to the person who put this in the taglist form:
you should have seen the way my jaw DROPPED. your brain is gigantic, how does it fit in your skull??? this is a wonderful idea. i'm a vader girlie (gender neutral) through and through,, how i never thought of writing for him before, i have no idea omg
i will definitely be adding this to my list. if any of you have ideas/suggestions for a fic (what is this AU even called? dark!anakin x reader? lol) please feel free to drop them in the comments here!
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Dating Pyre
for some reason the ask disappeared from my inbox ;;-;; but luckily i had written it down. this was requested by anon (as a reply to this post):
In that case, I'd love general relationship headcanons with pyre? Just reader being all mushy mushy with him omg
If this doesn't spark any inspiration though, feel free to ignore :))
summary: general relationship headcanons with Pyre
relationship: Commander Pyre x gn!reader
warnings: none
word count: 1.1k
A/N: im so sorry this took forever! iâve been thinking about this ask every single day. i hoped that doing some good olâ bullet list headcanons could get me back into writing, and i think it worked :D thank you sm for the request and the patience dear anon! hope you like it<3
(english is not my first language. constructive criticism and grammar corrections are very appreciated!)
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Pyre likes to be in control.
Heâs protective without being smothering.
He does have a reputation to uphold to after all, being a commander and everything
so PDA is off the table.
Any flirty comments and intimate moments are reserved for behind closed doors.
If youâre a civilian, he just straight up hires you so you can go with him wherever heâs deployed. You end up being his assistant, secretary or get a job at the hangar if youâre anything adjacent to engineering.
If youâre enlisted as a stormtrooper, he makes sure youâre always in his assigned squadron.
He definitely uses his position to make things easier for you if anything happens.
Youâre not feeling well? Heâs literally your boss, and you also share a bed, so he brings you tea and lets you sleep in.
Someone treats you unjustly? Theyâre getting a scolding from the commander before their shift ends.
You complain about it being a little cold in your office because the heater broke down and they havenât sent anyone to fix it yet? Itâs not only fixed by the next rotation, you also get an apology letter from the maintenance department.Â
All these gestures to accommodate you donât come without consequences, though; he might have received a warning or two from his superiors after pulling something which was evidently in your favour.
You keep telling him to treat you like all other employees, but he just canât help it. He wants you to be safe and comfortable.
Which really stems from a deep fear of you leaving him.
Pyre isnât necessarily emotionally constipated or unavailable, but he has trouble processing Big Feelings sometimes, especially when youâre nearby.
Heâs scared heâll lash out at you and take out his anger on you when a mission went badly, or when heâs having a bad day, and that youâll be scared of him or even disgusted by him.
So before he gets to his quarters in the evening, heâll try to let off all the pent-up steam; be it more proactively through physical exercises, or sometimes by lashing out at the poor stormtrooper that happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. He also may or may not have put a few mouse droids out of commission.
Since he does all this when youâre not around, it takes you some time to not only come to know of his actions, but even more to figure out whatâs happening.
Once you sit him down to assure him that heâs allowed to have bad days and be frustrated and angry, and that youâre not going to think less of him because of it, he learns to deal with it better.
If it isnât regarding any confidential missions, he might actually seek out your advice on how to deal with things, and youâre more than happy to help.
Once the doors are closed and the helmet comes off, though, itâs like heâs a different man.
When you sleep, he clings onto you.
He loves to wind down by sitting down on the floor between your legs with his back to you as you sit on the couch, his head resting on one of your thighs as you run your fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp. You tell him about your day while you do this. He sits there with his eyes closed and letting out the occasional grunt or sigh, but be assured heâs listening intently, mentally making notes here and there to ask you about later on.
Pyre is very thorough with the upkeep of his golden armour and equipment, and youâre the only one allowed to clean his helmet and blaster in the rare occasion heâs unable to do it himself.
As for pet names, if youâre into that, I think heâd call you sweetheart or darling. You mostly stick to his first name since youâre one of the very few who even knows it, but you like to call him Commander Tin Can when you tease him.
Heâs also very attentive to your physical needs, and quickly picked up on your cues for hunger, sleep, etc. Sometimes it seems like he knows what you want even before you realise yourself.
As for himself, it took a while for you to learn how to read him. When in commander mode, heâs quite stoic and distant. But the moment itâs just the two of you, he relaxes. Itâs subtle, but you learned to read his body language, and now you also notice when he comes home stiff or upset.
Once you both learn how to communicate properly, your arguments drop to basically zero.
Every now and then though, just to get a reaction out of him, youâll place a kiss on the visor of his helmet after heâs done cleaning and polishing it; a little surprise for him to find the next morning. Itâs always fun to see his conflict as he feels bad for wiping it away, but heâs also a bit rattled at the sight of his helmet not being spotless like he left it. Heâd always walk up to you and tell you that âif you wanted to kiss him so badly, then you should do it properly insteadâ, right before pinning you to the wall and taking his sweet time with you.
All in all, Pyre is a pretty solid partner, always looking out for you. Of course, you try your best to return the favour, which mostly comes in the shape of words of reassurance and soft caresses.
One sure way to disarm him completely when youâre both in bed and he canât sleep, is by placing kiss after kiss all over his face. The way he sighs and melts into your touch is intoxicating.
One time you were in the hangar talking to Pyre, talking something over before he leaves on a shuttle. Once you were done and he was about to turn around to go up the ramp to the ship, you said your goodbyes and a âtake care, I love youâ slipped out right as two stormtroopers were walking past you two with some crates. All four of you froze on the spot; it wasnât a secret that you and the commander were a thing, but Pyre had made it clear from the start that he wouldnât want this kind of interactions to reach prying ears or eyes. It was your first and only slip-up, so you were unsure of how he would react, and what to do. One of the troopers cleared their throat and carried on as if nothing had happened, the other one following suit. Once they were out of earshot, you were about to apologise to him, but with his visor cast down to the floor, he wordlessly took your hand in his and gave it a squeeze before effectively turning around and boarding the ship. Unbeknownst to you, that man was sporting a violent blush underneath the helmet.
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I just need you to know I had no interest in inquisitor cal but decided to read Underneath and as soon as I was done I looked for more and was so stoked to get Warmth and please if you ever get the urge to write more, either for that pairing or a new inq cal, then please do bc omg i loved them so much, they're sooo well written and Cal still feels fairly in character (despite obviously being an inq) and just, ugh so gooood!!!
waah thank you so much for your kind words! it means a lot <3 i currently have several inq!cal fics in the works actually,, so please look forwards to those. writing is very slow at the moment because of uni and a new hyperfixation (helldivers 2 lol) that are taking up most of my time, but once the hype dies down a little and i settle into a routine with my lectures, i plan on posting more regularly :'D
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â Masterlist: Expanded Blorbo Universe (miscellaneous)
â please check the request status & rules in my pinned post before requesting!
âą last updated: mar 25, 2024
đž : fluff
âĄïž : angst
đ„ : angst & comfort
»»» Palia «««
đ Reth (# reth x reader)
đž dinner disaster: after some flirting, Reth finally asks reader out for dinner, but it doesnât go as planned (part 2 currently wip)
other fandoms i'm interested in writing for, but haven't found the inspo/right prompt yet (feel free to send ideas for these any time):
Helldivers II
Lethal Company
Arcane (mainly for Ekko and Scar (the bat guy))
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Hiya, this may be completely random but I was just going through some old fics of mine and noticed a comment you left. I'm so honoured that my fic led to you writing your own. That's insanely cool! I've just read some of your works and they're really good, keep up with the fun stuff!
milky in my inbox omg! sorry it took a while to answer but this really means a lot coming from you đ„ș thank you!! <3
for anyone wondering, it's this rise!Leo X reader fic that i still think about pretty often ahahah
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"why would you take yourself away when all people do is look for you" bro??? AB out here dropping insane (positive) lines once again. just-- damn
just refreshed an AO3 page and four fics were deleted from the fandom đ who were you?? why would you take yourself away when all people do is look for you?? who led you to believe your content wasn't good enough??? I will throw hands.
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unrelated to anything but i want you all to know that the moment i get my grubby little hands on star wars outlaws, i will write for nd-5 and there's no stopping me
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Dinner Disaster
summary: after some flirting, reth finally asks reader out for dinner, but it doesnât go as planned (follows the dinner disaster quest)
relationship: Reth x gn!reader
warnings: spoilers for Rethâs backstory and interactions, smooching
word count: 5.1kÂ
A/N: literally no one asked for this but this game is consuming my very being to a molecular level, and this man is a big reason iâm obsessed. btw if any of you play palia or are interested in playing, hmu and we can add each other lol this is set some time after the flirting starts, after reader gets involved in his uh, side business. this is more or less how the quest played out in my head so, yeah, enjoy~
(english is not my first language. constructive criticism and grammar corrections are very appreciated!)
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Since you developed a real green thumb, to the delight and pride of Badruu, you have some extra apples from your tree that you donât know what to do with. So, as with most of your garden surplus, you decide to bring them to Reth, who will surely find a good use for the produce.
You spot the freckled Majiri behind the bar when you enter the Inn, thinking that heâd probably make an apple pie with the fruit, and that youâd surely get a slice. Your mouth waters at the thought. You wonder when the cook will teach you the recipe; maybe you should ask him.Â
Rethâs working the register, finishing some transaction with another human customer, when you place the wooden crate of apples on the bar, and proceed to take a seat on the stool you usually occupy when you visit him at the Inn. Reth gives the apples a curious glance, and talks to you over his shoulder as he hands the customer some change.
âThanks, babe,â he says without thinking, and you both freeze at his words, as does the human who just paid for a recipe. They shoot you a quick look with raised brows, then silently turn on their heels and walk out of the Inn. Reth slowly turns to you.Â
âSorry, that kinda slipped out,â he says sheepishly, unable to meet your eyes. âAre we at the babe status yet?â
To be honest, if he had asked you first, you probably would have said no. Itâs not your favourite pet name, and he could surely come up with something better. He often calls you sweet tooth, which youâve actually come to like a lot. But hearing him call you âbabeâ so matter-of-factly out of nowhere⊠Youâre surprised to realise that you actually like how it sounded, how it sounds coming from him.
âI mean⊠If you want to be,â you answer after a moment, deciding to tease him a little. âSure thing, babe.â
Except that it backfires and it ends with both of your faces burning up, which he tries to play off by clearing his throat.Â
âYeah, Iâll still have to get used to it, too,â you chuckle, bringing a hand to your face in an attempt to cover up how flustered you got. âBut I like it when you say it.â
âNoted,â he replies, then looks around the Inn to see if someone else will approach the register. As thereâs no one else, he fully faces you, leaning slightly over the bar. âSay, what are you up to today?â
âOh you know, the usual,â you reply, starting to count on your fingers. âHunting, fishing, foraging. Then tending to the vegetable garden. I also need to craft a new chair. Why?â
âA-are you busy later tonight?â
You prop yourself up on your elbow and give him a lopsided smile.Â
âIâm never too busy for you,â you offer, and he smiles amusedly at your answer. âYou have anything in mind?â
âI was thinking we could have dinner. At your place, maybe?â he asks. âIâll take care of the food and everything. You just have to show up.â
Up until now, no one has actually visited your house. Sure, you upgraded from your first precarious tent to a proper building, and the Majiri came by every so often to say hi or bring you something, but no one has actually gone into your house. And for some reason the thought of Reth not only being at your place but also being the first one to do so, it makes you a bit nervous⊠but in a good way.
You realise that heâs still looking at you waiting for an answer, fidgeting with a loose nail on the wooden crate still on the bar.Â
âIâd love that, actually,â you reply.
âGreat!â He looks actually relieved. As if I would have said no to you asking me out, you think, smiling to yourself. Heâs so innocent sometimes. Reth takes the crate and shoves it under the bar somewhere.Â
âThen letâs say around 6pm?â he proposes.
âSounds good,â you agree with a nod.Â
Ashura enters the Inn, giving you a warm smile and a wave from afar as he spots you. Given that itâs his boss and you shouldnât be distracting Reth from work, you take it as your cue to leave.
âSee you later then,â you say in a low voice so Ashura canât hear you.
âDonât miss me too much,â Reth gives you his usual goodbye. He winks at you and you merely roll your eyes as you turn to exit the place. And just in time, so he canât see your flustered face. You canât remember when exactly the winking started, but it never fails to make you weak in the knees.
Once down at the plaza, you refocus on your tasks for the day, mentally making a list of the things to buy, resources to mine and places to go. Then you head for your first stop with a spring in your step. Tonight canât come quickly enough.
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You come home with a backpack full to the brim of crabs, plants, stones and other goodies. As you set down your things on the grass with a grunt from the weight, you see your palcat coming out of the house to greet you.
âHey there,â you say, crouching down to scratch her head. She purrs and meows happily. You recently got this companion, and itâs been nice having someone at home to come back to. She often accompanies you when you go out as well, but this morning she was feeling especially lazy and cosy so she stayed in bed. You walk to your storage crate, starting to put everything away, and your cat looks at you with a light tilt to the head as you tell her about your day.
âOh and actually,â you finish your retelling with the big news. âWeâre having a visitor today.â
âMreow?â
âYeah, him⊠So you have to be on your best behaviour, you hear me?â you tell your cat with an accusing finger pointing at her. âWe have to make a good impression. If youâre good, you can have lots of treats later, okay?â
She meows again, and you like to think she just agreed; bribes with food always work, after all.
Thereâs still some time until six, so you tend to your garden, clean yourself and change into a new set of clothes, the nicer one. Itâs the only one you own, and it was a gift from Jel. In fact, all the clothing you have was given to you by him in some way or another. You make a mental note to prepare a gift for him for helping you out so much.
Next to your house thereâs a nice spot among the trees, near the pond, where you can hear the trickling of water. You grab a big blanket and a lantern, and set everything up for a picnic corner. Even if whatever Reth brought was more of a âplates and cutlery at the tableâ kind of meal, you could still come out here after and look at the stars a bit. Then, maybe youâll find the courage to make a proper move on him⊠You imagine the both of you sitting on the blanket, illuminated only by the warm glow of a candle and the gentle moonlight, you take his hand, he leans in, andâŠÂ
You mentally slap yourself to get rid of those thoughts, cheeks ablaze. Letâs not get ahead of ourselves, you reprimand yourself. He may be a bit of a flirt at times, but Reth doesnât strike you as the type of person to take such feelings lightly. So you have to make sure that he even is into you in the first place. Like actually into you. Suddenly your whole mental scenario shifts, and as you take his hand, he pulls away, disgusted. But wait. Dinner was his idea. He even called you âbabeâ. Surely he must have some interest, right? Youâre not just⊠a side piece?Â
Before you can spiral down further, you hear your name being called, although itâs not the voice you were expecting; this one is higher and has a slight lisp. You turn around to find Auni by the gate to your yard. You jog up to where he stands, smiling curiously. Sure, he delivers the mail twice a day, but usually you just find the letters in your mailbox as if they magically appeared; you never saw him actually deliver anything. You wonder if he has a new cool bug to show you.
âHey Auni!â you greet the boy as you approach him.Â
âHi, I have a delivery for you,â he announces, holding out something for you to take.
âOh, what is it?â
âReth paid me in cakes to have this brought to you asap, said it was really important.â
âOh?âÂ
You take the letter from him with a thanks, and he says his goodbyes. Why would Reth send a letter when heâs supposed to show up himself? Maybe itâs a treasure hunt kinda thing?Â
You open the folded piece of paper, which isnât even in an envelope, recognising Rethâs handwriting, but itâs even messier and more hurried than usual. The curious smile on your face disappears, your brows furrowing as you read.
Hey, I feel like a HUGE jerk for doing this, but I have to cancel our plans tonight. Something came up that I canât ignore. Next time we see each other I promise Iâll explain.
- Reth
It feels like your whole body suddenly runs cold, and your hands drop to your sides, your eyes looking ahead at nothing in particular.
Your cat, who had poked her head out the door when she heard Auni, seems to sense the shift in you and approaches, meowing softly, as if asking if everything is okay. You look down at her, and give a light shrug.
âLooks like we wonât have visits after allâŠâ you explain, reading over the letter one more time, then letting out a deep sigh. âLetâs get you something to eat, câmon.â
She seems to know those words, as she immediately stands up and circles around your legs. Following you inside, she waits for you to get the bowl ready, and once you set it on the ground, she happily digs in.
âWell, at least one of us got a nice dinner.â
You stroke once from her head to her long bushy tail, to which she comically lifts her behind, then you decide to turn in for the night and head to bed, not really feeling hungry despite the eventful day.
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The next morning you wake up to the sunlight shining through your window and fully hitting your face; you forgot to close the blinds the night before. With a squint, you look down at the weight you feel on yourself and find your cat curled up on your lap, which gets a sleepy half smile out of you.Â
Picking her up in your arms, you go to close one of the blinds, then make your bed and head to the kitchen for breakfast. You start your routine like normal, having breakfast, taking care of the garden, going through your inventory to check what you need and what you can sell. You take your time, though, not really wanting to head into the village just yet.Â
By the time youâre ready to go, itâs almost noon. Usually youâd be at the inn in the morning to say hi to Reth and chat a bit before starting your day. And while you really donât feel like talking to him after leaving you hanging yesterday, you also know that heâs probably beating himself up about it, even more so if you havenât been seen all morning. So after heaving a deep sigh, in hopes of letting all anger and frustration exit your body, you walk through the gate down into the village. To your surprise and delight, your cat follows this time.
You make your way towards the central plaza, exchanging greetings with those who walk by you, stopping to have a short chat with Chayne, whom you probably donât talk to enough. You make a mental note to remedy that.
Somewhere in your mind though, you know youâre just stalling; you should just get it over with. Reth probably has a good explanation. Besides, you donât want to be mad at him or give him the silent treatment or anything. You miss him, and you do want to see him. Youâre just⊠disappointed.Â
Taking one last deep breath as you stand before the Inn, you look down at your palcat and give her a nod. She meows encouragingly. You walk in through the open door, relieved to find it mostly empty. Thereâs very few people sitting at the tables in the corner, and Ashura isnât at the reception desk.Â
Your eyes find Rethâs behind the bar, and he freezes for a moment. You approach him like you normally would, about to take a seat on your usual stool.
âWait,â he says before youâre able to fully sit down. You merely shoot him a questioning look. He lowers his voice, shooting a quick glance at the people eating at the tables. âLetâs talk in the back.âÂ
Reth scribbles something on a piece of paper and places it next to the till, indicating for you to follow him with a nod of his head. You pat the seat you meant to take while commanding your cat to hop onto it, and she does, so you tell her to stay there and wait. Then as you walk to where he said, you take a quick look at the paper; it reads âback in 5â.
You follow Reth into the back room, and you both come to stand in the farthest corner; since there are two archways but only one has a door, this will have to do to stay away from prying ears and curious eyes. You both talk in hushed voices.
âIâm sorry about yesterday,â he says with a sigh, scratching his neck. He drags his eyes up to meet yours, scared of what he might find. âPlease donât be mad. Are you mad? You can be a little mad. Iâm such a jerkââ
âHey, no need donât say that,â you interrupt him, and you just look at each other in silence for a second. âI mean, Iâm upset, but not in a âmad at youâ way. More in a⊠âI was really looking forward to it and was bummed that you had to cancel at the last minuteâ way.
âI was really looking forward to it too, itâs justâŠâ Reth runs his hand over his face with a groan. âYesterday was kind of a mess.â
âWhat happened?â
âAshura caught me sneaking into the back rooms after hours. I panicked, so I lied and said I was actually planning a party for him, as a thank you. He liked that idea, so he got off my back, but now I actually have to throw him a dinner party with other people.â
You look to the side, unable to stop the scoff that escapes you. But it isnât a mocking or offended scoff, itâs more of an amused sharp exhale.Â
For a moment, you think back to how you kind of ended up roped into his side hustle of smuggling illicit goods (especially Flow and ancient artifacts, which are very illegal), which is why he was sneaking around in the first place. Youâve been covering for him with Ashura and many others for a while now, and while at first it was more of a personal favour, now you're in too deep. Not that you mind, though. If youâre being honest with yourself, it adds a bit of an exhilarating factor to everyday life. Youâre not entirely sure yet about the actual power and meaning of Flow in this society, but it seems to be connected to humans in some way, so youâre at least a little bit interested in it. If you have to investigate and interact with it in secret, then so be it; you also want answers as to what happened to humanity and how you landed here. Besides, itâs one more thing you two can bond over. Literally partners in crime. The thought makes you smile to yourself.
âYouâre kind of bad at this whole criminal thing, you know?â you tell him with a playful grin. âGetting strangers involved, almost being caught by your boss.â
He doesnât seem too amused.Â
âI know, IâmâŠâ his demeanour shifts from annoyed at and with himself to almost shy, and he looks down as he bites the inside of his cheek. âI guess Iâve been distracted lately, is all.â
You hum in response, somewhat intrigued. When his gaze comes back up to meet yours though, eyes filled with yearning, the look he gives you makes your heart skip a beat, and suddenly youâre all too aware of how close youâre standing to each other. You need to wrap this up.
âSo is there anything I can do to help you out?â you ask him.
âWhat? No, you really donât need to. Youâve already saved my hide so many times,â heâs quick to dismiss your question. âBesides, cooking is one of the few things Iâm actually good at, so I got that covered.â
Suddenly he looks like he just thought of something that you could in fact help out with, but he doesnât want to say. You give his upper arm a soft push with your fist.
âCâmon, out with it,â you encourage him with a playful smile.Â
âWellâŠâ His eyes linger for a second where you touched him. âI need to prepare everything, so I canât be out and about actually inviting everyone to the dinner party.â
He takes out a paper from his pocket and hands it to you. You skim over it, seeing a list of names.
âIf you could invite everyone and let me know how many guests will come, I can make sure to cook the right amout.â
âGot it,â you reply with a nod. âIâll ask around and probably send Auni back to let you know. He told me youâre paying him in cakes for special deliveries. Think you can sneak another baking session in today on top of dinner? On my tab.â
âSure thing,â he chuckles, then gets serious again. âAnd hey, I really am sorry. Iâll make it up to you.â
âReth, itâs okay, really,â you say, and heâs so close and he looks so sad, you want to hold his face so badly. In fact, your hand is already going up, but you pull back midway, fidgeting with the collar of your shirt instead. âJust⊠be more careful next time, okay?â
âYeahâŠâ he sighs. âAnd thank you, for the invites. I owe you. Again.âÂ
âYes, you do,â you chuckle. âMaybe I should start charging you with interest.â
He starts patting down his pockets.Â
âI donât have any cash on me at the moment,â he says with a smile, playing along.Â
Your answer comes quicker than you can anticipate and youâre unable to stop your words.Â
âI was thinking more along the lines of kisses maybeâŠâ
Both of you look at each other a bit shocked.
âOh. O-oh,â is all he stammers.
Whatever confidence came over you for you to say that, immediately dissipates as Reth turns several shades of pink darker. The tips of his ears look like they might actually catch fire any moment.
âBut we can talk about payment later,â youâre quick to add, and clear your throat. âIâll uhm, get your invites out. You better start on that food.â
âRight. Yes,â he says stiffly, and you both put some space between each other. âThanks again. And sorry too. Andââ
âReth,â you cut him short again, giving him a reassuring smile. âItâs okay. See you later.â
âB-bye.âÂ
You exit the backroom, calling for your cat, who walks around the bar to find you, and you make a hasty exit through the back, walking down the stairs to your left. As you pass the river, you consider for a moment jumping into the water to cool down. Maybe that would get your heart to slow down again. You fist your shirt over your chest where you can feel the pounding against your ribs.Â
An inquisitive meow from the side gets your attention back, and you look down at your companion, whoâs looking up at you confusedly.
âRight. We have a job to do,â you say and go to take out the paper with the list from your pocket, except that itâs been in your hand the whole time, and itâs now crumpled and slightly damp because of how clammy your hands were. You cringe a bit at that, commanding yourself to calm down at once. Geez, get a grip on yourself, you think.
It takes a while to track Auni down after everyone else, given that heâs always out on his mail route or out and about exploring, probably trying to catch some bugs. When you finally find him, you give him the list of people who plan to atttend Ashuraâs dinner, and send him to Reth to deliver the news with the promise of getting his sticky hands on more cake. This seems to do the trick, and he happily jogs off with the new list stuffed into a side pocket of his gigantic backpack. You look after him as his figure gets smaller and smaller, wondering how heâs even able to carry all that. His equipment is bigger than himself.Â
With a shake of your head, you bring your attention back to your own equipment, and get your bow and arrows ready. Today youâre hunting chapaas; Hassian asked for some meat and fur earlier this week and you havenât been able to deliver yet.Â
â â âÂ
You get back home relatively late, and when you do, the flag on your mailbox is up. Setting down your haul next to it, you get out several letters, looking for a message from Reth. And lo and behold, thereâs one from him, this time properly written and folded into an envelope.Â
He says that in the end everything worked out, to which you sigh in relief. Ashura doesnât suspect a thing apparently, and everyone had a great time. He tells you to meet him at your âprivate spotâ tonight, he has something to give you.Â
You look at the time, then down at yourself; youâre looking pretty shabby after hunting for hours on end, kneeling down in mud and such. So you quickly change into clean clothes, wash your face and prepare food for your loyal cat. As she happily munches away, you grab your jacket and leave again. Nights can get pretty chilly here, youâve learned.Â
It doesnât take long for you to make your way to the inn, given that youâre essentially bee lining for it. Checking that no oneâs following you or sees you enter the inn from the back, you quickly take a left and go down the stairs towards the storage room. Reth gave you the key to it, so you unlock the door and enter, quickly closing it behind you.Â
When you turn around, youâre met with the cook on the other side of the room, stopping whatever he was doing on the table, and he stands up to come and meet you.
âHey sweet tooth, thanks for coming,â he greets you.Â
âHey,â you smile up to him but he looks tense. âIs everything okay? I thought you said the dinner party worked out? â
âNo, it did. Itâs- Itâs not that,â he curses under his breath at himself.Â
âWhat is it then?â
Reth sighs, and you can tell heâs trying to find the right words. So you give him a moment to gather his thoughts, waiting patiently.
âYou know⊠Iâm not used to asking for help,â he starts explaining. âEven as a kid, I wouldn't, and I didn't expect others to help, either. It was always just me and Tish against the world. And now thereâs you.â
His cheeks flush ever so slightly, and you can start to feel yours mirroring his.
âHere you come, busting into my life,â he says with a soft smile, but it quickly vanishes. âAnd even though I keep messing up⊠somehow youâre still here. Youâre not sick of me yet.â
You want to interject, as that âyetâ doesnât sit well with you, but he doesnât let you.
âAnd more than that, you've put yourself on the line for me, more than once. I honestly don't understand why you keep putting up with me but⊠I really do appreciate everything you've done and how much you've helped me out, and Tish as well. But the cartel⊠I- I donât want you to get hurt because of me. And I donât want to scare you off either.â He lets out a shaky breath. âWhatever is going on between us, I donât want to lose this. So let me make it up to you.â
He steps aside to show you whatâs on the table: a container with your favourite food.Â
âAnd I know this is barely enough for everythingââ
âReth, please stop,â you interrupt him before he can spiral further, your voice soft. âIâll take the food, thank you. It looks delicious. But you really donât have to try to make up for any of the, uh, side business stuff. Sure, the dinner didnât work out, but if you say we just have dinner another day, then that is enough for me.â
You step a little closer, your hand tentatively reaching out for his.
âAnd you donât have to worry about scaring me off.â Your voice is nothing more than a whisper now. âI also donât want to lose what we have. Iâm not going anywhere.â
Reth looks down at your hands as he shyly intertwines his fingers with yours, and when his eyes come back up to meet yours, theyâre full of something⊠new. His gaze flickers down to your lips for a second and back up, and you wonder if he can hear your erratic heartbeat. Youâre standing so close to each other right now, it wouldnât take a lot to close the gap.
âThat said, though, about that payment I mentionedâŠâ you trail off.
His jaw clenches, and he looks to the side, pulling back away from you ever so slightly.
âAre you sure about this?â he questions rather bitterly. âAbout me?â
âWhat do you mean?â you ask. He sighs, eyes cast down at the floor.
âPeople will talk. They probably already are. With my reputation and all⊠I strayed from my Path. Most days Iâm convinced people donât even like my soup. Iâm nothing more than a scoundrel.â
Your free hand comes up to gingerly hold his chin and turn his face to make him look at you.
âFirst of all, I donât care what people say,â you start refuting his arguments. âMaybe I still donât understand Majiri tradition, but I think you should be free to choose your own path with no expectations, and change it if you find it doesnât suit you. And I like your soup. Also, I think being a scoundrel is part of your charm. Is that a bad thing?â
He doesnât reply immediately, and when he does, his voice is so small you almost miss it.Â
âYouâre too good for me.â
You pull back slightly to fully look at him, and it breaks your heart a little how earnestly he means that. So you let go of his hand and hug his torso instead, burying your face into the crook of his neck.
âI donât know what happened that makes you think that, but I will try my best to show you how wrong you are. You deserve good things, Reth. Whatever it is you want, youâre allowed to pursue it.â
He hugs you back, tightly, so you place a kiss to the only place you can reach, which is his jawline just below his ear. You feel him tremble, but if itâs from relief, anticipation or something else, you canât tell.
âRight now what I want is you,â he says after a moment.Â
âThen what are you waiting for.â
Reth lets go only enough for you to come back face to face with him, and he doesnât waste a second to capture your lips with his. At first itâs shy, new, a sequence of soft pecks, testing the waters. When your hands travel up his chest to cup his face, he relaxes a bit more, kissing you more confidently. His hands slip underneath your open jacket, holding onto your waist and pulling you to him.Â
His kisses grow more intense, hungrier, and his tongue finds its way to yours. You canât help the low moan that escapes you when he presses you further into him, and he practically swallows it.Â
As he takes a step forward, you take one backwards, then another and another, until your back hits the door, and youâre being squished between the rough wooden surface and Rethâs body trying to get impossibly close to yours. The impact makes you grunt, and he responds with something between a sigh and a growl, moving away from your lips to attack your neck. You welcome the break to take a breather, panting, and you remember something.
âWait,â you say between breaths, and immediately Reth stops his soft bites and licks on your throat, also out of breath, and worry starts spreading on his face.
âW-what? Is this okay? Iââ
Your hand on his face gently covers his mouth to stop him from talking, while with the other you turn the key below the doorknob to lock the door, which you had forgotten to do when you arrived.
âJust donât want to risk getting interrupted, is all.â
You take a moment to admire his slightly dishevelled form: the bandana is a bit askew, his pupils are blown out, his cheeks and ears a deep pink. You probably donât look much different, to be honest. He looks at you expectantly, waiting for you to give him permission to continue.Â
âLetâs move away from the door, maybeââ you start, and within an instant, strong arms are picking you up under your thighs, carrying you over to the other side of the room and setting you down on the table.Â
âBetter?â he asks, placing a kiss to the corner of your mouth.
âBetter,â you reply with a smile.
âYou said youâre charging me with lots of interest,â he mumbles into your skin as he starts again where he left off earlier. You can only hum in response. âAnd I plan on paying back what I owe.âÂ
You pull back a little to look at him, and the newfound confidence and assertiveness in his eyes and voice send a pleasant tingle down your spine.Â
âIâm very much looking forward to it.â
â â â
A/N 2: what? goose being attacked by brainrot over a freckled red-head who seems confident on the outside but is actually riddled with insecurities and does some illegal stuff to keep his family safe? huh, bet no one saw that one coming đ guess i have ONE TYPE, smh.
A/N 3: if this is something you'd like to see more of, feel free to let me know and i'll add palia to my taglist fandoms for you to sign up :D
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i'll be closing requests later today/tomorrow, so this is your last chance to send something in!
and to everyone who requested cal and/or inq!cal.... i'm kissing all of you mwah mwah they're all such good requests and i can't wait to work on them!!
EDIT: reqs are closed!! thanks everyone<3
finals are over, you know what that means!
âïž REQUESTS OPEN đąđȘż
» before requesting, make sure to read the rules in the pinned post as well as look over the masterlists to see what has already been written! « (for your convenience, i copied the rules down here under the cut as well!)
â requests will remain open for: an indefinite amount of time
â i only write gn!reader (seriously read the rules pls)
â you can request for the following characters:
đą RotTMNT: Leo, Donnie, Raph, also their future versions! (please specify/pitch a timeline of your choice)
đ« Star Wars: Fives, Zeb Orrelios, Armitage Hux, Cal Kestis, inquisitor!Cal
đž Spiderverse (ITSV, ATSV): The Spot, Hobie Brown
đ· Marvel's Spider-man (Insomniac Games): Peter Parker, Ganke Lee
please note: some of these characters are more tentative than others. i can't guarantee that i will write every request, but i'll try my best! it really depends on if it inspires me or not, and that may take some time or not happen at all. either way, thanks for sending something in<3
â requesting rules:
only reader inserts, no OCs or canon x canon
reader is always gender neutral
readerâs ethnicity is always unspecified (as in skin colour, cultural background, etc.)
reader with specific physical traits is okay, please specify! (e.g. height, build, hair length, etc.)
mutant/non-human readers are okay, please specify!
in general, the more specific, the better!
no smut, only platonic/romantic
no blood-related reader (where the reader is the requested character's biological sibling, parent, kid, etc). sibling-like relationship through friendship/found family is ok!
no witch/sorcerer reader or demonic themes. reader with powers (think my hero academia) is ok, please specify!
only 1-2 requests per person at a time
be nice :â)
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đ carrying your loss forever,
i feel your absence everywhere i go. đ
a little something because i am unwell about these two. it's for myself but also for @razzbberry because we seem to share our love for fives that burns with the intensity of a thousand suns :') i love getting you on my dash, be it wonderful clone art reblogs or your own art which is truly mwah chef's kiss
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last night a friend and i finished our the bad batch rewatch in preparation for the third season and man... even though i knew what was coming, it still wasn't better than the first time. i'm so sad rn đ next week can't come fast enough gghhgh
but on a happier note, i got a bunch of cal kestis requests and i am very much looking forward to writing them! especially the inq!cal ones,, they're all excellent prompts đđ keep 'em coming while you can eheh
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Hellooo goose! itâs my first time interacting here and i just wanted to say how muuuuch i love your writing đ€ its sooo⊠GOOOOOD you have no idea, i literally DEVOUR every single rottmnt masterpiece of yours đ«¶đŒ
with that in mind, i have a request (only take it if you feel like it ofc <3) and i canât get this out of my head omfg and because its about to be valentineâsssâŠ
The prompt is; you and leo being veeery close friends for a long time.
A friends to lovers situation. his brothers notice and leo asks them (one by one separately because of the teasing even tho they already know lol) to help him out for valentineâs and mikey decides to help with some red velvet choc brownies and (insert fav food), donnie and raph help keeping it a surprise and setting everything upâŠ. (IM SOBBING THIS IS SO CUTE STWAP)
it ends up leo and reader kissing tenderly, very cute, it rises up a bit. theyâre so in love. stOP.
pretty please đ«¶đŒ
i love your writing
-đš
Be my Valentine đ
summary: the turtles set a plan in motion so Leo can ask out reader on valentineâs day.
relationship: Rise!Leo x gn!reader
warnings: none! fluff, smooches, second hand embarrassment maybe lolÂ
word count: 3.1k
A/N: welcome koala anon! tysm for your kind words and the super cute request, this thing practically wrote itself lol i missed writing for Leo đđ as it wasn't specified, i set this some time after the movie. hope that works!
(english is not my first language. constructive criticism and grammar corrections are very appreciated!)
â â â
The turtle brothers and you have been friends for quite some time now, around two years in fact. And you love them all dearly and equally, except for one maybeâŠÂ
Leo has always been the touchy type and isnât shy when it comes to physical contact. You donât mind; heâs like that with everyone, after all. Just another layer of his complex personality.Â
However, lately you canât help but feel that something has changed. The passing glances, the casual touches⊠they feel different. You catch yourself feeling self-conscious when heâs around. And the other turtles are no help either; itâs like when Leo comes into the room, the whole atmosphere changes. Like thereâs a sudden tension in the air. Youâll be hanging out with the turtles like normal, but when Leo joins you, his brothers suddenly make excuses to leave the room.Â
Deep inside, you suspect what theyâre trying to do. You think theyâve noticed your own shift towards the blue-clad turtle, and now they probably think you have a crush on him (which in all fairness, you do), so theyâre trying to get you alone with him to confess or something. While you appreciate their attempt to help or support you, it really isnât comfortable for you, being left like that. It has already led to the occasional awkward moment between you two. You just wish it would go back to how it was; your crush is for you alone and not to be shared, as you cherish the friendship with the turtles too much to risk it over asking out Leo.Â
What you donât know, however, is that Leo is inwardly freaking out every time he steps anywhere near you. For you see, he is down bad just as you are. Heâs just better at putting on a façade to hide underneath.
He didnât fall for you first, though. Your crush developed somewhat gradually over the last months; for him it was a realisation hitting him in the face all at once, like a wall of bricks. And not even that long ago. But that doesnât make it any less brain wracking for him.Â
Unsure of what to do, he went to his brothers to ask for advice. No matter how much he plays the face man of the group, thinking heâs suave and all, he actually has no real experience in this. (In truth neither do his brothers, but who else is he supposed to ask, Splinter? Right.) Besides, youâre not just a passing crush or a random interesting person. No, you mean a lot to him. And he doesnât want to ruin what you have.Â
At first, Leo intended to not say anything and just cherish your friendship, but no matter how much he tries convincing himself that you just see him as a friend and that youâre out of his league anyway, he still has a tiny spark of hope in him that maybe, just maybe, you feel the same.
So of course the first person he asks is Doctor Delicate Touch himself.Â
Mikey is delighted that his brother finally admitted to himself how heâs feeling. Truth is, the brothers noticed a looong time ago that Leo and you are into each other, but youâre both too dense for your own good. They have been itching to help out and already started scheming. Hence why they tried to give you some alone time every now and then.
But now that Leo approaches him first, Mikey essentially calls an emergency family meeting. He pulls out a full flowchart showing plans A through G to ask you out, Donnie starts his fully animated PowerPoint presentation to go with it, and Raph rolls in a whiteboard to brainstorm ideas. With Valentineâs Day just around the corner, it would be the perfect occasion for Leo to confess.
After sitting down a whole evening and planning everything out with his brothers, they come up with the following plan: Mikey will help Leo bake some delicious velvet chocolate brownies (because you deserve not only good, but the best!), Donnie says he will scope out some empty buildings that could be quickly remodelled into an undisturbed, cosy movie night corner, and Raph will be in charge of getting it all set up. For being the biggest and spikiest, he actually has a great eye when it comes to interior decorating.
Itâs also good that the few days before Valentineâs you have several exams for your classes and some other errands to run. So you already excused yourself from not being able to see the guys as often as youâd like in that period of time, and they plan to use the time to get all preparations going.
To make sure that you wonât plan anything else that day, Mikey messages the group chat, casually asking if youâre âfree next Wednesdayâ to watch a movie, which is something you do rather often with the guys.
Since your last test is on Tuesday, you say yes, eager to have a welcome reward for yourself for doing all your classwork. Mikey suggests a movie night, and one after the other, the different turtlesâ responses pop up in the chat, all of them saying theyâre free and that movie night sounds good.
Itâs a date then đ â you reply jokingly, without thinking much of it. Unbeknownst to you, Leo almost faints when he sees your reply. Raphâs laugh at his brotherâs face reverberated pretty far through the sewers, too.Â
â â â
After several last minute study sessions, wishing for information to travel into your brain by osmosis while smushing your face against a book, and a lot of caffeine, all your exams are done, and youâre officially on break.
That night you sleep well and long, sneaking in an extra pampering self-care bath before meeting the boys. Earlier that week you went to get some snacks, and as you look at the bag on your kitchen counter after youâre done changing, heat prickles at your cheeks.
On the sweets aisle you kept mainly gravitating towards Leoâs favourites, and only after you were done paying did you realise not only how many snacks and sweets you bought, but also that, on purpose or not, you picked most just because they were blue or had blue packaging, which reminded you of him.Â
With a sigh you take one last look in the mirror at yourself; the bath got you in a really good mood, and youâre honestly rocking your outfit. If the confidence continues throughout the night, maybe youâd even find it in you to tell Leo how you feel⊠Is Valentineâs Day too cheesy for that? And on movie night with his brothers, no less? Maybe you should have invited him somewhere else, or maybe itâs just not meant to beâŠ
With a slight seed of doubt in your heart, you grab your things and make your way out the door, about to start the familiar trek to the turtle lair. Except that you get a message, and the sound alone makes your heart skip a bit; itâs from Leo. You know itâs him because youâve set a special ringtone for him, a sound effect from his favourite Jupiter Jim movie. But youâd rather fall into a ditch than have him know that. He would never let you live it down. Especially if he saw how quickly you scramble to get your phone out of your pocket at the sound.
Turns out, movie night isnât in the lair at all, itâs in a place youâve never been, not alone nor with them. It strikes you as a little odd, but you know the area isnât dangerous or anything, plus youâll be accompanied by literal ninja mutants, so, if anything, your curiosity is peaked. You did notice that the last few days, there was a strange silence from the turtles. You assumed it was because they didnât want to disturb your studies, but something was⊠off. There was more secrecy than usual. And now theyâre meeting somewhere new? It takes every ounce of self-control not to immediately message Mikey and ask whatâs up. Youâd find out yourself soon enough anyway.Â
After taking a bus and a short walk, you arrive at the meeting point. Your eyes travel from the pin on your maps app on your phone to the run-down building in front of you several times, making sure youâre at the right location. And you are. Except that thereâs nothing here. You try looking in through the windows, but theyâre blocked with old wooden boards from the inside.Â
Just as youâre about to walk around the building to find an entrance, a door partially hidden by a pile of rubbish and debris opens with a creak, and Mikeyâs head pops out.
âThere you are!â he greets you with a chipper tone.
âWhat in the world is this place,â you rhetorically ask with a chuckle. âI thought we were watching a movie?â
âWe are, we are. Donât let looks deceive you. Come in~â
You step in, and Mikey closes the door behind you. You follow him up some dusty stairs, using your phonesâ flashlights to navigate through the darkness, as whatever little daylight remains outside canât come in through the barricaded windows, and there seems to be no electricity. The air is stale and you can see dust particles floating in the beam of your light.
âIs this safe?â You sound less amused now, starting to get actually concerned.Â
âTotally,â Mikey answers, completely calm.
âThis was Donnieâs doing, I suppose?â
âYup.â
âJust what are you guys up to,â you ask under your breath with a playful smile, more towards yourself than at him.
Once on the upper floor, you see light coming from under a door. Mikey opens it, letting you step in first. You enter the room, and as the turtle brothers say âSurprise!â in unison, you canât help the gasp that escapes you. Never would you have guessed this was inside, given the state of the building from the outside.Â
Several low hanging lights emit a warm inviting glow, complemented by some fairy lights. The space has been cleaned thoroughly, and you spot a pile of blankets, pillows and bean bags on the floor by the projector, which is already turned on and the movie on the wall is paused at the studio intro. A little makeshift table, consisting of a plank of wood held up by some bricks, holds a variety of delicious treats, going from pizza to finger food to desserts, as well as beverages.
You let your gaze slowly pan over the place to take it all in, nodding to yourself with a low whistle.
âNot bad,â you say. âNot bad indeed.âÂ
âAre you surprised?â, Donnie asks with a smug grin.Â
âI most definitely am,â you respond. âI love what youâve done with the place. Not that I know what the place even is.âÂ
âItâs an old office space, set to be renovated by the end of the year. I just pulled some strings to use it for tonight,â Donnie explains with a swiping motion of his hand, as if saying no big deal. âRaph here is the one who brought out the real shine. Quite literally, too, he waxed the floor.â
You look down and sure enough, the wooden boards are shiny, slightly squeaky against your shoes even.Â
âYou really went all out, huh,â you say, and Raph sheepishly chuckles.
Smiling, your eyes jump from one turtle to the next until they finally land on Leo, and you slightly clench your jaw at the heat you know is spreading on your face, unable to stop it.
âWell, you deserve it,â Leo says with a grin.Â
âEspecially after being done with classes,â Mikey adds.
âTrue, but you guys deserve this too! Youâre literally helping people and protecting the city all the time.â
They look at each other and nod in agreement.Â
For a second, you think Leo is going to say something, as he gives you what must be the third once-over since youâve arrived. But he remains silent. You hope your outfit choice isnât weirdâŠ
âAlright,â you exclaim, both to distract from your current thoughts and to fill the silence. âNow that we know how proud we are of each other, how about we start? Iâm actually starving.â
â â â
You take the last bite from your brownie just as the credits start rolling.
âAh, what a classic,â Donnie says with a content sigh, and he and Raph get into an argument about what fight scene from the movie was the best.
You sigh at the delicious treat melting on your tongue, savouring it.
âYou like them?â Leo asks from his spot next to you with an amused smile.
âI love them! Theyâre so good,â you reply, turning to look at Mikey. âCompliments to the chef.â
Since Mikey is the one to usually cook and bake out of the group, you assumed it was him who made the brownies.Â
âActually,â he says as he stands up to stretch, âThe chef is right there.â
You look to where heâs pointing: next to you, to Leo.Â
âYou made them?â you ask genuinely.Â
âI mean, Mikey helped,â Leo says with a slight shrug.â But, yeah.â
âHe made them for you,â you hear Mikey say, and your head whips around back to Mikey.
âWhat?â you ask.Â
You look back to Leo, whoâs giving his youngest brother a panicked glare, while Mikey sticks his tongue out at him.Â
Suddenly, the room is silent. Raph and Donnie stopped their discussion and once again, the atmosphere has abruptly shifted. You open your mouth to say something, but nothing comes out, as your brain is reeling. Did Mikey just mean what you think he meant? What you⊠hope he meant? And what was with Leoâs reaction and lack of sassy comeback?
You turn back to the turtle in question and meet his eyes, the slightest rise of your eyebrows indicating youâre expectant of an explanation. All five stages of grief seem to pass over Leoâs face in the matter of a split second, and he looks at such a loss for words that you almost burst out laughing. The fact that he isn't teasing you or dropping some corny one-liner at his brotherâs comment to play along, is proof that thereâs something else there. Your confidence from earlier that day resurfaces, and as you decide to tease him a little (because those chances are rare), you lean back slightly onto your hands. One quick glance to the side and you realise the other turtles are long gone.
âFor me, huh?â you say in a teasing tone. âYou wanted to impress me that much?âÂ
He wants to play along so badly, tease you back. If only he knew that just with a grin and a touch he would disarm you entirely. Instead, he goes the rare honest route, and gives you a short nod.
âI did, actually.â
Thatâs not the response you were expecting. You slightly lean forward to sit upright again, taking a second or two to word your response properly, unable to tear away your eyes from his.
âWell, you did. But you do know that you donât need some grand gesture to impress me or make me like you, right?â
He chuckles, visibly relaxing his shoulders, leaning in ever so slightly.Â
âIâm just that extra and you know it.â
You hum, bringing your hands into your lap, and you look down at them. You really hope he canât hear your heart pounding against your ribs.
âAnd is there a reason in particular you wanted to impress me?â you ask him, voice significantly smaller.Â
âAs a matter of fact, there is,â he replies just as gently.
Leoâs hand inches closer to yours until his fingertips brush over your knuckles, and it sends a tingly shiver up your arm and down your spine. You involuntarily take in a sharp breath through your teeth and look up at him. You were not ready to be met with the sweetest, most vulnerable expression on his face. All words leave your brain.Â
âAnd?â is all you manage after a moment.
Equally unable to put his feelings into words, Leo chooses the next best thing. By now, youâre both so close to each other that you can feel his breath fanning over your cheek. He quickly closes the gap, and his lips meet yours. The kiss is soft and warm and sweet and for the amount of pining youâve both endured, itâs not enough.
Your hands travel up to cup Leoâs face, but he suddenly goes âhm!â like he just remembered something and pulls back, holding you by your shoulders. You give him a confused pout; it was just about to get good.
âI forgot to ask: will you be my Valentine?â
That is so massively out of the blue (pun unintended), that you canât help the hearty laugh coming out of you.Â
âA little late to ask that now, isnât it?â you ask with a chuckle, running your fingers over his jawline.
âYou know what they say, better late than never,â he replies with a shrug, leaning into your touch.
You lift your chin ever so slightly to look at him through half-lidded eyes.
âI bet that whoever said that wasnât in this particular predicament.â
With that, you pull him back to you, kissing him more intensely this time, and he understands. Your tongue meets his, and his kisses taste like chocolate. You only pull back ever so slightly for a moment to take a breather, both of you panting.Â
âAnd for the record,â you say between breaths, essentially whispering the words into his skin. âThe answer is yes. I will be your Valentine, if youâll be mine.â
Finally, he sports his signature smirk.Â
âAs if you even need to ask,â is all he remarks before capturing your lips again.
One of his hands snakes around your back, pressing you to him, while he balances the weight on the other, leaning you back onto the pillows so he can climb on top of you.Â
However long you have the room for, wherever his brothers are⊠Leo is set on using this chance with you to the fullest while uninterrupted.
â â â
Bonus:
The other turtle brothers have been spying through the crack of the door until you started making out. After carefully closing it, they move a little further down the empty hallway.Â
Raph pumps his fist in the air as a sign of victory, Mikey holds Donnie by the shoulders, shaking him back and forth with a silent squeal. But now that the plan worked, and you and Leo are busy⊠what are they supposed to do?
The three silently look at each other in the dark hallway for a moment, until Mikey looks at Donnie.
âSo⊠you got games on your phone?â
~~~~~
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finals are over, you know what that means!
âïž REQUESTS OPEN đąđȘż
» before requesting, make sure to read the rules in the pinned post as well as look over the masterlists to see what has already been written! « (for your convenience, i copied the rules down here under the cut as well!)
â requests will remain open for: an indefinite amount of time
â i only write gn!reader (seriously read the rules pls)
â you can request for the following characters:
đą RotTMNT: Leo, Donnie, Raph, also their future versions! (please specify/pitch a timeline of your choice)
đ« Star Wars: Fives, Zeb Orrelios, Armitage Hux, Cal Kestis, inquisitor!Cal
đž Spiderverse (ITSV, ATSV): The Spot, Hobie Brown
đ· Marvel's Spider-man (Insomniac Games): Peter Parker, Ganke Lee
please note: some of these characters are more tentative than others. i can't guarantee that i will write every request, but i'll try my best! it really depends on if it inspires me or not, and that may take some time or not happen at all. either way, thanks for sending something in<3
â requesting rules:
only reader inserts, no OCs or canon x canon
reader is always gender neutral
readerâs ethnicity is always unspecified (as in skin colour, cultural background, etc.)
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yeehaw it's here :D just signed up âš
Art Event 4: Different Genres
Hello there!
This is an informal, for-fun art event, meant for any person who enjoys making art. This time, it's a two-parter: both a trade, and just a casual event for those who just wish to create art for themselves. It's a pressure-free event! No need to create a big masterpiece--just something you or others would happily enjoy.
The theme this time around is "Different Genres." You can choose any character(s) from any media(s) and put them into a different universe entirely. Make a clone a mermaid! Toss Thrawn into a K-drama! Hondo Ohnaka could sail the seas in the Golden Era of Piracy! Anakin Skywalker could be a Warrior cat! Whatever genre you can dream up, they could be in.
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You don't have to be "great" at any art to join! This is an informal event with no level restrictions. The important thing is that your art absolutely must have effort. For example, a moodboard should be cohesive, and it should contain enough photos that it could be worthy of giving as a gift. Make sure you are satisfied with what you are giving out (to your abilities levels, of course--don't expect the Star Wars Mona Lisa if you aren't to par with DaVinci's skills!).
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âHave we met?â - Part 2
summary: Fives keeps finding himself coming to see reader, so they decide to confront him.Â
relationship: Fives x gn!reader
warnings: hmmm angst :^), mentions of charactersâ deaths, implied brainwashing?, comfort at the end
word count: 1.7k
A/N: i'll do everything in my power to bring this man back time and time again >:')
prompts used (source):
- it hurts me, just how much i ache for you
- i feel your absence in everything that i do alone, in every place i go without you
Navigation: Part 1 | Part 2 (you're here!)
(english is not my first language. constructive criticism and grammar corrections are very appreciated!)
â â â
â PART 2: When you came back to him
Several days go by without you and Fives interacting much. Heâs mostly focussing on his missions, and youâre focused on your work as well, trying to distract yourself from the pain of being away from your beloved by taking shift after shift. The nights are long and cold for you, and you can barely sleep. You wonder if he feels the same at all.
One evening, a ship comes back in such a bad state, they call all hands on deck to repair it. So you go down to the hangar to work on turning whatever is salvageable from the wreck back into a working part. After taking one last sip of your caf (it was going to be a long night), you set the cup away and crawl under a panel, looking at the messy wiring. It isnât long until you hear some steps approaching and stopping beside you.
You climb out from under the ship and see none other than Fives, just standing there, helmet tucked under one of his arms. He looks unsure and kind of tense. You lean onto the shipâs frame.
âHey, handsome,â you greet him with your usual pet name.Â
âHi,â is all he replies. You rise your brows at him, asking for him to continue, but he doesnât. For a moment, all you two hear is the sounds of machinery and indistinct chatter of the hangar.Â
âSo,â you stretch out the word. âWhat brings you here this fine evening?âÂ
âIâm⊠honestly not entirely sure myself,â Fives responds, looking around as if he only now realised where he was without knowing how he got here. Then he heaves a sigh. âI found this in my last mission and had the sudden urge to bring it back for you, for some reason.â
He digs around in one of the pouches on his belt with his free hand and takes out a little rock. Offering it to you, he holds out his open palm, and you almost burst into tears right then and there. Back when you started dating, you had jokingly told Fives that on his next mission he should bring back a souvenir for you. And since then, heâd always do that, bringing you rocks or trinkets he found. Once he actually gave you one of his old armour parts, a shoulder pauldron, that got absolutely obliterated in an explosion because he hadn't had the time to get you anything better. You kept it anyway, because it was a reminder to both of you that even after going out there and risking his life, you were here waiting for him to come back to you.
And he had, every single time. Except that this time, he came back, just not to you.
Seeing that you're just staring at the rock in his hand, Fives clears his throat.
âYou know what, nevermind,â he mumbles, about to put the rock back into his pouch. âIt was silly anyway.â
âNo, wait,â you stop him. âSorry, I didnât mean to space out. Iâll take the rock.â
You take it into your hand to inspect it, turning it around in your fingers against the light. One half is of a brick red, while the other partially transparent, of a milky blue with specks of green and gold. It looks a bit like a galaxy, and the thought brings a smile to your face. Clutching the rock in your fist, you bring it to your chest and look up at Fives with a genuine smile.Â
âThank you,â you say, tilting your head to the side slightly. âItâs been a while since you brought me one of this colour.â
âRightâŠâ, he says and starts studying your face, but then his hand shoots up to his head as he takes a sharp breath through his teeth.
âAre you okay?â You reach out to him, but he takes a step back.
âI-Iâm fine,â he says through gritted teeth, trying to calm his pained breaths. âSorry to interrupt you while youâre working. I better get back.â
âSee you around, I hope?â you ask, hugging yourself.
He leaves with a nod, but you could have sworn you heard him say âme tooâ under his breath.
This goes on for a couple of rotations; Fives suddenly appearing at your workstation in the hangar looking like heâs lost, or entering your workshop only to come to a sudden halt, as if he forgot why heâs there right after passing the door. Often he'd have a little trinket for you. Other times heâd just come by to say hi. But every time you try to bring up something from your past together, his head starts hurting and he leaves.
At some point, you decide you've waited long enough. You'd get nowhere by just waiting. After all, he was coming to see you. Even if he didnât know why himself. So now itâs time to go to him instead. You've wooed him once, surely you can do it again⊠right?
On a particularly frustrating day at work, after trying to design a new electrical panel for a ship and not being able to make it work after what felt like a hundred tries, you decide you need to get out and move a bit to clear your mind. Youâre still grumbling and thinking about the panel, turning it over and over in your mindâs eye, trying to find the problem. All the while, your legs are walking on their own, and itâs not too long before you find yourself at the barracks of the 501st.Â
Standing in front of the door, you sigh, thinking back to how many times you had sneaked in and out of here. Officially, clones werenât allowed to have romantic relationships, but you knew there were actually a handful on this ship. And everyone who was in on it kept the secret. The 501st was well aware of your relationship with Fives, and they had always been supportive, Rex included. Youâre sure the Generals also suspected something, but they never said anything, for which you were thankful.
Unsure of what you even wanted to do here in the first place, youâre about to turn around and leave when the door suddenly slides open and youâre met with Fives, sans armour. Heâs only wearing his blacks, a bag hanging from his shoulders; heâs going to the gym.Â
âOh, hi there,â he greets you with a small smile. âWere you looking for someone?â
Screw it, you think.
âActually, yes. You,â you answer and gesture towards his bag. âLeave it, we need to talk.â
â â â
Entering to your room, you sit down on your bed, and Fives sits down on a chair next to it.
âIâve been wondering for a while now,â you start, fidgeting with your fingers in your lap. âDo you remember what happened on Ringo Vinda?â
The question takes Fives by surprise, but he makes an effort to try and think back to those events. He tells you what he knows, from the start of the mission to seeing Tup shoot General Tiplar, his memories ending when the Kaminoans put him under for a routine check-up.
âI had this recurring nightmare for several days after I came back,â Fives ends his retelling with a frown. âI kept seeing Tup on Kamino, in the room next to mine. He was dying and there was nothing I could do to stop it.âÂ
You reach out to hold his hand, but as his head starts spinning again, he retracts his hand from yours at first. But this time, he reaches back for your hand with a groan, and brings it to his face so you cup his cheek.Â
âEvery time when Iâm with you, it hurts,â Fives speaks in a whisper. âMy head is screaming at me to get away from you. And at the same time, it hurts me, just how much I ache for you.â
He tightly closes his eyes to refrain from crying, but the tears are already rolling down his cheeks. You feel incredibly helpless.
âWhy canât I remember who you are?â he asks, his voice breaking, just like your heart. âI donât remember seeing your face or hearing your voice before, yet I feel your absence in everything that I do alone, in every place I go without you⊠I find myself looking for you wherever I go.â
By now, you canât hold it back any more and take both his hands, pulling him to sit beside you on the bed, and hug him. This time he hugs back, and he's shaking.Â
âI donât know what happened to you, Fives, but itâs okay,â you say into his shoulder, gently stroking up and down his back. âYouâre back here with me. Weâll be fine.â
By the way heâs shaking, you can tell heâs trying to choke back a sob.
âItâs just you and me, sweetheart, just let it out.â
Fives starts crying properly, holding onto you for dear life, his face buried between your neck and your shoulder.
âIâm so sorry, Fives,â you say, your own tears staining his blacks. âI wish I knew what to do. I missed you so much.â
âI missed you too,â he breathes as he pulls back slightly to look at you, and for the first time since he came back to the Resolute, it feels like heâs finally properly looking at you like he used to; eyes filled with love and a little bit of mischief.
You lean in, your hands at the nape of his neck, and pull him in for a kiss. It's sweet, almost shy, like he's kissing you for the first time. He sighs into it and pulls you even closer, tilting his head to deepen the kiss.
Once you break for air, both of you panting, you lie down on the bed, pulling him down with you so heâs on top of you, and you hold his head to your chest.Â
âCan I stay here tonight?â Fives asks, and you canât help the light chuckle that escapes you.
âOf course.âÂ
You spend the next minutes in silence, just basking in each otherâs presence.
âWill you tell me about us?â he asks after some time. âHow we met, and how I definitely charmed you?â
You laugh, running your fingers through his hair.
âSure thing, Iâll tell you everything.â
~~~~~
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âHave we met?â
summary: what if Fives had been stopped before removing his inhibitor chip on Kamino and was instead sent back after reconditioning, thereby forgetting you?Â
relationship: Fives x gn!reader
warnings: hmmm angst :^), mentions of charactersâ deaths, implied brainwashing?, dw thereâll be comfort at the end
word count: 2.2kÂ
A/N: in my book Fives is alive, no matter what. hereâs one take lol mainly because i found some prompts and this idea refused to leave my brain
prompt used (source): we have just met and yet it feels like i have known you for a lifetime
Navigation: Part 1 (you're here!) | Part 2
(english is not my first language. constructive criticism and grammar corrections are very appreciated!)
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â PART 1: When he came back to you
When you heard the news about what Tup had done on Ringo Vinda, you couldnât believe it. You were told that Fives went with him to Kamino to get checked. Something about a parasite or a virus; that was all the explanation you were given. But if you were being honest with yourself, no one seemed entirely convinced, including some of the Generals, and Rex.Â
Fives was currently being held on Kamino for a couple more rotations to keep an eye on him, but was meant to come back to the Resolute soon enough.Â
You sit in your room, thinking about how the whole deal smells a little fishy to you. Youâd just have to ask Fives in person once he comes back. The fact that he isnât responding to any of your messages isnât helping, however.Â
A long time ago, you had joined the GAR as a mechanic and worked (and studied) yourself up to mechanical engineer. Since with your new position came your own little workshop to tinker in, you had modified your and Fivesâ comm devices to send encrypted messages to each other. They were coupled to the long range transmissions of the ship itself, so your messages didnât get delivered immediately, so as to not raise any suspicion if someone were to check the log. But thatâs how you would communicate with him when he was away.Â
Usually it didn't take more than a few rotations for Fives to answer. Even when he was on the most secretive of missions as an ARC trooper, heâd still send you one of your code words to let you know he was okay. Now itâs been longer than ever before since you sent him your last message that went unanswered.Â
You canât help but stand up and start pacing back and forth in your room, trying to push back the feelings of worry. Rex told you Fives is supposed to come back today, but you still havenât heard anything fromeither. The one thing the captain did tell you, though, was about Tup sadly passing away on Kamino. Those news really didnât do much to help you feel reassured about Fivesâ state.
Youâre so engrossed in your thoughts and gradually worsening âwhat ifâ scenarios going through your head, that you almost jump out of your skin when your comm beeps on your desk. You hurry to pick it up and see there's a new message, but itâs from Rex. He says Fivesâ ship has just landed.
At that, you all but sprint out of your quarters and run all the way to the hangar. It takes you a couple of minutes to get there, holding onto the edges of the wall to cut your curves. In one hall, you almost trip and fall, but catch yourself just in time to keep going. When you reach the hangar doors, out of breath and panting heavily, you press the button for them to open. You quickly make your way to one of the landing platforms, where you can already see Rex and Jesse talking to Fives.
You can't help the tears running down your cheeks, tears of happiness and relief, seeing that your boyfriend made it back in one piece. Feeling like a huge weight just got lifted off your heart, you take a deep breath and make your way to the group.Â
As youâre approaching Fives from behind, you can only see Rex and Jesse's faces, and theyâre looking⊠distressed? incredulous? confused? Rex spots you first, and calls out to you to wait, but youâre already hugging Fives from behind.
âFives!â you greet him, squeezing the living lights out of him. Then again, with all that armour, you wonder if he can feel it at all. âI was so worried! Are you okay? You never answered my messagesââ
You circle around Fives to face him, and you notice several things: first, heâs not hugging you back. Second, he looks bewildered at your presence. And thirdâŠ
âOh, uhm, hi there,â he says with a polite smile, his arms slightly raised so he doesnât touch you. âIâm sorry, I donât know who⊠Have we met?â
You let go of the clone, taking a step back. Squinting at him, you search his face for any sign of mischief or that heâs teasing you; it really isnât a tasteful joke, but youâd forgive him. You tremble slightly when you realise that heâs 100% serious.Â
You feel Rexâs hand on your shoulder, and you turn to him with a questioning look.
âIt seems that Fives has, uhmâŠâ he starts, unable to look you in the eyes. You quickly glance over to Jesse, who looks just as shocked as you.Â
âHe doesnât remember you,â Jesse finishes Rexâ sentence.
You canât help but let out an unamused chuckle at that.
âThatâs insane,â you retort, turning back around to Fives. âYouâre joking, right? Please tell me youâre not serious.â
âIâm really sorry, uhmâŠâ he scratches his neck sheepishly. âI never got your nameâŠ?â
You search his eyes again, but thereâs nothing there that you recognise. With a shaky breath, your heart now pounding against your ribcage for all the wrong reasons, you turn back to the captain.
âWhat did they do to him, Rex?â you ask, your voice cracking.Â
âLetâs just go inside first and catch up, okay?â Rex places an arm around your trembling shoulders and leads you towards the exit of the hangar. Jesse stays with Fives and brings him to the barracks.
Rex takes you to his captainâs office, where he sits you down on the small couch and prepares some tea. Once heâs done, he places a cup in front of you on the table, and takes a seat across from you in his office chair.
You thank him and reach out to the cup, but as you lift it, you realise how your hands are shaking, causing it to clatter against the saucer, so you set the tea back down, bringing your hands to your lap and interlacing your fingers instead in an attempt to calm them down.Â
âDo you know⊠what happened?â you ask carefully. Rex heaves a sigh.
âNot really. Itâs like Fivesâ memory has been⊠wiped,â he explains, scratching his chin deep in thought.Â
âThatâsâŠâ you start, but canât find the words. âYouâre saying it like it was deliberate. You donât think it was a parasite?â
He doesnât answer.
â...Do you think it was the Kaminoans?â you ask, your voice low, as if there was someone eavesdropping. âWhy would they do such a thing?â
âIâm not sure,â he answers. âAs a cadet back on Kamino I saw it maybe once or twice that a clone would be taken away, and then they reappeared with no memory of something small that had happened recently. They would do it because the clone in question showed an âinappropriate emotional responseâ, so they had to âfix itâ.â He gestures the quotation marks in the air with his hands. âAfter all, to many weâre just a product or a tool, and as such weâre expected to function in a certain manner.â
âYou know that a lot of people donât think that, right?â you interject, and he smiles.
âI know. But thatâs how we came to be.â His smile fades, his brow furrowing. âBut Kaminoans are good at what they do, and all in all always treated us well. Iâve never seen or heard of a clone forgetting entirely about someone else because of a treatment.â
You both sit in silence for a moment.Â
âDo you think it can be recovered somehow?â you ask, your chest tightening at the thought of Fives losing all the memories he had with you. What if he never felt the same again? What if⊠he was incapable of loving you again? What if he didnât want to love you again?
Rex can see where your mind is going, so he stands up and makes his way to you, sitting on the couch as well, placing a reassuring hand on your knee. He knows that recovering memories after a thorough wipe is nearly impossible, but he canât tell you that.
âIâll see what I can find out,â he settles on. With a small smile, he adds, âFor now, why donât you go introduce yourself to him? Iâm sure heâll be thrilled to make your acquaintance.â
âRight,â you reply and sigh. Letâs treat this like⊠like he hit his head and has amnesia, you tell yourself. After I spend time with him and show him all our holopics and videos together, surely heâll remember me. Deep in your heart, you know thatâs just a lie youâre telling yourself to feel better, but youâd rather lie to yourself than face the truth right now. A truth that wasnât limited to Fivesâ sudden state, but gave place to so many more questions about clones, Kaminoans and what they did out there; questions you had no energy in pursuing any time soon.Â
Changing the subject, you make some small talk with Rex while you drink your tea. Once the cup is empty, you leave the captainâs office and shoot Jesse a quick message asking if he knows where Fives is. The reply comes almost instantaneously, telling you the whole squad is in the mess hall. You take a quick look at the time, and sure enough, itâs time for dinner. Only then do you feel the grumbling of your stomach, reminding you that in all your worry about your favourite clone, you havenât eaten anything since breakfast.Â
You quickly make your way to the hall. The smell of todayâs menu fills your nose and the clattering of plates and cutlery, as well as indistinct chatting of clones and staff alike, reaches your ears. After getting your food, you make your way to the 501stâs usual table. You notice that Fives is sitting at the edge of the group, so that a sitting space is free between him and Kix. Thatâs where you usually sit. Your heart canât help but skip a beat; maybe he does remember? Or is it just muscle memory that canât be erased away that easily?Â
Taking in a deep breath, you approach the group and clear your throat. It catches Fivesâ attention, who turns around to you.
âHey handsome,â you smile at him. âIs that seat taken?â You nod towards the empty space.Â
âOh, itâs you,â he says, clearly surprised by your presence. Again. âYeah, I meanââ He clears his throat. âIt isnât taken. Feel free to join us.â
You thank him and take a seat, greeting the others, who say their âhelloâs back to you. Fives eyes them curiously, then looks back to you.
âSay, I never caught your name,â he remarks for the second time today, taking a bite of his food.Â
You canât help a sad smile as you look up at Jesse, whoâs sitting in front of you. It occurs to you that thatâs where Echo used to sit, and for a second you wonder if Fives has forgotten about him too.Â
Jesse mirrors your smile with a slight shrug of his shoulders, and you turn to Fives, telling him your name.
âOh, so thatâs you!â he mentions, and you tilt your head at him in confusion. âThe guys have been asking me about you ever since I arrived. I donât know how I could have forgotten about someone I apparently hang out with so much?âÂ
âRight?â you retort under your breath, taking a mouthful of the rather bland food.
The conversation they were having earlier restarts, and Kix tells them about some patients he had today, Jesse talks about some improvements to their weapon system they could do, and so on. Youâre not really paying much attention anymore, fidgeting with your fork once you finish eating.Â
One by one, the clones excuse themselves to retire for the night or go back to their shift. In the end, itâs just you and Fives left at the table. You have one elbow propped up on the table, your head in your hand, looking at him.
âDoesnât it bother you?â you ask suddenly.Â
âWhat does?â he retorts, studying your face. You donât answer immediately, weighing the words in your head.Â
âNot remembering someone who clearly knows who you are,â you finally say, tears starting to gather in the corner of your eyes.Â
Thatâs when you see his façade drop. He curls his hand on the table into a fist and bites the inside of his cheeks, trying to play it off with an awkward chuckle.Â
He doesnât reply at first, just looking at you like heâs trying to draw the answers from your eyes, an answer that is there, but he canât read for some reason.Â
âI donât understand,â he finally replies, and itâs barely more than a whisper. âWe have just met and yet it feels like Iâve known you for a lifetime.â
You can feel your heart shattering into a thousand pieces.
âOh Fives, what have they done to youâŠâ Your hand reaches up to cup his cheek, but his own shoots up first to press against his temple, just behind his tattoo, and he winces in pain, backing away from your touch.Â
âIâ I have to go,â he utters and stands up, quickly making his way out of the mess hall.
Youâre left there, alone. Hurt. Hopeless.
~~~~~
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looks like most of you are on board, yay! thanks for voting đ
currently, my plan involves having several characters in here even if the ages don't match up lol thus far i have:
ezra and sabine are both in their first year, like the reader
cal is in his second year
ahsoka is reader's friend who's a little older and she's doing her master
shaak ti is the librarian
obi-wan is a teacher, don't know what subject yet
cere could also be a teacher, probably history?
i'm considering making luke and leia reader's younger siblings? (even tho they're technically ezra's age, i know, but i really don't know how to write them sdfjsdf) i also really want anakin and padme in here somewhere but can't figure out where lol
should i try to have a jango/boba fett appearance as well?
please let me know if you think of anything :D
what i can only hope to be a feeling of inspiration has finally struck me, after a strange chain of events akin to that of a shoujo manga has been occurring in the last couple of days. my mind went places, so many places, and here we are. iâve never specifically sought out modern AU fics, but i think iâm starting to get it⊠hence the question:
other star wars characters are sure to make an appearance, and while the ages wonât be all canon-compliant (so reader can be buddies with everyone), i think i have a solid concept worked out >:3c if you have any ideas or specific things youâd like to see, please do let me know :D
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