#BUT U KNOW WHAT I DID DO. I FIGURED OUT HOW TO USE A QUARTER OF AN EGG.
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i love doing things terribly because at least i can say i did it
#me.txt#i made a very dry slightly burnt waffle#and i made the silly mistake of not spraying the waffle iron before it heated up#BUT U KNOW WHAT I DID DO. I FIGURED OUT HOW TO USE A QUARTER OF AN EGG.#honestly maybe IM the pathetic little meow meow.
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Buggy + GNReader
Fluffy Corny kinda Platonic
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"Shit Shit Shit-" Your grumble as you frantically look around for something to tie your hair back with- You had finally gotten time to wash it out after the past few horrible days out at sea. Usually you had just come to shoving your hair into a hat and calling it a day- However your hair had gotten so tangled and messy it didn't fit into the hat at all so you figured today you would attempt to do it but ran out of time, patients and materials. Now just needing to find something to cover it with-
You wished you knew someone who did hair- Standing there you flexed your thinking power and a image comes to mind- Didn't Captian Buggy to the hair of that contortionist girl?
Captian Buggy!
Grabbing a towel to cover your mess of hair you rush quickly our of your shared quarters and down the maze of halls to the Captian's- Hesitating for a moment before you knock on the door to his room, Standing there awkwardly as they slammed open and he glared down at you.
"What do you want?" He all but hissed, clearly not pleased at having such a low member of his crew bother him.
"U-Um Captian do you.. Um" you stumbled over your words and messed with your food nervously.
"Spit it out!" He yelled making you jump-
"Do you have any hair stuff?... I lost my hat and don't know how to cover my hair or put it up for work-" You admit and pull the towel from your hair ashamed. Buggy's eyes widening for a second as he stared at the mess on your head.
He sighed annoyed, you thinking you have a Muggy Ball coming your way but instead he opens his doors to you and snaps at you to come inside.
Quickly scrambling inside you see him grabbing some tools from the massive vanity in the corner of the room. Grumbling under his breath as he did so-
"Sit there-" He snaps pointing to a lone chair which you are quick to park your ass in. With a armful of items he comes back to you quickly and looks over the damage.
"For fucks sake-"
You feel his detached hands part your hair with ease using a skilled comb before setting the moisturize your hair and begin to detangle it- about were amazed since what usually took you quite some time and arm discomfort he had done in 5 minutes tops.
"Wow youre really good at this-" You say as you feel him parting the hair expertly and beginning to braid
"How did you get so good?"
"Have to do my own damn hair everyday" He chimed casually- You remembering seeing his hair down once when a storm set it and he came out to steer in his pajamas.
"Thats right It's long- Why do you keep it long Captian?"
"You talk a lot" Buggy sighed, clearly not uses to being the one having his ear talked off and used to doing the talking-
"Sorry- I tend to babble..Especially when nervous-" You say softly, feeling embarrassed about talking so much. Buggy was silent for a second as he continued to braid-
"..It's cause of my Chop Chop abilities- I can't cut my hair it just reattaches itself so I have learned to just take care of it" He admitted calmly, this making you smile as you turn to look at him.
"That's cool! Could you use your hair in a fight!?"
"DONT MOVE! Or ill have to start over!" He snapped before flicking his wrist and the comb snaps on your scalp as punishment-
"Owie-!" You pout as you sit still as the Captian grumbles, starting that part of the braid over again as he finished his task.
"And no- It's too hard to use my hair as a Chop Chop man- gets tangled too easily" He said calmly, finishing the last braid he smoothed it with another few taps of condioner and stepped back.
"There- Go look" He said dismissively walking away from you so you could go look. There you look it the mirror and see two cute Dutch braids going down the side of your head. A bright smile on your lips as you admire your Captians work.
"Wow! You're really good at this Cap!" You say cheerfully as you look back at the Captian who was putting on fresh gloves.
"I know- Now Here, till you find your hat" He said as his hand floated to you holding a old red beanie with a tuff of fluff on the top- You smiling Brightly, him expecting the typical thanks which he was prepared to wave off.
"Yeah Yeah don't get used to it- OOF!" He stumbles when you hug him suddently- His face turning as red at his nose with the random physical affection.
"Thank you Captian! Gotta run!" You say cheerfully already knowing youre going to hear a earful from your peers about being late to your post, quickly slipping on the red beanie and running away while Buggy stood there shocked and unsure of what the hell just happened-
#x reader#one peice x reader#one piece#one peice live action#buggy one piece#buggy the clown x reader#buggy x reader
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A/N: idea came from this ask, so thank u anon🥰🥰 it was so fun to think of how Matty and Este’s relationship was seen from the other side like what fans pick up on, and also establish how much they decide to share with fans vs keep to themselves. this concept is so interesting to me but i had a hard time writing from the pov of a fan hahaha so i just did it this way instead :))
This obvs is based heavily on TBSG lore so none of this makes sense if you haven’t read the main fic - go do that first!! and also check out the Instagram AUs, they add to the pizazz
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“Love, look what I just saw on Twitter. This is hilarious.”
Este points her phone screen towards Matty as they sit in bed on a Sunday morning. He yawns, tired and still half asleep, then blinks his eyes a few times to read what she’s showing him. It’s a tweet from a fan that sits in her mentions from a couple of days ago when a clip from his Zane Lowe interview resurfaced.
megs ⎕ PL4YINGONMYM1ND
thinking about the fact that matty mentioned meeting e.manansala when she worked at a bookstore in manc to zane and in this 2018 interview he said his fav spot in the city is Greenhouse Books …….. what are the chances this is the same bookstore bc that would be so😭😭😭💔💔💔💔 https://manchesterwire.co.uk/?s=matty+healy+give-yourself-a-try/arts&culture/article
jaymie SAW UNDO LIVE trmanb1ackk
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Hold on you might be onto something
megs ⎕ PL4YINGONMYM1ND
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right like okaayyy bookstore worker x customer to lovers notting hill pipeline????? 🤭 huge if true
She watches his eyes scan over the text and a fuzzy smile grow on his face. Matty loves talking about Este when he can—to bring some much deserved attention to her writing—and did so often, but does’t always mention many the details of their relationship. That was until strolling around the Northern Quarter with Zane brought a bit of it out of him.
Este is what brings him back to Manchester the most often, from visiting her family and Cate and Georgia to just needing a bit of a homey feeling from its familiar pubs and nostalgic shops. So, naturally, Matty talked about her in the interview done for the release of Being Funny—explaining how they’d met and how much the city means to them both.
“How they put two and two together is beyond me,” he says, scratching his head. “That Manchester Wire interview was five years ago now, you know. Did you ever read that?”
She chuckles. “Course I did! We had a few fans come in that summer with the sole intention of coming to a place you recommended, actually.”
“Why have you never told me that?” Matty asks, “You’re welcome for the business, by the way.”
“You never even told me about your little shout out, to be fair. I had to find out on my own,” Este teases. “Plus, we weren’t even a thing at that point—we’d met once! Quite creepy, in retrospect.”
“When you put it like that it’s honestly so cringe so please change the subject now.” Matty buries his head in the bunches of sheets that sit in her lap, embarrassed and frankly too sleepy to defend himself.
Este giggles, letting her hands settle into his curls. “Oh c’mon, you weren’t cringe. I’m just pulling your leg. It was sweet,” she reassures him.
“You’re just saying that because you feel bad,” he whines, then rubs his eyes to try and get the sleep out of them. “That’s so crazy that they dug that up, though. I’m not sure if many people know you’ve been around since then.”
“They probably looked at your life in 2019 and figured you were a rockstar with a new girl in every city but in reality you were calling me to get to sleep every night and doing origami in your free time because it reminded you of me.”
Matty’s jaw drops at her blunt comments. “I was about to get mad but I can’t even disagree.” He sits up, raking the hair out of his eyes. “Do people still use the word ‘simp’? Can that be applied to this situation? Was I a simp?”
She throws her head back, mouth wide, as she laughs at how ridiculous his question is.
“Please don’t say ‘simp’, love. You’re 34.” Este squeezes out between her giggles, “But no, people don’t use that word anymore. And yes it can be applied. And also yes, you were. And still are.”
“Proudly am,” he adds.
She leans into his side and he snakes his arm around her waist. They sit there, Matty only in a pair of pyjama pants and her an oversized tee, scrolling through the funny replies to the tweet and how big of a deal some fans were making it.
“You should respond. Tell Megs that she’s right.”
“Seriously?” Este asks, shocked that he’d want her to engage in something so meaningless and speculative.
But alas, he nods casually with a smile. “Yeah. They seem sweet, and just curious. And maybe being such a simp will give me some brownie points,” confirms Matty.
“God, enough of that word!”
Este e.manansala
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Can confirm🤝
liv livmymistake_
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MEGS OH MY GOD
Jude 🥾🌎 ittsjudesk
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UMMMMMMMMMMM
megs ⎕ PL4YINGONMYM1ND
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omg hi😭😭😭 are being fr i can’t cope
Este e.manansala
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Greenhouse is the bookstore i worked at and is where matty and i met that year:)) and hi💌
megs ⎕ PL4YINGONMYM1ND
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i think i’m psychic for guessing that🤭🤭🤭🤭
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megs ⎕ PL4YINGONMYM1ND
k now i’m going crazy bc i had no clue him and este had been dating for that long💀 was genuinely convinced it had been 3 years max
Jude 🥾🌎 ittsjudesk
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Literally they didn’t post each other until like 2020
sarah🧸 _102sar
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I think she was at the 2018 Pryzm show too. Not sure but I was at the after party and remember seeing her there lol
megs ⎕ PL4YINGONMYM1ND
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WHAT…….. this lore being uncovered omg
“Someone recognises you from the Brief Inquiry album release show?!” exclaims Matty in disbelief. “There’s no way.”
They still sit in bed as Este types away, having fun interacting with the small group. He leans his head on her shoulder and watches her as she does it.
“They’ve known you longer than I have, you know. They know their stuff,” she responds.
“Even I don’t remember you being at the Pryzm show.”
Este’s mouth falls open in shock, thoroughly offended. “You prick.”
“I’m joking!” Matty defends through fits of laughter. “C’mon E, I’m joking.”
She knows he is, but enjoys the theatrics of it all; shoving his head off her shoulder and scooting away from his touch in protest.
“That was a special night for me! The first time I saw you play and met the guys! Don’t make fun!” Este pouts, crossing her arms playfully.
“Fine. I take it back, I take it back,” Matty begs, dragging her back over to him and bringing her legs over top of his. He grabs her hand and places a kiss on her palm. “I remember meeting Cate, and introducing you to Louis. And Ross making fun of my gallbladder surgery, and leaving Cate on the dance floor to get drinks, and screaming at each other over the music at the bar. You telling me about the anniversary party. I very much remember!”
“Okay, okay. Enough gushing. I forgive you.”
Matty pecks her palm once more and shuffles her even closer. “Open Twitter back up. This is fun.”
Jude 🥾🌎 ittsjudesk
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This is absolutely shocking bc how did his chronically online ass manage to hide a whole gf that long
megs ⎕ PL4YINGONMYM1ND
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fr!!! like do we think she was on the abiior tour with them bc i swear jordan absolutely fed us with so much bts content it would be impossible to miss?? someone dig
sarah🧸 _102sar
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If u scroll back on her IG u can see Matty in her comments since then. And they’d repost each other on their stories and stuff🥲 So not that hidden if ur a stalker like me lmao
megs ⎕ PL4YINGONMYM1ND
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thoroughly upset that i missed so much bf matty content </3
Este e.manansala
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Ignore me stalking u🤭🤭 i was indeed at that Pryzm show lol but we weren’t dating yet. And during abiior tour I saw a few UK shows but otherwise i was just in Manc working/being a bad groupie x
Este e.manansala
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Also matty is sitting beside me now and he is cool with me filling u in (it was his idea) and he says hi. and that u guys are cute
megs ⎕ PL4YINGONMYM1ND
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ohhh yes u are a working woman how could i forget!! bookstore worker/groupie same difference. thank u for responding😭 u are the coolest❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥 (also hi matty😳)
Jude 🥾🌎 ittsjudesk
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Hi Matty sorry for calling u chronically online x
Este e.manansala
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He forgives you (but it’s true imo)
liv livmymistake_
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este wait i have to know …. since u are a former bookstore girlie turned writer are u the reason matty periodically spam posts a bunch of literature on his instagram stories???? did u convert him to bookstoregirlieism??
Este e.manansala
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I am obsessed with the idea that he was illiterate before meeting me so i’m gonna say yes. thank u for that
Este e.manansala
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Liv it’s me I stole the phone and don’t appreciate this sentiment tbh. You should know I’ve always been a wanker so all the literature spams are just me letting that out and este just enables me. hope that helps x Matty
#is this even good???? i’m spiralling#like why do i feel like it isn’t giving anything.#tbsg#meste blurb#blurb#matty healy#the 1975#matty healy fanfiction#the 1975 fanfiction#matty healy x oc#matty healy fic#matty healy fluff#matty healy fanfic#fanfiction#fluff
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hi !!! i saw u said you were open for prompts, i mean this is kinda less of a prompt really, but like i loved that blackhill mission transcript thing you did a while ago and would be really cool to see some more stuff in the same vein ig ! but also maybe something like a kinda blackhill first meeting kinda thing idk !! i just love your work tho ! you really have the ability to make me feel all the emotions
OOOOO i just thought of this whilst writing this but maybe something like with clint teasing nat ab having like feelings for maria or something ?? idk i just love ur writing ! sorry these are kinda shitty hahah
NGL I took this prompt and mangled it in my hands. I heard first meeting and my brain was immediately like well that could go seventeen thousand different ways, so I sorta mashed in Clint's teasing to go along with it and made it a little more suggestive than outright shippy. Realistically, I think if Natasha is only meeting Maria for the first time, she's probably still in a place where she's not totally open to such self indulgent things as having a crush
Also, this isn't a mission transcript but I'd love to do more of them that one was really fun! I just don't really have any good ideas for the sort of things they'd have to talk about in the field besides dying haha
ANYWAY enough rambling, though you're all familiar with my inability to shut up these days. ~3k under the cut of Clint being a ballache and nat being sceptical but gay
The only person that doesn’t treat Natasha like she’s a project – or a live wire – is Clint. He’d had his fair share of looking at her with those careful eyes, something behind them that made her teeth itch in her gums like some trained dog. He doesn’t do that so much anymore, not unless she’s in a particular state and doing a very bad job at hiding it. She likes him, she thinks. He might be one of the first people in her entire life that she can truly say she likes.
Naturally, she finds herself in his quarters more often than her own. She lays on his bed as he works on something probably explosive enough to kill them both if he sneezes, and she ignores the pip of her emails as she braids a small strip of hair under her ear. She’s bored, if she’s honest, but she doesn’t want to waste her first free morning of the past fortnight on something so trivial as emails. Or helping Clint.
“You not gonna answer her?” he says without looking up from his work. He holds it close to his face, something far too small in his tweezers.
Natasha’s fingers pause in untangling her braid. “How do you know who it is?”
He still doesn’t turn in his seat, matter of fact when he speaks. “You have a different tone for Hill.”
“How did you figure that out?” She tries not to scowl at him, but she still isn’t used to feeling so see-through. Quite frankly, she’d like to be as opaque as possible, but she seems to have grown rather attached to someone with x-ray vision.
Clint puts his miniature contraption down and turns to her at last. She’s not fond of the smile on his face as he leans over the back of his chair. “You’re not the only spy on the ship. Also, you weren’t trying very hard to hide it.”
“Her emails are usually more important,” Natasha argues, not quite sure why she feels the need to defend herself on it.
Clint grins ever wider. “I never asked why. I just thought you had a massive crush on her.”
Natasha scowls fully this time. “I’ve never met her.”
He shrugs. “I don’t know what’s in those emails.”
“Shut up.”
She reaches for her phone anyway and pointedly ignores the way Clint watches her. The email is much the same as they always are, telling her about meetings and progress and such. She’s overtly professional in every one, but now that she’s thinking about it, Natasha likes the words she uses – just slightly like she enjoyed reading dictionaries as a child. Very, very rarely, Maria will let something slip in her emails that is almost like humour, and Natasha doesn’t tell Clint that she actually does enjoy receiving emails from her just for the fact that she feels a little special when that happens. She’s heard the rumours; she knows not to expect giggles and grins when it comes to the Assistant Director.
In the end, she doesn’t bother to respond to the email anyway and Clint has already turned back to his work. “Not in the mood to sext her back?”
She scowls at the back of his head. “It sounds like Laura needs to watch her back.”
“Oh, god,” he laughs. “Gross. Absolutely not. Not my type.”
“What makes you think she’s mine?”
“You need someone to match your weirdness.”
Natasha wishes she had something to throw at him. She won’t admit that she intrigues her in small ways. She doubts she’s any different from every other CEO and government lead in the world, but some small part of her feels thankful to her faceless emails. She could’ve easily overridden Clint’s choice, could’ve had her put down before she could even think to beg for forgiveness. But she’d given her a chance, and she’d kept in contact despite her supposed overbooked schedule every day since. Maria held her life in her hands at one point, and she’d given her another shot at it.
Despite everything, Natasha still doesn’t sleep well. Or, rather, because of everything, she supposes. One good month doesn’t erase a lifetime of bad – and she’s really a little hesitant to say that this month has even been good in many senses of the word. She wonders if the nights will ever get easier on her with time, or if she’s stuck with these hours of restlessness and sweat for the rest of her life. It’s not a nice thing to think about, and it doesn’t really do all that much to distract her from the shadows that still play behind her eyelids or the way the shapes of the room still seem to swim around the edges. So, she swings her legs over the side of her bed and scrubs at her face with her hands. She can appreciate, at the very least, that she isn’t handcuffed to her bed here. Somehow, that had been a hard thing to get used to. She still sleeps with one arm by the headboard.
There aren't many things to do at this hour. Clint has told her countless times that she’s perfectly welcome to pester him at any time of the night if it would make her feel even minutely better. He says he understands, and she believes him enough from the way his past lines his own face, but it doesn’t make it any easier to put into practice.
She doesn’t have a plan as she steps out into the corridors. She dresses like she’s going to the gym on the off chance that she might be able to sneak into it and punch something until she’s sweaty for reasons more tangible. She wishes the firing range was usable at this hour, but she’s sure that’s much less subtle. Still, there are some nightmares you can only really feel better by shooting at. Maybe she’ll bat her eyelashes into an hour or so at the targets tomorrow.
She passes the odd agent as she trails around the corridors and considers that the ship never really sleeps entirely. There’s always someone on the night shift, always someone pottering around with something. She thinks it would be nice to work when it’s so quiet. Maybe she should ask about changing her hours. It might be a little soon.
The gym isn’t so far from her quarters, and by the time she reaches it her shirt still feels sticky at her back and her stomach still feels like it’s alive in her ribcage. Her hopes are low enough to limbo as she presses her hand to the door, and she could almost sigh with relief when the door opens easily. She’s not against breaking in, but she likes to think she’s been doing a pretty good job of building a better reputation lately. Maybe not socially, but Maria’s emails haven’t managed to sound short lately – not since the last time she’d bypassed what she maintains was a criminally simple encryption on one of Clint’s jobs.
The gym is utterly silent at this time of the morning, which is entirely unsurprising. She doubts anyone else sensible gets out of bed for another hour or two, let alone starts their training regime. Generally, agents are allowed the privilege of breakfast before they’re worked to the bone. Natasha’s never been a fan of food so early in the morning.
She doesn’t really know when she fell out of the habit of scanning each room on this ship like someone will be waiting to haul her out of it, and she blames it firmly on her lack of sleep and nightmare slurred thoughts when she doesn’t notice the other body in the gym until it’s too late.
“I did wonder,” someone says, and Natasha’s attention snaps to one of the benches on the far side, half covered from the entrance.
It takes Natasha an almost embarrassingly drawn out moment to place her features, and she’s sure she only half succeeds in hiding her surprise into an intrigued eyebrow. The Assistant Director didn’t really strike her as the type to be in the gym when everyone is supposed to be sleeping.
“Wonder what?” she asks instead of every other question that gnaws at her head. She stays firmly planted in the middle of the room.
“Who would come in at this time.”
Oh. She’s not wondering about Natasha. She doesn’t really know what that feels a mote disappointing. She hates it when Clint asks how she’s sleeping. Maybe she just doesn’t like lying to him.
“I thought it would be empty.”
Maria places her water bottle beside her on the bench and makes absolutely no move to stand up yet. Somehow, Natasha finds it unnerving, even if she’s taller here. “It usually is,” she says simply.
Her eyes bore into her in a way that makes the back of her neck crawl. Something about her says that she’s calculating, that she’s looking at Natasha and breaking her down into little bite sized pieces. Natasha has never liked being dissected. Maria’s eyes are very blue.
“Do you usually spend your mornings here?” she asks, if only to stop Maria from burning holes into her skull and reading her thoughts directly.
It works, in the way that her gaze flicks away for the briefest moment before pinning her again in that same cool tone. “I guess you could call this morning.”
“That doesn’t answer my question.”
Maria’s eyes soften ever so slightly around the corners, and Natasha would almost call it a squint. “I’ve made a bit of a habit at this point, yes.”
She almost seems reluctant to admit it, and Natasha can’t help the way she wants to pick this woman apart. She has always liked puzzles, and people are just some of the more complex the world has to offer. She thinks she understands the rumours a little more now, even through this uncanny meeting. She wonders if Maria feels her own searching gaze as intently.
Maria stands at last, and Natasha had almost forgotten how tall she is. She thinks she preferred it when she was sitting. “Don’t let me stop you,” she says, and Natasha is silently thankful for the way that answers her question. Again, not that she wouldn’t break the rules. It’s just much harder to make an excuse when the Assistant Director is the one who catches you.
“I would’ve expected the AD to send me back to my quarters,” she notes, as forward as ever when it gets her information. She’ll admit this woman seems to be intriguing. She’s curious as to just why she’s indulging her so far.
Maria’s expressions are all very small, mere suggestions of emotions that only make Natasha want to pick her apart. “That would make me more of a hypocrite than I already am,” she says simply, almost smiling. “Are you getting on okay?” she asks instead , and her eyes are on her like she’s deciphering her again. She’s closer now, making direct eye contact, and Natasha holds it like a game. “Besides the obvious, of course.”
Natasha tries not to scowl. God, does she hate when people pretend like they know her. “What’s the obvious?”
Maria raises one eyebrow ever so slightly, her expression caught somewhere to amusement. “Did the Red Room have you in the routine of training at four in the morning?”
“Sometimes.” They both know that’s not the reason that she’s here, as much as Natasha wishes Maria didn’t.
Her eyes are almost soft. Almost like she truly cares about her. Natasha doesn’t like to let herself believe the sort of things that might cost her later. “Half of the people on this ship struggle with it, Romanoff,” she says, nearly gentle in the silence around them. “You don’t have to be ashamed of it.”
She can almost imagine her setting a heavy hand on her shoulder as she says it, though Maria remains in her own space. She’s still slightly too close for what Natasha is used to however, and it’s the first time she realises the darkness under her eyes. Her face is lined, something bone deep that she doubts ever goes away. It lends her a certain sort of…imperfection that makes her seem a whole lot more human. For everything she’s heard, though she knows to take gossip with a healthy grain of salt, she could almost imagine Hill to be some sort of robot, some living excel sheet.
Standing in front of her, she sort of just looks like a woman who could do with some sleep. She looks like a woman who has spent the last who-knows-how-many hours beating out her own past the same way Natasha intends to. She won’t call it affection. It doesn’t mean Natasha likes the way she looks straight through her any more.
“You have any tips?” she says, aiming for something playful. She really, really just wants her to stop looking at her like she can figure her out right here in the middle of the room. Maybe if she seems better than she is, she’ll leave her alone. She’d rather her conduct a genuine vivisection out on the boxing ring floor if she’s going to continue to examine her.
She’s certain Maria almost smiles at that, a tug at the corner of her lips that is almost sad, almost conspirational. She shrugs ever so slightly. “Shooting things usually helps.”
Natasha tries not to scowl like a child. As if she wouldn’t be there right now if she could get away with it. “I’m on supervised arms training.”
This time, Maria does smile, though Natasha thinks she’d have missed it if she blinked. “Not from tomorrow,” she says plainly, and Natasha can only watch her walk away without another word.
The door closes behind her, and Natasha lets herself furrow her eyebrows as deeply as she likes. She is overtly aware that she is not being let off of supervised training tomorrow. She’s aware that she has been seen as a weapon and an explosive since the moment Clint forgot that he was meant to shoot her. Somehow, she doesn’t think that Maria is one to tease.
It makes it very hard to punch things as effectively as she’d like to when she can only think after Maria. She wonders what keeps her up at night. She wonders what else she does to get rid of the shadows. She wonders why on earth she would let her off of the hook so early. For all they know, Natasha might decide to defect back. She might’ve been biding her time until she could get a hand on one of those guns outside of the range. She’d never even dream of it, of course. She’d rather be supervised for every split second a gun is in her hands for the rest of her life than have to go back to her life before. She wonders just how deep Maria managed to dig. She wonders if she really is all that transparent after all.
She finds herself in Clint’s quarters again as thoughtlessly as breathing. Every spare minute in her schedule that lines up with his, she’ll spend hiding from the rest of the world. This time, she’s sitting in his chair, her knees resting against the edge of his desk so that she can spin it slightly from side to side. Clint is behind her in his bunk, his arms tucked up behind his head and his eyes closed. It’s only 2pm. Natasha wishes she could have a nap too.
“Is she always like that?” she says on a whim, her thoughts still stuck on tired eyes and snap decisions.
“Like what?” Clint asks, completely brushing over her lack of context.
“So…intense.”
“Ah, we’re back on Hill. Yes.” He falls silent again, and Natasha listens to his breath. “Hold on.” His eyes open and his head turns on his pillow to face her. “Did you meet her? When?”
“This morning.”
“You were at the range this morning.”
“Before that.”
“You were asleep before that.” She doesn’t answer, and that tells him everything in as little effort as possible. “Natasha.”
She doesn’t meet his eye. “It’s better than moping.”
“You don’t need to mope. You can come wake me up.”
“But then you don’t sleep.”
“Tasha, do you really think I’m sleeping well either half the time?”
She stays silent again, staring intently at the dimples Clint’s chair has made in the carpet.
“How did you even find her?” he asks eventually, giving up the argument for the countless time. “She’s practically booked to the minute.”
“She was in the gym when I got there.”
“I’m going to skip over the fact that you’d rather punch something until you bleed than come and bug me. Was it worth it? Was she all sweaty and hot? Did you two finally canoodle in person?”
She doesn’t dignify his jokes with a response, her thoughts plain in her expression. “I don’t think she sleeps well either. She looked tired.”
Clint grins a little. “You paying attention to her face?”
Natasha scowls at him. “It’s normal to look someone in the eye.”
“Mhm…” He retucks his arms under his head, settling back against his pillow. “It’s for sure normal to think about them all morning.”
“She took me off of probation,” she says, almost in a rush, like maybe this will change the subject – maybe a little bit like she’s admitting something.
“Oh you definitely have a crush on her. It’s like she’s trying to get in your pants. Remind me never to read your emails.”
Natasha only squints at him, wishing once again that she had something appropriate to throw. The urge distracts her enough that she never does reject the notion. And when she finds herself imagining Maria’s secret little smile in those few and far casual emails, she decides that Clint doesn’t need to know. She’s not been given many chances in her life, and she thinks she could make space in her life for two instead of one. She wonders if Maria would ever want a gym buddy on long nights and promptly decides not to think any deeper into it.
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Only love can hurt like this
Pairing: Stephen Strange x F!Reader (Max, replace with any name u like)
Summary: In order to save him, she had to place a curse on herself
Word count: 2.1k
Warnings: Hanahaki disease, angst, blood, unrequited love
A/N: Here you guys go. Sorry for the angst, if it wasn’t clear enough this is set after the events in MoM. I hope you guys like it and feel free to comment abt what you think. I’ll take this time to ask a genuine question, since my stories are mostly in third person, would yall be ok if i just keep using the name Max but yall feel free to replace it with anyth.
Max clutched onto her chest, wheezing and coughing onto the ground as blood spilled from her lips. Falling helplessly to the ground the moment she managed to stumble into her own private quarters.
“I love you in every universe.”
The words replayed in her head, like an endless loop despite the pain she was going through. For all she knew, it was making the pain worse as her heart beat against her rib cage and Max felt her head constrict at every beat, her ears ringing In pain. She laid on the ground, blood splattered all over her floors that she couldn’t be bothered to clean knowing that the fits were coming in more often and soon her floors would be even more stained with blood. Her breathing erratic, she clenched her jaw in pain. Why must she have heard that line?
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The curse settled in too quickly for Max’s own liking. Not that she had taken the time to research chaos magic but how quickly it settled in almost proved how one sided her love for Stephen was.
“You know it won’t come for free.” Max nodded, “He’s going to die Agatha. I can’t allow that.” Agatha scoffed slightly, “This isn’t a fairytale Max, if I perform this curse, it would not be a happy ending.” Max thought back to Stephen’s weakened state, hanging on by a thread in the sanctum when he was hit with a deadly blow. Poison seeping in his veins slowly killing him and no one could figure out how to save him. Max swallowed the lump in her throat at the sight. “Just do it Agatha. You’re the only one who would do this to me without questioning that much” Agatha stepped forward, her fingers gracing her cheek lightly. “All this? For a man. Such a waste Max.” Agatha’s fingers moved in a pattern. “For Stephen’s Strange life, you would agree to die a painful death slowly if you have feelings for Stephen and these feelings are not returned”
“I agree.” Max agreed immediately, she got hit with a painful blast. Coughing violently before blinking, it didn’t hurt as much as she thought it would. “The curse is in you. Seal it with a kiss to that doctor and the curse will be in effect.” Max nodded before disappearing through a portal.
When everyone was asleep that day, she gently pressed a kiss to him and Max saw the veins on his hands that turned black from the poison slowly disappear. His breathing evening out , he sucked in a breath and bolted upright. Max wiped her lips immediately, clearing her throat and with a hand clutched against her chest from the curse becoming effective. She smiled, “you’re back.”
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Max stepped back into the sanctum. “Dinner is ready.” Wong smiled, it was rare that they would have dinner together considering how all of them were busy. Max saw Stephen sitting in his blue robes at the dining table, she clutched onto her chest subconsciously, awaiting the pain that would come. “I-I’m fine. I ate before.” She excused, cursing slightly at her hoarse voice as she felt the blood rising in her throat already.
“You sound terrible.”
“Just a bad day.” Stephen stood up from his seat, his doctor persona overcoming him. Max flinched away when he was near her, from the pain that was slowly bothering her and also from his prying eyes. She did not need a medical diagnosis now. “I’ll go to sleep first.” Max fake yawned, smiling politely before rushing back to her quarters.
“Did I do something wrong?” Stephen questioned, Wong shrugged. “She’s been rather distant after I assisted her help to save the multiverse.” Stephen explained. “Maybe she’s just exhausted. She’s been looking rather weak these days .”Wong simply replied which sparked even more of a concern from Stephen.
Max fell to the ground, her knees getting scraped by the hard wooden floor. Her body bent over as she let out retches, her stomach felt like it was flipping inside out but nothing came out except for blood. Max felt herself getting dizzy at the amount of blood lost and the headache from each violent cough. “Fuck fuck fuck” Max cursed, the pain only got worse as days passed, she thought of just ending the pain, the suffering but deep down, she felt that it was being unfair to the people who truly cared about her. Then her thoughts gravitated towards him again and another fit overcame her.
Stephen stood outside her room, a plate of of food in his hands. He knocked lightly, “Max, there was some leftovers and I doubt you ate much so come and have some.” He shouted through her door. Max didn’t respond, he sighed. “If I did anything wrong Max, I’m sorry but I’m genuinely concerned for your- please, can we talk?” he pleaded through the door. His cloak nudged him a little, he clicked his tongue in annoyance at it but his hands found the doorknob anyways. “I’m coming in.” He called out.
The sight that greeted him turned his blood cold. Max was sprawled out on the floor, clearly unconscious next to a disturbingly large amount of blood. Traces of dried up blood on her chin and her hands were covered with smudged blood. “Max!” He called out, quickly falling to his knees to help her. His cloak helped carried her to her bed where he assessed her for any injuries. Contemplating a little at undressing her but decided that it was the only way to tell if the damage was because of any injuries. His eyebrows furrowed at the veins that were bulging through her chest near her heart, that definitely wasn’t normal. His fingers gently traced the veins and it revealed the flower that was formed with the veins on her heart, when his fingers pressed against it. Max shot up and pushed his hands away. Taking quick breaths, although Max felt that barely any oxygen made it to her lungs. “Max, I was-” “Fuck off Stephen” Max gritted out. Her heart clenching at her cold attitude towards him. “You’re not ok Max. Let me help-” He replied stubbornly. “You’re only-” Max crawled to the floor before a mouthful of blood escaped her. She groaned in pain, almost screaming at how tight her heart felt, as though it was about to combust. Stephen’s eyes then caught sight of the multiple ancient books on her desk, his heart dropped. Witchcraft. “You made a deal with a witch didn’t you?”He questioned, his brain rushing for any spells to help ease her pain. “Stephen” She moaned, pointing to the door. “Not the time please, I- you’re making the pain worse.” Stephen frowned in concern but stood up to leave anyways. He stood outside the closed door, “Is this helping?” he asked. “A little” She grunted. A series of violent coughs escaped her and Stephen turned his back, almost running into the library.
“Witchcraft.” He repeated in his mind. Wong jumped when the sorcerer barged into the library looking distressed. “Whats wrong?” Wong asked, Stephen pulled a book out, his words coming out at an impossible speed that Wong almost couldn’t catch what he was saying. When the words finally clicked in his mind, the sorcerer supreme’s heart dropped for his close friend. “Stephen. There’s nothing we can do.” He placed a hand on Stephen’s shoulder. Stephen ignored him, “Anything can be solved. There must be-”
“Stephen,” Wong made Stephen look at him.
“The deal she made, the flower, if she’s already experiencing the effects that means her only recovery method has been long gone.” Stephen frowned, “So there is a recovery method. We just need-” “There is nothing we can do about unrequited feelings Stephen!” Wong shouted, trying to knock some sense into the sorcerer before him. “Unrequited?” Stephen muttered. Wong nodded, taking in a sharp breath. “Hanahaki disease. It was known to be fictional for a long time, the person suffering supposedly would cough up flowers but that’s a myth, they would essentially be coughing up blood, or losing blood every single day through the most painful ways and they would finally die when they reach the day where they run out of blood to cough out and the heart stops beating.” Stephen’s eyes studied Wong. Wong wiped the tears forming in his eyes, “Only a witch is capable of inducing that disease but it usually is the price for a life or death deal. For reviving or prolonging someone’s time. This disease comes from unrequited feelings because for the dying or dead person to overcome their fate of death, Max's heart would have to beat for them so if Max’s heart is beating for someone whose heart didn’t belong to her, the heart would eventually get tired and give up. The more Max witnesses that it’s one sided or the more her feelings grow for that person, the weaker she gets. The only cure is for the person to love her back but we all know that we can’t control who we fall for.” “Idiot. A fucking Idiot. Did she think this was a fairytale she was living in?” Stephen scolded, his hands running through his hair. “Who’s the person she stupidly did this for?” Stephen asked, Wong could tell Stephen was breaking down on the inside despite the calm facade he kept on. Wong flinched, if Stephen said that Max said that Stephen was making the pain worse. The person she is suffering so much for could only be the man before himself.
“I don’t know” Wong replied instead.
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“He’s fine. Keeping himself busy, he checks on you at ungodly hours, when you don’t notice. He doesn’t want to make your condition worse but he doesn’t know he’s the cause of it all.” Max put on a weak smile. Wong’s heart pained for his friend, her cheeks were hollow, her face pale , eyes swollen from the lack of sleep. She looked like she already had a foot in the grave. “I don’t have much time Wong. I- my body is threatening to shut down anytime and when my body fails to repair itself when I’m unconscious… I want you to give him this.” Max passed Wong a letter. The letter had Stephen’s name scrawled on it, Drops of blood decorated the letter. Wong swallowed, “I’ll take care of him.” Max smiled, “I know you will. Please don’t let him bury himself in guilt.”
Stephen,
You’ll be happy to know that you’re right all along. I’m a hopeless romantic, an idiot you would say. To die knowing that the person I love doesn’t love me back is cruel, but in a weird twisted way, it’s romantic because I know he will continue on living his life. Knowing that he isn’t six feet under is a strange comfort.
This curse is placed on me because I made the deal. I made it so that you could survive so I hope you don’t waste that chance away, don’t bury yourself in guilt , smile and be smug knowing that despite all my insults thrown at you, I would die for you. The pain, only love could hurt like this.
To be honest, I hate hope. When she placed the curse on me telling me that it wouldn’t affect me if you returned my feelings. I hate that I went in telling myself that I would be fine, maybe you do like me and I trusted in that, until the effects came in, and I lived everyday with the pain, a painful reminder of the truth. But I don’t blame you, because now even as I am dying and barely having enough energy to do anything, I’m sitting here writing this letter with the last of my strength, telling you to take care of yourself and live your life.
I love you Stephen, and you don’t need to be sorry. We can’t choose who we fall for, just know that I would be there for you no matter what.
Lets see each other again someday
Max, your hopeless idiot.
Stephen’s hands shook. Tears running freely from his face as he sat by her bedside. Her body next to his, the Heart Rate Monitor at a slow pace, threatening to come to a stop at any second. He buried his face in his hands as he sobbed.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t notice sooner, please. I have so much yet to tell you.” He held onto her hand when the heart Monitor started flatlining, a sudden few beats in between the line. Stephen weeped, leaning over her cold body as he placed a shaky kiss onto her forehead.
“I love you too, I’m sorry I took too long.”
“If I see you again, I won’t waste any time anymore.” He promised before leaving the room. Trying his best to keep it together, to not fall into a destructive behaviour.
He missed the pattern on the heart rate monitor as the flat line slowly turned into a steady heartbeat again.
#stephen strange#stephen strange angst#stephen strange x reader#dr strange x reader#benedict cumberbatch x reader
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Day 28 - Massage
Xingqiu & Chongyun (Genshin Impact)
a/n: guess what?! it’s ANOTHER xingyun fic (i can’t get enough of them) i don’t know which one this is but technically it’s been in my drafts for a long while so i decided to use it for tktober ofc since it fit the theme LOLLL hope u guys enjoy!! this MIGJT be the last prompt being written for tktober.
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For the past few days, something felt off. Xingqiu seemed a bit.. tense whenever he and Chongyun hung out. As dense as Chongyun was, it didn’t take long for him to figure out the reason behind his friend’s behavior. Xingqiu was stressed. And frustrated. It felt as though he just couldn’t relax. No matter how much he tried to hide it, Chongyun had known him for far too long and far too long to see right through his act.
The only issue was that Chongyun had no idea what to do. He didn’t know how to help him. He wasn’t the second son of one of the most important guilds in Liyue, maybe even Teyvat. He couldn’t imagine the pressure and stress that came from that. Though, he was often stressed from his congenital positivity and being an exorcist, so he thought about what Xingqiu had done for him in those situations.
Perhaps he could go out and treat Xingqiu? No, he was sure Xingqiu wouldn’t like that— when they went out, Xingqiu always insisted he pay and wouldn’t take no for an answer. He felt that Xingqiu wouldn’t want him to waste his money, when Xingqiu had so much. Or.. he could buy him a gift. A book? No, that wouldn’t work either. While Xingqiu ranted endlessly about his books, so he had a general idea of what he liked, he couldn’t be sure Xingqiu hadn’t already read it. He grumbled as he pondered longer, until he could come up with an idea.
He went off to Xingqiu’s house, a new feeling of determination taking over him. It was a bit late and the exorcist offhandedly wondered whether he should wait until tomorrow. He decided against it, though, because he knew Xingqiu wouldn’t mind his arrival. He wasn’t able to come by earlier, since Xingqiu had been too busy with his duties, but he knew that Xingqiu would often retire around this time. It was around this time Xingqiu would sneak out to meet up with him.
Xu, who had answered the door, when Chongyun knocked, sighed in reliec. He likely knew that something had been wrong with Xingqiu lately so he let Chongyun in immediately. Chongyun thanked him, walking the familiar path to Xingqiu’s quarters. Often, guests would have to be escorted, but the exorcist supposed that Xu trusted him enough to be alone.
Reaching Xingqiu’s door, Chongyun brought his hand to knock before hesitating. Would it be too awkward to offer him a back massage? Of course, it wouldn’t be able to solve the problem, but it could offer some relief. That had been Chongyun’s original idea, but the closeness.. and the touching could make him feel awkward, even if it was a normal thing.
“No,” he decided, whispering to himself. “If Xingqiu didn’t want it, he would say so.” Xingqiu had always been blunt with. honeybun. He took a deep breath, knocking on the wooden door, once and then twice.
“Yes?” He heard a clearly exhausted, but familiar voice on the other side of the door, muffled. Chongyun didn’t say anything, as he took it as an invite to enter. Wrapping his fingers around the cool handle, he pushed it open, revealing the room which was dark aside from the small lamp on the desk. Apparently, that was not what he was supposed to do as Xingqiu, laying down on the bed, shot up immediately and glared at him.
“I did not give you permiss—“ Xingqiu began, a sharp tilt to his voice. He stopped, his eyes widening and all anger relinquished. He cleared his throat and Chongyun thinks that his face was red, but it was too dark to see. “Oh, Chongyun! I apologize. I wasn’t aware that you had come to visit.”
“Sorry for just coming in.” Chongyun mumbled, observing the other. He looked.. rough, to say the least. Perhaps he had been staring too long when Xingqiu had sent him a questioning gaze and he shook his head, fidgeting with his fingers.
“That is a right reserved for only you.” Xingqiu admitted, seemingly guilty. Chongyun would never admit his heart going crazy in a way he should not for his friend, but remembered what he was here for.
“I just wanted to.. well, would you like a back massage? To help you relax?” Chongyun asked, waiting. The embarrassment slowly settled in when Xingqiu’s face shifted from shocked to an amused smirk.
“Oh? My dear Chongyun is offering to give me a back massage? I thought you exorcised spirits, not.. knots.” Xingqiu teased, cheekily. Chongyun sighed, crossing his arms.
“Please never say that again.”
“Fine, fine. I won’t tease. That’s sweet of you.” Xingqiu smiles.
“So, is that a yes?” Chongyun asked, confused. Xingqiu considered it. A back massage did sound nice…
“Well, then I accept gratefully.” Xingqiu nodded, a soft smile grazing his face. Chongyun patted his hand down on the bed, gesturing him to lie down. Silently, he moved to sit on top of Xingqiu, straddling him. Chongyun began kneading his back, rolling into the skin with his thumbs. A satisfied groan left the other’s lips almost instantly. The exorcist let out a relieved breath, glad to see Xingqiu enjoying it and increased the pressure slightly.
“Hffff…” Suddenly, Xingqiu seemed to tense up and.. was he squirming? The exorcist leaned forward, easing the pressure of his hands, to take a look at Xingqiu’s face. He was surprised to see a crooked smile, as if he was trying to.. suppress something. The other, noticing Chongyun was staring, buried his face in the pillow as the tips of his ears slowly turned red. Chongyun was a bit concerned and almost stopped, until he heard faint giggles.
“Xingqiu?” He asked, wondering what could have sparked that sort of reaction. Why was Xingqiu laughing. All Xingqiu did was let out a hum, as if trying to act casually. “Does this.. hurt?” Chongyun continued his movements, slowly.
Xingqiu didn’t respond and began to shake. Chongyun furrowed his eyebrows. What was going on? Was the pressure too hard? He lessened the pressure but if anything, it just made things worse as Xingqiu jolted, letting out a squeal.
Chongyun removed his hands, immediately, fear coursing though him for a split second, fearing he had hurt his best friend. Then, it finally dawned on him.
“Wait.. Xingqiu, are you ticklish?” Chongyun gasped. It all made sense now! That’s what the strange reactions were! Unluckily for Xingqiu, he seemed to take his question as Chongyun mocking him as he turned his head away, his face blossoming a deep red.
“I— what, no! Chongyun, y-you just startled me, that’s all!” Xingqiu stammered out a response, muffled by the pillow and the fact he was turned away from him. Chongyun was oblivious quite a bit, but anyone could tell he was lying. No one laughed at being startled. And well, Xingqiu only ever stuttered when he was flustered or lying. Or even both.
So, Chongyun knew it was a lie. He honestly was a bit curious, but he decided to let it go and focus at the actual task. Then, he thought about it. Couldn’t tickling help people relax? He recalled a time when Xingqiu did that to him and when it was over, he was feeling floaty and well, much better than he was before.
His face shifted from an innocent and understanding smile to a mischievous grin. He didn’t bother hiding it, since Xingqiu wasn’t looking at him anyway. He put his hands back on Xingqiu’s back, kneading it carefully. Xingqiu jumped, likely shocked that Chongyun decided to keep going, but he seemed to let him continue, as his laughs slowly and awkwardly began to pour out.
Chongyun inched closer to his ribs and sides, finding it adorable how ticklish Xingqiu was. Being on the receiving end the majority of the time, it was easy to forget that Xingqiu was as ticklish as he was, if not more. It felt nice to.. be the one to do it for him for once.
“Eheheheh…” Xingqiu giggled when Chongyun poked at his ribs, no longer under the guise of massaging him. Chongyun beamed. He lightly scratched over the sensitive ridges, delighted in the way Xingqiu’s face slowly became a rosy red.
“Does it feel nice?” Chongyun asked, though he was sure Xingqiu was enjoying it. He was squirming, but he didn’t seem to be telling Chongyun to stop.
Xingqiu didn’t answer, burying his face in the pillow. “Hahaha, C-Chongyun!”
“Yes, Xingqiu?” He answered, quite casually. Xingqiu didn’t respond; he only laughed more as Chongyun scribbles his fingers right under his ribs.
“Y-you cheheheheeky lihihittle…!” Xingqiu cried as Chongyun let out a mock gasp.
“You’re calling me names now?!”
“Shuhuhut uhuhhup!” Xingqiu giggled. Chongyun, which he had just realized, had a different method of tickling that Xingqiu did. While Xingqiu’s were more precise and calculated, his were more.. all over the place. Not that it mattered much. Perhaps it was a good method or perhaps Xingqiu was so ticklish that any method worked. He traced his fingers down his torso. Chongyun testingly squeezed his side with his left hand, excited to see another reaction from Xingqiu.
It was hilarious, really. Seeing Xingqiu flailing so much. He supposed it would be hard to move when he was being straddled and he was laying in his stomach. He knew it from experience. Specifically from the one under him. Really all Xingqiu could do was laugh and Chongyun made sure to savor every second of it.
“Chohohongyuhuhun!” Xingqiu sputtered. So far, all Chongyun had been hearing was giggles. Was there anywhere that would make him go crazy? He turned around quickly so that he was facing Xingqiu’s legs and giving Xingqiu a short break. “W-whahahat are you doing?!”
He sounded panicked. Did this mean that his worse spot really was somewhere on his legs? His thighs? His feet? Chongyun reached his hands down to the backs of the other’s thighs, squeezing it gently, eliciting a squeal from Xingqiu.
“Nohohoho!” Still giggles. So this wasn’t his worse spot. He looked at his feet. Xingqiu was wearing black socks. Chongyun leaned over and ran a finger down his sole. Other than an embarrassed gasp, his reaction wasn’t much different than his thighs.
Suddenly, his eyes caught a glimpse of the back of Xingqiu’s knees when an idea popped into his head. He wasn’t very ticklish there but Xingqiu had tried to tickle him there before. He knew other people were ticklish there, too. So maybe….?
He scribbled the back of Xingqiu’s knee and the sound that left the other’s mouth is something Chongyun knew wouldn’t leave his kind for days. He howled and burst into loud, boisterous laughter, kicking his legs with more desperation than before.
Chongyun smiled, feeling a sense of pride.
“N-nAHAHAHAHA C-CHOHOHONGYUN! N-nohOHOHO…!” Xingqiu squawked, pounding his fists on the bed. Chongyun lightly traced the inner parts of Xingqiu’s knee with a smile of nothing but pure glee.
“This is it! This is your worst spot, isn’t it?” Chongyun asked, already knowing the answer.
Either Xingqiu hadn’t heard him or he had decided not to dignify him with a response because all that had left Xingqiu’s mouth was shrilled laughter.
“PlehEHEHEASE NOHOHOHO MOHORE!” He squealed. Chongyun slid off of Xingqiu, not wanting to cross his boundaries. Xingqiu laid motionless beside him as his laughter slowly died down and all that could be heard was the sound of Xingqiu trying to cat his breath.
“Y-you sure had fun, didn’t you..?” Xingqiu breathed out, sending him a half-hearted glare. Chongyun gave him a nervous smile.
“I did… you’re more ticklish than I thought.” He rubbed the back of his neck.
“I’m glad you take enjoyment in my suffering.”
“I doubt you suffered that much.” Xingqiu looked at him, face still red from the tickling, Chongyun assumed.
“What makes you think that?” Xingqiu muttered, agitated.
“You never said stop.” Xingqiu froze like a deer in headlights for just a second before he stuffed his face in the pillow. If Chongyun squinted, he could vaguely see the tips of Xingqiu’s ears going red but he just guessed he was seeing things. “Well?”
“Well what?” Xingqiu’s voice was muffled in the pillow.
“You did enjoy it, didn’t you?” Chongyun asked. Xingqiu turned his head away from him.
“…I didn’t hate it.” Chongyun grinned.
“Then that means my plan worked!”
“Plan?” Xingqiu looked at him. His face had returned a normal color.
“To cheer you up, of course.” Xingqiu paused, expression unreadable before it flashed into something more smug.
“Aw, you were worried about me, weren’t you, dear?” He sent a knowing smile to the exorcist and Chongyun chuckled nervously.
“Well, I— I mean that’s what friends are for, right.”
“Yeah. Thank you, Chongyun.” Xingqiu looked pleased, much better compared to his stressed expression at the beginning of the night. “Now, it’s getting late. Why don’t you stay the night?”
“Alright. Thank you for letting me stay.” Chongyun scooted up to Xingqiu beside the bed. There was a couch in his bedroom that Chongyun had used only twice. It was only when they first became friends, but now it was a habit for them to just sleep together side-by-side, basking in one another’s presence.
Xingqiu switched off the lamp that dimly lit the room, settling down next to the exorcist. It didn’t take much time for Chongyun to fall asleep.
“Thank you.” Xingqiu muttered, before he felt himself doze off as well. He felt much better.
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august help rat and i are going absolutely feral over running minds au . i didnt even know anything abt fnaf before this but i have been CONVERTED homestly . i need to ficify it so bad . God . oh right thats why im here i was wondering if you have like any writing tips ?? because i have Zero Clue what im doing and you are By Far the best writer out of everyone i know Shoves microphone in your face whats your advice to someone who has like never written ever . actually i have an unrelated actually pretty decent quarter-ish of a fanfic sitting in my notes app but i barely remember how i Did That so it doesn't count i dont remember what wizardry i performed to materialize all those Words
OKAY OKAY OKAY ive figured it alllll out. its honestly not much but it's My process. LETS A GO
august's shitass guide to all things fanfiction and planning (which is near nonexistant!) 🔥
i will be using my current nano project for this because honestly this is the epitamy of writing i have right now and i love talkin about it. sooooo GOOOO
1: Bare Basics
the tagline. the who when what where why. why are u writing this fanfic. for me its the Talking: i want my angel and demon to talk about Feelings, so im gonna make them talk about FEELINGS. this is personal fulfillment. it might take a while to get there, but i want them to TALK. for you, i suppose would be for ford and michael to meet and go on whimscal adventures. basics!
2: How To Get There
so how are we making aziraphale and crowley talk. how are we getting ford and michael afton smushed together in the multiverse. you, of course, have told me how that works. now is it important enought to flesh that out before the rest or just needs to be explained in a quick flashback? your pick, but since my topic is so vague, i definitely need context before it. that, my friend, is up to you. nothing much more to it. if u dont know how to start a fic, just explain how we got to what's intriguing about it (the crossover :))
3: Notes.
now is where the process BEGINS. what happens in the story. i usually start with miscellanous bullet points--everything i want to happen, no matter the order it'll happen, in a little page. here's a picture of one of my pages ib my notebook, with things i want to happen in my titanic fic (handwriting reveal?!??!) (TEA, IF UR READING THIS SOMEHOW, DONT LOOK AT THE IMAGES🫵🫵🫵) (SORY FOR HURRIED SCRIBLES, I WAS TRYNA REMEMBER IT ALL)
there's literally no order. just stuff that need to be there, there. even if its as simple as the au coming to fruition, or even just one conversation, PUT IT THERE. its all the appeal. what you're doing this for. dontforget....
4: Outlines
now, before i tell you how to do this, there really isn't a way. here's a picture of my timeline for the fic mentioned earlier (not the titanic fic) (TEA AND OTHER READERS OF THE SERIES, ALSO DO NOT LOOK TYYYY ❤️❤️)
see? complicated as fuck. it doesnt have to be that way tho, obviously: each chapter or one shot could be as simple as "michael is fucking ZAPPED, and meets ford" it just has to be something to work with. (i, on the other hand, need extensive help. so. there's the thing above. theres eve more its just online)
there really isn't too much other than that in the planning department. understand why you're doing it, know how to get there, and PLAN. detail it out. idk if this is an adequet explanation actually. if u need more specifics i can try again, but is what i got. do what works for you, work at ur pace, and such like. it doesnt have to be at this level, or even close. have fucking fun, dude. if u need morehelp, pls ask, or even consult blogs that help out specifcally for that stuff. GOOD LUCK!!!!! <3
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carmennnnnnnnnn hi. I hope u get a jovalencia icon to match the url cuz I love crisana but Joa & kelsey is simply the vibe. also since u didn’t ask i hope u saw my post about me driving crush girl and her roommate and their stuff to their little yurt transportation tomorrow . Since I’m down bad or whatever the fuck. anyways what is ur new job i hope it goes well i hope u get to hang out w the people you like at home for the summer and replenish ur energy a little etc etc and i preemptively hope school part 2 goes ok for u <3 also love that ur sister is being nice to u now that’s all ok bye :)
hiiiiiiii maya literally jo and kelsey are so important they’re literally us and skam austin is the american remake and dani is coming to america so ofc those have to be the matching icons come on. I did see your post about driving crush girl and I love that you’re using it as a substitute for being emotionally vulnerable that’s very funny. hope you get to kiss her some day if not get well soon. I work at the gas station!!!! which is suuuuuuch a first summer home from college job and also half the reason I applied was so I could be like **** in ********* by ******** on ao3 and there’s not enough money in the world to make me unredact that but just know it’s a fanfiction I read last august and it changed my life because it was literally august before I started my first year of college. you know how it is. and thank you I hope it goes well too but if it doesn’t I know it has an expiration date of mid september. god bless. I also hope I can hang out with some people I like maybe even some old friends I haven’t seen since I graduated that would be nice. and again I also hope that next school year goes well for me bc if it doesn’t I swear to God I’m dropping out I can’t do this shit. but I will keep a positive outlook for now, I have a class on dinosaurs next quarter :). also my sister is nice to me most of the time but she’ll randomly say something so mean like most recently that I can recall it was the night we washed wendi and her friend (side note this friend is like if kelsey russell skam austin was a real person like it’s actually scary how similar they are) had just sent me all the pics and I have a spam account on Instagram that I Love posting on and I was trying to figure out what pictures to use and I guess my sister was annoyed with me bc she got all mad and was like “carmen.” and I was like “what” and she just said “you’re not that special” like okay???? I just wanted to post silly pictures of my cat. I brought it up yesterday and she was like “I don’t remember saying that why did I say that” like bitch idk. but yes it’s true she doesn’t actively call me a horrible person to my face anymore🫶 that was when she was dating her horse girl ex. weird ass era. speaking of the horse girl ex, she’s giving kelsey friend the daniel treatment rn like she’s being so rude and poor kelsey friend feels so awful. like FUCK horse girl ex for REAL
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also you are so right the mission of every character is to deceive people and be something entirely different or confusing or shocking. case in point FATHER ZAJHERA IF THAT'S EVEN HOW YOU SPELL IT. but oh man also. after the diagram (although i haven't gotten to pore through the full family tree yet) a lot more things Make Sense like it's just so interesting. wouldn't u like to be a centuries old guy that got killed BUT NOT REALLY because your magic necklace was like haha. no. and so now you did this to historians. you're making them suffer like this.
re: "Not everyone knows the same things or is up to date on everything, and instead of having off-page explanations or saying things like "we caught so-and-so up to date on everything" some of the characters! Are lacking a lot of information sometimes!" YEAH. YES. JUST. obviously i'm only on the second book so far and i've only met so many people, ninavis and dorna and even janel/brother qown not really knowing the full details of the story they're telling/hearing is SO INTERESTING!! and SO COOL to me as well bc that is just!!! life!!!! and what a life it is so many people in the same room with all the different pieces of the puzzle. OUGH i love these books so much already not only bc i get to share them with you but also just because. the sheer amount of things that are so well done and real-world feeling and just. complex while also not making the thing dense like other books (cough cough. priory of the orange tree) tend to do with so many characters (sometimes even less!) and a large empire and so much politics. so good
Are you even an a chorus of dragons character if you're not simultaneously three other people at the same time? well. there are actually a fair number of characters who are just one person, but there's also so many who are other people too.
Also, I find it hilarious that really it's just this one family tree that's fucked beyond recognition. Because it's a super important and powerful necklace, so they've kept it in the family, and it keeps getting used within the family and so now genealogists will forever hate this one family and this one family in particular. Everyone else is unaffected by the stone of shackles its Just Them.
It is just life! Obviously I understand the convenience of keeping all your characters on the same page, especially if they're all working in close quarters together and see each other a lot, but when that isn't the case? It's so much fun to play with different knowledge and perspective, how it informs your actions. There's a scene in book 5 (this is vague, not spoiling, dw) where one character figures out something another character has been trying to work out for a while, but they're simply not in the same location for a while so character 2 just!! Doesn't know! even though they're trying to find out and a main character already figured it out! and that's both infuriating (in a good way) and SO fun. because that's realistic! just because one character figures something out doesn't mean another finds out in a timely manner.
I also love sharing these books with you this is like the highlight of my day every time you send an ask i explode (good). But you're right, that's something I'm impressed by; yes, the books are unbelievably complicated and in-depth, but it doesn't drag. And it doesn't accomplish that by rushing through everything either. It takes some effort on our parts to engage, but if you put it in? Beautiful story, world, and experience. We know enough to differentiate places, characters, beliefs, etc, but we're not spending an eternity explaining each either. Lyons is showing off and she should be. staring in awe
#a chorus of dragons#quil's queries#soryasongsaa#i genuinely don't know if I'll ever find a book that tops this#like it has simply set the bar so incredibly high and is so precious to me#like. what could possibly compete
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A Moment Of Respite
Rating Teen And Up Audiences
Archive Warning Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Category: M/M
Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV
Relationship: G'raha Tia | Crystal Exarch/Warrior of Light
Characters:
G'raha Tia | Crystal Exarch
Warrior of Light (Final Fantasy XIV)
Miqo'te Characters (Final Fantasy XIV)
Additional Tags:
CAT BOYS BEIN CAT BOIS
u ever just meet someone thats ur type and ur like hmmm
Slightly suggestive
Language:English
Words:3,960
ao3 link!
summary: Eulmore has taken their stance against the Crystarium, but with doubts flooding through the warrior of light, how is he to cope?
notes: This was an old and short drabble I cooked up before starting Shadowbringers so the writing is a bit baby but I went back and tried to tweak it a bit because uhhhh it was kind of a daring idea of mine~ lmao hope it's good nonetheless!
Another day filled with endless quests passed the young warrior of light, as per his usual run. It was nice though, getting to explore the entirely new region that was Norvrandt. The flowery fields of Il Mheg, the melancholic forests of Lakeland that, even when overrun by sin eaters, was still wistfully beautiful. Though it had hardly gotten his mind off of the previous day, what with the citizens in the Crystarium sending him all around town to pick up small things like bread and butter, his mind still raced with thoughts of how the rest of Lakeland was faring, and he hardly had time to think about the impending doom they still might face as well, though the Scions and the Exarch both insist he take a moment for himself, how could he? It had only been a few days after the attack, and though everyone knew where to point the blame, the warrior still looked to himself for not being able to stop them all.
He sighed, pausing at the entrance to Syrcus Tower. He figured after today, he might check back in with the Exarch, seeing if perhaps the most selfless person in all of Norvrandt needed anything. Probably not, he figured, shrugging internally as he passed over the threshold. That man was never one to accept help. Everyone always said he did everything himself. But while he admired that drive, he knew everyone needed assistance sometimes. Perhaps...since he trusted so much in him, he’d listen. At least that’s what he hoped. He figured he’d find him residing in the Ocular, his hand gently resting over the doors and tracing the odd metal framing of it before gently pushing it open. And just as he’d predicted, there the Exarch stood, watching quietly over the land he so valiantly had protected for centuries. He almost didn’t want to ruin his quiet, but he wouldn’t need to, as the door behind him shut, the echoing alerted both of them to his presence.
The Exarch nearly jumped out of his robes, not expecting to be caught off guard like such, but after a quick clearing of his throat, he met the warrior with a smile, straightening himself dutifully.
“My warrior, I do apologize for not acknowledging your presence. It seems I was lost in thought again.” He paused a moment, noticing the nervous demeanor of the miqo’te and beckoning for him to join him.
“You’ve no need to worry, ‘tis nothing of importance. I hear you’ve been busying yourself with helping those around the Crystarium. For that, I greatly thank you. By chance, did you stop by the markets?”
A’Tali’s ear twitched in interest, knowing full well he’d probably ask. As much as he liked to hide the fact, the warrior knew the Exarch was really the one behind their meal making. He seemed to be quite the poor liar, but he’d never call him out on it. He was far too kind for that. Still, he knew he’d ask, so meeting the other with a smile, he turned to his satchel, gently shaking it so that the other could hear the Gil happily jingling somewhere near the bottom.
“I did actually! I hope it suffices. I saw on my way out this morning that the quarters were lacking so I figured I’d make it a last stop. They predicted you might make another request so it’s already made its way over.” He confirmed, watching the leader exhale happily before going to join him on the steps.
“Thank you, my friend. I’ve no idea how I did it all before summoning you here.”
A small laugh, almost like an exhale left A’Tali as he sat down rather politely, glancing over to the strange mirror-portal and noticing how it reflected over a familiar area of the woods sitting outside the city. A silver haired viera stood watch over a small encampment, her eyes filled with duty and determination. However, she was taken aside for a moment as another smaller viera tugged at her pant leg, bouncing around in what seemed like a request to play. She tried to keep her stoic demeanor, but she couldn’t help the child’s pleas. So she wasn’t as hard headed as he thought. Interesting. She certainly seemed like someone who’d be playful, but he couldn’t shake their first meeting...
“Worried about Commander Lyna? She looks like she’s travelled to The Ostall Imperstive and back many a time. I’m sure you’ve nothing to fear.” A’Tali tried to assure the Exarch, earning a gentle huff from him, almost seemingly embarrassed to be called out for such a thing. Sure, Lyna was grown now and could take care of herself but...that unexpected attack, and with many dropping dead each day, he always had to be watching. Especially if she happened to freeze up one unlucky day and get herself caught. He’d never forgive himself if he let that happen.
“But I do understand why you observe. She...lost her parents to the sin eaters, yes? It’s only natural to still remain protective after all these years. You’re very good at watching over your city, I almost envy your skill.”
While that was true, The Exarch didn’t exactly understand why it was he envied him. Did he not understand that he was the hero of legend? The one even the people of the Crystarium still raved about hundreds of years after his story came to an end? The selfless warrior of light: who, no matter what, always took up a task. Who always saved the day no matter the price he paid for himself. He was simply doing his job watching over his city, nothing more. Though perhaps that was how he saw his duty as well.
“I simply do so with care. Every resident is close to my heart, and it is my hope as well as my purpose that they all remain safe. I believe that you share that sentiment?”
A’Tali simply smiled in response, nodding a confirmation as his eyes cast themselves to the other, his face almost completely shrouded by his cowl. He wondered why it was that he hid his face. Was it that he preferred being shrouded in mystery? Or perhaps he was ashamed of what hid underneath it. Either way, it did spark his curiosity, but now was not the time for such questions. He still had yet to speak about what had transpired the previous day, and he knew it was going to be brought up as soon as their conversation came to a pause.
Regrets had reached an all time high as he watched the people of Lakeland gathering up what was left after Vauthry’s menacing attack in the night. How resilient these people were despite losing so much in the expanse of...what? Mere bells? Ever confident they were, ever inspired they were despite the chaos. And there, stood at the head of this inspiration and confidence was the Exarch. His voice always ringing true to the people, always encouraging hope.
It had reminded him of someone. For the first time in a while, he had let himself slip. And perhaps it was because his voice held that diplomatic sass, perhaps it was because the ambient hum of the tower was reminding him of where that old voice slept. But he had fallen back to when he’d first allowed himself to show his heart to someone.
It was too much.
The Exarch has noticed his drift from the crowd.
He’d felt rather unnerved about coming back here since, and his ears displayed this well, falling back in shame as he felt the other’s eyes on him. He hadn’t meant to act as secluded as he did...he shouldn’t have slipped in front of him…
“Exarch, I must apologize for my actions last evening. I was simply...overwhelmed with emotion. I’m sorry you had to see me like so.” His voice was soft now, and his gaze averted itself to the towering ceiling, a look of melancholy stuck in his eyes.
It was then that the Exarch extended a hesitant hand, gently placing it against the sleeve of the warrior’s glove.
“There’s no need to apologize, my friend. Though, if I may...I can’t help but notice each time you pass through those gates, you seem...haunted. My mind wanders to odd conclusions, but I recall that first morning you arrived. The man you spoke of...G’raha Tia...were you two close?” He inquired, his voice resonating care and kindness. Perhaps that was one reason A’Tali confided in him. He never once seemed to house ill will, despite how little he knew about him. He was still hesitant to answer, however, as it wasn’t so simple to give.
“...I felt that we were. It was...complicated. We’d only known each other for a short time...though it felt longer. He was the first person I’d confided in after such a long time. He helped me to grow as a person, he…” the warrior paused, realizing he’d been playing with the strings of his gloves.
“...he was the first I’d ever had feelings for. I’m not sure where they came from, but they came so naturally...if only too late. I never confessed my feelings, and the closest I ever got was before he sealed himself away…” his voice broke at the last part, and one of his hands raised to his lips, his middle and index finger gently brushed against them.
“I’ve lost many people in my journeys as the warrior of light, and many were close to me...but none hurt me so deeply as when I found this tower lacking him. Perhaps it was because I’d dreamed of seeing him once more...perhaps it was because...he never really knew how important he was...to the world. To me.”
The Exarch listened on in silence, not knowing what he could say to him for once, though he felt as if simply listening would comfort him. If only he knew...he wouldn’t have to shed another tear.
“I-I apologize! I didn’t mean to grow so gloomy again...I just-!” A’Tali was quick to apologize, and was just as quickly cut off by the other who shook his head, his non crystallized hand pressing a finger against his lips in a “hush.”
“As I said, you’ve no need to apologize to me. I brought it up, after all, and I believe you need to talk about it. Does it feel better, talking about him?” He inquired once more, this time in genuine curiosity. Did he think about him? Was he truly that important?
The warrior simply grew quiet for a moment, before placing a hand over the one on his sleeve. He felt the other stiffen at the sudden interaction, perhaps a bit self conscious about his arm? No matter, he was confiding in him now, and something told him that while he welcomed such interaction, he hadn’t experienced it in quite some time. He couldn’t blame him, being the Exarch and all, always busy and always keeping to himself to ensure everyone turned out okay. He admired him for that.
“...it does. But I also feel great sadness. I’ll never truly know of his fate. I’ll never know the world he woke up to or how long it took us...or if I still greeted him as a friend...or if I was there at all. I fear so much for him...but I also know he wouldn’t want me to linger in sorrow like this. He was always so positive. The driving force of our adventure, I'd like to say.”
The driving force? Their...adventure? The Exarch could feel his heart skip a beat at his explanation, though the other felt sorrow in his heart, he felt something lift inside him as he thought to their previous moments together. How sassy and spritely G’raha Tia was, how he was constantly uplifting the team’s spirits. How, even to the end of the adventure, he stayed smiling. For himself, and for A’Tali. This, the both of them knew.
“...it’s strange. You remind me of him in a way.”
It was quietly spoken, but the Exarch perked up in interest still. Like him?
“O-Oh? How so?”
A’Tali smiled, quite entertained by the other’s reaction as he readjusted his glasses. He leaned forward slightly, a gentle shine in his pale eyes as he leaned his head against his hand.
“Well, you’re both so dutiful. You take charge, but not in the way a typical leader would, you know? You’re kind and compassionate to everyone you take care of...and you have that wave of mystery about you that can sometimes bother me but...can also be very alluring.” The warrior laughed once more, his gaze so fixated on the portal, he didn’t notice the other looking to their hands. And thank the gods he didn’t...for the Exarch was speechless, and underneath his cowl his cheeks were warm with admiration and embarrassment.
“Perhaps it’s crazy but...sometimes you speak and it reminds me of him. The way that you talk often reminds me of those little moments where he’d drop his playful demeanor for a serious moment. It...made me sad, seeing such a happy soul take up such a grand duty...and how it affected him in such a short time. I often wonder if perhaps it was the same for you…” he trailed, before his tail shot up in alarm, realizing he was growing far too informal with the other and turning to him in a flustered demeanor.
“I-I mean! There’s just so much to think about while I’m here…and I’m afraid I don’t know very much about you, so all I have to go off of is assumption!” He corrected himself, hoping to Hydaelyn that he hadn’t offended the other. Though he didn’t seem much bothered by it. In fact, he thought he heard a soft chuckle from under that cowl. The hold on his crystalline hand remained, and his ear flickered curiously. If only he knew how right he was in his musings. If only he knew…
“I suppose that’s partially my fault. We’ve usually no downtime in such a busy city. And...well I suppose I’m not used to such casual conversation. But...you would be correct in your assumptions in a way. Of course, I’m much happier now than I was first taking this duty...though I feel as if I’ve grown less jubilant over time. For what used to be pure joy has been glossed over with responsibility and worry.” The Exarch explained, his eyes turning up wistfully to the high ceilings of the ocular, watching the sun gently reflect off of its crystalline arches. It had been quite some time since he’d felt like the man he used to be, but there was a reason to everything, and so that was why he was the way that he was now. Surely the other understood, but his silence worried him all the worse.
“I am still happy though, you needn’t worry. I know my purpose and it pleases me to know that I’m capable of carrying it out.” He continued, before pausing as he turned to see the warrior leaning in rather close, a cautious hand quickly raising to tug at his cowl, before freezing up as he locked gazes with him. He didn’t know what it was, but the gentle gaze the other reflected caught him in something he couldn’t describe. It was almost as if he felt that small, internalized feeling of being as he used to, before all of this. He’d forgotten for a moment what it was to hide himself. Did he need to? They were in close proximity, sure but...it was nice.
And on the other hand, A’Tali couldn’t stop feeling...something. Surely it couldn’t have been the Echo. Hydaelyn hadn’t exactly been very helpful when it came to the Exarch, though perhaps thing worked differently when you were a rift traversing mage like he was. Even still, this whole time he’d felt something so familiar about the other. His personality, his aura...his voice. Maybe it was just that he was longing for what used to be…maybe…no...he couldn’t possibly...and yet-
The seeker’s eyes barely flicked back to their practically intertwined hands before returning to the top of the other’s cowl...and then to the only feature he could make out from under it. His lips. He gently squeezed his hand, feeling something flutter in his chest. The longer he stared, the more he felt inclined to lean in. Why did he feel so familiar? His free hand guided itself back to his bottom lip, gently biting his thumb in thought. The silence was killing the both of them, and the warrior broke it first.
“...Truly, why have you summoned me here? Surely there was another warrior who came after me? With so many heroes across time, why me?”
Because I wished to see you again. Because I couldn’t stand the thought of you dying, especially when I could have prevented it. Because I simply want you here. The Exarch’s thoughts raced, locked into his minty gaze. What was he to say?
“I…”
He didn't need to answer though, for the hand previously pressed against the warrior’s lips came to cup his face. His thumb gently traced the crystal markings on his cheek, and A’Tali swore he felt him lean in. With all the things he’d done for him in the short time he’d been in the First, he could tell it was nothing short of admiration. Perhaps...did the Exarch have feelings for him…? Or was that just his longing heart hoping for something? No matter the case, they were practically touching noses now, and both were frozen like a stag being hunted by a dragon. It was A’Tali that broke their pause, closing the small space between them and pressing his lips against the other’s. He swore he felt his robes move from the sudden act of affection, but thought nothing of it as he remained in the kiss a moment longer, his tail flickering cautiously. He backed away slightly, but was still close enough to feel the other’s breath against his lips. His eyes barely caught a glimmering ruby gaze, but he looked away before he scared the other further.
Oh gods, what had he done…?
“Forgive me, Exarch I…” he began, but just as quickly trailed off as he watched the other take the hand on his cheek, his fingers intertwining themself in the warrior’s. How gentle he was, A’Tali thought to himself. It was much different than how he portrayed himself on the battlefield, almost like someone else he knew…
He couldn’t help it, he leaned in again, and this time the other reciprocated. He felt the hand on his glove grip the fabric, sensing that he wanted him close. He obliged, scooting closer and nearly pressing chests with him as he freely indulged in his affection. How good it felt to kiss someone again. And the Exarch could share his sentiments. He’d missed him so much, it was a shame A’Tali might never know what was really happening. But he did, and he loved every second of it.
Small seconds passed, and the kisses grew deeper and deeper. The warrior’s fangs biting into the Exarch’s bottom lip, issuing a small sigh as he slowly dragged them against the gentle skin. Both of his hands moved to press themselves against his back, gripping his robes as his previous worries seemed to numb. He tasted so good...he felt even better, and he wanted to be closer. Carelessly, he pulled him closer, pressing their chests together in the now heated kissing session. A hand came around to hold his hips, moving the Exarch into his lap just as he pulled away from the kiss, moving it down his neck, then to his arm. Each kiss was followed by a gentle bite, eliciting small whines and huffs from the other, who was trying to muffle said noises. This made A’Tali grin. Good, he thought, trying to hide his attraction thrilled him.
The hand on his hips gripped the fabric, balling into a fist to hitch the skirt of the robe up over his knee. Carefully, his hand traced up his bare thigh, and he felt the other shiver, but he was rumbling like...was he purring? Was the Exarch also a Miqo’te? Again, he wouldn’t say anything for fear of alarming him. He just wanted this right now, so ignorance was bliss. When his hand moved to his inner thigh, he felt the other lean against him, his face pressing against his shoulder in an attempt to hide his pleasured noises. So, he was very submissive. Good to know. A’Tali mentally noted, before moving to rub his inner thigh. He could feel the Exarch breathing shakily, his hips gently moving with his hand, and he couldn’t help but be turned on by this. Gently, he bit at a soft spot on his skin, sucking on it casually as his hand continued on to the other’s briefs. The other froze at the touch, and what A’Tali presumed to be his tail flickered from under his robes. He grinned, his own tail coming around to wrap itself around the Exarch’s leg. He leaned in for another, rushed kiss, the other quickly and mindlessly complying. Don’t let this end. Gods please don’t...
Though it was only briefly after that they’d heard a rapping at the Ocular’s doors, to which the Exarch almost fell back from his surprised jump, gripping tightly to the warrior in fear of someone walking in, but instead, a voice came from the other side.
“I apologize for the short notice, Exarch, but might I have a moment of your time? ‘Tis regarding your request about the garden?”
If there was ever a deep shade of red possible for someone to turn, his was the deepest. He’d gotten so engrossed in...this...he’d completely forgotten about his duties. So it was. So it always would be.
“I-I...Of course, I shall attend to it shortly. Allow me a moment, If you will.” He assured the waiting citizen, all the while trying to catch his breath. He soon received confirmation, and after hearing the guest depart, he cupped his hand over his mouth in embarrassment, his cheeks flushed and hot as he pulled his cowl even lower. He wished for the other to avoid seeing him. How could he be so irresponsible and foolish? Just like the man he used to be…
Just like him…
“Exarch, my deepest apologies...I don’t know what came over me, I just-“ The warrior began, but was quickly cut off by the other gently pecking his lips, and just as quickly leaning away to stand himself up. Just as graceful as he usually was, he brushed off his robes, and turned to the other with a gentle smile.
“No need to apologize to me, A’Tali. But perhaps it would be best if we kept this...a secret.” He paused, rubbing the wrist of his crystalline hand, almost as if he were in thought about something, before nodding, and turning to go.
“I shall return anon. Pray, try not to overwork yourself before I do?”
The warrior hesitated for a moment, still getting over that hasty last kiss, his fingers against his pursed lips, before nodding.
“Of course. I hope for your lively return, Exarch.” He wished him off, and as he watched him go, he could’ve sworn he felt that familiar feeling in his chest again. One of longing. One of mystery.
One of love.
#eden writes#ffxiv#ff14#final fantasy xiv#final fantasy 14#crystal exarch#g'raha tia#warrior of light#warrior of darkness#wolexarch#wolgraha#swan sirenia
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found this in my draft from before i left tumblr so have this now. it’s silly shit about wanwo and vette recruiting quinn to help renovate the ship.
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yknow i was thinking about that post i did about renovating the with warrior starship
(yknow this one http://oolathurman.tumblr.com/post/172211844145/house-hunters-narrator-voice-newly-appointed )
And how stupid it was of wanwo to decide that renovating a starship of all things was a good idea
Anyway, I feel like by the time wanwo and vette get to balmorra, the renovation has only just started and although it’s gotten to a point where only the basic necessities have been completed (bathroom is technically functional and there are technically enough beds and the kitchen technically has all the basic appliances in)
So when Quinn requests to be part of the crew, Wanwo’s just all ‘hm idk man what can u do’ and vette’s all “who cares what he can do? I can use some help around here.”
Wanwo thinks it over for a moment and then asks, “Quinn, how handy are you?”
“Excuse me, my lord? I don’t follow...”
“Can you take measurements and hammer in nails and install appliances?”
Vette snorts and explains, “Our big scary sith lord here decided it would be more economical for us to buy a used starship that’s in desperate need of renovation. And by renovating, he means gutting everything but the supporting frame and beams and throwing everything else out the airlock.”
“But you were getting headaches from the lighting system in there too! It’s been a mutual choice, right?”
“Uh, no? Cuz you’re the one with all the money, big guy. I’m on your crew. My income comes from yours. And I definitely wanted to go with the one that needed less renovating, by the way.”
“I— y’know what, I see how that was definitely a decision I made on my own and am definitely starting to feel consequences of. And that bit about how you’re on my crew. It was weird to think about in that context. But we’ll talk about it in a bit. For now! Lieutenant Quinn, how handy are you with power tools, measuring things, checking if they’re level, that sort of thing?”
“I, um— I can review the guidelines and rules for starship modifications, to ensure everything is up to code.”
“Well, considering those building codes are what makes sure we don’t have furniture flying around if the grav stops working, welcome aboard, Quinn! Get your things inside and settled in, but be careful. We haven’t finished the renovation in the crew quarters quite yet, so storage may be outside the actual room for now. At least until we can get the other bunk bed in and get started on the loft bed.”
“Oh? You are installing a loft bed in the crew’s quarters?”
“Yes, let me show you the bluepr— actually, why don’t you just come inside, and you can get an idea of what it looks like?”
“The ship does seem to be an older model...”
“That’s cuz it is. Mister Rich Sith was making it rain when he decided to buy a starship that was ten years old. Hey, if you know how to fiddle around with the engines later, maybe the sound won’t be so horrid at night. Anyway just throw your jacket on the table AND LEAVE YOUR SHOES AT THE DOOR! We aren’t tracking dirt onto my ship!”
“Technically mine, I signed the papers. Anyway, slippers are to your right in that corner, we plan to add a mirror in the entryway because otherwise the entryway looks less dismal and actually larger.”
“I see you’re in the process of adding shelving here...? What for?”
“For additional storage of things. Trying to figure out what yet. Anyway, this way is the kitchen, and as you can see—“
“Why is there a microwave on the floor next to the caff maker?”
“— we have a long way to go. Other side is worse though.”
“I’m almost afraid to ask...”
#wanwo#my creations#dunno if it'll be their canon but /shrug#it was silly and cute so there#my stuff
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Chapter Twelve - Liaison
You were dreading the conversation with Sisni. How were you going to tell her? There was no good moment. No perfect opportunity. Every time you thought was the right time to tell her, it passed as soon as it came. Tavros noticed your stress, and offered to take her to the market for a few hours, give you time to think. Caspian was occupied with readying the ship with Drinian's help, so you didn't see much of him that day. Honestly it was probably for the best, since every time you saw him that morning the image of him on his knees, his black eyes paralyzing you flashed across your mind, flustering you and making you clumsy. You decided to take a walk up to the forest.
It had been a while since you went up this way. You used to picnic in these woods with your parents. The river that ran down towards the village, the boulders that acted as a bridge across it, the clearing where you used to play, each had their own fond memories attached to them. You found a quiet spot among the trees, next to a small pond, and sat, enjoying the peace. When is the next time you will be able to hear this? The loudest silence. You took a deep breath in, smelling the fresh eucalyptus, the moss, the bark... "you'll be back" you told yourself. In no time.
You stood up and thought hard. "Ok." you said aloud to yourself. "How to begin?" You began to pace, and spoke out loud.
"Sis.. I'm going away..." No... too blunt.
"Sis. You like Tavros right? Well now you get to live with him! Bye!" Definitely not.
"Guess who's got two thumbs and is going to Calormen? This girl!" Yea right...
"Sis... I'm about to break your heart and make you feel abandoned." Well at least that one was honest...
"I thought the point was to not upset her?" A voice laughed from behind you. You jumped.
"FUCK. CASPIAN! Don't DO that!"
He laughed.
"How did you even know where I was?"
"The men told me you took a walk, someone saw you come up here."
"Yea but... how did you find me in here?"
"I tracked you? It wasn't difficult. Plus you're pretty much yelling to the wind."
"Great, now he tracks me... like an animal."
"Would you prefer I hunted you?" He teased.
"Today, yes, actually."
"Well...your head would make a pretty trophy on my wall..."
"Ha. Ha. "
"In all seriousness, what are you doing out here alone?"
"I can't figure out what to say to Sis. Nothing sounds right, and shes going to think I'm abandoning her."
He placed his hand on your shoulder, and looked down into your eyes. "She will understand. Speak from your heart. Speak the truth. I'm sure she will even be excited for you."
You looked up at him and immediately felt a sense of calm. He has a way about him that diffuses you. Whatever was just causing the end of the world suddenly seems like no big deal.
"How is the ship looking?" You changed the subject.
"Almost there." He picked up a few small stones, and skipped one across the pond. Two skips.
"What else do you need to do?"
"Well. The deck needs a new coat of lacquer, and we have to convert the storage room into living quarters." Three skips this time.
"Oh right. You need a place to sleep."
Four skips. He paused and looked confused at you. "I'll sleep below deck with the crew, the quarters are for you."
"Oh." You blushed. "Don't you need them? For...King things?"
He laughed. "King things? Like what?" Three skips.
"I dunno... writing laws, signing papers..?"
"Is that what you think I do all day?" he laughed again.
"Do I look like I know what a king does?" You laughed with him.
"You will be much more comfortable having a room of your own. And I will feel better knowing you are safely tucked away."
"Like a hunting trophy?" You teased.
He chuckled. "Yes. My little trophy."
You walked back into town together, once again, being stopped every few steps by someone wanting a word with the King.
"You know, we will have to start introducing you as my liaison with Calormen sooner or later."
"It still feels unreal." You shook your head.
He stopped and looked up at the sky. "Can I show you something?" He asked.
You nodded and he led you towards the docks.
The smell of the sea air was comforting to you. The sound of screeching seagulls and the crest of the waves crashing on the pillars of the dock were what lulled you to sleep every night. You and your father used to come and sit at the edge of the pier and fish, just for fun. You rarely caught anything but that wasn't the point. That is, before it was dangerous to go near the water. Before the Darkness.
You followed him toward where the Dawn Treader was docked. The setting sun reflecting off the golden ship. You hadn't been this close to it before. It was MASSIVE. It stood taller than any tree on the island. The waves lapped up against the hull and you could hear it creaking as the waves rocked it back and forth. As it bobbed the serpent's head moved up and down, as if it was alive.
Caspian motioned towards the Dawn Treader "Do you want to go aboard?"
"Can I ?"
"Of course."
You walked up the gangplank and stood on the deck of the ship. The fishing boats you had been on might as well have been children's toys compared to this. You looked across the deck, trying to take note of every detail.
To your left was the back of the ship. The base of a pair of curving staircases framed an ornate doorway, with two stained glass doors. Your eyes followed the stairs upwards to the second deck balcony, where another set of wooden doors with glass windows were closed. At the top of the stairs was the third deck, where the helm stood watch over the rest of the ship.
To your right, the front of the ship, another narrow stairway climbed up to a second platform, then continued up the serpents neck, exiting right before the top of the head. At the base of the stairs was a doorway, with stairs going downward.
Directly in front of you was the mast, with the gorgeous purple sail tied up. At the top sat the crows nest.
Caspian stood with his arms folded across his chest. The wind blew through his hair. This ship suited him.
"This is the Dawn Treader." he said proudly, spreading his arm out in front of him. "What do you think?"
"She's beautiful.' you gushed.
"Isn't she though?" He smiled. "Would you like a tour ?"
"YES"
He laughed and motioned to his right and you both walked towards the front of the ship. You ran your hand along the smooth railing on the bow. He stopped next to the bottom of the stairs, and pointed downward.
"Down there is the crews quarters, and the cargo hold." He motioned upward.
"Up the stairs is the upper deck. Up or down?" He asked.
"Hmm...Up." You decided.
"Alright then, watch your step, after you," He gave a little bow.
You climbed up the stairs, which were rather steep, and emerged on the second deck. Caspian came up behind you.
"This view was incredible." You said out loud to yourself.
"This is nothing." He smiled, and pointed upward to the crows nest. "Just wait until you get up there."
"Noooo thank you." You shook your head.
He laughed. "What, are you afraid of heights?"
"It's not the height so much as the fall..." your eyes traveled from the crows nest to the water below.
"I would never let you fall. I already saved you once, did I not?"
You blushed and smiled. "I suppose you did."
"Come," he held his hand out to you. "Up here."
He stood by the next set of stairs leading up the serpents neck. They were more steep and narrow than the ones leading up to the deck.
"I don't know if I can fit up there..." you said hesitantly.
"Sure you can. I'll be right behind you."
You took his hand, and allowed him to help you up the first few steps.
"Go on." He urged.
You climbed, and it was nerve wrecking. But every time you stopped and hesitated, he would put his hands on your waist to assure you he was there.
At the top of the stairs there was a small opening at the base of the serpents head, and exited out it's mouth.
"There is NO way I'm going to get in there" You turned your head back down to him.
He laughed. "It's alright, look up."
You did, and your breath caught in your chest.
The sun was setting on the horizon, casting long rays of orange, red, and purple all across the sky. Above the colors the stars were beginning to appear. The water was calm, and reflecting the sky perfectly. Forming an endless spectrum of light.
"Wow..." you gasped.
"Here," he said, and turned his back to you, "place your hands on my shoulders so you can turn and watch."
You did as he suggested, turning around on the stairs, so your back was to the opening in the serpents head. He leaned his back up against your stomach, so you wouldn't lose your balance. You placed your hands on his shoulders for extra security. And like that, you both watched the sun until it completely disappeared off the edge of the world.
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shaking u . chip jer wee for the hc asks :3
omg .. Okay. awesome
-> he LOVES collecting keepsakes. nothing that's actually anything significant or indicative of where he got it from, more just little objects like rocks or trinkets he got from a specific place.
-> super struggles with formal speaking, but he knows how to sound like he knows what he's talking about. (he will definitely stumble over big words though, and pretends like he knows exactly what they mean)
-> like a good quarter of the time his pranks on the crew backfire on him. he does it on purpose sometimes to get a laugh out of them
-> he used to poke at jay's inventions when she was asleep and try to figure out what they did before she finished. i say past tense because he thought he broke one once and stopped touching them for a while. (he started doing it again though)
-> hitting her with my transfem beam.Sorry. i know shes soo transmasc in fandom but i dont care she deserves it <3
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16 - din djarin
im so excited to read your puppy pascal review of this one 💕writing din intimidates me like no other, hence the doubled word count… i went a little overboard…
(endless thx to @letterfromvienna @tuskens-mando & @lowlights who helped me figure out this relationship - love u babes!)
February Fluff Prompt #16: “I don’t care where I’m sleeping, as long as it’s with you.”
Pairing: Din Djarin x f!Reader
Word Count: 1.9k
Tags: Book of Boba Fett spoilers!; mutual pining; fluff; like one sentence of angst
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“I’ve never been off planet before.”
You don’t know what compelled you to tell Din that. The cantina was closed for the night, lights dimmed low just enough for you to catch the metal glint of his helmet tilting in question.
“Really?”
You’d been trading travel stories, his filled with all the different places he’d been to track a bounty. Yours were tethered solely within the barren atmosphere of Tatooine. You were born here, and you would have been content living out your days here. Until you met Din.
You suddenly feel embarrassed for admitting that, so inexperienced in your life compared to his. You can’t hide behind your hands though, occupied as they are currently cradling the slack weight of a slumbering Grogu. You’d be remiss to move an inch and wake him.
You’d struck an odd sort of arrangement to get here. Din had ventured back to Mos Pelgo (or Freetown as Cobb insisted, but you hated the new name) in search of a place to hide away for a while. The Marshall had pointed him in your direction, and you took him in over loyalty to the lawman. You didn’t ask questions, and he didn’t provide answers. You were the new keeper of the sole cantina in town, the previous bartender in deserved semi-retirement. In exchange you were allowed the floor above as your living quarters, the staircase in the supply backroom an easy daily commute.
He was a quiet roommate, respectable, generous with his please and thank yous when you brought up food for the foundling he kept hidden away. One night he’d left with Cobb on a business matter and you could no longer ignore the faint cries you heard upstairs. You were shocked to find green skin and giant ears poking out of the pram, but the Mandalorian came back to find you cooing at the creature, swaddled in your arms to aid his journey to sleep.
They left soon after that, but not without the promise that your door was always open should they ever return. Mando (or Din as he revealed, and you cherished this new name) kept you to your word many times, stopping by whenever he was on planet.
Slowly over time you opened up to one another, murmured conversations over morning caf and gentle touches to pass each other in the hallways at the end of a long day. It came to a point where Din no longer waited for you to walk him upstairs when he arrived, instead passing by the busy bar you maintained with a simple nod in your direction to announce his presence.
I don’t think he visits for me anymore, Cobb mentioned to you with a smirk. You didn’t respond, turning instead to hide the shy smile creeping along your face.
The three of you had been talking through the night, Cobb taking up airspace to discuss the modifications he’d like to do on his speeder. It was built from a 620C podracing engine, and so naturally the conversation drifted to the activity.
“What is podracing?” Din had asked.
“I used to do it as a kid,” you revealed, nervous for his reaction.
Cobb whistled low. “That’s a dangerous sport.”
That only intrigued him more, so you tell him all about the rules and regulations, of Boonta races and energy binders, of your cherished Vulptereen 327 that ended your career when it suffered a cataclysmic crash. It did little to squash your love for racing, though, apparent when you’re still talking about it long after the marshall’s departure. You’re tracing the old route you used to take, telling Din how tricky it was getting through Beggar’s Canyon when you sigh.
“I wish I felt something as thrilling as that used to be.”
Din regards you for a quiet moment, then a slow question filters through. “Can I show you something?”
He gets up when you nod but the cantina lights only blink off, the pitch black of the desert sky outside making it so you can’t even see your own hand waving in front of you.
“Din,” you complain, “I can’t see anything.”
The hiss of his helmet disengaging announces his close presence. “I know.”
When his lips met yours, the thrill that ran through you was better than winning any race.
The next time he visited, it was only for a quick drop-off. He was going after a trickier bounty, unsure of how long it would take, and he’d asked for you to look after Grogu in his absence.
“This one’s…difficult.” He tried to explain. “I’d feel better if he stayed with you.”
You accepted without a passing thought, and when you walked him to the door the next morning he stopped, turning back to you.
“If anything happens, take care of him for me.” And then he was gone.
You’d brushed away the request, hopeful he’d be back before the little womp rat even noticed. But each new day only left you more worried, and each new person walking through the entrance that wasn’t him only left you more on edge.
You’re alone tending an empty bar when one of them won’t leave you in peace, too drunk to form a coherent sentence and growing angrier by the second that you won’t serve him. He’s much too big for you to take on, and you worry that any outcome of this exchange is going to wake the sleeping child upstairs. Your hand touches the cool metal of the blaster tucked under the bar when the man steps towards you.
“I don’t think you heard her right.”
Both of you turn to the doorway of the backroom, a broad, imposing frame taking up the entire space of it. Din’s hand rests easy on the holster at his hip, waiting for the other guy’s choice. He mumbles something rude before stumbling out, leaving Din to wrap you in his arms when you rush to him.
“I didn’t see you get in,” you mumble into the hard plane of his chestplate.
“I just wanted to check on the kid first.”
You crane your neck up to see his visor gazing down at you. You smile up at him.
“I’d offer you a drink as thanks, but I’m not sure how you’ll be able to enjoy it.” You could tell, somehow, he was smiling in response.
That’s how you ended up here, Grogu asleep in your arms after waking from Din’s arrival. In the quiet of the closed cantina he tells you about the wild travels this latest bounty put him on, and you tell him how you’ve never left this pitiful desert surface.
“You’ve never been off planet,” Din repeats your words. “Would you want to, someday?”
You swallow dryly. “Maybe.”
It felt like an invitation. Come with us, you can almost hear him say, but instead he stands up.
“I should get him to bed.” He reaches towards the slumbering mass in your arms, disappearing behind the bar a moment later.
It leaves you with a silence that makes you question what your answer would be if he asked. But you’re not given enough time to reach a conclusion, the lights flickering lower, then off to signal Din’s return. You hear the now familiar hiss of his helmet, and then he finds you.
The next time he leaves, he doesn’t come back. Or rather, when he does, he’s different. He’s alone.
There’s one place on Tattooine he wants to be, but he has a stop in Mos Eisley first. A promise for a new ship had lured him here, and he’s taken to one that’s more engine than cargo space. But it’s lightning fast, Peli promises, faster than any racer can go. When she asks if he wants any route suggestions for a test drive, he declines and pulls up a map to Beggar’s Canyon. He knows exactly where to go.
The gleaming metal of the starfighter in harsh sunlight draws you outside to the small group gathering around the new ship. Din seems to stop talking to the others when he sees you approaching, stepping to you once you’re near enough.
“Want to go for a ride?”
The droid port has been refashioned into a tiny second seat, just enough space for you to cram in behind him as he readies for takeoff. The liftoff is bumpy, but once you’re in flight it feels like you’re crawling at a bantha’s pace. He calls your name to grab your attention.
“What?” you shout over the roar of the engine.
Din repeats himself, louder. “Hold on.”
And then you’re pushed backwards, the force of the starfighter’s sudden speed making you cling to your seat in a white-knuckle grip. You’re racing past sand dunes and settlements faster than you ever thought possible, heart soaring in your throat with adrenaline. Din can barely hear your laugh over the whir of motor and wind, but it makes him smile nonetheless.
A familiar route begins to come up before you: the Notch, Diablo Cut, Dead Man’s Turn. Before you can reach the Desert Plain and the end of the podracing circuit Din pulls up, up, taking you out of the canyon and towards the endless blue sky.
A new sensation makes your body feel weightless, a panicked sound escaping when you try to resettle.
“It’s alright,” Din soothes, and you notice it’s easier to hear him as the air changes around you. “We’re just leaving the atmosphere, the feeling will go away in a minute.”
“We…we’re going off planet?” The skies around you grow darker and then suddenly you’re pushing through into space. Din flips a few switches and your speed slows, settling into a gentle glide.
“That’s right.”
You dazedly take in the deep expanse of the galaxy behind your bubble of glass. It was like seeing the Dune Sea stretch out in front of you for the first time, except even more all-consuming in its vastness. There’s no other word to describe it except awe.
“You get to see this every day?” you whisper breathlessly, mesmerized.
A soft chuckle comes from the cockpit. “I do.”
Din lets you take in your surroundings at an easy pace, cruising through the blackness of space. There’s no concept of time out here, and the idea of that enraptures you in a terrifyingly beautiful way.
“It’s getting late,” Din says after a long journey of companionable silence. “And we’re running low on fuel.”
You tense. “How are we getting back?”
“We’ll have to stop on Arvala-7.” It’s only then do you notice he’s pointed you in the direction of a new planet, readying the ship for arrival. You touch down at a refueling station, Din helping your stiff joints climb out of the cramped seat. He stops a passing attendant.
“Where’s the closest settlement with an inn?”
Your head whips to him as the man gestures with an answer.
“We’re sleeping here?”
Din looks at you. “Unless you want to go back?”
Your bottom lip catches between your teeth in worry. “Don’t you want to sleep in a familiar bed?”
The attendants finish with the ship and rehook the fuel pump, scurrying away. Now alone Din draws you closer to him, arms around your waist as his helmet bends to rest upon your forehead. The gesture calms you until your breath slows in unison with his.
“Mesh’la, I don’t care where I’m sleeping, as long as it’s with you.”
You open your eyes, knowing his are looking back. You can’t go back, you realize now, not to the person you used to be before knowing him. Wherever he was going, you were sure to follow. He straightens up then, motioning towards the starfighter.
“Ready to go?”
You nod. “I’m ready.”
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Don’t Mess With The Queen
Characters: Klaus Mikaelson x Hybrid!Reader
Word count: ~1.7k
Warnings: none
Request by anonymous: Could u do a imagine where the reader is friends with the mystic falls gang and is a werewolf and finds out that she and klaus r mates?
Summary: People who you want to call your friends are planning on killing the love of your life. It’s your job to show them who’s really the boss.
Author’s Note: This is a female!reader. I did change this request a tad, but I hope you like it! I haven’t written for TVD in a while now, so please bear with me on this. After asking a few people, I have decided to end this on a fluffy note. I did write an angsty alternate ending, but I don’t know if the anon who requested wanted that or not.
No one knows why you’re really here. They all think you’re their friend, so they feel comfortable disclosing their plan right in front of you. You want to be friends with them because they seem like genuinely nice people, but they are so fueled by rage and revenge that they’ll do anything to get it… even plotting against your mate, your sire, the love of your life.
Stefan and Damon have spent their entire life fighting each other and putting their noses in places where it doesn’t belong. Elena and Caroline have always been the people who want to fix others, to make them better even if there is nothing wrong with them. Bonnie is always stuck in the middle of everyone’s problems, putting herself and others in danger for no reason.
“So, what’s the plan here?” Elena asks, taking out the last bit of weapons she has stashed in the Boarding House.
“First thing we need to do is pick a location. When is Klaus most vulnerable?” Stefan asks.
“Yeah, the last time we did that, Elijah betrayed us. That moonrock or whatever was our only chance to get him at his weakest.”
“You were one of Klaus’ bitches. What do you think?” Damon asks and turns to you.
“What?” you ask, pulling back from your own thoughts.
“You spent over two years sired to him before Tyler saved you. You must know things that can help here,” Elena says.
What she says is true. You were sired to Klaus for two years, but not in the way they believe. You were sired to him in the beginning when you were first turned by Klaus’ mother. You were a werewolf that was in the same village as Klaus and his family. You two became fast friends, always leaning on each other whenever his abusive father and your abusive mother decided to make you two their toys.
Everything was going fine until one of your own decided to kill the youngest member of the Mikaelson family. There was a family friend of Esther, Tatia, that she used her blood in a spell that would make them the Original vampires. Klaus wanted you to have the same thing, so without his parents knowing, he gave you some of that wine. You were the first-ever turned hybrid that came from a spell.
You and Klaus have spent every moment together ever since. What the gang of Mystic Falls doesn’t know is just how old you are. They think you were just another hybrid that he made with Elena’s blood, stuck with him against your will. Tyler found your pack in the mountains and proceeded to unsire every single one of Klaus’ hybrids. When Tyler got to you, that’s when you started to catch onto what he was doing.
If Tyler wanted to desperately to save you, then you were going to act like you wanted to be saved. You came to Mystic Falls and befriended the vampires in the town. Now, they all think that you hate Klaus as much as they do when really, you’re just as in love with him as you were when you first met him.
“He really liked hiding out in the woods, though, they’re usually on werewolf territory, so good luck trying to get there. It’s probably why you can never find him. The werewolves will get to you before he does. He hears chatter in the wind and he moves to another pack site.”
“That’s smart,” Caroline comments.
“Yeah, so you’re not going to find him there.”
“Guys, we need to figure out something, or else more people are going to get hurt,” Elena says. Sometimes, you really want to kill her so you don’t have to hear her speak. “Klaus needs to die.”
Hearing them talk about killing the love of your life enrages you a little bit. You could take every single person in here without breaking a sweat, but you don’t turn to violence just yet. You take out your phone to let Klaus know exactly what they’re planning. You’d be a bad girlfriend if you let them attack without warning him.
They’re planning on killing you, my love.
It’s cute if they think they can.
They seem hell-bent on figuring it out.
I’m not afraid of them if that’s what you’re worried about. They can’t hurt me even with their best player.
I’m worried someone is going to get very hurt. What should I tell them?
Tell them where I am. Let them come. If it’s a war they want, I’m only happy to provide.
Are you sure?
I’m always sure, love.
You put your phone away and look at the small group, getting up to join the elite circle.
“I do know where Klaus lives.”
“That would have been nice to know a little earlier, don’t you think?” Damon sneers.
“Damon, don’t,” Stefan butts in. “Where is he?”
“New Orleans. That place is crawling with witches and vampires, but he and his family are stationed there.”
“How do you know this?”
“Because he took me there once. The witches will know once you arrive, but most of them are scared of Klaus anyway that they’ll help you blend in. Everyone from that town knows the Mikaelsons are royalty, but their castle doesn’t have a lot of guards protecting it. If you want to get to him, that’s where you want to do it.”
“How do you know all of this? This seems awfully suspicious for someone who isn’t sired to him anymore.”
“He still thinks I am. He’ll call me every day and ask for something. He figures if he has a hybrid in another state that I can do his dirty work for him elsewhere. You want to get Klaus? That’s how you’re going to do it.”
“She does have a point. Better to take this fight to his turf than ours. He’s more comfortable there,” Stefan points out.
Now that they know a location, it didn’t take long for them to come up with a plan of attack. Of course, you told everything to Klaus as soon as you were on the plane to get to New Orleans. He told you not to worry about a thing because he’ll plan a little something for their arrival.
No one messes with the King and his Queen.
When you land in New Orleans, the gang is eager to carry out their plan of attack. Just like you said, the town is crawling with witches who sense you the minute you landed. Every single witch knows you by heart, so they’re confused why you’re with them and not with Klaus. Your love must have only told them the basic information instead of what was really going on.
“Okay, where is this son of a bitch?” Damon asks.
“The French Quarter is where he likes to hang out. You’ll want to start there. Caroline and Elena will blend in more since they’ve never been here, but you two might stick out like a sore thumb. Just be prepared. If anything, I know these guys so let me do the talking.” You pause right in front of the group and turn to Bonnie. “And Bonnie? These guys know you’re a Bennett witch. Try not to do magic unless absolutely necessary. Klaus has a thing with witches.”
You lead the group into the French Quarter while keeping your head down to avoid conflict. The group follows your lead until you reach the middle of the place you call home.
“Stay here,” you say and leave the group on your own.
You approach the small bar within the Quarter, and lean over the counter a tad, looking at the bartender.
“Is Klaus here?”
“I’m right here,” you hear your lover’s voice. You and the Mystic Falls gang turn to see him standing in one of the many doorways that enter the French Quarter. “I hear you’re looking for me?”
“Where in the world did you hear that?” Damon asks, giving you a side glare. You step away from the group and speed over to Klaus, standing just a tad behind him. He smirks and doesn’t break eye contact with the older brother. “Traitor.”
“It isn’t a betrayal if I was never on your side to begin with,” you state.
“What are you doing? You’re not sired to him anymore,” Stefan tries to appeal to you.
“My sire bond wore off in the tenth century. I’m a lot older than you think I am. I really did want to be your friend, but you’re all so driven by rage and revenge that you can’t leave us alone until we’re fixed to the standards set by you. Next time you plan to kill someone, you should think twice about who you let into your home.”
“We should get going,” Elena whispers.
“Always the level-headed one, Elena. Too bad you can’t,” Klaus grins.
Stefan and Damon try to leave using their vampire speed, but they are blocked by the spell put there from the witches in this town. It’s like a big spell to trap the four vampires and the one witch inside. Caroline steps into the sun and immediately screams in pain, seeking the shade to calm her burning skin.
“My daylight ring isn’t working.”
“Yes, you’re all trapped here. For how long is still yet to be determined. Welcome to the French Quarter ladies and gentlemen,” Klaus chuckles.
“I can’t use my magic,” Bonnie panics.
“The next time you even think about going after Klaus, I won’t be so nice,” you say.
Klaus wraps an arm around your shoulders and pulls you close, whispering something into your ear.
“Pardon us, we have other business to tend to.”
Klaus leads you away from the group, and only when you two are alone, does he turn you so that you’re facing him.
“You can relax, Klaus, no one is going to hurt you. Not as long as I am alive.”
“I can take care of myself, love,” he chuckles.
“Yeah, but isn’t it better when I do it?”
“Tenfold.”
“Always and forever, my love,” you whisper.
You lean in and press your lips to his, showing him just how much you love him.
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Anon asked: maybe a continuation of the peter b parker kid thing where they finally confront the mom and get the readers things back 😩💞💞
a/n: ask and thou shall receive! this spent so long in the drafts bc i felt so insecure about it tbh, so any feedback is appreciated! I love seeing messages about what you guys think! really keeps me motivated! also, requests are open
Warnings: mentions of past abuse
Peter was sitting at the kitchen table, constantly looking at the clock. It was almost 5pm, you were supposed to be home an hour and a half ago. Yes, he keeps track of everyone's schedules, yes he knows the exact second you should be walking through the door. He's already texted you, but maybe you had detention. Nah, you were a good student, he highly doubted you'd have to stay after school.
His phone finally rang, and he was way too quick answering it.
"You okay?"
"I need some help."
"What is it?" he was already out the door.
You sighed, knowing he was probably going to give you an earful later.
"Well, it's a really long story, right.. But my mom showed up after school-"
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, I think. Anyways, we got into it on the way home, which is no- Not normal." you adjusted how you were sitting, "And since she was dragging me back to the house, I figured I'd just get my crap and come home, right? Makes sense, saves us the tri-"
"She took you without permission?"
"Technically she is my m-...Parent. I guess, y'know, legally she can do whatever- But..Okay." you began to feel bubbles of anxiety and pain and even resentment form deep in your core, "She locked me out." You rubbed your neck.
"Are you," he paused, looking around at all the faces passing by him, "Still there?"
"Yeah. Unfortunately. I'm sorry."
"What are you sorry for? Don't apologize, you didn't do anything."
"I keep causing problems for everyone."
"Not for me. Or Mj."
It was quiet on your end.
"You still there?"
"Yeah."
"I'll be there in like ten minutes."
"You probably shouldn't."
"Nah, nah." He said, having a sudden wave of anger rush over him, "Let me take care of this."
And true to his word, Peter was there in ten minutes. You hopped up from your spot on the porch as he made his way up to the door and knocked on it as hard as he could. He gave you a reassuring pat on the back.
The door swung open, and your mother seemed awfully surprised and confused to see some random man just standing there. Peter held no emotion has he looked her dead in the eye, "Can we come in."
She opened the door wider so that way you two could step in.
"Go get your stuff." is all Peter said to you.
Wasting no time, and not wanting to be in the middle of a potential argument between the two, you skedaddled to your room. It almost felt like too much to be in there. It looked so empty and barren compared to your room at Peter and Mjs place. Seems really dull. Lifeless, almost. Dust covered every surface, which meant that nobody had ever even bothered to see if you were even still in there.
You heard their voices from the living room, but they seemed so distant, seeing as all you could focus on was every shitty thing that woman put you through.
You remember the day that you got bit. It made you deathly ill, and you just thought you were dying from some sort of allergic reaction to the spider bite. You tried to get her to take you to any doctor or anywhere that could help because all you could seem to see were stars.
Everything then was so loud. Everything was so bright. It was all too much, and you were certain that the reaper was waiting for you. What did she say?
"Suck it up and stop pretending. Everything has to be so dramatic with you."
Or that time you forgot a single item on the shopping list. You got this whole speech about how stupid you had to have been. To forget one item. It was the world's most useless item.
Everything else seemed to play all over again, all at once. Like a waterfall. It should've made you sad. It should've made you cry, or scream.
You recounted all the times you wanted to fight back, or just run away. Leave everything behind and just run until your legs gave out. But you never did. You always found some reason to linger.
The conversation was growing louder where Peter was.
"You aren't going to do this to them ever again. Sign the papers."
You nearly dropped your last belonging on the floor as you scrambled to your door. Papers? He wasn't serious. Well, obviously he was. He just said it.
"Fine. It's not like the-"
"Zip it. Sign the papers."
"Who are you anyways? The law? If so, whatever they've told you is a b-"
"Listen, lady. I didn't ask for any attitude. I told you to sign the papers." he seemed to huff in annoyance, "That doesn't require talking."
"I'm a good mother."
"And I'm the king of France."
"Really. I gave them a good home. I have fed them and kept them warm-"
"Really? You think you did all that? Or are you convincing yourself that you did all that?"
"I am-"
"Can I be honest with you?"
"Ye-"
"I've never said this about anyone, ever. I don't like speaking to or about anyone like this.. Ever, but, you? I think you're a piece of shit."
"Excuse me?"
"Oh, look. You finished signing the papers. I'll take those. Thank you."
Realizing that it was your time to go, you stuffed your blanket into your duffel bag and rushed out the door and down the hall. Peter looked at you, expecting to see at least three bags. But he only saw the one.
"Where's the rest of your stuff."
"Uhm," you shuffled around, pretending as thought you dropped some, "This...This is all my stuff."
"That can't be ri-" He laughed a little, and noting the expression on his face, you saw that he was NOT happy. "That? That single duffle bag is all you have? That's it?"
"Yes..." you took a step back, "This is all.."
"I can't believe it." he said, "You're joking! One bag worth of stuff?"
He turned his attention back to your mother, who, for the first time in your life, actually looked like she got caught red handed, "You're pathetic. Absolutely pathetic."
"But they're so u-"
"No! No, you don't get to talk anymore. You've done enough."
You awkwardly shuffled behind him, in the event that you two had to make a mad dash out the door. That and you needed to not be seen as you tried to hide your almost evil grin.
"The hell is wrong with you? You have this amazing kid, and THAT'S all you've ever gotten for them? And you sit there and call yourself a mother? Absolutely, without a doubt, bullshit. I'd be ashamed of myself to call myself a father if that's all I've provided for my kid. Don't even get me started on you as a person, we made that clear."
It almost felt cursed to hear him swear, seeing as he made it a point to tell you to not swear. Every time you did, you have to give a quarter to the swear jar. Mj was always on your side, though. She'd say a swear that was much worse and have to pay a dollar. Each word had a value.
"Maybe we should just go." you suggested, tugging on the sleeve of his arm, "She's not worth it anymore."
"She was never worth it, it seems."
You finally made eye contact with her, and the look in her eye. It's like she understood, but was choosing to not do anything about the situation. She could look sorry all she wanted, but you knew she wasn't.
"I'm sorry, Y/n. You know that right."
"That means nothing to me."
"I can change."
"If you can change now, that means you could've changed then. You just chose not to."
"But I'm your mother, you should realize how I feel. You should want-"
"You're not my mom. You stopped being my mom the first time you-" You turned towards the door and started walking towards it, "Whatever. You mean nothing to me."
You practically kicked open teh door just to leave, and Peter was right behind you, shouting about how he'd make sure to egg her house everyday, just to piss her off.
"Do you really think I'm amazing?" you asked, the walk home feeling rather quiet.
"I think you're more than that. Just can't put it into words."
"Did you really mean it...That we could egg her house?"
"You want to? There's a store right on the way home."
"How about tomorrow."
"I'll have to clear up my busy schedule. See if I can work in a drive by egging. Well, swing by egging."
"You promise?"
"You kidding? I haven't egged anyone's house since college."
You had so much more you wanted to get off you chest, but you opted to just talk about it at home, with everyone present. You wanted to talk about how you felt about everything, and the papers. Whatever those were. But you were, for the moment, busy laughing about Peter's story about how he used to Egg this one reporters house. Someone named Jonah.
You wonder if Jonah ever put two and two together.
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