What you hadn't noticed, was that Tech had been watching you the entire time you'd be working. "It's a modified attractor node," you eventually replied, flickering your eyes towards Omega. Dinner conversation had dwindled a bit as a continued, "it simulates a gravitational pull at the same strength as the ones found in shuttle bays... or it would, if I could get it to work."

“I could fix that,” Tech announced from the seat beside you. He’d been watching you tinker away for some time, longer than he probably should’ve. But he admired watching your expertise at work. He didn’t realise that his staring hadn’t gone unnoticed by his brothers. Tech reached over and took the device from your hands. You felt the warmth of his gloved hand glide over yours as he took it securely from you. Before you could even begin to protest, Tech had taken a tool from his belt and began to work. “This device is exceedingly impressive. I wonder who designed such a miniature version of an Imperial attractor node. It is an impressive idea.”

“That would be me,” you offered up sheepishly, and Tech’s eyes snapped up to you as you spoke. He looked somewhat shocked. "It was an idea I had when the Empire rose." Not much of an explanation you realised.

“My compliments to the architect of an ingenious device. I had made the assumption that Phee had found this for you,” he explained as he continued to work. You’d both clearly disregarded the purpose of a ‘family’ dinner and focused solely on the device. Idle chatter quickly picked up around you. You watched Tech work, absolutely in awe of his skill and ability. He began taking parts of the device off and you frowned instinctively. As you went to protest that he was making it worse he simply looked up at you through the edge of his goggles, his face still down, and stated, “it needs inner configuration. I have taken the part off carefully. It is fine.” As he took off another part, he asked, “what truly lead to the creation of this device?”

“I worked for a clandestine operation briefly after the fall of the Jedi, it was useful in trapping Imperial ships. The size of this device was crucial for that, but…” you voice drifted off as you remembered the pain of the fateful night you fled, with a sigh you said, “it was damaged after we were found out.” The dinner fell eerily silent at that comment. A shared understanding of the pain caused by the Empire was apparent.

“Found out?” He probed without looking up.

“Yes. They slaughtered my friends, I… well, I barely managed to escape.” You scratched at your neck slightly, “that’s how I ended up here. The device was damaged during my escape.” With those words, Tech stopped working. Something he wasn’t prone to doing. When he looked at you, you swore you could almost see sympathy in the depths of his brown eyes. You were trying your absolute best to hold back the tears for your fallen friends.

“I am sorry about your friends,” he said, a small frown decorating his lips.

“It’s fine. I have a good home now,” you picked up your drink and raised it towards Shep, “I have a family, thanks to the good people of Pabu.” Tech’s eyes drifted between you and Shep before simply continuing with his work. He had the sudden urge to ensure this device became operational. It seemed important to you. Though why that thought motivated him, he didn’t quite know. Suddenly, your topaz eyes became fixated on his nimble fingers as he worked on the device. You took a sip of your drink, eyes remaining pinned on Tech. You didn’t notice the small smirk shared between Hunter and Wrecker as you watched.

“She is instrumental to the repairs of electronics on this island, limited though they may be,” Shep affirmed as he grinned at you. Tech’s eyes suddenly snapped up to you and he seemed to simply be evaluating you. You blushed under his intense scrutiny.

Is this how he felt when he found out I had been sketching him? You couldn’t help but wonder this as he stared at you. You decided a change of conversation was needed.

The reality of his thoughts were perhaps a little simpler than what you'd imagine. When he had discovered you sketching, he had assumed you were simply an artist. Not any kind of expert in electronics or mechanics and now it appeared, you were certainly an expert in both.

“I will be looking at those mechanisms for the ladder tomorrow, as promised Shep,” you confirmed with a nod. Tech drifted back to his previous attentions – your device.

“There is no rush, my dear girl.” He retorted gently as he reached for his glass. He looked between you and Tech and noticed a hidden spark that he had not expected. “And don’t forget to continue with your sketching. Your representations of our community are truly commendable. Not to mention beautiful.”

“Thank you, Shep,” you responded with a grin, “you know how much peace I find in my art.”

“I do, my dear girl.” He loved to call you that. He was like a father to you in so many ways and he very often liked to remind you of that. You weren’t sure if Tech had even been paying attention to the conversation happening around him.

But Tech had been listening intently whilst he worked. He found it fascinating that you found peace in your art. There were very few who delved into both words. He found himself thinking that you deserved as much peace as you could get after what you had been through.

As the sun finished setting, Tech looked up at you and thrust the device back towards you. “That should work within its standard parameters now,” he affirmed as you took hold of it, examining his work. “But I would not recommend activating the device at the dinner table.” A joke? Your mind boggled at the concept, but you couldn’t help but flutter out a giggle. Tech simply adjusted his goggles and forced his eyes to focus on the food before him. As you observed him a little longer, you noticed a light pink dusting on his cheeks. That couldn’t be because I giggled at his comment, you thought, could it?

“I can’t believe you fixed it.” You spoke softly and Tech eyes drifted back toward you.

“You’re surprised?” He queried softly, with a faintly and probably accidentally cocky undertone.

“More grateful than surprised.” He looked perturbed at the comment and even more so when you raised yourself from seat just enough to lean over and place your arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug. “Thank you, Tech,” you whispered into his ear as you embraced him. Unsure of what to do, he simply placed an awkward arm about your back and waited for you to pull away. Whilst he was waiting for it to end, he realised that he also very much enjoyed the warmth of your body around his. He liked the feeling of your dress brushing against his thigh.

“You are most welcome.” You smiled. “Should you need assistance with any other works, I would be more than capable of helping.”

“I have no doubt about that, Tech.”

As the evening wore on and the drinks flowed freely, you told the full and unabridged tale of how you came to Pabu. You explained your previous work on Coruscant, in the Jedi Temple archives. A role you had always been thrilled to hold. You also explained that you sketched and painted on the side wherever you could. That it brought you a sort of inner peace. You explained how you’d become involved in the clandestine operation to save Jedi and clones where you could and how it had crumbled around you. You explained that you’d watched the Temple burn, how you’d hidden in the archives but when you were found, you had been spared. Order 66 didn’t apply to terrified librarians as it turned out. 

“When the world crumbled around me, I did what I could to help and when I couldn’t do it anymore…well I landed here, and they took me in. I owe these people everything.” With a smile, you explained, “now I help with repairs wherever needed, keeps me busy and when I’m free I draw whatever I want as much as I want. Until I got to Pabu, I never knew what it meant to be truly free.” There was sense of understanding washing across the table as you spoke. It was the most any of them had heard you say. Especially Tech. He was surprised by your entire story and enamoured by your bravery. He wished he’d known you sooner. He’d been here for several rotations and had only noticed you as a shadowy figure in the distance of his mind.  Finally, as the silence felt too much, “life here is pretty perfect.”

 “You’d like Echo,” Omega replied, “he’s out there fighting for clones too.” You smiled and silently prayed that their dear friend was safe.

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The next day, you awoke with a groan. The sun was already high in the sky, the scorching sun filled your cabin with a heated greeting. The wine you had drunk copious amounts of the previous night swam violently around your head, causing you to moan. You really must learn to drink a little less at dinner. You were getting too old for that. Stretching out your tired limbs, you dressed yourself in a linen shirt and cargo pants, fixing your belt around you.

You were already very late in starting your day and remained full from the previous evenings dinner. With that in mind, you stumbled out the door and made your way towards the broken ladder mechanisms. When you arrived, however, you found Tech already evaluating and fixing the modules.

When he saw you approach, he turned to you and offered you a good morning before immediately returning to his work. You simply stood there, sheepishly, watching him work. After a moment, he stood up straight and tested out the mechanism. You weren't surprised to find that it was now working.

Damn it, you thought, Shep’s guests doing my work. You couldn’t help but feel a little ashamed.

“You didn’t need to do that Tech,” you mumbled as you approached him. He peered over the edge at the ladder. When he felt your shadow gloss over him, he turned to you slightly and simply stated, “I was already here and thought I could lend a hand. It was truly no trouble. I stopped by your hut earlier and you seemed to be enjoying a restful morning. I did not wish to disturb it.”

“Are they both operational now?” You queried. When he nodded, you gave a contented sigh. That was one less thing to fix. “Thank you, Tech.” You couldn't help but reach up and throw your arms around his neck. You couldn't seem to help yourself. Unlike the awkwardness of the night before, this time you felt his hands come to rest on the small of your back and you hugged him.

“You are welcome.” He adjusted his goggles and simply looked at you, a pink blush rising on his cheeks and neck. “I did inform you that I was more than able to aid in the repairs.” When you smiled gently at him, Tech’s chest tightened inexplicably, and he did not understand why. He would analyse his bodily reactions later on when he had a moment to spare, he decided.

“Well, I guess this gives me more time to draw this afternoon.” You joked, scratching at the back of your neck awkwardly.

"I thought it might," he replied, somewhat quickly, "I have some ideas for further modifications for the Marauder." He only said this to try and relieve the tension of his previous comment.

“Would you like any help?” You offered.

“No, thank you. It should not take me long. Enjoy your sketching.” He said with a gentle smile. Then, suddenly, Tech retreated towards Upper Pabu and towards the Marauder, leaving you standing awkwardly by the finished work.

Shep appeared as you watched Tech walk off into the distance. You didn’t notice him until he clapped you on the shoulder. “They look fixed. Another good job as always,” he said cheerily. Your fingers nervously played with the auburn hair which was loosely falling around your shoulders.

“You can thank Tech,” you responded. “He’s the one who fixed them.”

“It is good that our new friends are helping out,” he responded as he looked out over Pabu. “They are becoming exceedingly valuable to this community. I am glad you have found a friend in their midst."

“Y-yes,” you stuttered as you forced your eyes away from the empty space that Tech had left, “yes I suppose he is a sort of friend now, isn't he?” Shep rested his hand on your shoulder, before patting it slightly and making his way down towards the wreckage that was still present in lower Pabu.

For a moment, you simply stood there, frozen in spot... wondering how it had come to this. Tech support, as you would now call it. Bizarre, you thought.

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The next day, you’d woken up early to aid in fixing the mechanisms of one of the docking systems. You knew Wrecker and Shep needed it sorted as soon as possible. They'd let you know the work was needed the night before as you'd walked past the Marauder whilst heading to your favourite sketching spot. You'd notice Tech sitting in the entrance of the Marauder tinkering away. You were sure he hadn't been listening this time. Surely, your idle chit chat would be of little interest to him.

So, you’d awoken once again, very much in the same way you had the day before, and headed straight down to the docks. You often skipped breakfast when there were works needed.

When you arrived, you found Tech high up on a ladder, fixing the mechanism that Shep had asked you to attend to.

“Good morning Tech,” you said cheerily as you approached, “I wasn’t aware that they’d asked you to help with this too.”

“Ah,” he said looking down from his work, “good morning.” When your name fell from his lips, you realised you loved the very tone in which he said it. It was both soft and heated as it fell from his lips. A stunning pronunciation of an unimportant facet of your life. Whilst you pondered your interest in the way your name had fallen from his lips, he had climbed down the ladder. His towering height meant his gaze fell downwards towards you. “They did not ask me to help. But I overheard your conversation with Shep. I thought I could be of some assistance in fixing this mechanism.”

“Please,” you started carefully, “allow me to help finish the work. I was tasked with it after all and I am sure you have far more important work that you could be doing.”

“No need,” he stated so simply that you were perturbed. “It is almost fixed, I simply need to make one more adjustment and it should be operational. I can continue with my own works shortly.” He adjusted his goggles and admired you. Although you didn't know that's what he was doing. He simply looked you up and down with a scrutinising stare. You'd put on a black sundress, due to the heat, but still had your tool belt about your waist. Suddenly he spluttered, "you look very pretty today."

You blushed heavily at that. Your hands idly reached for the fabric of your dress.

"Oh, um, thank you!" That was all you could muster in response.

“Well, I will go and find something else to do. I am sure there is plenty more that needs fixing.” You affirmed, finding the positive in the very confusing situation you found yourself in. “Thank you, Tech.” You went to turn, but realised he was still staring at you, almost expectantly. But perhaps that was wishful thinking in your head.

Regardless and with a small smile on your face, you reached up and gave him a quick hug. Arms around his neck and his hands just above your waist. When you pulled back he was pink in the cheeks again and you relished in the sight.

“It is my pleasure," he finally said as you began to pull away, "perhaps you could sketch some more this afternoon, now that your time will be free?” He suggested as he began to climb the ladder once more.

“Y-yeah, maybe I could.” What a wonderful thought, you realised. Less work, more pleasure.

As you walked away, you found yourself sitting on the stone steps that led to the docks, simply watching Tech work. You sighed as you placed your hands over your knees and leant your weight into your legs. It was also a new pleasure of yours to simply watch the man work.

“He likes fixing things,” Hunter said, making you jump. He had silently approached, after watching the situation unfold, a small smile on his lips. When you'd sat down, he wanted to make his presence known.

"I can tell," you replied airily.

“And I think, these days, he likes helping you particularly.” He added smugly, crossing his arms as he leant on the wall beside you, his head tilted in your direction. The smug smile made you react with a start, almost causing palpitations.

“What do you mean,” you queried, disconcerted by his train of thought.

“Tech likes to be helpful. He’s active in his affection. Not so much with the words but with the things that can help, make life easier, and recently, he seems intent in helping you.” He adjusted slightly on the wall as his gaze fell towards the chaotic sight of Wrecker chasing Omega around the dock. Those two were the happiest he had seen in so many rotations.

“I have no idea what you’re getting at,” you said, leaning into your legs once more, staring down into the docks. Omega had stopped at Tech's beckoning call and she handed him a different tool but from this distance, you couldn’t see what it was. You could probably guess but there was no way to be certain.

“Just know this, Tech is always helpful. But sometimes, he will actively try to be helpful. He does it when he cares and he cannot express things the way everyone else does.” You felt Hunter’s hand gently squeeze your shoulder. "If you want him to express that he cares in some other way, you'll have to draw it out of him..." his voice trailed off and his eyes narrowed somewhat, "and it'll be like drawing blood from a stone."

After that, he simply disappeared. You sat there for a moment pondering his words but couldn’t fathom exactly what he was trying to tell you. Was he telling you that Tech liked you? Was he telling you to make a move? You truly couldn't tell what was happening there. But you'd certainly be mulling over his words incessantly.

Shaking your head, you reached into the pocket on your trousers and pulled out your sketchpad. Grabbing the loose chalk from a different pocket, you began to sketch the sight before you. This time, you knew the faces of everyone in front of you. You simply began to draw the wonder of the new members of the community fixing up the dock, paying particular attention to sketching Tech stretching up on the ladder to fix the mechanism. In fact, that image brimmed to the edges of the page. You smiled as you watched them work in the midday sun.

Perhaps having a helper wasn’t so bad after all.

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About a week later and numerous Tech support encounters later, you knew you had to begin working on the electrics in the lower Pabu. You were aware that this project was the most extensive you’d been tasked with. You set out with a sense of purpose and in that, you found tranquillity. But you were also aware that the likelihood of finding Tech already working there were incredibly high.

Walking by Hunter and Omega, you gave them a fond hello as you made your way down the staircases towards the lower huts of Pabu. When you arrived at the starting point, you found Tech already working on the wiring in the hut. You sighed as you saw him.

“Good morning,” he offered without looking up. He simply felt your presence at the door. “I have begun wiring the lights for this hut, it was heavily damaged. But I believe it to be easily salvageable.”

“I agree,” you responded cautiously, “that was why I had intended to start with this hut.” After he offered no response, you decided to finally ask the question burning in the back of your chaotic mind, "Tech, do you think I'm bad at my job?" His head flipped up suddenly, almost banging on the console that was only slightly above him.

"Not at all," he replied quickly, "I think you are highly proficient. Admirable, in fact."

"Then why are you doing all of my work?"

“I have the situation in hand,” he responded haphazardly, from under the panel. “You said that you found peace in your sketching. That you enjoyed it profusely. I was simply trying to afford you the time to do that.” You sucked in a breath. This conversation was not going the way you thought it would have.

 “Please Tech,” you begged, “let me help, at least a little. So I don’t feel completely useless.” He paused his ministrations for a moment and observed the pained expression on your face. “That was never my intent,” he finally said and as he adjusted his slightly wonky goggles he sat fully upright after pulling himself out from under the console. "I..." He began, looking at you, "I apologise if I have overstepped. I just wanted to offer you my assistance."

Then everything clicked into place. Hunter’s gentle nudge about Tech’s ‘forms of affection’. All of the hard work he had been doing. Putting his own projects on hold. All the work he had been doing. Omega’s curious interest in introducing the two of you. “You did all of this for me? So I could do something that brings me peace?"

“I suppose on some, I am doing it for the people of Pabu,” he afforded you a soft smile, a rare sight of his gentle lips, “but yes, I have been doing this for your benefit. I wanted to afford you the time to truly feel at peace with your sketching. I believe that was how you described it.” As he leaned back down suddenly, to hide his blushing cheeks, you couldn’t help but reach out your arm and place it on his elbow. Almost willing him to look at you. When he paused and stared at your arm, you softly whispered his name. Instinctually, he moved out from under the console and looked at you sheepishly.

You took that moment as your chance. You reached in and placed your lips to his cheek. The softness of lips on his skin lit his whole body on fire. He couldn’t avoid a slight jump at the contact but as your face lingered near his, he reached in and rested his forehead to the side of your head awkwardly. “Thank you, Tech,” you whispered softly. This was a step further than the odd friendly hugs you'd shared.

The somewhat amorous response you had towards him made his heart soar. Eventually, you pulled away from one another. You took the spanner from his hand and leaned down to continue the works, with a smile he couldn’t see, you simply said, “but I’m still going to help you. Because I enjoy this too.”

For a moment, Tech remained upright and simply thought about the contact, the gentle brush of your lips on his cheek. His mind was racing, he could feel his heart thumping in his chest. Steadying himself, he simply lay his body next to yours. Your body connected to his at the arm as he began working again. He could feel the warmth of your body, the feeling of your hip pressed against his and he suddenly dropped the tool in his hand.

You asked if he was okay as a result.

“I am fine,” he responded almost too quickly, before adding, “thank you.” You smiled at him under the console, before continuing with your ministrations. He retrieved the tool and began working beside you. He suddenly realised how well you worked together.

That day, you and Tech simply worked alongside one another. Solving problem after problem and you both loved the feeling of being understood by another.

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“You know you don’t have to help me with everything, you know,” you told Tech one evening as you stood together looking over Pabu.

“I do not mind. My proficiency in technical repairs is certainly beneficial for efficiency.” You stated so calmly that you couldn’t help but giggle a little.

“I don’t doubt that Tech,” you said, placing your hand on his bicep, “I appreciate you helping me. But you have Omega’s flying to worry about.”

“I am capable of instructing her,” he paused to look at your hand on his arm, it almost made him shiver when you didn’t let go. After a moment he finished his thought, “and helping you.”

“I just mean,” you sighed as you tried to find the right words, “if you wanted to spend time with me, without repairing things, that would be fine with me too.”

“What about your sketching?” He queried as he turned suddenly to face you directly, “I do not wish to distract you from that.”

Pulling out your sketchbook, you handed it to him. “Take a look,” you mumbled softly, feeling your cheeks heat slightly. He blushingly took hold of your sketchpad and opened it. The early pages were sketches of Pabu, of Shep, of the damage, of Phee and her treasures. He smiled at that, he had come to care for Phee. He was glad you cared for her too.

When he continued to turn the pages, his face suddenly became oddly nervous. There was the sketch of him he had already seen but when he continued he found the sketches were of him fixing the mechanism at the dockyard, him at that first dinner when they’d met. They were all of him. All you had drawn in recent rotations was him. Him. Him. Him.

“I am grateful that wanted to grant me time to find peace in my drawing,” you affirmed. “But…” your voice drifted off. In a sudden burst of confidence, you placed your hand over his as he grasped your sketchbook tightly. You reached to close it and place it back in your pocket. Tech stood extremely still, simply studying your face as he tried to understand your sketches. “I have found peace in spending time with you. I have found peace in you.”

Tech smiled at that and it was more than a slight upturn of his lips. It was a full smile, one you had never seen before. “You don’t need to fix things for me to notice you, Tech.”

With a sigh, you finally said, “if I am wrong, and all of this, was just kindness then, I apologise. But I feel like you are trying to show me you care.” There was suddenly a silence between you as Tech tried to find the words to express what his actions had shown.

“You would be correct.” He finally said. “I was trying to make you happy. I… I did not know that my company alone would be sufficient.”

Placing your hand on his cheek, you said, “your company is much more than sufficient, Tech. Perhaps I could invite you to dinner? This time without the others?” You suggested, hope tinted in your voice.

“I think I rather like that idea,” he said, resting his face in your palm. When you pulled away and looked out over the ocean view, Tech simply mimicked your movement. The sun was beginning to set and the pink hue over the sky rippled over the day and as night fell, you found yourself placing your head on Tech’s shoulder.

And Tech found that he didn’t mind the feeling over your body so close to his.

“Tech,” you whispered, when he hummed slightly in response, eyes still watching the setting sun, “I could still need help wiring up the electrics in all of the houses.”

“I hope you did not expect my aid to stop simply because we have arranged a dinner rendezvous?” He joked softly and when you giggled, he feel the gentle shake of your body against his.

He knew he liked Pabu. But this unexpected gift certainly gave him one more cause to want to stay.

You didn't want to rush him. But when you lifted your head and he turned immediately to look down at you, missing the contact, you placed your hand on his cheek one more. "Please allow me to thank you for your support, properly." He looked as if he was about to ruin the chance, so you quickly reached up your toes and pressed your lips to his.

He grunted at the suddenness and unexpected nature of your movement. But quickly, his fingers were digging into your waist as you kissed him gently. Your whole body alight as the Force wove your paths inextricably together... all of this through the first kiss you had shared with this incredibly intelligent clone.

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Part Two (AKA my fix to Ep 16)