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@mcnixie i wrote a second one as a bonus (and apology)

special thanks to @ingo-ingoing-ingone for making me rotate kyurem n emmet in the microwave of my brain and @insane-control-room for figuring out what would be the best dish for the situation

The clicking started much sooner than last time. It started loudly, before the muted sound of human steps could fully reach its hardly functioning ears, and it allowed it to dull its aggression into a general wariness.

Kyurem did not look at him as he approached quietly, slowly, clicking his tongue at steady intervals. He stopped walking when the massive husk shifted and began lowering its body as though getting into a battle stance; instead, much to his surprise, it simply tucked its massive legs a little closer to its torso as it laid down even if still notably tense.

Emmet clicked again, a little louder and much quicker, without moving an inch. He hadn’t expected to be almost welcomed into its like that.

A chilling growl rattled through the chasm, covering the ground before the maw in frost.

Ah. Of course.

The human resumed his slow calming chanting, taking equally slow rhythmic steps forward as he played with the things he was holding onto. Even when he was so terribly, exhilaratingly close to the dragon, it did not in any way turn its head to take him in - a sign which meant it was at ease with him.

He laid out the large bowl as close to the muzzled maw as possible. Taking care to keep clicking his tongue, and to move as slow and silently as possible, he uncorked the thermos and poured part of its contents.

Even with such terribly damaged senses, Kyurem picked up the smell.

Emmet watched it turn blindly towards the ceramic on the cold ground, grunting quietly what should have been a few cautious sniffs; it carefully dipped the icy tip of its muzzle into the warm liquid with a tentative motion and remained perfectly still for what felt like hours.

Then it took a sip that drained half the bowl.

A low rumble reverberated through the cold hollow body.

With a second sip the warm treat was already finished. The man refilled the dish with more broth, and looked as the horrible beast sank its jagged teeth back in it and drank it all in only two laps before diligently awaiting the next serving.

They repeated this curious ritual until the first thermos was completely empty, and then again, until the second one was too, and then Emmet absentmindedly gazed with his cheek pressed against the cold rough skin at Kyurem as it licked and scraped the ceramic for any more warm droplets left in the bowl like any other domesticated well-loved pokémon would have done while whistfully wishing he’d prepared a third one.

This entire situation was...

Awfully surprising.

Who knew the same terrifying, cold, barely capable of feeling beast that had held the region hostage in its own freezing cage happened to apparently have a soft spot for a little too salty vegetable soup.

His warm sigh condensed on the cold scales. No thoughts, no worries plagued him at that moment. A comfortable emptiness enveloped him.

If he could have brought a pot and fire, and grown produce down here... Maybe he would have remained like this, last priest of a long gone Dragon, sacrificing vegetable broth to its shell to appease it. The idea wasn’t necessarily bad. In that moment it was to a new leaf to turn to like any other. A change of pace: stillness instead of constant movement, quiet instead of screaming rails, loneliness instead of passengers stuffed into cars like sardines. Pretty radical for an early midlife crisis but he couldn’t find any complaints about it.

Ah, but it would have grown boring.

Eating the same thing every day.

“Have you ever been to the sea?”

The pokémon growled without any real aggression.

An old memory, maybe. Devoid of color or smell or taste.

Hm.

“I’ll make you seafood soup next time.“

Unless he was imagining things - which he likely was - the grumbled reply seemed to be looking forward to it.

[justwinginglife]

After All This Time

Have yall seen the gorgeous man that is Howl Jenkins Pendragon? I had to make it NSFW, I just had to.

Howl leads Sophie out to the balcony for yet another romantic kiss, awash in moonlight.

You think you might barf. That, or claw out your own heart. You can’t tell what’s more distracting, the acid threatening to rumble up your throat or the aching in your chest threatening to consume you whole. You almost feel guilty for just how heartbroken you feel whenever you see them together.

They’re a cute couple. Much cuter than you would ever be with him. The whole time you’d known him, he’d been searching for her. He would repeat to you the same story about how she had appeared to him, almost like in a dream, asking him to come find her. She was all he’d ever wanted, even before he’d even known her. And why wouldn’t she be? She was kind, even to you. Made your favorite foods whenever you were down, taught you how to tie bows in your hair. And yet, all you could do was despise her. You felt like shit.

But some part of you, some wretched part you’d hidden deep inside your darkness, though apparently not deep enough, felt like Howl belonged to you. He’d met her first, but only for a few seconds before she’d vanished into thin air. It hardly counted as a meeting, in your opinion. You met him soon after; you’d run away to get lost in the meadows and the mountains after your family had renounced you, and that’s when you caught sight of his raven black hair fluttering in the wind as he picked flowers without a care in the world. That was honestly probably the moment you fell in love with him, though you denied it until it was too late.

You remember you laid in the field with him for hours that day, plucking petals, talking secrets and aspirations. You didn’t care that he was some stranger you’d just met, you were a kid, and he was your savior. He offered you a home and you offered him your life, said you’d help him find the girl he was searching for. Really, you would’ve done anything just to stay by his side.

Your most comfortable nights were when he snuggled in bed beside you, keeping your nightmares at bay with his sweet words and intoxicating scent. He’d read you stories to pass the time, and you’d fall asleep in his arms, listening to the familiar rumble of his voice in his chest as you snuggled up against it. Sometimes he’d tell you stories about his own life. Your favorite one was the day he met you. You’d beg him to tell you that story over and over, and though he’d laugh and tease you because you already knew the story having lived it, he’d cave in and humor you anyway, each and every time, without fail. He could never resist you (though sometimes he tried, because he thought it was cute when you pouted.) When he’d finally start telling the story, you’d smile the biggest smile and he’d wonder why he ever stalled in the first place, when he had such a sight to look forward to. Sometimes he’d change up details of the story just to make you laugh, say you flew in on a spaceship, say he was 10 feet tall the day you’d met. It wasn’t hard to make you laugh. Howl loved your laugh and you loved to make him happy. You gave every part of yourself freely.

You weren’t always the best influence on him, but you were his perfect match. One weekend, the two of you didn’t have enough money for food, so he stole a loaf of bread from a merchant he hated. When he sheepishly admitted his crime to you, ready to defend himself with his growling stomach as hard evidence, you smirked and uncovered a basket full of pastries you’d stolen from the same baker. He laughed so hard he fell into the fireplace and you had to rinse ashes from his hair. The two of you toasted your loaves of bread and munched on them together, giggling and nudging each other the rest of the night.

The “partner in crime” act continued when you decided to pursue magic together. You almost got yourselves kicked out of your training because the two of you would play pranks on the rest of the class. Sometimes they were justified and sometimes they were not, but they were fun either way. One time, a bully jeered at Howl’s jet black hair and you turned him into a worm. Unfortunately, that was also the day Howl had started to dye his hair blonde, though he claimed it was unrelated. You made every effort to tell him you adored the way he looked before, and it broke your heart that he wouldn’t listen. He’d say you were just like his sister and it was your job to lie to him and tell him he looked good. You didn’t have the guts to tell him that you’d always loved the way he looked, that you’d always loved him. You didn’t have the guts to beg him to see you as something different, to beg him to see you as something more.

When your first Christmas with him started quickly approaching, you used the only skills at your disposal to make him a pink coat with blue diamonds patched onto it. He loved it so much that he wore it everywhere, and when he finally started to outgrow it, he begged you to make him the same jacket a size larger. And then another size larger. And another, until he was fully grown, fully handsome, and still wrapped in the evidence of your secret love for him.

For the longest time, it was just you, Howl, and Calcifer in his castle. And for the longest time, you wondered if he could just let go of the Sophie thing. You were happy the way things were, why couldn’t he be happy too?

You even thought he might have started to love you back at some point. He’d blush when your shirt would ride up. He’d freeze when you’d brush up against him, even though you had spent many nights sleeping in each other's arms when you were kids. He’d compliment you more, every word carefully handpicked, like he’d spent time thinking about all the ways he adored you.

But then he found her. And he remembered the one thing he wanted.

He’d spent so long looking for her, it didn’t seem right to quit now, though you would’ve happily persuaded him otherwise.

And when you met her, when she was talented, when she was generous, when she was spunky, your heart crumbled to pieces. She was the perfect woman. His perfect woman. And suddenly the weight of your hopes, of your dreams, of your love, came crashing down on you, leaving you devastated in the aftermath.

So tonight, you choke back more “what if’s” as you gaze into the glow of the fire, wondering if you can just feed yourself to Calcifer. Of course, he’d never do that. He was rooting for you. He was the only one; you’d given up on having Howl, at this point.

You hear the door open but don't move from your spot. You think you vaguely hear Sophie mumble a shaky “goodnight” to you, but it’s in between panted breaths, and you almost puke again thinking about just how much oxygen he must’ve sucked from her lungs with that kiss. You say nothing, biting your lip until it bleeds. She goes to bed.

You hear the door open again, and find yourself increasingly more interested in the embers, not wanting to look over at him, not wanting to see his love-drunk expression.

He plops down beside you, sighing happily. There’s that puking feeling again.

You don’t say a word and he nudges you with his shoulder. “Can’t sleep?”

You shake your head.

He raises an eyebrow at you. “And can I ask why you can’t sleep?”

You shake your head again.

“Can I at least ask why I can’t ask?”

“Nope.”

He rolls his eyes. “C’mon. It’s me. You know you can tell me anything.”

“No, thanks.”

He sighs, exasperated. “You barely talk to me and when you do, it’s not more than two words. What is going on with you tonight?”

“Nothing. Just can’t sleep.” Then you smirk. “See- I said more than two words that time.”

He laughs, glad you’re back to joking with him again. “Gods, you’re stubborn, you know that? And a bit of a jackass.”

You laugh at that. “It’s a good thing you love me anyway.”

He blushes. “Bold of you to assume I love you.”

You nudge him with your shoulder. “You better love me at least a little, we are best friends, you know.” You hope he can’t hear the tone in which you say the word love, like you’re not holding your breath, waiting for a confession after he’s just sent his girlfriend to bed.

“Right. Yeah. We are best friends. I do love you, of course I love you. Because we’re friends.” He stumbles on his words and you have the audacity to find it cute. His girlfriend is waiting for him to come to bed, and you’re sitting here, coaxing the word love from him, like you’re not going to purposely misinterpret it later, like you’re not going to go lie in bed after this, staring at the ceiling for hours, just dreaming about the way he says he loves you. You thought you knew better than this.

Apparently you don’t. You answer like an idiot. “And I love you too. As a best friend.”

The blush crawls up his face and tinges his ears red. “Yup. Friends. Best friends.”

The sight makes you choke on your laughter, and for a minute you almost forget just how serious this moment is. “Howl, why are you being weird?”

He scoffs at you. “I’m not being weird. I’m being normal.”

You pinch his cheek. “You’re being so awkward, what gives? It’s just me.” You nudge his shoulder as platonically as you can, but you know it’s just because you’re dying to touch him somewhere, anywhere.

He makes a strangled noise. “You’re being embarrassing, that’s all.”

You rest your head on his shoulder, ignoring the thumping in your chest. “And how am I embarrassing you, Howl?

He sighs, your close proximity to him somehow relaxing him and making him tense up at the same time. “You’re being so touchy… and you say you love me… but as a best friend.”

“And are we not best friends?”

He pinches the bridge of his nose. “Yes, we are. But somehow I get the feeling that you mean something else when you say that. When you say you… love me.”

“And what do you want it to mean?” You know this is a mess of your own making. You know you’re just daring him to confess. But you can’t stop now.

“Well. Just tell me what you mean when you say it.”

You go back to shaking your head and he groans.

“Why won’t you just tell me? I want, I need to know your answer. It’s driving me crazy.”

“What’s the issue? You have Sophie. You don’t need me.”

He rolls his eyes. “Sophie has nothing to do with this. Right now, this is just about you and me.”

All your nerve leaves you when you think you might finally have to confess. “Howl. I’m going to bed.” You get up to leave.

He grabs your wrist. “No. You can’t. I’m not done.”

You yank your wrist away. “I’m done. Goodnight, Howl.”

You lock the door to your room thinking the conversation has ended, thinking you can finally let the depression swallow you whole. But he bangs on the door over and over, so much so that you start to feel guilty for Sophie who’s sleeping soundly a couple rooms away. You yank the door open and tug him inside, closing the door behind him. He had wanted to come in, but now that he’s standing alone in your room with you, he’s suddenly silent, the weight of this intimate moment sinking in.

You sigh and drag him over to the bed, pulling him down beside you, and snuggling up against him.

He freezes up.

“Stop acting like a stranger, we used to sleep together all the time.”

He coughs. “Yeah, when we were kids. It’s been awhile since we’ve done this.” He says that, but he slowly puts his arms around you anyway, resuming his usual position on your bed.

“Yeah well, that’s cuz you went and got yourself a girlfriend.” And maybe it’s because it was the middle of the night and you’re sleep deprived -if he asks, that’s what you’ll blame it on- but you suddenly blurt out, “And I’m offended, by the way.”

He huffs, amused. “You’re so dramatic, you know that?”

“Well you know what, maybe I should go get a boyfriend then.”

He tenses up again. “Wh-why’s that?”

You shrug. “You have a girlfriend, why can’t I have a boyfriend?”

“B-because! You don’t know what men are like. They might take advantage of you.”

“So who should I date then?”

He swallows. “No one.”

You don’t actually intend to get a boyfriend, you’re too far gone for Howl, but suddenly his words stir some fire in you that you didn’t know existed. He has the audacity to not love you and then claim you can’t love anyone else? The balls on him.

He can feel the air shift because he suddenly tries to make light of the situation. “Besides, I don’t like sharing my best friend with anyone anyway.”

You glare at him. “Well that’s bullshit because I have to share you with Sophie. It used to be just the two of us, don’t you remember?”

He sighs, guilt creasing his face. “I know, I know. But you’re still important to me. She’s just… she’s my everything.”

You wince and pull yourself out of his arms, turning to face the opposite direction.

He groans. “Come on, don’t be like this. Talk to me. I don’t like when you’re upset.”

“I’m not upset, I’m just tired, I want to go to bed. Go to your girlfriend, Howl.”

“Please. Please just talk to me.” He begs, desperation staining his voice.

Suddenly you snap. “She’s your everything, but that used to be me.” You hadn’t intended the words to sound bitter, but they leave a sour taste in your mouth on the way out.

He winces. “I… yeah, I know. I know things are different now, but the way I feel about you hasn’t changed.”

“That’s the problem.” You whisper to yourself so quietly he’s left straining to hear. When he doesn’t answer, you realize he didn’t hear you after all, and you don’t have the energy to say it again. You wrap yourself up tightly in the blankets. “Your girlfriend is going to worry if you keep her waiting much longer. Go to her.”

He sighs. He wants to keep talking with you but he knows you’re right. He doesn’t want to worry Sophie. He promises he’ll talk with you in the morning and takes his leave.

In the morning, he finds that all of your things are missing and you’re nowhere to be found. He panics and races outside in his pajamas, hoping to catch a glimpse of you. He sees your head bobbing down the street, bags in your hands. He almost collapses a lung trying to chase after you.

“What are you doing??” He yells as he runs.

You flinch at his voice, recognizing it instantly, but you keep walking.

He catches up to you and wrenches your arm backwards. You drop a bag and he quickly picks it up but holds onto it.

“Why do you have all your things? Where are you going? Why are you going? You can’t just leave me like this!” His words are rushed, like they’re flooding out, like he doesn’t even know what he wants to say, just that he wants to say something, just that he needs to make you acknowledge him, to make you stay.

You reach for your bag and he yanks it back. “Howl-”

“You- you can’t leave me, damnit!” He snaps and you realize it’s been a long time since he was this mad at you. You almost smile at the thought that your departure causes him so much displeasure. It’s sweet.

“Howl, I need to go.”

“No, no, you don’t. You need to stay with me. What ever happened to best friends? What ever happened to I love you?”

“Howl.”

He doesn’t listen. He keeps rambling.

“Howl. Howl!”

His eyes snap up to yours.

“I love you, Howl.”

He shuts the fuck up.

“I’m in love with you.” You say again, letting the words sink in. He’s still reeling from the shock of it all.

You continue, “I love you, so I can’t stay. I can’t be close to you like this. I can’t keep third wheeling, I can’t keep lying awake at night, dreaming about you, listening to you sleep next door. I can’t. It’s time, I need to go.” You muster up your best smile for him. It’s much easier to grab the bag from his hands now that he’s frozen in place.

You hear him weakly mumbling things like “But I still need you” and “But you can’t leave me” and you wince, but you turn to leave anyway. He weakly grabs onto your arm again, but he’s so shaken, it’s easy to slip out of his grip.

You sigh as you take in the sad sight of him in this miserable state. “You don’t need me. You’ll be fine. You have Sophie. Everything will be fine. I wish you both happiness.” You don’t, but you say it anyway, you reassure him, because that’s what you do when you love him.

When he continues fumbling for you, his words a jumbled mess, you realize he’ll just keep coming after you, even in this weakened state, so you speak up again, “Old friend. Will you do me a favor?”

Life slowly flickers back into his eyes, as he thinks of how he can be of use to you. “Yes, anything. Anything for you.”

“Close your eyes.”

He bites his lip but hesitantly closes his eyes anyway.

You want to leave now. You want to bolt while he’s not looking. But your greed gets the better of you. You hesitate before finally making the decision to kiss him on the cheek, and you know you’ll keep that moment with you forever. You’ll hold on to the feeling of his cheek on your lips until the day you die, because you know you’ll love him until the day you die.

Then you walk away, picking up the pace as you continue down the street, hoping he doesn’t open his eyes, hoping you saved him the pain of having to watch you leave.

Many years later, you’re running errands, walking down the street at a leisurely pace, just enjoying the sun on your skin. You look up at the sky, taking in the fresh air and basking in the sunlight.

Not watching where you’re going, you crash into someone. You immediately think to apologize, but your words get swallowed down when you catch a glimpse of jet black hair.

“H-Howl?”

He blinks. And then he blinks again, this time trying to hold back tears. “Is…is it really… really you?”

A smile spreads across your face. “Hi.”

He reaches out to touch you and then he stops. You intertwine your fingers with his before he can pull his hand away. His fingers lock into place as he draws closer to you, sinking into your touch.

“You’re here.” He whispers.

You ruffle his hair. “You went back to your natural color. I like it.”

He blushes and he absentmindedly reaches up to touch the place where your hand just grazed his hair. “You… you always said you liked it better.”

You smile again. Then you let his hand go, much to his disappointment, and start looking around, looking for her. Your brows furrow in confusion when you don’t see anyone nearby. “Where’s Sofie?”

He swallows, looking down. “She, uh, she’s not… not here.”

You raise an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

“She… we…um. We broke up. Awhile ago. Wasn’t meant to be, I guess.”

You choke on your spit. “You what? Oh you poor thing, let me get you a drink.” You start dragging him away before he can properly process what’s going on.

He thinks you’re taking him to a bar, and he’s surprised when you lead him into your house, ushering him onto one of your bar stools. He looks around while you mix up a drink for him. He realizes this place looks oddly familiar, even though he’s never been here before.

You realize he’s trying to piece together where he’s seen this place. You crack a smile. “I modeled it after that house we stayed at, in the countryside. Seems you remember it well. You like it?”

He nods, a small smile tugging at his lips.

Before he can make any proper commentary on the house, a child runs up to you and throws his arms around your leg.

You laugh and ruffle his hair. “Hey, sweetie. What’re you doing down there?”

Howl swallows, watching this interaction with bated breath. He wonders if that’s your kid. It has to be, it’s your house.

You hand Howl the freshly mixed drink and he takes a sip.

He’s about to comment on how good it is when he hears the kid say, “Mom! Up!” and he chokes on his drink.

You pick the kid up, resting him on your hip before giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Silly. What would your mother say if she heard you calling me mom? It’s auntie, remember? Now go run along and help your mom out with the laundry, okay baby?” You set the kid down and he nods before running to the backroom.

When the kid is gone, you burst into laughter. “You should’ve seen your face. I thought I was gonna die, you looked like you just had a stroke. You thought he was my kid, huh?” You turn to Howl and poke him on the nose.

He rolls his eyes and swats your hand away, seemingly unfrozen now. “Well, can you blame me?”

“He doesn’t look a thing like me,” You tease, nudging him with your elbow.

“Well he could’ve taken after your husband!” He exclaimed defensively.

“Well I don’t have a husband.”

Howl blinks. “No husband.” He repeats.

“And… no boyfriend either.” You say slowly, watching him process this information.

“And no boyfriend either.” He repeats, each word softer than the next.

Suddenly you’re interrupted by your sister waving at you as she takes her kid and her freshly done laundry out the door with her. You wave back and when you catch Howl’s shocked expression, you explain to him that you reconnected with some of your family. He’s happy for you. He always is. Your wins were always his wins. You always loved that about him.You wonder if you can dare to love him some more. If you can dare to dream.

“So… do you have anywhere to stay tonight?” You ask nonchalantly.

He bites his lip. “N-no. Just kind of been… wandering aimlessly.”

You perk up. “Well perfect, I have spare rooms.”

He blushes. “You’d let me stay here? Even after all this time?

You hop into a seat next to him. “Well yeah, aren’t we best friends? That doesn’t just go away, you know.” You nudge his shoulder. Then you dare to rest your head on it.

He freezes but then he relaxes. “This drink is pretty good, by the way.”

“Better be. I put your favorite flavors in it.”

He sits up straighter. “You remember?”

“I remember everything.”

He goes silent, lost in his thoughts.

You want to cheer him up. “Bet I can drink you under the table.”

He snorts. “Like hell you can.”

You spend the next few hours chugging drinks, laughing, catching each other up on everything non-Sofie related. She’s not important right now. Part of you hopes she’ll never come up again. Actually, most of you hopes that.

Eventually it’s time to retire, and you say you’ll draw him up a bath with his favorite scents. He smiles at you, “I’ll toast to that!” and he lifts his cup to you as you disappear into the bathroom.

You reappear to tell him it’s ready and he flushes bright red when you tell him you’ll just be right next door, taking your bath, if he needs you. He begins to soak in the tub, his mind swimming with thoughts of you. He can’t stand you being so close and yet so far away. And taking a bath. Naked, no less. Just behind that wall. He gulps and sinks deeper into the tub, trying to drown out his thoughts.

Then you call out to him and he snaps out of it. “Howl. I forgot my towel in there. Could you bring it to me?”

His eyes widen and his heart thumps in his chest. Is this what cardiac arrest feels like? He pulls himself out of the bath and shakily grabs your towel before making the trip next door.

You think he’ll just leave it outside so you get up to grab it but then he opens the door right as you step out of the bath, the water dripping down your fully naked body.

His eyes rake all over your body and he almost drops the towel in shock. But he can’t stop looking. His blood is burning in his veins, but he can’t stop looking. His lungs feel like they’re ablaze, but he can’t stop looking. You look so perfect, so heavenly.

You break the silence. “I-I thought y-you’d leave the towel outside the door.” Your cheeks flood with red.

He lets out a strangled chuckle, as his eyes continue to roam. “I… yeah, I was just… I’ll just…”

You bite your lip and it shoots his heart straight into the stratosphere.

He takes a hesitant step towards you.

You swallow.

He takes another step, taking in every inch of you.

You can’t help but do the same, admiring his bare body.

He takes another step, finally finding himself directly in front of you. “I just…” He continues and then trails off.

“Yes?” You lean in closer to him, but that’s all you do.

You’re so close to him, your breaths begin to mingle with each other.

“J-just…” He finds himself staring at your lips. Of all the parts of you to be staring at, that’s what he’s settled on. He swallows. “Just… can I…?”

“Yes.”

It only takes a second for him to swallow up all the tension between you, closing the distance, and claiming your lips in a desperate kiss. His hands wander the smooth expanse of your body, memorizing every curve. His kisses are possessive, like he needs to make his mark on you before he wakes up and finds this all a dream. His tongue moves urgently through your mouth, like he might find heaven in the back of your throat.

“Howl…” You whine.

He groans at the sound, gripping your hips tighter and pulling you flush up against him.

“Fuck. Howl, don’t stop.”

Lust flares in his eyes at your words. “I wouldn’t dream of it, I can’t get enough of you,” He pants, eager to claim your lips again.

After a couple more dizzying kisses, you murmur in a daze, “You taste better than I imagined.”

He sucks in a sharp breath. “Fuck. You imagined me?”

You trace the length of his bare back, your slender fingers eliciting shivers from him. “All the time. All the damn time.”

He pushes you against the wall and you gasp at the cold tile on your back. “Howl, that’s cold!”

He smirks. “I promise I’ll warm you up.” He traces hot kisses down your neck, down your breasts, stopping to suck on a peaked nipple, before trailing his kisses further down your abdomen. He kneels in front of you, eyeing your dripping cunt. He’s waiting for permission.

“Are you gonna gawk all day or are you going to taste me?”

He chuckles at your bold words. “I’ve never heard you talk like this before. I like it.” And without another word, he brings his head in between your legs, hungrily lapping at your wet heat. Every whimper and every whine he coaxes from your lips makes him eager to taste more of you. The rough strokes of his tongue dragging itself up and down your slit overwhelms you and you think you might just come on his face. Then he jams his tongue inside you, moaning as your depths envelop him, your slick drizzling down his throat as he swallows. And you do come on his face, fist in his hair, as you moan his name.

He groans as your orgasm floods into his mouth.

You’ve not even finished all the way, the evidence of your desire still trickling down your legs, when suddenly he pulls away from you; before you can complain about his absence, he shoves his bulging erection deep inside your swollen cunt, gasping as your slick coats his cock.

“Howl!” You dig your nails into his back as you adjust to the new sensation.

He sighs, the sound filled with ecstasy. “If you keep saying my name like that, I won’t be able to last much longer.”

“I don’t have a problem with that,” You gasp out.

He shakes his head, grunting as he thrusts into you. “I do. I want to enjoy every second of this.”

His fingers carve canyons into your hips as he steadies himself against your skin.

“Howl…” You groan again, letting your head fall back against the wall. “I want you. I need you.”

His eyes darken as he soaks in the sound of your whines. “I’m right here, darling.” He picks up the pace, though still restraining himself.

“And you feel so good inside me,” You bite your lip, “I bet you’d feel even better pumping your seed into me.”

He swears under his breath, but he can’t muster up the strength for anymore words, all his strength has been poured into resisting you, into resisting the urge to let go. But his strength dwindles quickly at the sight of you flushed beneath him, at the sounds of your moans echoing against the tiled walls. He slams his cock deeper and then finds his release with his tongue in your mouth, swallowing down your pleasure as he fills you up.

You both don’t move for a moment. You just stand there, shuddering, panting, holding each other for support.

Then you start to laugh and he laughs with you.

“You may as well take a bath with me since you’ve already seen me naked,” You tease, jerking a thumb towards the tub.

He grins widely. “Well, if you insist.”

“Oh, I do.” You say devilishly, leading him towards the bath.

You both slide into the tub, sighs escaping your lips, as the warm water envelops both your bodies. You snuggle up against him, soaking in the beauty of the moment.

“You know,” He says thoughtfully, “I think I’ve been waiting my whole life for you.”

You lift your chin up to meet his gaze, raising an eyebrow at him. “Don’t you mean Sophie?”

He shakes his head. “I thought that’s what I wanted, but you were right there, right in front of me the whole time. I’ve only ever needed you. I…” He hesitates, but the feeling of you snug against him gives him courage, “I love you.” Then he grins. “And not just like a best friend.”

You laugh and kiss his chest. “Well how about that? I love you too.”

He beams. “Even after all this time?”

You kiss his cheek. You kiss his forehead. You kiss his lips. He sighs, savoring the feeling of your lips on his skin.

You nuzzle up against his ear and murmur, “Especially after all this time.”

[smallraindrops-blog]

Sacred Ingredients

Zagreus/Male!reader 

Fandom: Hades (2019 game)

Word count: 3.3k

Summary: There was a new cook in the house

warnings: Implied reader death, no beta.

Notes:

The fic that is the reason yall have been seeing so many food posts lately.

This is the first response for the wholesome Zagreus x male reader request. I took my time with this since I wasn’t sure if I was following the prompt.

To the anon, thanks for the wait. If this isn’t what you wanted, please lmk and I will be happy to redo it. I do hope you enjoy this one.

Important: often people would use other names for the gods to avoid bringing unnecessary attention to themselves. Our reader is one of those people.

Enjoy!

~

One of your first memories was of your Mom holding a small bit of cake between her fingers. 

It was made of thin layers of dough, heavy with sheep cheese, crushed nuts and honey, so heavy with it that the dipping honey caught the sunlight just before you bit in.

Sweet. Creamy. Nutty. All combining together in your mouth as you chew.

You groaned in pure delight as she laughed, getting you a plate with a much bigger piece. See? I told you that you would like it. Mama is never wrong. Not with food.

Just like that, food had became your life. To you, there was no better way to say ‘I love you’ than by cooking someone a good meal.

You learned how to perfectly roast fishes, how to stuffed chicken, the right moment to add herbs or how to use olive oils or butter to add rich flavors to the dish. You learned how to knead the bread, how to time the rise just right and the best spots in the stone ovens to place the loaf. 

Food was everything. It was the bittersweet memory of your mama’s hand on your cheek after a sickness took her far too soon, it was a way to feed your family while working hard as a fisherman, it was a way to earn your place among warriors and kings. 

You loved all of it, even as the other men had scoffed at you for enjoying women’ work. However they never turned away a meal you cooked, at home or in the war tents.

The very last thing you cooked, a recipe your mama taught you, was a simple bread, meant for dipping in wine. 

Barley flour. Dry yeast from the grapes. Then you added the simple spice mix you came up with and always added in. The one that had people waiting outside for your bakery before the markets opened.

Parsley. Rosemary. Oregano. Garlic cloves smashed up and added into the bread, and just a little dash of salt.

You had set one aside for yourself for later.

You never got to eat it. 

~

When the news came that the terrifying god of the underworld was looking for a new cook, you didn’t hesitate.

To get a spot in the house of the gods was prime time. It meant respect, a place to live and most importantly it meant regular income. That was money you can send to your mama and sisters so they can get into a better area of Asphodel.

You had spent hours over the cake. 

You made sure that each layer of the dough was perfect, thin and flakey with a satisfying bite, that the cheese was the perfect amount of tangy creaminess, that nuts were crushed to the right size, that the honey was placed in the perfect spot to complement the cheese and nuts.

This had to work because your family worked hard to get the coin to order such things from the expensive shop of the boatman.

Even the neighbors had pitched in, with the promise that you will pay them back.

You took a nervous breath as you shifted on your feet, winced as the terrifying King of Below tossed aside the meal someone brought him, promptly dismissing them. 

“And another one bites the dust.” The sleep god muttered as he crossed something off a list.

He looked up, blinking heavy downturned eyes at them. You and the other commoners were careful to keep their gazes low, not willing to show any disrespect to any of the gods.

The gentle one huffed and gestured for the one before you to go ahead. You were up after this, assuming that the person before you didn’t have something amazing. 

The underworld King made a loud gagging sound and wordlessly dismissed the shade. Gentle one only clicked his tongue as he crossed out another line and shook his head, white curls flopping around. 

“Good luck, buddy.” He told you with a cheerful grin, using his quill to point to the desk.

Did the gods normally call people buddy?

With a deep breath, you went to the looming desk, feeling like you were meeting the fates themselves. 

“And what is this?” The King of those below growled, his haunting eyes locked onto you like a predatory bird. His hellhound shifted next to him, their three noses twitching at the food.

“This is a plakous, my lord.” You said, proud that your voice was stronger than you expected. “Made with wheat dough, rich honey-“

The King held up a large hand and you stopped speaking, fearing you had already lost your chance. A shade took the plate from you and brought it to their master. 

You held your breath as he took the first bite, your heart no longer beat but you swore you felt it in that moment, slamming against your chest. He chewed slowly and his bloody red eyes slowly went wide.

A hush fell over the grand hall.

Then the King did something he didn’t do with any other meal, he went back for a second bite.

After that bite, he peered down at you for a long, long time.

“Is this all you can cook?” His voice broke over you like thunder. You shook your head, your hands curled up nervously 

“No, my lord. I have created meals for kings and I can cook many things. Meat of all kinds. And bread, vegetables and so on.” You wished you were a more eloquent man, but that had never been needed before.

Not to mention such an education was beyond your reach.

And your food alway did the talking for you. 

The king took a third bite then tossed the rest to the hellhound, the animal eating in a single swipe of its tongue. The tail wagged once, thumping on the floor. 

The Wealthy One nodded slowly.  “You may start today.”

~

The kitchen size alone would have made your mama weep with joy. The amount of fresh produce, herbs and clean grains along with plenty of meat made your jaw drop. 

You clapped your hand together in thought then…You hit the ground running. 

There was an endless list of tasks to be done before the kitchen would be ready to open and you went through all the tasks with horse blinders on, determination fueling you.

The first meal you officially served Master was a few of salted and peppered trout with a garlic lemon sauce with butter and herbs along with a hearty lentils soup, warm sourdough bread for the soup and sauce.

You added a fresh cucumber salad along with a large plate filled with cheeses and fruits that would compliment the fish.

When the plates came back, clean of even a drop of sauce, you felt something loosen in your chest. 

~

Eventually you began to learn the house's routine and the many shades. You learned to always have some type of bread readied with olive oil. 

You learned what went fast and what you had to jazz up to get rid of. 

The most important lesson you had learned in life and one that remained unchanged even now was that most souls just wanted something that tasted like home. 

It was toward the end of the kitchen hours when you heard someone take a seat.

Even at this late hour and working alone, you weren’t one to turn away a hungry soul so after wiping your hands on your apron, you turned with a smile.

“Welcome! What can I…” your words trailed off, your eyes going wide as you realized who was sitting in one of the barstools.

The Prince of the underworld gave you an exhausted, crooked grin. There was a curious gleam in those mismatched eyes, the strong lines of his cheeks softened by the dim lights of the lounge.

He was inhumanly beautiful in the ways all divine beings were.

But there was something different to his handsomeness.

Unlike the soft loveliness of Sleep, the sleek grace of the Fury or the dark shocking beauty of Night herself, this god before looked almost moral like. It was his eyes that revealed his godhood. It was the power in his broad shoulders.

You were surprised by how much you liked it.

“So you are the new cook everyone is raving about.” The Prince said, leaning on his forearms to peer at you. You saw the strength in his arms, his quick grace as he moved. Strong and muscular with thick tendons upward from the knuckles. 

It was clear this god was a warrior of a sort.

Your eyes flickered down in embarrassment when you realized you were being disrespectful in your staring. 

“I believe so, your highness.” You said, bowing your head in a show of respect for his position. “How may I serve you?” 

“Honestly?” The Prince leaned, scanning the area behind you. “Whatever you have will work. The last cook we had working here would just give us sliced onions if we came in this late. Once he gave Hypnos a single apple peel for daring to ask for something else.”

He sounded amused, chuckling to himself at the memory. It was a nice laugh, deep and rich.

You couldn’t imagine being so rude to the gods. Your mom was a pious woman and even a quiet sigh during prayers would get you a disapproving look.

With a nod, you went to get the Prince his meal and drink.

Thankfully you had a leftover trout and tossed one onto the grill to cook as you prepared a bowl of cabbage for him, added in spices along with honey vinegar and silphium.

You had some bread and garlic cheese so you plated those as well with olives and grapes.

You decided to give him a rich red that most enjoyed, filling it up to the brim.

“Oh wow.” The prince muttered as you set everything in front of him and with a bow, you rushed back to the fish, flipping it over. Once it was ready with some garlic butter sauce, you brought it to him. 

“Please let me know if you would like for me to serve you more or cook something else for you.” You told him and the prince blinked at you, his mouth filled with bread and cheese. 

The prince waved a hand before you left him for his meal. He drank the wine deeply before placing it back down. You immediately refilled it. “This is plenty, my good shade. Thank you.”

With a respectful nod, you resumed cleaning up the kitchen. Counters got wiped down, supplies restocked but it wasn’t the usual relaxing routine it normally was.

You felt the weight of those divine eyes on you. The Prince was quiet as he ate but you caught quick glimpses of his curious gaze on the shine of the plates, or reflection in your knives.

It was only when the Prince left that you let yourself breathe.

~

Master liked large meals but only if they could be eaten quickly. The only thing you had been warned never to add was pomegranates. No one would tell you why.

The Gorgon, the creature was surprisingly sweet for all the horrible tales you heard of her kind, ate in a rush as well.

If you were smarter, maybe you could have made a clever joke about how the lowest server and the King of the Underworld ate the same way.

But one look into her smiling face held your tongue. She was always kind so you would be so in return.

The Fury was a regular companion of hers, requesting simple meals of fish and some types of roasted vegetables. Mostly she would drink deeply, often you would have a pitcher of wine put aside for her. 

Sometimes Dreaded Death would join her, unwelcoming to all and cool. He rarely ordered any food, his fingers drumming on the table sounded like funeral marches to your ears. 

His twin was the complete opposite, Gentle Sleep had a sweet tooth unlike anything else you have seen. Often he would ignore the dinner option altogether and eat slices of cake, candied figs or honeycombs. 

If you weren’t careful around the god, plates of cookies that were meant for the whole house would go missing around him. 

You still haven’t found the last two plates he stole from you.

And...

There was The Prince himself. 

He was a regular now, always sitting close to wherever your work station was that day. He also was the only one who ate anything you put on a plate for him, and would shove the meal into his mouth like a starving creature. You always made sure to give him larger servings.

“Tell me your name.”  He ordered you one day. His tone was deep, firm. Making it clear he wouldn’t take no for an answer.  “You keep feeding me delicious food, no matter the hour. And I don't know what to call you.”

Then he added with raised eyebrows, sounding more like a playful suitor than a Chthonic god. “Please?”

You considered it, your hands still on the bowl of the hardy stew just placed before the god. You stared at the stew for a moment, then at him.

Or just past him, not willing to meet the god’s eyes, life and death danced in those unusual eyes of his.

You were a moral, a simple one at that. 

You never picked up a sword, never learned all the fancy learnings that a prince might, never learned much beyond what you needed to but you knew names had powers, could decide whole destinies before a babe even wailed out their first cry. 

Names could summon the gods themselves.

Quietly, you told him.

The prince grinned at you, his smile fierce and beautiful like a victorious lion. Your breath hitched, forgetting that one was to never look the gods in the eye.

Then the next words he spoke early jumped started your heart into beating once more. 

“It suits you, my good cook. Call me Zagreus.” 

~

Later, alone in the kitchen, recipes laid in front of you, you tried to will yourself to focus.

Schooling was too costly for your family especially after your Mother’s death. Your reading went far as basic words and numbers, just enough to get by in the markets.

You never needed much. 

Right now, however, the recipes might as well be another language. 

You were too lost in thought, several times you had already caught yourself even daring to think The Prince’s name in your mind.

What would happen if you dare to…

Zagreus.

A soft noise came behind you and You whirled around, glancing everywhere as if expecting him to appear right behind you. 

He didn’t. 

You realized you heard the sounds of the Wretched Broker restocking his shelves. Thankfully, he was too busy to realize that the House’s cook had gone mad simply by learning a God’s name. 

Maybe you should start wearing a pot on your head.

“Zagreus.” You whispered, fingernails digging your palm nervously. “Zagreus.”

When the god didn’t appear, you didn’t know if you were disappointed or relieved.

~

Slowly, you learned more. 

There were the loud fights between Father and Son that would cause the house to rattle. Many shades would escape into the lounge, hands over their ears.

”Tell me, do you get along with your father?” Zagreus grumbled, his plate cleared of any crumbs. His legs were bouncing, filled with an endless energy you knew you would never be able to match. 

“No.” You said, not wanting to think of that man. You knew he was somewhere in the underworld but the less you knew, the better. “I suspect few do.”

Once, over a glass of white wine and a simple meal of sourdough bread and warm vegetable soup, He told you was looking for his mother.  

“You will find her. I know you will.” You told him quietly, holding his stare. “Have faith, Zagreus.”

Another time, over a cake from a new recipe you came up with, Zagreus asked about you. Maybe it was the exhaustion after a successful dinner rush but you told him everything. 

His smile was warm, his eyes watchful of your every move as you told him of your family and their new place you brought for them. 

Your cheeks flushed when you realized he was staring at you.

“I will have to stop by then.” He teased, his hand almost brushing against yours. 

“Yes.” You agreed in a whisper, your mouth suddenly dry.

~

“Cook me your favorite meal.” Zagreus ordered one day, not even bothering to sit down. You lifted a cool eyebrow, well used to his impulsiveness by now.  

“Hello, Zagreus.” You greeted dryly, wiping your hands on your apron, not actually that upset.

Not too long ago, you would have wilted from the thought of being so playful with a divine creature but things changed.

Zagreus brought it out of you somehow simply by being himself. 

“I am doing well, thank you.” You continued to teased despite his oddly serious expression.

Zagreus blinked, then chuckled with a bright grin. “I am a horrible influence on you, I fear.”

You laughed, cheeks flushing at his smile. “I am afraid so, your Highness. Now what is this about a favorite meal?”

“Yours. I want to know what your favorite food is.” 

“Oh.” You grabbed an apple, rolling it in your hands for something to do. Butterflies dancing in your stomach as Zagreus leaned in, his hands on the counter. This close, you caught the scent of copper.

unwillingly, your gaze tangled with his, caught like a fly in a complex web. A stray thought reached you, could a mere fly understand the geometric structure, beauty of such things?

You swallowed nervously. “It’s nothing special, Zagreus. Just something my mom cooked up for me.”

Zagreus narrowed his eyes, his jaw firm in his resolve. “Excellent, then. I trust you have all the ingredients you need?”

You nodded but opened your mouth to dissuade the prince from his idea, however he was already walking away, “I expect a meal to be waiting for me when I get back!”

~

One day, staring at a wooden spoon in your hand, cake batter dipping from the tip, you realized that Zagreus had became someone very, very dear to you. 

Morals and gods didn't mix together well. At least, not for the morals. Cracked eggs and spilled milk and all left would be a big mess with no one to clean it. 

What did it mean when a shade, a mere ghost of who you were, was in love with a god that shone like the sun, whose very presence made you felt like you were alive once more?

~

When Zagreus returned, his hair was still damp from the Styx river and you had to look away from his beauty.

Quietly, you put the final touches on your favorite meal. You swallowed nervously as you picked up the plate and went over to him. 

Thin layers of dough. Creamy cheese. Crushed nuts. Honey.

A long ago memory of your mom's smiling face as she watched you take a bite. Sunlight made her golden and immortal in that singular moment in your very heart.

You offered it up like the cake was a sacrifice, like you were offering yourself up to the god to make the final decision of the worth of your mortal soul.

“This is the first thing I can remember my mom making for me.” You whispered, your work rough fingers curled nervously against the counter. “This meal is what got me a job here. I got to know you because of this cake.”

Zagreus took a small bite, then closed his eyes in bliss. He said your name with a weight that you never heard before. 

When he looked at you, his expression gentle and hopelessly fond, there was no need for more words. 

~

When he kissed you for the first time, he tasted like home. 

[loafthecat]

Now I don’t have any drawing or anything planned for the anniversary-

But I do wanna express how much this game means to me personally-

Honestly, I don’t even remember what drew me into ctm, lol- I just remembered the series from some old play throughs and thought to give it a watch but- something about the game just made my brain want more of it-

So- I watched more playthroughs and comic dubs and animation memes, (even vine comps too-) I just- loved it- and from there it’s led me a lot of places-

Thsc was how I joined discord and met some of my best friends and some of greatest people I know! All my mutuals are really creative and nice- idk what I’d be doing without @emperorcandy or @rubianarosevine or @toxsradioactivelocks and ESPECIALLY without @randomgasleak because Leaky is one of the bestest, nicest friends I have- and I would seriously miss out on every fun lil conversation and infodump we have with eachother, getting to share my ocs with him is some of the most FUN I’ve had in my life- and i am seriously thankful to EVRYONE in Tox’s server for just- existing lol-

Also no I didn’t forget about- @kean-thebean or @savagepotat or @cybercypress24 or @lynplaque or stormy love yall too-))

Thsc led to me learning about more lgbtq+ identities that I didn’t even know of- in fact it helped me figure out my own identity and realise I was AroAce! So thanks for that-!

Thsc also helped and inspired me to improve my art!!!! Seeing the talent in this fandom made me wanna improve and develop an art style I truly love to draw with- and well- I did it!!!! I finally have an art style I LOVE to use and which actually looks good!!!! I can finally draw necks!!!! And no that was not something I could do before thsc- hm, funny because sticks don’t have necks technically so who would’ve thought-???

Continuing on from that, thsc is directly responsible for the creation of some of my FAVOURITE ocs!!!! Ollie, mitzy, mavy, Kapper, Tulip etc. heck- even ocs that while they ain’t sticcs or direct thsc ocs were INSPIRED by and influenced BY the game!!! (Lookin at you, Opal and Angus-) I especially have to gush about Ollie because I just LOVE him so much- who would’ve thought a BACKGROUND oc for a rp would become one of my main ocs today-? Not me that’s for sure-, I especially didn’t expect that I’d cry over how invested I am in him lol- I just love my lil gae sticc so much!!!!! He’s brought me so much joy, he’s helped me to vent out my problems- I just- I just- LOVE Ollie- lol- and I’m sure I’ll continue to do so even in future-

Thsc also introduced me to Dave panpa’s existence so everything is 100% worth it. I would die for this man, I want to platonically hug him and him and Rupert kiss kiss, I should know- I am the loaf of bread on their countertop!

And I guess last of all- I wouldn’t be on tumblr if it wasn’t for thsc. Thsc gave me the confidence to branch out and actually start using over websites aside from YouTube- it’s also how I joined discord and as I’ve said meet all my closest friends- sure- tumblr hasn’t always been the best at times but- I enjoy being here and while yes I’m not the most popular person here or even of note to some people- I’m still here right-? And I gotta thank thsc for that-

So in conclusion-

It is 23:24 pm at night- and my WiFi really didn’t like me finishing this- (it f^cked up THREE drafts of this that I had like wtf WiFi-????)

Now. Is this normal-? No, it probably isn’t normal to have a extreme obsession over a silli game about a sticc figure stealing shi- but shush I’m weird- and autistic it’s fine-

So yeah. Thanks thsc, and thank you puff for making the game.

You changed my life- for worse or for better take your pick-

[hellsbelle999]

hello :D do you have any headcanons about the gang (if u need a specific character, then ponyboy) that you would like to share with the class >:)?

ty for being my first ask 🫶 !!

these aren't the best but hope yall enjoy nonetheless :-)

WC: 778 // not proofread

Pony:

I feel like he and Johnny are really into photography. They mostly show their pictures to each other rather than the rest of the gang, but will occasionally share what they're currently working on. when out and taking photos, they try to follow a specific theme - windows, people, trees - stuff like that.

Sometimes Ponyboy will ask Soda to take his film to be processed. If Sodapop sees a picture he really likes (usually of one of the gang since they hardly sit for photos purposely lol), he'll order an extra copy and will hang it up around the house.

Soda just thinks it's cute that pone takes pictures of everybody like that (so does Darry but he doesn't act like it, just silently thankful that someone's getting pictures of all of em)

Bro's gotta be bisexual fr

He's aware that he likes both guys and girls but doesn't question it much. Kinda nonchalant about it and wouldn't think it weird unless someone else said something.

Two-Bit:

Def steals little things for his mom and kid sister (and we love him for that)

Probably just stuff like makeup or a new doll - if he sees it and thinks they'll like it then he snags it right up, employees none the wiser

Partially motivated by him thinking he doesn't do enough for them and wants to make up for it

Since he doesn't have a job they're like hrmmm… ok.. But won't question it/confront him about it directly, just in passing sarcasm or jokes (but they know he stole it ofc)

His mom would come home from work, seeing Two's sister with a new toy or maybe a fresh loaf of bread and some jam on the counter, maybe a new lipstick on her nightstand

While she appreciates the trinkets, she wishes that he would contribute to the family a little more honestly...

Soda:

I imagine that he's really clean and cares for his personal hygiene a lot. Out of all of them, he smells the best lmao. Soda feels like his appearance is all he has going for him, and tries his best to keep up that reputation.

The week pony was missing he started slacking - missing showers, stopped combing his hair, and wore the same unkempt clothing as a result of the depression. All he wanted to do was lie in bed all day, but he had to keep carrying on, just barely.

Clearly this was way beyond his normal behavior and Darry and Steve tried getting him back on his normal routine (and failed).

He didn't freshen himself up until he read about pony in the newspaper, not wanting his kid brother to see him in that sorry state when he went to the hospital.

Darry:

Actually loves cats, but won’t admit it straight up lol.

He “finds” one on the street and decides to keep her. When asked about it, he just says they're easy to take care of so why not.

He loves how quiet and warm cats are, especially when he's reading the paper at the table before work, the house chilled by the morning's air.

Sometimes he'll fall asleep petting the kitty on his chest, leaned back in the recliner after a long day of work (lol such dad energy)

He accidentally teaches her to sit on his shoulders. Darry'd be making dinner or something and this scratchy old street cat would be sat atop his shoulder like a parrot, keeping a sure eye on whatever he's cooking.

Dal:

Slightly afraid of dogs.

He's fine with ones he's familiar with, like a friend's, but if he sees a stray on the street he's likely to hightail it outta there or walk as far away from it as possible

Random:

Before the wreck, I feel like the gang would go grocery shopping with Mrs Curtis 😭😭

Just imagine these scruffy lookin greasers trailing behind this completely unassuming lady. They definitely turn some heads, but the boys help her carry bags and such so she’s not complaining.

She knows they'll all be over for dinner at least one point in the week, so she asks them for suggestions and will send em off with leftovers if there's extras.

The gang being themselves would be goofing around obviously, until either a store employee has to step in and ask them to calm down or Mrs Curtis shoots the boys a glare that immediately sets them in line. … for the most part at least.

I imagine they’d (mostly two bit or dal) would pick up the most random, vile jar off the shelf and be like “hey can we get some uhhhhh … fermented pig’s foot?” which everyone responds with varying Hell No's and ewws

I've honestly got a ton more ideas but I'll cool it and stop here 😭 plz forgive any grammatical errors etc

[mychlapci]

rapid fire cybertronian headcannons go

I like to think that while cybertronians look and act mostly humanoid they also do some not human things that make humans go "oh yeah, alien"

for example i think that every couple thousand years cybertronians shed their armor like some sort of bug or shrimp to get rid of damaged plating and their repair nanites go into overdrive to build new ones. during that period bots will nibble on metal to get material. a shed can also trigger early if a bot gets regularly roughed up or if they changed alt-modes recently. this could lead to a potencial hilarious situation where there's no fighting for like a week sometime after bots and cons arrived on earth since both groups got new alt-modes which triggered a mass shedding and noone wants to fight while they're squishy and itchy. que human friend coming into the autobot base and while talking to their bot friend a piece of the bot's armor just falls off. so of course human freaks out because they think their friend is dying while the bot is confused and going like "why are you screaming i'm just shedding. wdym humans don't do that?" or mabye the human comes in during the everyone is mostly shed phase and going "why r yall nakey" either way that thay humans learn cybertronians are space shrimp.

another headcannon i have is that just chilling in places in alt-mode is the cybertronian equivalent of a cat loaf. cybertronians also purr by idling their engine (obviously) and keep the joints in their hands from going stiff by making biscuits.

cybertronian sight is primarily their sensors (like sharks) with optics being a secondary sight organ and mostly just provide aditional information so taking out a cybertronians optics would do nothing but take out their sensors and they're blind as a bat because of their poor eyesight. i also like how in tfp everyone has unique optics

they can also speak with their mouth closed or without moving it since a voicebox is more like a speaker than vocal cords. moving their mouth just helps with adjusting volume or making sound clearer.

OOoh i am a “transformers shed” believer. For maintenance, or because of age, or because of injuries, i think it has many factors...

I don’t think they’d be squishy underneath, though I think that they have some silicone components that jiggle, but having raw wires and circuitry revealed is already a pretty vulnerable state to be in. (tbh I am also very fond of the thought of cybertronians being able to just remove their armour and parts of their plating on a whim… it’s rare for them to do it, but i think it could be very intimate. I will stop before i delve into places we cannot delve in this week ok)

I am absolutely down for the “optics are only a secondary sensory organ” thing bc honestly i believe that too. I actually imagine that whatever you notice on a bot’s head first, chevron, horns, finials, etc. etc. are actually most sensitive to all kinds of input, like EM fields, vibrations, sound and even light, and i know it’s not canon but i like to imagine that depriving a bot of their horns/chevron/antenna blinds them more than taking out both their optics possibly could. Not to mention, they probably have “eyes” on different parts of their bodies, as in, they can register visual input with their headlight, their rearview mirror and side mirrors. Their optics are actually very weak and taking out their sensors renders them incapable of most things.

Now what i had never considered was transformers doing biscuits to keep their joints flexible. That means medics would have to do extra biscuits so that their joints are at their best. I am now thinking about Drift coming back to their habsuite after a long day on the bridge and Ratchet’s just dozing off after an equally long shift in the med-bay, kneading the pillows happily. I am obsessed. Drift probably joins in bc as a swordsman, he has to keep his hands flexible as well. And them they’re purring their engines bc they’re comfy… aaaaah okay that’s adorable

[vacantgodling]

the quest for perfect a labyrinth honey loaf

cuz of the ask multi sent me i got inspired to write a little thing. i’m not narratively confident in this wip yet cuz i mostly build i don’t write 💀💀 but i thought it would be fun to write a lil thing so.

wip: the chronicles of lathsbury (tcol)

character(s): sir mukul brio & miona winfrey

mukul once again fails to temper labyrinth honey 😅

notes: miona is from diisai and has an accent and by god i will write it out :) it’s not as bad as erik’s or papa’s so yall will live lol

“Right—issit safe tha’t A’m standin’ in here with you then?” Miona’s voice cracked a little on the last word, and she had very noticeably gone from amiable and chipper to apprehensive the moment Mukul told her what was bubbling away in the boiler on the stove. Mukul grunted. “That’s not a yes!” She said—but even she could admit, it smelled absolutely heavenly; syrupy almost, but richer in depth. Miona found it hard to put her finger on what exactly the scent was, but that only added to her worry: there was only one reason that her friend and sort-of guild superior, was standing in the kitchen with a full helm and suit of armor on, underneath a ridiculously scorched apron—standing near a foot away to swirl a ladle through the boiler’s contents… he was dealing with live Labyrinth honey.

That was the funny thing about Labyrinth honey—it was sort of a creature of its own… or at least as best as any Terranean bestiary for the past few hundred years could guess. It possessed a small level of ars, and enough sentience to act as a sticky trap for its prey—usually smaller creatures or bugs. But still a sticky treat just like honey. It wasn’t fully on the mimicry scale since unlike other creatures it didn’t have the ability to shift beyond this particular capability—but in lieu of being able to hide it had exactly one defense mechanism….

“Mukkie… A’think it’s starting to boil over…”

“Shut up.” He hissed, but his voice sounded worried. He reached out with his ladle and pushed the sentient sap back into the pot, but it clung to the spoon. He tried to shake it off, and the monster pulled, turning into a full tug-o-war match. But as he was distracted, Miona noticed the inevitable.

“Mukkie, it’s gonna pop!”

The knight looked up from where he was wrestling with the ladle and dropped it. “Mio look out!” He was across the kitchen in two bounds and threw his armored body around her just as the entire pot exploded in a fantastic display of heat and pettiness.

When the dust settled, he pulled back. Miona reached up and yanked the helm off of his head. His tan skin was already covered in a fine layer of soot.

“What did’a say about makin’ Labyrinth honey at the guild!” She demanded, though she sounded much nicer than she intended. Mukul muttered something about making it outside under his breath but Miona couldn’t hold the facade for long. She collapsed back against the door, laughing heartily.

“What’s so funny?” He asked, but there was a tired grin in his voice. He kicked the helm for good measure, his whole body tensing when the shock of pain tingled up his spine, only making her laugh more.

“Issit the third batch today?” She asked. “How long do you plan to go on!”

“Well—that’s my last attempt seeing as I don’t have any more honey.”

“Oh poor dear.” Miona strode over and pinched his cheek, wagging it back and forth like an old aunty would. “Do you need me to tell Felicity to get you some more on her next supply run?”

Mukul didn’t say anything for a long minute. Finally, he heaved a heavy, heavy sigh.

“I’ll make you eclairs in return.”

Miona whooped, skipping eagerly out of the kitchen, already thinking of her eclairs as she mentally began the write up for an in house quest.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Lights, Camera, Action!

Yall want more Peter, I heard.

Sweet Treats AU Masterlist

Peter being a naughty boy.

Please let me know what you think <3

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You shut down the mixer and lift out the paddle, moving the bowl and angling it to show the camera the dough.

“It’s important not to over mix,” you instruct your bodiless audience, “and so we want to knead it. Again,” you dump the hard lump onto the wooden board, “you don’t want to overwork it because then, your bread won’t be very fluffy and we want some nice big air bubbles in this.”

The stream chimes and chirps in response and you squint to see the screen. You read as few comments and chuckle as your hands move out of instinct.

“‘How often do I make bread?’ Well, I don’t buy it. I know not everyone has that luxury. I used to be your biggest Wonder fan in the world but I’m lucky enough that now I can make a couple loaves a week. Enough to give away even,” you smile as you talk, finding it easier to ramble to keep from getting camera shy.

You’re still not used to the streams but your blog’s growing and you were convinced to branch out from long articles, “and I like to mix it up. Sometimes, I do a raisin cinnamon loaf. Sometimes I change up the grain or the flour. It’s really easy to do a vegan bread when you have special company…”

For a moment you hear yourself and want to cringe at how you sound like Martha Stewart. A middle-aged homemaker with a passion for her stove and tablecloths.

The chinking sound of a tip comes in and you thank the generous donator as you move the dough into the pan, “now we want to put this into our proofing drawer.”

You slide the pan off the counter and turn to put it in the drawer beneath your double stoves. You shut it and struggle to rise as your lower back burns. Standing in one spot isn’t the best for your aches and pains. 

Before you can stand, you feel hands on your hips, a surprise that is soothing as Peter kneads your hips. He grinds his crotch against your ass as he keeps you bent over and you nearly hit your head on the oven door.

“Damn, kitten, look at you all ready for me,” he teases as he pulls you back, mimicking a thrust.

“Peter,” you squeal, “I’m filming.”

“You can redo it,” he purrs as you stand and his hands trail up your sides, “come on, baby,” turns you towards the camera and tries to force you against the counter. You brace the edge and blanch at the lens, the chat bubbling wildly with comments you can’t make out, “daddy wants a bite.”

“Peter,” you squeal, “I’m live!”

“Huh,” he hums as he kisses your sleeve and snakes his hands up to grope your chest. You catch him and try to shove him away, “I’ll be quick, kitty. Just a little–”

“I’m live!” You repeat louder and squeeze his hands, “as in, I’m streaming.”

You giggle nervously as he stops. He stands on his toes to look over his shoulders and gives a grunt. You feel his fingers twitch as if he might just keep going. You wouldn’t put him past his shameless self. He chuckles.

“Oops,” he lifts his hands and shows his palms, stepping around you as he grins at the lens, “hi everyone, sorry to interrupt…” he looks at you and tilts his head, “sorry, babe.”

He kisses your cheek and gives a wink that promises you it isn’t over. You smile and watch him leave, speechless in your embarrassment. Your chat continues to beep. You finally turn back and grab the timer, setting it.

You put it down and read the dozens of comments coming in, ‘Damn, is that your husband?’; ‘Fine as fuck’, ‘You shoulda let him’. You shake your head.

“This is a baking show,” you chide and try to laugh it off, “now let’s move onto the rolls…”

[ashes-writing-corner]

Alright! So I wanted to go ahead and do another part to Ghosts that We Knew! This is a follow up to the last one, but the next will kinda be its own thing. Anyway, I hope yall like ^^ it's a little shorter and less angsty than I thought it would be :)

Ghosts that We Knew

Part 5: Reconcile

Ghost had seemed to disappear. When you and Ellie came back, the apartment was cleaned, scrubbed down and sanitized of everything. They had even, rather courteously, had taken your stuff from the boxes and put them in plastic bins for easy organization and unpacking. Ellie couldn’t feel Ghost there anymore. It seemed the clean up crew had even washed him away. It saddened her. 

“Mama…where is he?” Ellie asked, looking up at you as she entered the apartment again, “I don’t see him”. 

“I don’t know sweetie. I…I’m thinking he may have moved on. Maybe he just completed his purpose”. 

Your little girl looked skeptical but seemed to understand what you meant. She went to her room, trying to get familiar with everything again. It was like moving in all over again. You stopped in front of the closet, now pristine and scrubbed down. Like Ellie, you felt like they had scrubbed him away too somehow. 

In the days following, you couldn't help but feel that a part of you was oddly lost. He was there and yet, not. Still around, just not as strong. It was a very surreal and odd feeling. The whole vibe of the apartment felt off, so you did what you normally did when you felt out of whack. 

You baked. 

This time, you worked on a loaf of banana nut bread, one of yours and Ellie’s favorites. You had hoped maybe Ghost would come again at the smells and sounds of you baking again, keeping your phone out and the communication app open in case he said something. But nothing came through on the phone, even as you waited for it to finish baking. It just felt empty all around. The apartment was tainted, despite having been cleansed, and it felt barren and cold. A part of you wondered if the cold was due to his presence, or because you just felt cold without him there. Again, it was just a really odd, sad feeling. You read a little on your phone as you waited for the banana loaf to get done, but you could hardly read the words. Something just didn’t feel right. 

You got up, and approached the closet in the hall, noting that Ellie’s door was closed. You had your phone in hand as you sat down in front of the closet. You didn't know what his fascination with that space was, but you had an idea. 

The thought of it honestly broke your heart…well it broke somebody's. You remembered as you touched the scar on your chest. "Your" heart wasn't exactly yours. You couldn't stand remembering that fact…

Pushing it to the back of your mind, you focused on the task at hand. If he was still here, this is where he'd be. 

"Ghost…if you're still here, I want you to know that it's okay. You did what you had to do and you did it to protect us. Even if we weren't home, who's to say they wouldn't have come again? I just wanna let you know that I'm not mad at you, if that's what's wrong. Yes, I was scared. Yes, I was caught by surprise. I just didn't expect to see you. I only saw you a little that first night. I wasn't expecting a full body apparition" you paused, trying to think of what to say, "if you're still here, I'm making banana nut bread. I know you can't eat it, but you mentioned you liked the smell. I'll leave a piece out for you". 

You kissed your hand and gently pressed it to the door. "And if you have moved on, well…congrats soldier, you earned it". 

You moved to stand back up to check on the loaf in the oven, leaving your phone in the hallway in front of the closet. Inside, Ghost did his best to keep quiet, definitely not a difficult feat. Sure you explained yourself, but he didn't want to risk scaring you again. Besides, he needed time to regain his strength. Possession took a lot out of him, as he imagined it did with most spirits. 

Sorry. 

At the sound of the word, you nearly dropped the loaf in the kitchen. You heard the squeak of Ellie's door, she had heard it too. The little girl sat in front of the closet. 

"Ghost? Ghosty? Are you in there?" Ellie asked. 

You were somewhat easy to resist, but Ghost had a deep soft spot for your little girl. Any time she was around something in him felt oddly alive, warm and bright. Anything she wanted, anything she asked, he gave an answer. 

Here. 

"Mama! He's here! He's back!" Ellie called excitedly. 

"I'll be there in a second, hon. Want a piece of banana nut bread?!" You asked. 

He could hear the smile in your voice. You were happy he was here, actually happy. It was beginning to feel like home again for you, and even more like home with your supernatural roommate. 

"Yes please!" Ellie called out, "don't forget one for him!"  

You were indeed smiling. "I would never forget". 

Ellie went to her room to grab a blanket and a couple pillows. She didn't want to leave her spooky friend alone in the lonely hallway tonight. Besides, sweets tasted even better when shared with friends.

"I missed you" Ellie said looking first at the phone and then the door. 

Missed you. The phone seemed to echo back. 

She smiled as you came back with slices of the fresh loaf. You sat down with your little one, setting the plate between the two of you. 

"Banana nut bread tastes the best when made fresh" you smiled, "and it's even better tonight". 

"Yum!" Ellie took a piece excitedly, loving when you made things like this. 

You pushed a piece on a smaller plate towards the closet door. Sure Ghost couldn't eat it, but at least he knew you thought of him. You watched your little one eat, a soft smile on your face. 

"Ghost…you won't leave us right? Promise?" She asked, her little voice soft. 

He took a moment to think. He was touched, Ellie wasn't afraid of him anymore, and he felt a little more complete. Ghost had no idea why he was still stuck here, but a part of him thought it was for the two of you. Whatever higher powers there were, they had finally gifted him that one thing he wanted in life but never felt worthy of: a home and a family. 

Again, he was aware of how selfish it was, but after dedicating his life to the protection of others, perhaps it was time to be a little selfish…

Never. He promised. 

He was home, and Ghost had no intention of leaving. Home was where he was staying, no matter where you and Ellie were…

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[fox-buried-in-maple-leaves]

the relationship asks for galin and. reader.

- coincidental redhead kisser

What was their first date like? If they haven’t been on a date yet, how would it go?

Chances are Galin tried to cook for you and then proceeded to burn everything! Because they did not follow Kisa's instructions properly. So sorry. But that's okay! They'll take you to get dinner out and about and then probably drag you to go see some pretty sights. It ends with them tucking a flower in your hair. It’s late at night and your characters want food, what do they order/find in the fridge?

Galin will whine about having to cook, they hate it! It's sooo time consuming.. Come on, let them order shitty takeout.. Please? They really want nuggies..

What’s a typical Sunday like for them?

If they aren't working? It's their rest day! Galin works a lot, and they don't get many breaks. Not that its Sulien or Inessa's fault, its just their role within Razvedka is incredibly demanding. So any day off.. They just want to spend with their head in your lap or taking a nap together.. They're so tired.. What’s their love language like? Are they compatible with one another?

YOU specifically are not super compatible with Galin in terms of love languages because they're one of my touchiest ocs. Like they'll respect your boundaries obviously but they'll occasionally have moments where they're sad they can't touch you. Beyond that though, Galin is really good about showing their love through actions or words. Do they have any pet names/nicknames for eachother?

They'll call you puppy. But in general, Galin uses 'habibi' a lot. And the CLASSIC bab(e/y). Deffo the lover to say something cringe like "my sugarplum" ok nerd. What do they argue about?

Galin is naive and childish at times. That sparks a lot of arguments in general. They don't understand the ramifications of the world around them. The cruelty of it. They don't understand, and in their lack of understanding, misunderstandings can grow. Who does what chores, and why?

Galin is so annoying, they hate how other people clean things. YOU cook and they'll do everything else, tyy. What’s the most difficult thing they’ve been through together?

Mmm probably the disbandment of Razvedka, following the events of Sandrone's ousting. Which, I never wrote for the public. But does exist in my skull and some drafts. But it is a VERY hard time for Galin. Razvedka is their family, and it was torn apart. How do they make up after a fight?

A hug please ): Who causes the most arguments?

Probably Galin, but usually unintentionally. What would they say each other’s worst quality is?

I'll j say their worst quality, in my opinion, is how fucking stubborn they are. What would they say each other’s best quality is?

Okay but their best quality is the sunshine disposition. What names are they saved as on each other’s phone?

Galin would have a partner saved as "loaf of my life" or a similar pun lmao.. What would they consider quality time?

Going out! Maybe to a restaurant or a bar or for a walk or sight seeing or to a theatre!! They just want to spend time with their partner, in any way, every way. Who decides which movies to watch?

I'm sorry, Galin will cry if you don't let them pick. guilt trippy mf.. How are they like on a road trip together?

Will fight you over music. Keeps stopping to pee. BANGER tunes tho, never gets lost, snack machine. It’s raining, did either of your OCs bring an umbrella? If so, who, and do they share it?

I hope you did because Galin fuckin didn't. What are they like when sharing a bed?

They're so fucking clingy... You're gonna have to put a pillow between yall if you don't want them half on top of you and clinging to you like their lil life depends on it. Who is better at games? Does the loser take it graciously?

Galin is really good at games so you have a competitor! They're not a sore loser at least, so that's nice. Do they ever share clothes?

Galin WILL steal your clothes. They'll let you borrow theirs too if you want!! Your OCs are on a trip and there’s only one bed! What do they do?

Galin would offer to sleep on the floor if it'd make you comfortable, they're also small enough to curl up on a chair if there is one. Otherwise, they're cool with sharing!! snuggle time. What do your characters think about marriage? Are they for or against it?

They do like the idea! Up to their partner, of course, but they'd love the idea.. Do any of them have bad habits that the other can’t stand?

Galin refuses to let people help them carry stuff. It's a terrible habit, fella j let us help you. christ. Who is more down to earth?

Galin is the definition of down to earth so.. Are they affectionate in public? Is it too much?

If you let them be they will be! They won't go overboard, but some handholding, hugs? leaning? maybe a kiss?? depends on their partner. but they love being a lil affectionate... How are they affectionate in private?

even worse... Galin is just really really affectionate. How does your OC react to being broken up with?

"You want to..? Oh.. Was it something I did? Was it something I said? Please.. Can you at least tell me why..? I'm sorry that I've disappointed you.." they'll be sobbing into Kisa's tail for the next two weeks. Do they fall in love easily?

They fall in love with everything really.. Your character is in love, do they confess? If not, how long do they wait?

Galin is so scared of not being wanted, so they tend to wait or hesitate. But if something big happens then they'll spill their feelings so suddenly its like whiplash. Who was the first to say ‘I love you’?

GALIN........ Who is more stubborn?

probs Galin. What moment did they realise that they were in love?

Listen to them ramble for hours between bites of hot peppers... j so casual and nice.. they fall in love so easily with people who don't judge them lol.. How long have they been friends? Would they consider each other best friends?

Galin is 1000% the "my partner is my BESTIE." person. Who’s more ticklish?

They're super ticklish lol- If your OCs has/had a child, who would be the stricter parent?

Galin is not strict at all so uhh. do with that what you will?? What do they do when they miss one another? Is one more needy than the other/s?

Galin is definitely the needier one.. They'll wrap your shirt around your pillow and snuggle that.. Or if they're away on a mission or for work, they'll send letters as often as they can! up to and including every day if they can.. What green flags do they have for one another?

Their biggest green flag is the fact that they listen and that they're very willing to learn. Have they ever been jealous?

They are uhhhh more jealous than they'd like to admit... Is one more introverted/extroverted than the other?

GALIN IS AN EXTROVERT, PLS WATER UR SUNSHINE. Who’s the better cook?

definitely not them... Are they good at comforting one another? Does someone hide their feelings usually?

Galin really struggles to hide their feelings from a partner or somebody that they're exceptionally close to. They struggle to lie to a lover. In general though, Galin is good at comfort if asked for comfort. They'll learn what you need and adjust accordingly. Would they have been friends with each other in school?

They are friends with everyone always so jot that down. Who made the first move?

Depends, since Galin takes a hot minute to process their emotions.. Do they get on well with each other’s family? Is family important to them?

Galin's family is gone now.. But they hope you get on with Razvedka. That's their family now, it's all they have. And it means everything to them. Do they tease each other? What about?

Like I mentioned with you specifically Rex, Galin would use puppy/dog teasingly! They tease about a lottttt of things. Lil shit. (and for my other Galin lover, yes kitty/cat/kitten would also be used in teasing) Is there anything that scares them about their friendship/relationship?

Galin is afraid of not being wanted. They don't even need to be loved, just cherished. They want, no need, to be wanted. And they're afraid one day they won't be enough.

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In case no one told you today, I’m proud of you! Don’t forget to hydrate and smile ☁️

:0 i Have been chugging water!! i’m like a fish, blub blub bitches i’m health!!

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my DREAM LIFE is to be that old witchy person who lives in a forest cottage with their own chickens and a lazy old cat, who tends to her own herbs and always has stew or soup cooking and a fresh loaf of bread or cake or cookies baking, who gives free advice based off of years and years and years of their mortal wisdom, who knows the best tea for whatever ails you and who always has a bottle of champagne and a bottle of alcohol-free apple cider cold and ready for whatever needs celebrating, who you can always come to for anything. but noooo the ECONOMY >:(

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did you get the gay porn shirt /hj

i WANTED to but merch lines were so long and literally Not Moving :((

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[loveyounoel2022]

I'm seeing a bunch of posts on GBBO AU and I didnt really think people would be making an AU for a reality baking show but ok lol

I just thought it would be hilarious (for the viewers, not necessarily the judges) if characters from the Mighty Boosh were on Bake-off.

Vince: Hey check this out Howard, this cake's gonna be genius! *goofs off infinitely and ends up with a strangely colored weird tasting cake*

Vince (after disappointment): I don't know what went wrong. I'm the sunshine kid, its all supposed to go well in the end for the sunshine kid.

Paul: What is this I’m tasting? Did you… did you put glitter in your cake?!

Howard: Not now Vince, I need to concentrate. I need to figure out how to shape this loaf of bread like a working saxophone so I can woo the judges with my sweet jazz tunes.

Naboo: I can just use my shaman powers to bake this cake, its gonna be ok. *puts a ton of weed into his cake*

Noel (after the showstopper): Why is everyone but me high in this tent? You all ate Naboo’s cake??!

The Hitcher: I'll cut you up cut you up, you caaaaaake!!

Staff (to The Hitcher): Yeah we're definitely not allowing you anywhere near the knives

The Hitcher: Ya got any eels up in this tent by any chance??

Staff (about Bollo): Who the FUCK allowed a gorilla in the tent?

Bollo: It ok, back home I excellent baker. I bake you best bread, just watch. *bread turns out underproved, underbaked, under everything else*

Prue Leith (to Tony Harrison): This is a real disappointment. But not entirely unexpected from a pink head with tiny pink tentacles. You look a bit like a cake yourself, if Noel baked it perhaps.

Tony Harrison: How dare you? I look nothing like a cake! And I'll have you know me wife loves me baking! THIS IS AN OUTRAAAAAAGE!

Paul Hollywood: Why is this…crunchy??!

Saboo: You know nothing of the crunch!

The Moon: I’m the Moon. In space, there is a similar baking competition, but it’s hard because everything sort of floats away. It’s hard to hold on to things because I have no hands. It floats away and you won’t see it for ages, and then it floats by again after many many centuries. When that happens I get very nostalgic. Good fucking memories.

Sunflash: In the fyu-chha, there are no caaakes! There are just small capsules and you inhale the vapors and that’s how you consume sweets! Ahahaha!

Old Gregg: *puts Baileys in everything* You ever drunk Baileys from a choux?

Prue: You know I do love a nice alcoholic kick, but do you absolutely have to put Baileys in everything you bake?

Bob Fossil: I’m trying to make my small hard snappy cakes look like the grey leg-face man and the hairy Russian carpet man.

Noel (explaining to Prue and Paul): He means a biscuit, an elephant and a bear. Bit of a simpleton that one.

Paul: Why are all these bakes so insanely surreal? Can nobody bake something decent in here?

Noel: *voice goes up cause he's embarrassed* What are you lot doing here??! I thought Prue and Paul were only joking!!??!

If any of yall think of more, feel free to submit and I'll add them on.

[cl-01-kestis]

Caught in a Landslide - Crosshair x Female Nurse!Reader | Part 8

Summary: As an ex Jedi, you plaster up your past with a medical degree and work for the Kaminoan’s as a nurse/medic. However, your facade no longer goes unnoticed after a specific sharp shooter gets ahold of your trail.

Warnings: another long ass chapter, thoughts of death, angst angst angst, Episode 15 and 16 spoilers! I might make some of yall cry with this one I’m sorry-

(This basically covers the entirety of episode 16 and follows its plot)

< Part 7

The last time you slept in a jail cell was when you were 15, shockingly. You remember the day quite clearly, you stole a loaf of bread from a seller in the markets of Mandalore, your days as a Jedi had barely started and you were still sticking to your old ways of anarchy that you once adorned before Mace Windu found you. The punishment was barely a week in the capital prison, as well as 3 weeks of community service.

But nothing compared to being locked up now. A loaf of bread was a funny thing to be arrested for, but being arrested by becoming the Empire’s enemy was the worst sentence anyone could receive. You had your own prison cell. You didn’t know what planet you were on, probably Kamino for convenience. You didn’t know what your sentence included, but you knew deep down that death was a high chance.

Sometimes throughout the day you usually sat cross legged, in a new uniform - an orange boiler suit which was similar to the Republic prison ones on Coruscant.

You done your best to comfort yourself in the silence, thinking of Howzer and hoping he was alright, wherever he was. You hoped he was stationed somewhere off-world, unlike you. You tried not to cry too much because of the Coruscant guard clones guarding your jail cells, telling you to shut up every time a whine or cry of discomfort left your lips.

You thought of your life before Kamino as your throat went dry, recalling the sickening visions of your old battalion as they shot at you and your Padawan before they faced eventual death. You shuddered, rubbing your eyes and running your fingers through your scalp, feeling how greasy your hair was due to not showering in a couple of days. Recently, you had been having nightmares, ever since you met Crosshair, ironically.

‘Jedi aren’t supposed to have nightmares’ you thought, frowning slightly and looking at nothing in particular as you seemed to drift off into a day dream land. You studied your own expression silently in the reflective black floor beneath you, noticing how your throat bobbed up and down as you tried swallowing the dryness away.

The guards refused to give you water or food, they gave it to the other prisoners, but never you. Because you were a Jedi. You were starting to look frail, your skin almost paper-like as your stomach wrenched for food. It would only take a couple of days for you to die from starvation and water deprivation. Maybe that would be more peaceful than dying at the hands of the Empire by decapitation or a firing squad.

You believed there were only two things keeping you alive right now - the force, and Crosshair. You knew he was the reason you were arrested, you knew his feelings would now change because of who you really are, but that would never change the way you feel about him. You still felt your chest warm up every time you thought of him, but it was always bitter sweet.

The man in charge of your heart would be the one in charge of your own end. You could only hope he was realising the Empire was wrong, you no longer had control or influence in his life. No more talking to him in your med ward, no more walks to your office, no more laughter shared across comm channels. No more innocence, only corruption. A fragile companionship which ultimately ended in death. Love was your downfall. Maybe this was your punishment for disobeying the Jedi order, maybe this was your fate for defying the people who practically made you.

A tear slipped from your eye and landed on your boiler suit trouser leg, staining it and creating a small dark dot. You clutched at the kyber crystal hanging from your neck, the one that Cross gifted you a week ago. It was the centre of your comfort, the last thing you would have of him. You kept your mouth shut as a loud buzz echoed around the jail cells and a few other prisoners were knocked out of their beds and yelled to keep the noise down. You stayed in your position in the middle of the pure black floor, between the black walls and under the same black ceiling that you hated so much.

A pair of legs covered by a tan Admiral uniform stood in front of your cell, separated by the red ray shield that you also despised. You didn’t need to look up to know it was Rampart who was visiting you. This was the first time you had seen him since Ryloth, which had been a few days ago. You weren’t too sure what day or time it was, so you couldn’t be sure.

You refused to meet his patronising gaze, but you also noticed another pair of legs in the background, nearby him. It looks similar to Crosshair’s uniform, but you didn’t want to look, at that point you would surely die from heartbreak.

“Now this is most shocking,” Rampart began, his hands clasped behind their back like they always were. Your expression was blank, eyes dark with sleep deprivation and neck aching from also not being able to get comfy at night.

“This whole time a Jedi was amongst our ranks… when I suspected some secrecy about you, I certainly did not expect this,” Rampart sounded like your mother when she used to scold you as a child, she would verbally abuse you to the point of no response, her grip tight on your small wrist as you tried to break free. This felt no different, in fact, this felt worse.

“What made you think you would escape the Empire?” The agitated Admiral asked urgently, you could sense his aggression through the barrier, and it didn’t take a Jedi to know he was angry. It almost seemed humorous.

“I don’t answer to you” You gathered up spit in your mouth and spat on the shield, which immediately disintegrated within a matter of seconds. If the shield wasn’t in the way, it would’ve landed on his perfectly shiny and spotless shoes.

“Then maybe I’ll use the person you do answer to” Rampart hissed, moving aside for who you assumed was Crosshair.

Closing your eyes, you felt your lip quiver as you let out a silent sigh. You looked up finally, eyes red and puffy as they met with Crosshairs. His eyes were cold, not once the lovely warm honey, or the happiness they brought you. He might as well be empty with eyes like that. You don’t think you could take it looking at them much longer.

“You lied to me” Crosshair raised a hand and pointed a finger at you, it was trembling as well as the rest of his arm. You felt your heart twist uncomfortably in your chest as he held in a breath before turning to Rampart and pleading to talk to you without others watching. As reluctant as he was, Rampart didn’t deny his best soldier and left the room, along side the Coruscant guards.

“I thought you were special, Amia, or is that your real name? As far as I know, I’m talking to a complete stranger now,” If you thought his stare was cold, his words hit so much harder. You opened your mouth to say something each time he finished a sentence but you couldn’t speak. Tears threatened to spill from your eyes and your throat was on fire as you tried not to burst into sobs.

“You lead me to believe that I meant something, I was important to you”.

“You are! For Maker’s sake, you’re more important to me than anything else in this galaxy,” at this point you were wailing between words, tears cascading down your face as you spluttered out your emotions all at once.

“Why did you lie to me then?” He crouched down, his knees against the floor as he tried to be level with you.

“You would’ve killed me,” You whimpered, and Crosshair went silent after.

He looked at you with shock, studying your disastrous appearance and weeping face as you crawled up to the red barrier separating you both. He flinched back slightly, a look of hurt still plastered on his face.

“I… I still cared for you, even though I knew you could’ve kill me, I still thought about you every night and every day, and I still do!” You yell, hiding your face in your hands and unsure of what to do with all of your unfolding emotions. Crosshair watched you, his mouth open and begging to speak.

“Why? Why do you care?! If you knew I could kill you, why did you waste so much time on me?” Crosshair slapped his fist on the wall beside the red barrier, a single tear leaving his eye as he regained his composure and lowered his head.

“Isn’t it obvious? I love you, Crosshair!” You exclaimed, wanting so desperately to touch him through the barrier, hold his hand and embrace him out of pure convenience.

Crosshairs eyes were wide, his face scrunched up and soon he was crying. You didn’t expect this from him, a man so cold and distant from emotion. Crosshair crying was something you didn’t think you would ever see, it upset you more than anything else in the galaxy. His body shook, his hand covered his mouth before both of his hands covered his face. You could barely see his eyes as he sniffed and struggled to calm down. You cried with him, hitting the wall and yelling out for the shield to be lifted even though it wasn’t possible. You had to hold him, you had to let him know it was going to be okay.

“You want to know why I never fled the Empire when I had the chance?” Your voice was broken from crying so much but you didn’t wait for Crosshair to respond. “I thought of you when I was so close to freedom, but in reality, you’re the freedom I was looking for. I can never physically bring myself to leave you alone in this place, the thought of leaving you… is worse than the thought of dying,” You swallowed down more cries as you lifted your hand from your lap and guided it in front of Crosshair.

He was still crying, barely stable, and froze the moment he felt an invisible hand on his cheek.

“Please don’t cry cyare…” You pleaded softly, moving your thumb so the force on his cheek felt as though it was your hand stroking it softly.

“I hate feeling trapped,” He whimpered, rubbing his eye and taking comfort in your force abilities. You nodded your head and moved your hand so it was under his chin, tilting it up so he could look at you.

“I hate… feeling like I’m the bad one,” He said those words with such momentum. You knew he was telling the honest truth. This was the real Crosshair you were talking to. Not CT-9904. Not the Commander of an Imperial squadron.

Crosshair.

Beautiful Crosshair.

“I know Cyare, I know” You soothed, burning your finger slightly as it grazed the red ray shield, you felt a shock of electricity pulse through your hand which caused you to stop the force connection to Crosshair. Quickly, you pulled your hand back and rubbed it, trying to relax the sore muscles of your fingers.

“I wish there was something I could do… some way to get you out,” He murmured, looking at you once more through the ray shield and raising his hand to almost touch yours on the other side of the shield.

“There’s not much you can do, if you help me you could die,” The words were so quiet as they left your quivering lips, your tone so weak as you imagined him facing the same fate as you. Crosshair shook his head, scrunching up his face as he tried thinking of a way to get you out. There wasn’t much time left until Rampart would return, and Crosshair would have to put up his facade once more.

“If I leave you here, you’re going to die either way, execution or not,” He frowned, his tears stopping as he regained his composure and wiped his eyes.

“What do you mean by that?” Your voice shook as you blurted out the question. Crosshair fell silent, but he knew he had to tell you.

“Rampart’s planning to destroy Kamino, I can’t say when, but if I leave you here you’re going down with it,” Crosshair looked terrified as he spoke, as if he couldn’t imagine a galaxy without you. You subtly shifted through his thoughts and you were completely right, he was petrified of the events that were to come. His heart was beating at an unhealthily fast rate and he was turning pale. The thought of your death sent him into a mental frenzy, he was unable to comprehend it at all.

“I need to protect you, you’re the only person who cares…” He sighed, and you swore you felt your heart break at his words. Crosshair looked sad, not upset or angry, he looked lonely. You could feel his isolation the whole time he was away from his brothers, but you helped him fix that.

“I’ll always care, Crosshair, you’re all I have,” You felt another volt of electricity zap through your fingers when you got too close to the ray shield. But you didn’t stop, you placed your hand against it and used the force to stop yourself from feeling any pain. Your hand burned, an awful sizzling sound erupted between your palm and the shield pressed against it.

“Thank you… for caring” The sharp shooter replied with a quiver in his voice. For a second you were about to say something until the sound of a door opened, Crosshair stood right up and placed his helmet over his head to conceal his tear stricken face. You took your hand of the ray shield and noticed it was red and irritated with burns. You didn’t care much for the pain, it was barely a low sting.

Rampart entered the room once more and looked at the two of you suspiciously, but excused his thoughts and walked towards you.

“It’s time to leave,” He looked to Crosshair with that same ice cold stare, you felt fear and looked to Cross who only nodded and moved towards the exit. You looked to Rampart with fire in your eyes, gritting your teeth as he crouched down to level himself with you.

“I must say, for a second you had me fooled with your medical persona, but in the end your discovery was your own doing,” He glared right into your soul as he spoke.

“No mind, death will come to you eventually” He stood up, brushing his knees before sending you one past glare and turning on his foot to leave.

You held your burned hand as you watched him go, knowing it would surely be the last time you would ever see him and probably Crosshair. The fact made you wince, the emotional pain was indescribable compared to the small burns on your palm. If there was something to cry about, it wouldn’t be your hand or the fact you were going to die. It was the fact that that was the last time you were going to see the love of your life and everything more than that, Crosshair would continue being a slave to the Empire and all on his own.

You couldn’t bare the thought.

-

The prison cells were quiet. All medical staff and clones had been sent away, as well as all the TK troopers who replaced them. You lay on the floor on your side, body aching and your mind numb as you awaited your end. You could sense that something terrible was about to happen, something that would destroy much more than you. Either way, there was nothing you could do about it, you could only wait, painfully.

You didn’t bother wiping your tears, keeping your hands down and holding your stomach as you tried falling asleep. Maybe that would make death more calming.

You weren’t ready to die.

You weren’t even prepared for it.

Being trapped in a small prison cell didn’t help either, it felt like the walls were closing in on you as the seconds went by. You were panting constantly, the anxiety was fully sinking in. You could hear explosions, knowing that your time was running out. The rumbles shook the floor you were sitting on and made you want to cry more.

As you tried losing consciousness, you heard sudden commotion outside the prison cells. Footsteps, multiple of them walking at the same time, got closer to the entrance of the prison. You opened your eyes and sat up quickly, although you were still groggy and upset.

You saw the door open, the noise being the first you heard in at least a few hours. You held onto your chest as a small, familiar head popped through the doorway and looked around until it found your cell.

“Omega…?” You gasped, eyes wide with surprise as the small female clone ran up to your cell with teary eyes and looked at the shield which separated her from you.

“How are you here? I thought you escaped with Clone Force 99?” You wanted to ask so many questions, what was she up to whilst she was away? How did she even know you were here?

“We can talk when we get out of here,” She insisted, pressing a button on the panel against the wall which immediately lifted the red shield from your cell. You stood up on shaky legs, ears ringing and body almost dysfunctional as you wobbled around until you gained balance. You let out a quiet ‘oof’ when a small pair of arms wrapped around your torso, holding you tight. You looked down at Omega who’s head was against your stomach, her eyes squeezed tight shut. You held her close, stroking her hair and smiling to yourself at the physical contact.

“I’ve been so worried about you,” Omega whispered, looking up and unlinking her arms from your torso. Suddenly, another head popped out of the prison door entrance and this time it was a strange face.

“You got her out kid? It’s time to go,” A very bulky and tall clone asked the small girl in front of you. You looked at him briefly and tried to remember what he was called, but you didn’t have much time to think at all as Omega took your hand and dragged you forward, out of the prison and into one of the many white hallways of Kamino.

The sight you were met with shocked you magnificently. All of Clone Force 99 were there, but with a plus one. It caused you to stop in your tracks momentarily which caused Omega to tug at your arm.

An unconscious Crosshair.

Completely out old and flopped against the brute clones shoulder. You felt a cold sweat wash over your body and for a second you thought you were hallucinating. Your heart almost stopped with shock, how in the galaxy did he end up back with his old group? Never mind that, why was he unconscious?

“We can’t stop, we have to go!” Omega insisted, hauling you forward with all her strength. You picked up your pace, noticing that she was slower than her brothers due to her smaller legs, so you done what any convenient person would do and picked her up. Omega complied to your actions and crawled to your back, her arms wrapped around your neck and feeling relief as you caught up with the defective clones.

You were terrified as to what was going on, the metal walls of the building were groaning and the lights flickered on and off continually. You held onto Omega’s legs securely as she looked around in fright. “It’s okay kid, we’re gonna get out of here,” Even you knew that there was a slim chance of escape, but Omega was still a child and she needed that level of reassurance, especially in a situation like this.

You ran around into a smaller corridor and suddenly the lights completely shut off, burst electric pipes spat out sparks as more mini explosions went off behind you. Omega yelped and held into you tighter, nuzzling her head into the back of your neck to being herself some kind of comfort in the chaos surrounding you all.

You were all running, until a small explosion was triggered in front of you and you were all blown back by the force. Your hearing went silent and for a second you thought you might’ve died, but thanks to Omega and AZI who jolted you awake, you realised that wasn’t the case. Another explosion went off and your hope of escaping started deteriorating fast.

Soon the whole building started to launch itself sideways due to the lost legs that kept it steady. You, and everyone else, started sliding down. Your heart was in your throat as you quickly latched yourself onto some rubble so you couldn’t slide down any further. Omega had the same idea but she was crying out to Hunter and the rest as they continued slipping down the floors. Wires broke loose and all of a sudden, you, Omega and AZI were separated from the rest.

Your sight went black for a brief few seconds until you felt water pour on your cheek. You jolted awake and gasped at the state of the hallway you were now trapped in. Omega was out old, and AZI woke her up just in time as the hallway slowly started filling with water. The three of you looked at the large set of doors which separated you from the rest. Omega realised you were still with her and sent you a relieved smile, but that wasn’t enough to fully calm her nerves.

As you continued looking at the doors, you raised your hands and everything around you went quiet. You tried pulling them apart with the force, but you soon realised that your power wasn’t as strong as it used to be. You hadn’t used the force in so long, you were now back to the basics. You sighed, trying not to get upset.

“Crosshair!” Omega cried behind you, and your thoughts about the force had completely vanished. You turned around rapidly in the water which was now at your knees, eyes landing on your lover who was stuck under rubble and clearly unconscious.

“Cyare!” You gasped, pushing your way through the water and rubble that was in your path. Omega looked at you with wide eyes, but moved aside so you could help with getting him unstuck. Omega took out her small coms device from her back pocket and raised it to her face.

“Hunter, do you copy?!” She called out into the speaker, eyes welling up with tears as she tried her best to keep composure. You pulled on the rubble that covered Crosshair, streaks of tears down your face as you panicked with the water slowly rising up. He was going to die if you couldn’t remove the rubble.

“Yeah kid, are you alright?” Hunter responded, sending a surge of relief through your system as you held onto the rubble.

“Not really. The room is flooding, and Crosshair’s stuck,” Omega said with distress, looking at the floor of water which was starting to rise at a quicker pace now. You stood up once again, this time going up to the door and wiping your hands together.

Come on (Y/N), you can do this, just… feel the force.

You inhaled softly through your nose and closed your eyes, pressing your hands against the metal of the doors and doing your best to connect with the force as best as you possibly could.

“Greetings, CT-9904, you survived the aerial bombardment but are now moments away from drowning” AZI informed Crosshair, who was obviously now awake and aware of his situation. You didn’t look back, you couldn’t when you were trying to plough this door open. You could see the end of Wrecker’s knife push through the slit of the door, and you took that as an invitation to start pulling the door open.

You took a step back and inhaled once again, holding your breath as you started using the force and heard the doors creak and groan. The water was now up to your hips, slowly rising to your chest which made you nervous.

You exhaled suddenly and realised the water was now up to your neck, forcing you to fill your lungs with as much oxygen as possible before diving under the surface and trying again. Omega appeared next to you and tried breaking the door open with her hands, but she eventually returned to the surface to get more oxygen.

The force grew more as you used it, hands balled into fists as the door started opening and sucking all the water to the other side. You, Omega, AZI and Crosshair all made it through to the other side, and you gasped for air the moment you were caught in Echo’s arms. You collapsed to the ground, chest heaving up and down before you felt Omega wrap her arms around your wet form. All of you were drenched, you felt freezing due to the prison uniform you were wearing and felt your teeth chatter.

“What have you done?” You heard Crosshair confront Hunter, taking a step towards his brother.

“The Empire opened fire on the city, we weren’t going to leave you behind,” Hunter objected, looking down at you and Omega as you shielded her from the cold. AZI was hovering around the both of you.

“We don’t have time for this, we need to get topside before this entire structure submerges,” Tech interjected into the conversation abruptly.

“If you want to stay here and die, that’s your call,” Hunter said sternly to his brother. You didn’t have time to talk to Crosshair, you were only focused on getting out and keeping Omega safe. You stood up from the ground and took the young clones hand, jogging behind the others closely and looking behind you to see if Crosshair followed.

You ended up in a tunnel that connected the buildings together, looking around at the destruction of the labs and feeling your heart crumble. Omega stopped beside you to look at the empty embryo tubes which were now overrun with water. You looked away to save yourself anymore devastation, and looked at Crosshair.

The both of you regarded each other silently, he looked as though he wanted to say a thousand things, but he didn’t feel comfortable in the company of his brothers. As Wrecker encouraged Omega to continue walking, you made your way over to Crosshair and took his hand out of comfort and reassurance. The clone didn’t pull back or sneer, instead he tightened his grip on your hand and nodded his head to you. A few of the members seemed to notice, but not Hunter or those who were at the front.

The two of you ran side by side, you held onto his hand for dear life as the building structure continued creaking. Crosshair noticed your fear and it crushed him, he hated the fact you were in this situation. He didn’t care if he was loyal to the Empire or working for an establishment that hated Jedi, he still loved you and needed you to be safe. You were the only person who mattered, and if this escape went wrong, you could die.

Unfortunately for the group, the large tunnel started creaking as well as the rest of the building, and all of you were sent sliding down the floor once more until the whole building was on its side. You grabbed onto a bust pipe which was sticking out of the ground, holding onto Crosshair through the force and watching his expression distort from confused to relieved. He looked up at you with eyes full of amazement, smiling to himself as he floated in the air. But it didn’t last long as the building crashed to the sea bed and became level once more.

You groaned as you face planted the floor, hauling yourself up and giving Crosshair a hand as he grumbled to himself. The two of you looked at one another for a moment, and you took his hand once more.

“I believe we have landed on the ocean floor,” Tech informed unnervingly, “there is no way to accurately calculate the damage,” He continued, tapping his small data pad.

“Most of the facilities must be-“ A loud creak in the structure surrounding the group caused him to stop speaking, the pipes above you burst and more water started flooding the hallways.

“We need to get to a space that’s more secure,” Hunter demanded, shining his torch at the pipes before Tech responded with “follow me.”

The group went on ahead but you stayed with Crosshair as he thought of what he was going to do. He squeezed your hand for some kind of comfort, and noticed that Omega was watching the both of you. She looked sad, almost convinced that Crosshair wasn’t going to follow them. As she turned on her foot and ran after her brothers, you cupped Crosshair’s cheek and nodded your head. He let out a sigh and let you take the lead, following closely behind the group and in hopes for a safer place.

-

You could barely breathe, coughing and spluttering for fresh air as you reached the waters surface. Omega gave you little warning that she was going to open your tube to save AZI, you could only grasp 5 seconds of air before she forced open the door and swam down to get him. Everything was dark, and for a second you didn’t think you’d make it, but after feeling a pair of strong arms lift you securely from the water, you knew you’d be okay.

Crosshair dragged you out quickly of the freezing ocean, Omega following closely behind. You held onto him for dear life and wrapped your arms around him properly, head resting on his shoulder piece and gripping at his blacks. Crosshair stroked your damp hair, patting your back to get all the water out your lungs. He hated hearing the way your breath was so ragged and raspy, he could sense your throat was burning.

“You’re okay, you’re safe,” He hushed your whimpers as you clutched onto him so desperately, choking on your own breath as you nodded your head and lay slumped in his protective arms. You weakly leaned back and looked up to him, offering a gentle smile and cupping his face with your freezing cold hand.

“I love you,” You murmured, quiet enough for only him to hear but Hunter’s hyper senses caught on, but he didn’t say anything about it. Crosshair smiled and leaned forward to kiss your forehead tenderly, his hand still entangled in your hair.

“I love you too, riduur” He closed his eyes and pressed his head against yours, your noses touching but you were too tired to let anything else happen, especially with eyes on you. Crosshair situated you into a comfortable position in the tube which was used as a small boat as his brothers swam to the platform which was about a mile away.

He ushered you to fall asleep and gain some rest from the events that just took place, running his fingers through your hair and holding you close until he felt your breathing settle and your eyes shut over. You and Omega were out for the count, you sat in Crosshairs lap whereas she sat in Hunters, and the tube miraculously sustained the weight of all four of you.

Crosshair ignored the strange glances from his formal brothers, he could feel their confusion burn through them as he cradled you protectively in his strong arms, lips pressed to your wet scalp and glaring at them if they stared for too long.

Hunter didn’t pay any mind to his brothers behaviour, he sensed something was happening the moment Omega fetched you from your jail cell, even on Ryloth when you stayed with Howzer, the picture was bigger than expected. But of all people, he wanted to ask you, why Crosshair? He wasn’t the man he used to be, but you still saw through all of that and loved him regardless. What made it more confusing was that you were a Jedi, the very person Crosshair was supposed to kill. But he didn’t kill you, he loved you instead.

Hunter was starting to believe that Crosshairs chip was removed, because he wouldn��t behave this way if he still had it in. Either that, or his love for you was so strong he was able to fight his programming. Hunter was still shocked, but he didn’t want to pry into the relationship you had by asking questions and inquiries about how the two of you ended up in each other’s arms in the first place. Maybe one day he would find answers.

The tubes docked the platform and Crosshair shook you awake gently, kissing your temple and rubbing your hand till your eyes fluttered open and you were forced to leave the tube that had suddenly become so comfortable to sleep in. Crosshair helped you out by holding your hand when you stepped across the water that separated the tube from the platform.

You could see the Marauder’s wings, standing proud and gallantly as it awaited its crew to board. As you reached the top of the platform, you looked to Omega who ran up to you and wrapped her arms around your waist. Overwhelmed, you whisked her up from the ground and held her tight. The both of you started crying, but you comforted her cries through your own and kissed the top of her head like a loving mother would to her own child.

The two of you looked out at the horizon which displayed what once was Tipoca city, up in clouds of black smoke and the buildings sunk to the ocean floor.

You thought of your time there; your old office, the dining halls, the gymnasiums and training facilities. All of it was nothing but a memory now.

You set Omega down on her feet so she could take in what had happened on her own, you thought it would be best if you gave her some alone time. She needed to process it herself.

“It’s all… gone” She sighed out in disbelief, staring silently at the destroyed city which was once her home.

“We should leave before the Empires scouts show up,” Tech spoke, tearing the tension with his sudden information. You turned to look at him and the rest who all exchanged glances until Wrecker turned to Crosshair and pursed his lips.

“You coming with us?” The brute sounded reluctant as he asked his former brother, who had his arms crossed and a stern expression on his face. You turned to look at Crosshair with an almost pleading expression, your heart barely able to comprehend what was going on as he answered.

“None of this changes anything,” Crosshair spoke with his same monotone voice.

“You offered us a chance, Crosshair. This is yours” Hunter sounded as though he genuinely wanted Cross to join them again, but you could tell by the look on Crosshairs face that he might not he so lucky.

“I made my decision,” Cross replied. You felt a tear slip down your cheek as you watched their exchange play out, hands trembling at your sides as you watched him with such sorrow.

“We want different things, Crosshair. That doesn’t mean that we have to be enemies,” Hunter was honest with his word and you could sense his emotions through the force. It was a cluster of emotions from every member of the batch surrounding you, even Omega.

Crosshair didn’t respond this time, he only turned away and looked back at Tipoca city with an expression you couldn’t define.

The members of clone force 99 took their leave, heading for the entrance of the Havoc Marauder and letting you and Omega bid your farewells. She turned around, tearing her gaze from her old home and running to the ship where Hunter waited for her, and you. But halfway, she stopped and turned to Crosshair who sensed her attention towards him.

“What?” He glared.

“Thank you for saving AZI” Omega sniffed.

“Consider us even” The sharp shooter regarded her, and in a couple of seconds she was back to running up to Hunter and in the cockpit where she felt safest. Hunter left the door open for you for a bit longer, knowing you needed time to process what was going on.

You teared up in your spot, your hands flying up to wipe your face as you felt a sob bubbling up in your chest. You didn’t want to say goodbye. The ache in your chest only grew stronger as you felt two hands cup your cheeks and tilt your head up. Crosshair looked down at you with a sad expression, his own hands trembling as he wiped the tears away from your face and gave you a reassuring smile.

“You can’t stay” He whispered, knowing fine well the Empire would kill you if they found out you were still alive and beside him on the platform.

“I don’t want to go” Your words were distorted with voice cracks and a harsh lump in your throat. You shook your head in his hands but he hushed your cries and kissed your head.

“We’ll find each other again, we always do, and we always will” A tear fled his eye as he stroked your cheeks with his thumbs and felt his own lip quiver. You nodded your head slowly and sniffled, your own hands flying up to cup his face and look up at him through teary eyes.

The both of you leaned in slowly and captured each other’s lips in a soft, delicate kiss. One the two of you had longed for the moment you fell in love with each other. Crosshair moved his hands to cradle your head and kiss you deeper, and you couldn’t help but smile against his lips as he held you with such softness. The kiss only lasted a few seconds, but it sent off fireworks in your head. It was everything you wanted, and everything you hoped for. You just wish it wasn’t under such unfortunate circumstances.

The two of you pulled away as you heard the engines of the Marauder start up, signalling it was time to go. You brought Crosshair in for a bone crushing hug and let tears fall into his armour as you rest your head on his shoulder.

“I love you, forever and always, and I’ll never stop” You told him.

“I’ll love you till my last breath, and I’ll find you again, now go” Crosshair pushed you back softly and encouraged you to hurry and board the Marauder before it took off. You waved to him the whole time you were running to the flight of stairs that lead into the ship, stumbling slightly as you finally walked up the ramp and turned back to give him one final look. Crosshair was smiling for you, and waved his hand in the air until the ship hovered in the air and the door finally closed over, marking that the last time you might ever see him.

You stared at the door of the ship for a few minutes after takeoff, still trying to comprehend what just happened as you wiped your face and cleared your throat. Omega was by your side in an instant, looking up at you and noticing how heartbroken you appeared to be. But she took your hand and dragged you to the cockpit where Tech and Echo were seated. They both regarded you silently as you stood between them both and watched as the sky transitioned from light to dark in the matter of a few seconds.

“Have you ever been in hyperspace?” Omega asked.

“I have, but i can’t remember the last time I was” You murmured, your voice weak and barely audible but it was enough for Omega to understand.

“You will see him again” Omega smiled as she wrapped her arms around your waist. You felt a spark of happiness float in your stomach at her hopeful words. The two of you watched the sky slowly stretch into thick white and blue lines, signifying the start of hyperspace, and at that moment you felt calmer.

“I hope so kid… I hope so” You ruffled her hair and looked out at the beautiful shades of blue from beyond the front of the ship, hoping that what she said was right.

Maybe one day in the galaxy, sometime soon or sometime later, you might be able to see him again.

Hopefully one day, after the war’s over, and maybe then you’ll feel truly happy. By his side till the end of time.

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[falcor-thee-luck-dragon]

Bound By Blood - Geralt of Rivia x (f)reader - Part 2

Summary: Geralt has learned of a mysterious witch and her supposed vicious familiar, now he must hunt to bring them down for their crimes.

Warning: blood & gore, angst, bit o fluff, things getting chaotic

Masterlist if yall are interested - you’ll find part 1 there

After an admittedly pleasant couple hours of greatly appreciated morning sex, the two of you are finally up and dressed for the days new adventure into the closest village which is about four miles southeast. Luckily for you, your man has a horse which is very fortunate when trekking through snow.

It only takes an hour or so to finally reach the small village of Thurn that’s located just below huge towering mountains that practically touch the sky. Snow covers the land just as expected though the market place is mussed up with mud and dirt from busy travelers and townsfolk alike.

Considering this place is surrounded by a great thick forest and there’s only one trail leading into it, and it’s not part of the main road, you can’t help but still feel apprehensive about who you may meet even with your Witcher by your side. No one knows who or what you are, and it appears that no one seems to care either, although you do notice how some glare in your direction. It’s not you, calm down, you try and convince yourself.

Geralt reassures you it’s only him that they’re keeping a wary eye on, and by the way he gives you a warm smile you believe him and do your best to forget the strange looks here and there. You’re safe with him, this place is away from the main road and there’s no way a single soldier would be here.

Standing on a building corner while facing the marketplace, you watch as Geralt pays for some dried fish and a fluffy loaf of warm bread. So far your nerves have calmed, though you keep a keen gaze on every opening into the great marketplace in case something or someone was to try and harm him or even you for that matter. You have killed many soldiers after all, not to mention the bear.

Suddenly a hand lays itself onto your shoulder when you’re not paying attention causing you to jump back and just about knock Geralt out with your fist. He barely manages to dodge it when you quickly reel back in shock, not expecting it to be him.

He chuckles lightly, “Just me.”

Rolling your eyes you smile fondly up at him, “Sorry...um, reflexes eh.” You mutter with a breathy laugh.

“Guess you were right about being dangerous after all.” He muses, making light of your slight embarrassment.

Taking the bread from his hand you playfully scoff, “Well then again, maybe not touch a woman before she knows who you are? Next time I might accidentally rip your throat out and you’d never see it coming.” You add while tearing off a piece of bread and popping it into your mouth.

Taking a small chunk himself, Geralt hums, “Wise words, I’ll keep that in mind next time.” Before biting into the bread, as you study his face you can’t help but notice how he appears to be fully enjoying your little makeshift breakfast. 

Suddenly a flash of sunlight rickashays off of something metal catching your sight in the morning light, just about blinding you for a small moment. You blink, eyes darting to a market stall that’s filled with meats. Where two soldiers dressed in black are speaking with the butcher, you freeze, taking Geralt off guard with your new fearful state.

“Y/N what is it?” He whispers as you begin to breath heavily, eyes wide as you watch the Nilfgaardians every move. His grey brows furrow in puzzlement before he turns around to follow your line of sight, only to be met with the backs of two soldiers minding their business.

He can hear how loud your heartbeat has become as it thunders in your chest with rage and building adrenaline, he knows exactly what you want to do next but this is not the place for it. Turing back towards you he sets a cautious hand upon your shoulder, “Not here.” He warns softly.

You keep unflinching, nostrils flared as your fists clench in anger, his hand presses firmer now, “Y/N, not here.” He warns again, with more gumption this time, really meaning it.

Breaking out of your self inflicted trance your eyes shift back up to his golden ones, “It’s too late.” You whisper regretfully, “He’s coming for them.”

“Who is?” Inquires Geralt, unsure of what that could possibly mean.

Letting out a frustrated sigh you look to the slushy hard ground almost in shame, “My companion.......my bear.” You mumble, “I didn’t mean to but he can sense when I need him and now...I can’t...I can’t stop him Geralt.”

The Witcher’s eyes widen in realization, “What will the bear do?”

Bringing your worrisome gaze back up to him you shake your head nervously, “Whatever he wants.”

“Gods, Y/N.”

You cringe, this isn’t going to play out very well for you and Geralt knows it, “I know, fuck I should never have come here! We should have just stayed in bed and starved, let’s just hope he only goes for the soldiers and is satisfied with them.” You exclaim in a hushed tone, pulling Geralt behind a corner and away from any unwanted attention, “No one here will die unless they try and hurt him or me, you understand. We have to lure those fuckers away from the village. Now!”

“Alright then, do you have a plan?” He wonders, not so sure if you’ll be able to get these men away from the village in time.

“Yes.” You sigh begrudgingly, “Though it’s not to late to leave me and ride off into the sunset.”

He gives you a small smile at your attempt to make light of the situation, “I’m not leaving you, though it’s tempting.” He teases before turning serious again.

“My plan is for you to do nothing and I’ll harass those bastards into following me out of here and into the woods before my companion has a chance to find them in town.”

“I’m not just doing nothing.” He protests.

“Yes, yes I know. You’ll be my back up, okay? Now we don’t have time for this just keep close but not too close.” Before he’s able to argue back you’re already gone and halfway across the muddy street with a new fire in your heart that he’s willing to protect with his very life.

Fists clenched in anger you grab a frozen tomato from the stall next to you and without a second thought chuck it right into the back of one of the soldiers helmets with a loud thud. He grunts, whipping around with eyes full of confused aggression, “Now wha?”

Smack! 

Another tomato right into his big ugly face causing him to choke on his words as he stumbles into the guy next to him. Dazed and frustrated he gets to his feet, unsheathing his jagged sword while his friend does the same. “You bitch! I’ll have your head for that you fuckin’ slut!” He cries angrily much to your sick satisfaction.

“Ma’m you have to pay for those.” Mutters the vegetable farmer fearfully, interrupting your sweet moment of anger.

“Shut up.” You snap, turning to glare daggers at the two soldiers. “Call me a slut again and I’ll shove his innards down your throat.”

Glancing at one another they smirk wickedly before charging at you, darting to the right, you sprint for the village entrance and out the giant overhang as they chase you towards the forest where a small group of tired travelers are coming from on a small wagon.

Fuck! Not these people now!

Your feet carry you almost to the safety of the thick evergreens before a thunderous roar is heard huffing and puffing from out of the pines. You fall to the snow just as the great brown bear blunders into the opening, immediately mauling down the closest soldier who gets pummeled into the wet cold earth. He screams in agony as his innards are indeed ripped out, though his cries are muffled when the bear clamps down onto his face, ending anymore unpleasant sounds coming from him.

The family next to you freezes in terror, their horse kicking and rearing at the wagon desperately trying to vacate the situation as her owner tugs on her reigns for dear life. The bear growls at the horse from across the clearing, face dripping crimson as the other soldier slashes the beast across the face with all that he can, still it does little but make a small scar of red on its furry cheek.

You gasp in pain at a stinging sensation on your cheek, however your mind doesn’t have time to weigh on it as the bear tears the man’s throat out with teeth the size of butter knives, claws digging into the soldier’s black armor as he feasts. Soon your companions furry head raises to meet eye to eye with Geralt who’s found his way onto the messy scene.

Your heart beats rapidly as you shake with adrenaline as your Witcher’s golden eyes dance from the large beast in front of him to you who’s behind both of them. Suddenly the bear takes a step forward causing Geralt to step backwards cautiously. Shit!

You move quickly to the creatures side, “Don’t.” You warn firmly, “He’s mine.” The enchanting ember eyes of the familiar meets your stern gaze as he snorts, giving a distinctive nod in understanding just as an arrow thrusts itself into the beasts shoulder.

“No!” You scream in unison with the bears roar of pain as a sharp stinging races it’s way up your arm when he knocks you to the ground, now standing protectively in front of you like a shield of steel. Geralt quickly turns around to find half a dozen more Nilfgaardian soldiers racing out from the village, one drawing another arrow as they ready a charge.

From behind the bears legs you can see what terror awaits, “Geralt!” You cry desperately as his eyes find yours, “Don’t let them hurt him!”

Heeding to your command, your brave Witcher jumps into action, taking out two soldiers before launching himself at the bowman who’s ready to fire. Your companion moves just as a last arrow plunges into the snowy blood spattered earth right in front of your face. You gasp in shock, staggering to your feet as the men that Geralt couldn’t stop attempt to take down your bear with their swords and shields.

Failing miserably they fall to the beasts paw one by one as you watch in relief, then to your great annoyance and admittedly slight fear does a lone man charge for you. One who’s been able to slip past the defenses, you reach down and take a fistful of snow before throwing it into his face, taking him off guard as you race for the wagon.

“Hand me a weapon!” You shout, “Quickly now if you want your children to live!” The terrified father keeps stiff and silent as his wife throws you a shovel of all things. Turning around you clash wood with steel, the soldier grunts as you kick his feet from out under him. Falling to the earth you quickly swing the rusted shovel around before harshly cutting right through his exposed neck in one clean motion.

His eyes gloss over as you pull the makeshift weapon from his bleeding neck, grimacing in disgust as you drop the shovel to the ground. Not feeling keen on witnessing the reactions of the family from behind you, instead your head stays forward as you walk away towards Geralt.

“Y/N! Are you hurt.” Rushes Geralt worriedly as he jogs over to your disheveled side, eyes all over you in case you really are wounded.

You nod, waving him off, “I’m fine, fine...I promise.”

He smiles, grateful to know you’re alright and uninjured, “Good. We need to leave.”

“I know, come on let’s find your hors..arh ahh fuck...” You scream in pain falling to your knees in the wet snow, Geralt catches you as your eyes darken in anger, two black pupils glaring furiously away from him. “No!” You shout, “Don’t hurt him!”

Turning his head to follow your pained gaze, he’s surprised to find some idiotic villagers as they throw rocks and other shitty weaponry at the roaring beast, “Stop it he’ll kill you!” You shout even louder now as he holds you back. Your familiar grunts and growls in protest as the men push him back farther into the woods, though they don’t stop, idiotically they follow. 

“Let me go!” You snap at Geralt angrily as he holds you tight, “Geralt!”

“Y/N he’s a bear what are we supposed to do now, he cut through those trained soldiers like they were nothing, I’m not having you get anymore roughed up then you already are.” Pleads Geralt. No you idiot they cannot kill him!

Eyes darkening in rage you break from his tight grasp and shove him to the ground before grabbing his fallen sword and racing towards the stupid villagers who are disappearing into the forest, the roars of your companion sounding painfully throughout the woods.

“Y/N!” He shouts after you, still you ignore him, to focused on tearing into the woods with determination clear in your heart. Soon enough you find the men in a snowy meadow among the great timber, makeshift weapons pointing dangerously at the bear who’s now standing his ground. 

“Get back!” You shout as they shove their sticks into the bears face that’s not even ten feet from them. “Don’t!”

The bear growls a fearsome roar of protest and pain as it backs up closer to the tree line while the villagers press closer and closer with their steel and wood, shouting insults as they go.

“Stop it he could rip your throats out you fools! Stop-ah..ouch fuck.” You seethe through clenched teeth as one of them knocks you to the ground with his garden hoe. He chuckles maliciously, eyeing you grossly as he holds up the tool readying for another hit.

“This your beasty, huh?” Taunts the dirty man with a smug grin just as your fearsome bear races to your aid with a new found purpose. He throws men that stand in his way before slashing open the mans stomach, entrails slipping out right before your vary eyes.

“Fuck.” You mutter before all hell breaks loose, more of the village men try and take down the bear but it’s no use, he slashes and tears at them, causing most to flee in terror back through the woods and eventually into the village.

“Stop! You’ve done enough for me! It’s time to go now, leave!” Is lost on the wind as the beast mauls down another man. Soon warm arms pull you from the ground and into a strong chest as your Witcher pleads for you to fall back. “Geralt no! I have to make him leave this place, he’ll kill all who try and harm him!”

“Y/N your bear is murdering innocents, this has to end now!” He exclaims while holding you close though he’s just making you more frustrated. No one is innocent.

“What are you implying?” You snap at him, dreading what he’s about to say next as you hold his arms against your chest.

“Y/N.” He whispers almost regretfully, face pressed against your cheek, “We have to kill him, it’s the only way to stop this slaughter from continuing.”

Elbowing him in the stomach you shove him from your side, face a mask of anguish and fear, “I can’t Geralt!” You exclaim loudly, “Fuck, there are just some things you don’t know about me yet! Dammit this is all wrong!”

He gives you a deep frown as he studies your face, confusion clear on his handsome features, “Y/N we have no choice.”

“There is always a choice!” Your voice is strong as you shout at him, he huffs in frustration at your outburst, clearly he doesn’t know why the bear cannot die. Y/N just tell him, he trusts you. Eyes softening you swallow thickly while touching your sore shoulder, “You don’t understand.”

Staring at you desperately, his face and hair undoubtedly a mess of dirt and blood, he looks to you now with deep confusion, “What do you mean?”

Breathing a heavy sigh you look down at the palm of your hand that’s still covered in bandages, “You can’t kill it, that creature is bound to me by an unbreakable link..”

“What?” He wonders, grey brows furrowing in puzzlement at your strange half explanation, “What does that mean Y/N?”

Your gaze falls to the snow covered earth then over to the beast that’s now decided to head for the woods, leaving a trail of bloody paw prints in the snow, no men left alive in it’s wake.

You frown deeply, your features conflicted and almost lost as you find his lingering gaze once more, “It’s complicated.” You begrudgingly mutter, Y/N he trusts you. “Let’s get out of here and I’ll explain everything.”

“Fine, come on.” Urges Geralt as the two of you make haste for the woods where Roach is waiting patiently.

The ride back is deathly silent, a new tension filling the small atmosphere around the two of you as you sit quietly in front of him. He doesn’t further press you for anything until he’s made it back to the secluded old cabin where he clicks his tongue to stop Roach. Boots hit the snow as Geralt looks up to you now, you nod lowly and let him help you down though you don’t truly need it, he ties off Roach before following you into the warmth of the small house.

As soon as you stand in front of the dying fire do your eyes fill with unshed tears while you bite your lip anxiously. Geralt’s gentle gaze falls onto your form as he steps closely in front of you, reaching his hands up to carefully clasp his hands with yours, “Tell me why this bear is so special to you, please Y/N?” He quietly asks.

Blinking the tears away you rest a hand onto your wounded shoulder that’s left a red mark through your shirt, though still letting him hold the other one. “That beast is my twin brother Geralt.” His brows raise in surprise still he keeps silent as you continue, “I don’t understand it myself, and neither does he. But ever since we came into this world something has linked our very souls and vessels together so that if one of us is hurt, the other feels it too.”

Blinking hard, the Witcher’s brows furrow even deeper now, “That’s your brother.” He repeats, trying to wrap his head around the whole thing as he starts to connect the dots, “Is this why your hand is hurt and your shoulder is wounded?”

You sigh, tilting your head up to fully look at him, “Yes. When you cut his paw it cut me too, then earlier when that damn archer shot him in the shoulder I felt everything.”

“I could tell you looked in pain, and your cheek.” He brings a hand up to gently caress your cheek, “A fresh scar. I did wonder how that happened.”

“It’s a quick pain, still hurts of course. But it’s something I have always lived with, and it’s something mages would be very inclined to study so you mustn’t tell a soul.” You affirmed through pleading eyes as you suddenly pull apart from his grasp when a jolting pain hits you on the temple unexpectedly. “Fuck, what the hell?”

Geralt’s at your side in an instant, “Y/N you’re bleeding.” Worries your Witcher as he grabs a spare cloth and applies it to your head. “Will you be okay?”

“Yes, it’s a simple cut. My brothers thick skull is to thank for that. Dammit if I could only find him.”

“Couldn’t you through some twin bond like you said, maybe that would work?” He suggests.

“Ah shit, fuck...okay yes there is another way...but please don’t look at me differently when I tell you. This is the last secret I promise.”

“Nothing is stranger then this twin link, tell me Y/N I trust you.”

Giving him a kind apprehensive smile do you nod, “My brother isn’t the only one who can change form, I can too. Difference is....I’m a wolf.”

Your heart beats with fear as Geralt begins to chuckle much to your confusion, “A wolf huh? Of course you’re a wolf, I’ve heard this could be destiny of some kind. Do you believe in that horseshit?”

You let out a humorous breath, “Well, I’m a skin-changer and if my twin gets hurt so do I. So...uh....I’m not exactly one to not question what weird shit destiny has in store for me, I mean look, I’m with a Witcher and he hasn’t killed me yet.”

Geralt’s hums, golden eyes shinning bright down at you, “And I don’t ever plan on it.” Oh, Geralt.

He smiles fondly at you though you begin to frown, “Well that’s just it huh, my brother has taken bear form for a while now, he won’t want to come back. And those villagers saw me with him, they’ll know...they’ll hunt for us. Geralt I can’t have him hurt anyone else...but what can I do? There’s only one way to truly reason with him....but I’m afraid.”

“Why? What would happen?” Worries your Witcher.

Your eyes briefly drop to the floor before they shift back up to Geralt, “I must take my beast form to speak with him, he understands me as I am now...it’s just, well I can’t really understand him as a bear.”

“Then we’ll find him.” Mutters Geralt reassuringly, causing a tiny smile to appear on your face, “Together.”

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

This isn’t a direct continuation of Vision!Reader— that’ll come at a later date. It’s actually based off one of my core memories :,) so now it’ll be a core memory for Reader, too. It’s my favorite memory bc it’s how I met my best friend and I always love talking about it

—🍄—

Your paint brush is gone. And along with it, your motivation. Each elegant stroke of the brush took a handful of motivation with it.

Despite the artwork practically being done, you haven’t signed it off with a signature. Zhongli refuses to accept such work on this prized fan without the artist’s mark.

“I don’t need a paint brush, technically,” you mumble before looking around the room.

The funeral consultant was so kind to let you stay within the funeral parlor for this. More specifically, in a quiet room and away from possible distractions. Which you appreciate beyond relief.

“Maybe I could ask for an item?” You tilt your head before nodding and raising your voice just a little, hand grabbing the knob. “Zhongli, can I—“

“— oh, you’re not Zhongli.”

Yeah, no shit. He’s a tall walking encyclopedia funeral consultant. You’re just someone who he knew.

The male’s smile brightens considerably. Even if you aren’t Zhongli, it’s still someone who can help him out! With what? Well—

The bag crinkles in his hands as he offer it to you.

“Want a piece?”

“Wh—“ you stare at the sour dough bread.

“I wanted to ask Zhongli but, honestly, anyone is okay.”

“… I— I mean…” you did skip lunch by accident. “Ugh— I suppose if I haven’t flirted with death, I haven’t truly lived. Alright, I’ll take some.”

He snorts at that as you tear a piece off. Awkwardly do you invite him into the formerly silent room… and thus, a chaotic conversation ensues.

“I could probably fight god and win.”

You choke on the bread, “please do not fight divine beings with more power in their pinky than in your entire 6’1” being.”

“I’m not saying I’d actually do it.”

You give him a look as he lounges on the chair with a playful grin.

“Childe, by the way.”

“You’ve gotta be joking. Your name fits your character.”

He feigns offense with a dramatic gasp. Even so, mirthful joy twinkles in his eyes as you give a small laugh with a smile.

“And why won’t this fair beauty give me a name? I’ll do anything.”

“Then perish,” you stick your tongue out with a laugh. “… Y/n.”

“Y/n? Hmm, I think I’ve heard that before,” he taps his cheek before snapping his fingers. “I have! Zhongli mentioned your skills in fan painting!”

“Yeah… if only he had the actual money to pay me,” you sulk a bit. Fan painting can be such a menace sometimes.

“Eh, I’ll cover for him,” he grins.

—🍄—

Okay but seriously; I met my best friend in our history class lmao

They sat behind me and was gonna ask me for a pencil (or so he says) and right when they were gonna, I turned around and pulled this whole ass sour dough baguette out of my bag.

I can’t explain why I decided to bring it to class. I just did. I like bread and I happened to have made eye contact w him and offered.

We partook in the bread. Now we’re besties

- 🍄

i cannot tell a lie, this reminds me of a time with my own friends so much- they forced me to watch Cats 2019 and i coped by buying a small loaf of bread and eating the ENTIRE THING during the movie

ANYWAYS THIS IS HILARIOUS- the vibe of you and Childe is so chaotic and wonderful, i love the personality of you both teasing each other back and forth <33 do you learn to make bread after you became friends? yes. yes you did. it's a thing between you now, to partake in bread together!!!

yall are gonna make me fall for normal Childe i swear /lh