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blueberrypancakesworld · 4 months

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My heart...don't cry I'm here - Saltburn 2023

Michael Gavey x fem!reader

warning : hurt/comfort, angst, implied non-con kissing(from Oliver), jealousy, kissing/cuddling, mentions of blood

Summary : A winter ball or a party is an invitation with consequences and love that blossoms. Michael and his sweetheart were together, everything was perfect until one thing changed and love had to be defended.

Info : So again something for Saltburn and our sweet Michael a little thought/more complex. Have fun reading ;)

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Everything had been perfect since she had been at university, her grades were good and she had made friends. It was the perfect environment in 2006 with the others.

And it was only going to get better since she showed up in his math class, the extra afternoon class with him for the students who wanted to review the subject.

Maybe it was because it was just the two of them in the afternoon class, maybe it was because Michael was the "teacher" for the time, or maybe it was because she started bringing him a crunchy bar every time. Whatever it was, it brought the two of them together.

Maybe it was his smile that appeared every time she got another task right which was so full of joy for her that she couldn't help but smile herself. His joy and devotion to the subject and to her was clear.

That it was bound to happen at some point that when she suddenly dropped a pen and they both bent down for it, it seemed like a scene from a bad romance novel. ,,Please, I insist," he said and his lips curled into that cute smile again, which almost seemed to make him excited.

He adjusted his glasses again and put the pen back in her hand, she greeted him with a ,,Thank you Michael... tell me, I'm very grateful for all this, would you mind coming for a cup of tea with me?" she dared to ask, already preparing to be laughed at by him, that his flight of fancy had caused him to drop her.

Instead, she was almost blown away when he practically ripped her arm out and shook her hand, smiling broadly at her.

,,Oh yes, I'd love to, my dear!" he had told her and this was the first date they had had in a small cafe near the university for tea and a few cupcakes but she had quickly realized that Michael preferred his Crunchy Bars to any other sweet things.

When he dug into the chocolate and drank the tea she smiled at him and she could always see his slight nervousness. He had changed a little, he was no longer as stern and serious as he was when he was studying.

She had often seen him in the library looking at the books and exercise books so intently. Always with a thoughtful look on his face. But now he was as cute as an excited golden retriever.

But it didn't bother anyone, it was even kind of cute when he told the cashier that he had miscalculated. How he insisted that they recalculate that his bill was correct and the machine was wrong.

Michael shouted out the answer and only calmed down when she put her hand on his and gave him an understanding look. ,,Excuse my... my boyfriend, please do the math again?" she asked, not seeing the look of confusion and then complete love behind his glasses.

She hadn't dismissed him, she hadn't laughed at him or shamed him, she had called him her boyfriend. They were a couple.

They were really together. They had been together for a few months, almost a year, and yet their love for each other had never changed, on the contrary, it had only grown stronger.

It was perfect until she found the little note under her notebook, she had met Michael in the library and they had studied together and she still seemed to feel the kiss on the back of his hand when he greeted her.

,,Romance, my dear romantic, is the best thing I can give you every day," he always said before he kissed her enruet gently and always with a little hint of nervousness. He hid his eyes, pushed up his glasses and disappeared, waving.

She looked after him for a moment before disappearing into the library shelves, not paying attention to her notebook, and only when she came back did she see the little note.

Dearest Blood, I would like you to show up at my party for the Winter Ball. With best regards O she left the handwritten message and looked around to see if she could find the person who had left it there. But no?

No one seemed to fit the bill, although she could knowingly assign the O as the sender. Oliver Quick. The mutual friend of the two of them, or the cheat if Michael was concerned.

Oliver and he used to be friends, but since the brown-haired man had been hanging out with the rich guys from Saltburn and such, neither of them recognized him anymore.

Giving the note her attention for a moment, she sat back down to study and decided to tell Michael in the afternoon when they met again, not knowing that two eyes were already watching her.

That his lips curled into a smile and the plan of plans went according to plan. After a while, she disappeared from the library and found her darling in the cafeteria, his plate full of food and almost always the same.

,,Michael, look what I've found from your... friend," she said as she came to him with her tray, also full of food, and sat down at her seat, handing him the paper.

She saw how at first he seemed a little unknowing and then he seemed to remember the deceiver who had once been his friend. Looking at the paper he let her know they knew Oliver had changed but now?

Was it a good idea to go to the party? ,,A party...my darling, only if you feel like it, of course I would accompany you, it would certainly...certainly be interesting to see how he has been," Michael said and handed her the note after reading it again.

She looked at the paper, she didn't know the word "blood" from Oliver, she never thought he would become like this. One of the rich ones.

But was it true and didn't everyone deserve a second chance? That's what they both thought when they turned up at the Winter Ball, or rather the big boozy party, and they were rather overdressed.

Michael had chosen his suit and the white rose on his breast pocket, she had picked it out, fluffed it through his hair and given him a motivating kiss.

In return, he had laced up her dress and showered her with compliments before the two of them had walked through the large double doors just a few minutes later and found themselves at the "Winter Ball".

She heard the horrified sound of Michael looking at the party with an uncertain look that resembled her own. She wondered how the hell so many people could fit in here - it shouldn't be possible, should it?

Everyone was close together, bumping into their neighbors. ,,Shall we go?" she asked, looking at Michael, who adjusted his glasses and looked at her, even though he seemed to want to leave, he shook his head.

,,Shall I get us some drinks and you Oliver?" he asked and looked at her, reaching for her hand to show her that it could be different, that he was looking for his friend and she was looking for the drinks. But when her gaze turned to the bar or whatever else was there, she almost felt dizzy.

Crowds upon crowds of people had taken over the area around it and finding her way back in there would be suicide. ,, Sure we can do that," she said hastily and gave him a grateful look before they parted and Michael set off to make his way through the dancing drug addicts and his favorite through the crowds on the way to Oliver.

After having to dodge several drinks, drugs and dancing people and a leap backwards to avoid being hit by a keg of beer, she was about to give up the search when she saw a brown mop of hair disappear into one of the many rooms. A room she had never seen before.

There were many brown-haired people here, but when she saw the brief smile on the lips of the stranger, there seemed to be no doubt. It was a knowing smile, an amused smile, a hungry smile. The smile of someone who knew exactly what was going on around him.

Following the stranger into the room and opening the door, it suddenly seemed quieter, as if the walls had been built in such a way as to keep the lowly folk at bay. ,,Oliver Quick?" she asked, annoyed that her voice sounded so uncertain even though she had no reason to be.

She knew him, she thought, and yet it also seemed to be due to the room that she felt like she was being swallowed up.

Her voice didn't have the confidence she wanted and she felt her heart beat faster as the man turned around. ,,My blood, you really came, I thought you and the nerd had gone off," he sneered and she could just see his eyes roaming over her body.

He had tried to hide his attraction for her back then, but she had already seen that he was always too tempted to hug her as his hands wandered over her body.

Until she got together with Michael and Oliver left for Saltburn. ,,No we didn't Oliver, we're here to see how you're doing," she replied, glancing over her shoulder, knowing the door was within reach.

But the wolf in front of her was watching her and seemed to want to wrap his jaws around her at any moment. He smiled, winked at her and came towards her, step by step he seemed to enjoy seeing her like this more and more.

,,Looking around then, dear? You were worried how flattering," he whispered and continued to walk towards her, his hand reaching for hers and she felt him kiss the back of her hand, not sure if she should pull away. It was disgusting only Michael ever kissed her like that.

He wasn't Michael he wasn't the romantic he was a creep. ,,Let go of me, we're done here!" she screamed, wanting to tear her arm free and run for the door, out of the room, away from him, away from everything, and yet the wolf seemed faster.

Grasping her wrist, he healed her in place and the grin of his fangs frightened her even more and she wanted to scream. She could already feel herself gathering air, she would scream for her friend until she fell silent.

Something almost medicinal tasted, medicinal, bitter. Alcohol. The alcohol and drug-filled kiss of Oliver on her lips that robbed her of any scream.

She felt his hands running over her body, reaching for everything he could get, wanting more and more. It was disgusting the pressure on her arms, legs and back as he tried to loosen the bow.

Before suddenly all her senses exploded fear and panic flooded through her and she tore him away from her. She ran out and saw the grin behind her as he licked his lips as if he wanted more of this forbidden treasure.

She no longer saw anything but fear as she hurried through the crowd, not paying attention to the people, and only cried out again, which was drowned out by the music when she felt hands on her shoulders.

,,Darling!" she heard the nickname and feared it was Oliver who had opened up to her and wanted to pull her back into the room and take her into the dark.

She was afraid of what would happen. ,,Honey, it's Michael! What's going on? What happened?" he asked, his hands on her cheeks trying to calm her down, seeing the fear screaming in her eyes.

Her eyes full of fear looked at him and slowly she began to understand that it wasn't Oliver, that it wasn't the one who had kissed her who wanted more of her. ,,Mi-Michael...I-I want to leave now!" she screamed at him and saw that he was looking over her, searching for something to explain what had happened.

But by then he had already grabbed her by the hand and taken her out of the building, walked her to the car and put her inside.

The cool night enveloped her, but the heat seemed slow to overcome her. ,,What happened?" he asked, his voice calm yet demanding, she didn't have to look to know that he was pulling himself together, that his hands were shaking, that his body was tense and that he would give anything to help her.

,,Oli-Oliver he...kissed me...I flew I had to get away," she stammered, still afraid of what might have happened if she hadn't escaped.

Instead, she felt a comforting warmth other than the heat of the party Oliver gently placed his hand on hers and gave her a soft sympathetic expression before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a Crunchy bar.

His kiss was as gentle and careful as Oliver could ever be and he said, ,,Wait here please I'll be back in a few minutes everything will be fine darling". It was almost absurd how gentle he could be in this situation and she gave him as grateful a look as she could.

Before he left, he pulled out a handkerchief, skillfully wiped away the tears and gave her one last gentle kiss on the head.

It was so different from Oliver when Michael disappeared into the dark back to the party while she was back in the car looking at the bar in her hand. But this time the beating of her heart was different, it wasn't full of fear, it was full of love.

Even then, when he returned a few minutes later, she was startled to see the blood on his white shirt, the splinter in his glasses and the blood on his fingers. He wanted to start the car without saying a word but hadn't sorted himself out.

This time she put her hand on his, put her head on his shoulder and said a simple, ,,Thank you Michael, I love you" as he gave her another kiss.

She knew the blood smelled of Oliver he knew Michael had hit him but she didn't care she had him with her. His kisses covered Oliver's and with each kiss she slowly forgot what had happened.

There was only her and Michael had only ever given it and would only ever give it.

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screamersinmycloset · 2 months

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Neighbor Furina! x gn! Reader

[Summary]: you found out that the ex-Archon of Fontaine had moved in the same apartment complex as you.

[cw]: nothing just pure fluff ♡ can be seen as platonic too.

Neighbor Furina! Who you find out lives in the same apartment complex as you after she flooded her entire dorm causing water to leak in your place. (You thought you left the washing machine on but after hearing screams from next door you figured that wasn’t the case.)

Neighbor Furina! Who comes knocking at your door with a pout on her face to apologize for the inconvenience and brings you very odd and burnt looking macarons. Getting embarrassed about being unable to cook considering people wouldn’t expect their ex-Archon to be making food for herself instead of having it served for her on a silver platter.

Neighbor Furina! Who lights up once you offer to teach her how to cook a simple at home red sauce pasta. (Only for her to get too excited and buy more ingredients than necessary.)

Neighbor Furina! who finds herself cooking you pasta every other day once she gets the hang of it. Excusing is at being extra leftovers.

Who knew cooking would be so hard? Her cooks made it seemed so easy and yet she isn’t sure what do after boiling the water.

"Now what am I supposed to do next..?” She would scratch her head every few seconds while squinting at the cook book she bought that was definitely overpriced, but she’s finally learning to be human. And that’s something you didn’t want to take away from her.

“Ah miss Furina you put the up heat too high.” quickly lowering it down once you saw how much the sauce was bubbling, sighing in relief to see it didn’t burn.

“You..really never cooked huh?”

"I-I never did!" The ex-Archon suffered out as she tried to defend herself. "I mean, I was way too busy being an archon than doing household chores, not to mention there were countless of servants who did these simple tasks for me..." She let out a sigh and shook her head.

"Well, it was kind of embarrassing to ask my servants to teach me how to cook, I was afraid they'd think of me as childish."

“Then I’ll teach you, everyone starts somewhere.” You said with a chuckle at her words.

Seeing your sincere encouragement, Furina couldn't help but felt a bit shy as an awkward smile played around her lips. She quickly shook it off. "Heh, alright since you insist." She said with a light laugh before adjusting the heat in the correct temperature. "Then, what am I supposed to do next?"

After a few trial and errors later a deliciously scented dish was placed upon Furinas dinner table. You smiled to yourself at the way her eyes glimmered and her grin reached her cheeks from her hard work, it wasn’t a fake smile like ‘focalors’ used to have.. this was real.

“Enjoy your meal miss Furina, you deserve it.”

"Wait."

Before you even have the time to turn around, Furina suddenly grabbed your wrist, her thumb circling your wrist. She seemed rather flustered as she bit her lower lip.

"..uh.. since we did it together, why you care to join me for dinner?"

[very first fic ever! That I posted- please be nice and leave asks if you would like!]

#genshin fanfic #furina #furina x gender neutral reader #furina x reader #genshin #genshin x reader #furina x you #focalors x reader #genshin impact x gender neutral reader #genshin impact x reader

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friendsoup · 5 months

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Omg hello! So I am obsessed with Vertin and CANNOT find anything on her. Could you write an angsty fic between her and the reader? Like something where she and the reader obviously want something to develop between eachother, but refuse to go through with it for whatever reason? If not that's completely alright, I still adore your works.

Brave The Storm

Recipe: Angst, Hurt no comfort, Romantic pining, GN!reader, Reader x Vertin, Projecting myself onto Vertin by making her neurodivergent, v short v sad

WC: 987

AC: Wrote this in the ideal fanfiction writing setting. Home alone, on the couch, with my dog beside me, a cup of warm coffee on the table. I hope this isn't too short for you anon! I had run writing Vertin!

“Timekeeper?” You call, timidly from the doorway. You’ve never ventured into the Timekeeper’s office before, though few have. To your understanding, it was Vertin’s secret place, where she stowed herself away after every storm. Usually, she’d emerge a day later, ready to lead your team forward. But now was different. She hadn’t left the office in days, and everyone was beginning to grow worried. Restless without any commands from her. “Come in.” You hear her voice call from the other side. Your breath catches in your throat. You know that you’re about to see another side to Vertin, one that she’s shown very few people. Hesitantly, you twist the doorknob, and let yourself in. “Apologies for the mess.” Vertin says, shuffling through a box of files. She looks distraught, her eyes heavy with bags and her lips scratched to high hell. Her hair is pulled back into a haphazardly done ponytail, which hangs low. Stray hairs cover her face, it’s clear that she hasn’t fixed it in a while. It occurs to you then that you’ve never seen Vertin with her hair down. You hadn’t considered the true length of her hair, but with it unfurled from it’s bun, you see that it’s quite long. “I wasn’t expecting a guest.” She continues, snapping you out of your thoughts. “No, no, you’re fine.” You shake your head lightly. You can excuse the mess. It’s the work of a genius after all. Far be it from you to criticize. “I brought you something to eat.” You walk up beside her, placing the small tray of toast and water down beside her. It wasn’t the healthiest meal, but Sonetto had mentioned something about it being safe food. You knew better than to doubt her knowledge on the Timekeeper. “Thank you.” Vertin responded, bringing her hand up to her lip again. Absent-mindedly, she scratches at it, picking away another layer of skin.

Without thinking, you move your hand to hers, gently pushing it away from her face. Vertin’s eyes widen and look to you, shocked by this development. You notice the slightest blush on her cheeks. “Sorry!” You apologize quickly, glancing away. “I just… You shouldn’t pick at your skin, Timekeeper. It’s not good for you.”

“Vertin.” She mutters. “Please, call me Vertin.” She looks up to you with pleading eyes. You swallow harshly. “Vertin.” You correct, though the word feels wrong in your mouth, ”You shouldn’t pick at your lip. You could damage your skin.”

“I know.” Vertin sighs. “It’s a bad habit, I’ve been doing it since I was a child. It’s difficult to quit though. I feel like it’s simply been built into me.” Her eyes fall back to her hands, to the box she was looking through.

You kneel next to her, peering into the box. You see the headlines of newspapers pop out in between the manilla folders. You recognize the dates, as times in the distant future. Vertin places the newest neatly inside. “The creator of the Storm must have a twisted sense of humor.” She says, suddenly. “I can bring as many items as I want with me into my suitcase… Yet the people I try to save stay lost forever.” Her voice is soft, fragile. As if she could shatter at any moment. You spend a second in silence, attempting to find some hopeful words. “You’ve saved many people, Vertin.” You whisper back, scared that if you’re too loud, she’d break. “Regulus, Sotheby,” You take in a breath, holding it in your chest for a moment,”Me.” “You?” Vertin asks, her gaze returning to you. “I don’t think you needed saving. You’re a capable fighter, you’re brave, you have a brilliant mind, you’re…” Her voice trails off, the slight blush returning to her cheeks. Silence falls between you once again. Hesitantly, you reach over, placing your hand over hers. She flinches initially, then calms, her shoulders falling and her breathing slowing. You feel your heart race in your chest at the contact. Her hand is cold, begging to be warmed.

“The reason I keep fighting,” You begin, feeling your throat close up at the honesty, “The reason I’m so brave, and I try to be so smart, is because I want to make you happy. The Storm, it took so much from me. I wouldn’t have the strength to go on if you weren’t in my life. You are my purpose, Vertin.” “[Y/N]...” Vertin chokes on the word, her eyes beginning to tear. “Vertin, I-” “Don’t say it.” She interrupts, holding a finger to your lips. “Please, don’t say it.” Tears are falling quick now, rapid succession down her face. “I can’t take it. I can’t stand it.”

“Why?” You plea, squeezing her hand slightly. “Just let me in, Vertin. Let me help you. We can brave the Storm together!” “No.” Vertin shakes her head rapidly, pulling away from your touch. “You can’t. I can’t. It’s too much. I’ve lost so much over such a short period of time. Everything I gain turns to sand. I can’t let it happen again. Not to such a great extent.” “I won’t leave you!” You beg. “You don’t know that!” Vertin shouts, her eyes bloodshot.

“Vertin…” You whisper, your shoulders falling in defeat. It’s true. You don’t know what’ll happen next time the Storm hits, or when the next attack happens. Though you want to assure Vertin you’ll be by her side through it all, you know that it’ll be an empty promise. Yet empty promises are all you’re able to provide. “Please.” Vertin sobs, her hands trembling. “Leave me be.”

You open your mouth to protest, but then she looks at you, and it sends a dagger straight through your heart. Her trembling lip, her fragile expression. You fear making things worse.

You stand, and make your way to the door.

“Goodnight, Vertin.” You tell her, before you leave. “Take care of yourself.”

#x reader #reverse 1999 #reverse 1999 x reader #Vertin #vertin reverse 1999 #timekeeper reverse 1999 #Vertin x Reader #Vertin x You #fanfic #reader insert #Let's Make Friend Soup!#Order Up!

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sweet-creature101 · 1 year

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Good Girls

summary: Harry finds out that his goody two shoes neighbour is actually quite far from that. Based on the song, Good Girls by 5 Seconds Of Summer.

fratboy!harry era; a frenemies to lovers trope.

warnings: mention of alcohol, sex, the pressure to be perfect

“Good girls are bad girls that haven’t been caught.”

Harry enjoyed walking at night. He enjoyed strolling through his neighbourhood, which consisted of two parallel rows of houses, separated by a black strip of road. Harry was content and blissfully silent as he walked with his hands stuffed in the pockets of his jacket and a sweet melody of a song he just recently heard swirling in his head.

“Jesus…. Fucking….. Christ.”

Harry heard someone mutter these words under their breath, to be more particular he heard a girl. He recognised the voice but wasn’t quite sure of his assumption as he whipped his head in the direction of that voice.

He saw a girl climb down the window of her bedroom. Muttering ‘fuck’ or ‘shit’ at every misstep of hers. He saw the girl skilfully yet so clumsily climb down, placing her hands in the nooks and corners of the brick lined house.

The girl jumped down and ran a hand over her jeans. She looked into the window, squinting to look at herself and ran a hand through her hair, ruffling it to messy perfection.

Harry finally recognised the girl, it was y/n. You looked different, very different from the girl who goes to ballet practice every morning before school, very different from the soft spoken girl in school and very different from the girl his mom spoke of with such fondness everytime you dropped off brownies, which was usually once a week.

“Y/n? What a surprise.” Harry smugly said.

You turned around with a look of shock on your face. Your eyes were wide open. You looked at him with a sheepish smile and began to go through excuses.

“Never imagined to see you sneaking out.” Harry added, crossing his arms over his chest a sly smile on his face.

“It’s for…. It’s for science.” You quickly said, your hands going behind your back.

“Oh yes yes. Forgot about the assignment, silly me.” Harry deadpanned. You roll your eyes at his response and huffed a breath.

“Listen, im sure we can come to an agreement or at least a conclusion yeah?” You reasoned.

“What?” Harry asked you, confused.

“You can’t tell anyone you saw me. No one. Not even your best friend, Lewis was it?” You mumble the last part under your breath.

“Louis.” He corrected you.

“Same thing Styles.” You rolled your eyes.

“Glad to see the mask is off.” Harry said, musing at your behaviour.

He had interacted with you plenty of times but none of those interactions were like this. He had seen you around school, hugging your books as you walked through the hallways with a smile on your face chatting with your best friend. Other times, he saw you at the doorstep of his house with your brownies in hand which he loved but wouldn’t admit. You always seemed to have a quiet, and soft spoken demeanour so seeing you like this, sneaking out and dressed up in something which wasn’t your school uniform or your ballet clothes was a surprise for Harry. Moreover seeing you sneak out of your bedroom window caught him off guard.

“Mask? What mask?” You joked, knowing well that Harry didn’t expect this out of you. “Well, pleasure meeting you at this hour Styles but I have places to be.” You said nodding your head.

“For the science project?” He asked you, a sly and knowing smile on his face.

“Exactly. Need to observe human behaviour in a club. Possibly even document the outcomes of underage drinking.” You said chuckling.

“Well, I won’t keep you from doing your homework then.”

“Great. I’ll see you around.” You said smiling as you booked a cab from your phone.

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Harry wondered about you after your little impromptu interaction with him. He saw you around school but you were always busy, your nose either stuck in a book or in school assignments.

You both made eye contact now in the hallways, but you would quickly divert your gaze after giving him a small smile. Harry wanted to be friends with you. He had no reason as to why. He simply wanted to.

Harry’s train of thought was disrupted when his phone began to rang. Ems the caller name displayed. Emily and Harry had a peculiar arrangement, they would have sex, go to parties together and were almost always together yet they weren’t dating.

“Hello?” Harry spoke.

“Harry! You forgot to pick me up from ballet. We’ll get late for Jaspers party!” Emily huffed.

“I’ll be there in ten minutes.” Harry said, getting up from the comfort of his sofa.

“Great, I’ll stretch some more then.”

Harry reached the studio in a matter of ten minutes just as he promised. He searched for Emily and found her laughing with a few girls. Emily spotted him and ran towards him, a smile on her face.

“Oh my God, thank fuck you made it in time.” She said with a breathy laugh. “I’m a man of my word.” Harry replied. “Give me fifteen minutes, need to change and all.” She said and hurried off.

Harry roamed around the studio. He heard the sound of a piano playing accompanied with a few frustrated groans. He saw you, dressed up in a white leotard with a baby pink flowy skirt. Your hair was in a braid, you put it in a bun harshly.

“Listen y/n, you’ve been at it for the past two hours. Take a break.” The man at the piano reasoned. You shot daggers at him.

“Start playing.” You simply said.

The man started to play. Harry saw you twirl and move with more grace than the pianist. Your face was etched in an expression of pain and a few quiet whimpers left your lips with every twirl yet you kept going. You powered through and once the piece was over, you fell to the ground, your chest caving in with every breathe.

“Listen Matt, we just need to go through the part before the temps de l’ange.” You said, still breathless.

“Don’t be so hard on yourself y/n, you’re really doing good. I’m going home now, so should you.” Matt said picking up his stuff and leaving you on the floor.

You sighed and got up. You winced with every time step you took towards the door.

“Need any help?” Harry asked you. You look at him with an expression mixed with exhaustion and surprise.

“Why are you here?” You ask him.

“I’m here to pick up Emily.” Harry said. You grimaced at the sound of her name and mumbled a ‘right’ as you continued to walk.

“You won’t make it all the way to the door like this.” Harry said, an edge of concern in his voice.

“Don’t worry. I’m used to it.” You curtly said.

It didn’t take long for you realise that he was right. You simply sat down on the floor without saying a word. You began to remove your shoes and whimpered with pain.

“That doesn’t look good.” Harry said, his eyebrows scrunched in concern as hovered over you, his gaze fixated on your bleeding feet.

“Thank you Harry.” You said sarcastically.

“I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Just leave me alone. I’m having a shit day.” You said in frustration. You let your bun fall down, cascading into a loose and messy braid.

“Come on,” Harry said stretching his hand out to you. You debated on whether to take it or not. You decided to take his hand since he was right, there was no way you would make it to the door without hurting yourself.

“Ow..ow.. you’re too fast Harry slow down.” You said in between breaths of pain. Harry slowed down, your hand still encased tightly in his as he made you walk to your bag. You picked up your bag and slipped into more comfortable shoes.

In this distance, you saw Emily walking towards you and Harry dressed up in a tight mini dress. You had nothing against wearing tight dresses but seeing Emily wear a dress that looked as if it suffocated her made you scowl.

“Y/n hi, i didn’t know you and Harry are friends.” Emily said, eyeing Harry with a hardened gaze.

“Because we aren’t.” You said firmly. Harry stiffened a bit at your words. However, the reality of your interactions with him was that they were by coincidence, being in the right place at the right time perhaps. Harry understood this, he understood that you two were nothing but mere acquaintances and the more ironical thing about your circumstance was that you stood a far better chance at being friends with his mother (which you were) than with him, unlike his other friends.

“Oh.” Emily said curtly. She tucked her hair behind her ear and gestured for Harry to come to her side. “I’ll see you around.” Emily mumbled as she left.

“Will I see you at Jasper’s tonight?” Harry asked you. “I’d rather die.” You replied back, a slight smile on your face. “Till we meet again Styles.” You said, extending your hand to him. He shook your hand and replied with, “till we meet again.”

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The night sky felt alluring. You could feel it’s magnetic field reach out to you and call you. The air was cool and gentle as it blew around your bare arms and legs. You sighed contently and took a hit of the cigarette perched in your hand.

You were sitting on the grass, your legs stretched out to the road. You liked how quiet it was.

You took a hit of your cigarette, watching the smoke circle above your head. In the distance, you saw a muscular figure make its way towards you. You were about to get up but you heard the figure shout out your name.

“Y/n!” It was Harry.

He ran up to you and scanned his eyes over your relaxed figure.

“We need to stop meeting like this.” You said making Harry crack into a bright and pearly smile.

“Wanna sit?” You ask him, as you patted down at the free space next to you.

“Sure.” Harry said while he sat down, his legs own bare legs touching your cold ones. You felt your whole focus narrow down to the part where your thighs touched.

“Didn’t know you smoked.” Harry said, his eyes showing an incredulous look.

“There’s a lot you didn’t know.” You said shrugging lightly.

“Seems so. I didn’t know that you sneak out, drink, smoke-”

“I get it Styles.” You said, halting Harry’s long list of all the things he didn’t know about you. Harry chuckled at your response.

“How’s your foot?” Harry asked you. You only rolled your eyes as you disposed off the cigarette.

“It’s fine. Nothing big.” You said, your eyes set straight at the road.

“I don’t like Emily.” Harry blurted out, his words a bit haywire, an indication that he was drunk.

“You’re drunk Harry.” You said.

“Tipsy.” He corrected you before he continued, “don’t get me wrong, she’s pretty and nice but is it so scandalous to admit the fact that she tires me?” Harry sighed.

“Tires you?”

“Like a record player you know. At first, you’re fascinated, then you like it and then you’re obsessed but after a while you realise, ‘shit, it’s the same thing over and over again’ and then you want something different. Something real.”

“Wise words Styles.”

“You don’t understand me.” Harry grumbled rolling his eyes.

“What, I do!”

“No you don’t.”

“I understand how it feels when you’re living your life according to the likes of others. I understand how it feels when you’re walking on eggshells, afraid that one wrong move and everyone’s going to see who you are under that facade. I understand how it feels to be suffocated. I understand Harry.” You mumbled the last part in a quiet voice.

“Shit man, welcome to the club.” Harry said, slinging an arm across your shoulders as he brought you closer to him.

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As the months passed by, you and Harry became attached at the hip. You no longer passed him small and shy smiles but would wave at him with full enthusiasm and he would often steal you away from your friends just because he needed a dose of ‘reality’ when he spent too much time around Emily.

Tonight, you had promised Harry to take him to the places you would vanish to in the night. Harry was apprehensive at first, any experience he had when it came to drinking and partying came from high school house parties. You somehow convinced him with a few hugs and slobbery kisses on his cheek.

You climbed down the balcony of your house, Harry watched you intently with every step his hands open to catch you if you fell. You got off with a jump, running your hands over your skirt.

“Graceful.” Harry said. He offered you his hand which you took, ignoring the faint warmth that rose up to your cheeks.

It was a ten minute drive to the club you usually went. Harry couldn’t help but wince at how loud the music was at first but as time passed he began to let lose. You both had downed a couple of drinks and spent the night in each others arms, close enough to have your hearts beat in synchronisation.

“Have I told you how pretty you are?” You said to Harry as you put a hand on his face. Harry leaned into your hand and closed his eyes giving you a lazy smile.

“No.” He said.

“Well I think you’re really very pretty.” You said hiccuping, a slight giggle passing through your painted lips. “Keep it coming y/n.” Harry said, a smug smile on his face. You roll your eyes and draw your hand down to your side.

“We should head home. Got school tomorrow.” You said and Harry groaned. “We can skip.” He said, a glint of mischievousness in his eyes. “Nope.” You said shaking your head no. “Why don’t you try skipping school.” Harry pleased and you immediately shut him up by placing your hand on his mouth.

“We’re leaving now and I’ll pick you up for school tomorrow.” You said. Harry licked your hand and you squealed. You took a step back but Harry pulled you closer, a hand on your waist as he tugged you towards him.

“Fine.” He said defeated. You smiled and kissed his cheek.

You wanted to stay here, in his arms and not leave his warm and strong embrace. You mentally slapped yourself in the face for thinking like this. You told yourself that Harry didn’t want you. He wanted someone pretty, someone who would got to house parties and post about them, someone who everyone admired, someone who everyone loved and wanted to be friends with.

He didn’t want someone who hides behind a carefully curated identity of ambiguity, he didn’t want someone who would purposely go into self destruct mode, someone who buried themselves in work, someone who no one liked, someone who no one knew about and more importantly he didn’t want someone like you.

Harry one the other hand was fully convinced that he wanted no one other than you. There was nothing more he wanted than to hear you laugh because of him, to spend his days with you and simply bask in your presence.

“You there?” Harry asked you, bring you out of your trance. You looked up at him and gave him a smile. “Yeah.”

You needed to get away from him before you fell even harder.

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Harry wondered what went wrong.

The two of you had last talked a week ago. Harry noticed that you had been running away or at least seemed to run away from him. He had seen you once or twice when you came to drop off your brownies. Other than that, you were usually drowning yourself in school work and spent your nights studying rather than sneaking out. At least that’s what Harry thought.

You would sneak out every night or two around one or two a.m and would return by four in the morning which gave you three hours of sleep in total. You spent your time in school studying and answering all questions asked in class diligently, like the person everyone in school thought you were. You practiced ballet every day, until you felt your bones and legs cleave into two, hoping to suppress the roaring in your head whenever you thought about harry.

Today however had been a difficult storm to hone. You had finished baking your batch of brownies and headed to Harry’s house. You hoped he wasn’t there although it was a holiday. A part of you wished that he were with his friends or even Emily while the other part of you missed him. Missed him in a way that you believed was best left unattended to.

You rang the doorbell of his house and were greeted by the warmth of his mother.

“Y/n! Oh how I missed your brownies.” Anne said hugging you tight.

You smiled at her and handed her the container. “Made them the way you like.” You said.

“With extra love?” Anne asked you, a glint of happiness and adore in her eyes.

“Of course. Always with extra love.” You said, shoving your hands in the pockets of your jacket.“Well I best be going.” You said.

“Nonsense. Come in for a cup of tea. It’s the least I can do for you.” Anne said, holding the door wide open for you to enter. She didn’t give you the time to say no or to even think about her offer as she pulled you in and shut the door close.

Harry’s house always smelt like fresh cut flowers and honey. It was warm and welcoming. You followed Anne to the kitchen, a wince forming on your lips as you walked owing to your swollen ankles. You were over worked and exhausted but you needed to an escape from the plague of thoughts Harry left in your head.

But here, standing next to Harry’s mother in his own house was no remedy to the illness that plagued you in your head and heart.

“How is school going?” Anne asked you as she brewed tea. She set down three cups instead of two on the counter top.

“School is good. Just a lot of work and studying.” You said shrugging cooly.

“If Harry worked half as hard as you, I’d more than happy with him.” Anne choked on a laugh. You gave her a weak and small smile.

“I’m glad that such things are being said about me.” A voice from the stairs said.

It was Harry.

You turn around to meet his gaze. He looked effortlessly beautiful in a plain white tee shirt and a pair of grey sweatpants. You wondered if he knew that fact about him since there was no one to tell him that other than your occasional drunken self.

“Hi.” You breathed out.

“Hey.” Harry said, his eyes narrowing at your frame. He walked closer to you, his eyes not leaving your face. You felt yourself burn and heat under his gaze but you kept your posture high and stiff.

“Can we talk?” Harry asked you in a quiet voice.

You never noticed how close the both of you stood to one another until today. You never noticed how you would find yourself leaning into him, as if it were second nature until today. You never noticed that there was an undertone of love in his eyes when he was around until today.

“Yeah.” You said. Harry held you by his wrist and took you up his room.

You sat down on the edge of his bed as he stood at the doorframe, his arms crossed and lips pursed in contemplation as if he were wondering what to say.

“Why have you been avoiding me?” Harry asked you, breaking the icy silence between the both of you.

“I’m not.” You replied, your voice far and distant.

“Bullshit.”

“It’s… it’s difficult.” You said.

“Not if you explain it to me y/n.” Harry said, walking close to you and held your hands in his. A silent plead. A whisper of love. A promise of acceptance.

You hated this. You hated being so vulnerable in front of him. You hated knowing the fact that he could strike where it would hurt the most with only words.

But you had to. You had to wear your heart on your sleeve just as he had done repeatedly. If not for him, then for your own sanity.

“I like you Harry. Fuck, do you know how difficult it is to fall for your best friend and also be aware of the fact that you’re not good enough for him?” You said. Harry’s grip on your hands only tightened at your confession. He was silent. Quiet.

“Say something. Please.” The last word came out as a weak whisper. Harry brought his head closer to yours, your eyebrows touching each other as he held you in the embrace of a lover who had longed for this, longed for you.

“Y/n, you’re far too good for me. Screw Emily, I don’t want her. I don’t want any of the things people think I do. You’re the reason I smile everyday and it pains me that you don’t know that. I love you y/n, like it or not I do and there’s nothing you can do or say that’ll change that. If anything, I might be the one who’s not good enough for you.” He said, his eyebrows scrunched in sorrow at the thought of you thinking you’re not enough for him.

“What! No Harry. You’re everything I want. Don’t ever think that.” You said.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked you.

You didn’t let him speak further as you crashed your lips onto his, letting pure and sweet oblivion sweep away every thought of insecurity and uncertainty that crashed through you.

This was real.

He was real.

Harry broke the kiss, his hand caressing your face.

“I promise to take care of you y/n. You’re all I’ve ever wanted.” He said before kissing you again.

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nerys-nerie · 1 year

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Dragonfly

Helaena Targaryen x Fem!Reader

You’re Princess Helaena’s handmaiden but you harbor secret feelings for her. Little do you know she does too.

Warnings: Aegon is his own warning, mentions of marital r*pe (it’s not really mentioned but sort of alluded to), smut, fingering, cunnilingus (Helaena receiving), and thigh riding

If you’re not interested in that don’t read, thank you.

I think I got all the grammatical mistakes, but correct me if I’m wrong.

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You stared as Aegon, your lady’s brother husband, downed another goblet of wine in front of his sister wife. Helaena just stared off into the distance as you stood behind her to her left in case she needed her cup filled again. She never did.

You never quite understood why Alicent thought it would be smart to make them have dinner together. They never got along, or talked for that matter.

You inched forward to your lady’s ear. “My Princess, I do believe you have that early tea with…”

“Lady Redwyne’s daughter.” The princess finished. “Oh, how could I forget.” Her nose was slightly brushing your cheek now.

She smelled lovely, you would know, you put her bath salts in the tub yourself. You never stayed to bathe her, you got someone else to do it. You feared you may cross a line if you were able to touch her naked skin.

You are her handmaiden. Obviously. You have been her handmaiden since you were ten and six. She was the same age as you when you met.

Your Princess did not even say goodbye to her lousy excuse for a husband as she moved. Helaena had stood up quietly and made her way to the door with you trailing behind her. You quickly walked in front of her to open the door for the princess.

“Thank you.” She said softly with a small smile.

You could not help the swarm of butterflies that entered your stomach. ‘She’s so polite.’ You thought.

Then again if she smacked you and called you worthless scum, which she would never do, you would thank her graciously.

Helaena was the one good thing in this world, and you tried your very best to protect her. You loved her bugs, her random words, her smile (on the rare occasions she was happy), her smell, her hair, and her lips. Everything about her seemed to intoxicate you. Even the way she breathed had you on the edge of your seat.

That’s exactly why you hated Aegon. When Aegon would come to her when he was drunk she always became a shell of herself the next day. She didn’t deserve that, no one did.

You would always be so gentle with braiding her hair with extra compliments those days. You gently messaged her shoulders and neck too. It always made her relax into the chair and breathe easier.

Helaena was always kind to you. She would show you her favorite bug. The beetle. A golden one at that. It only lived two months, but she wanted to show it to you every day. It always made your cheeks warm.

She even gave you special handmaiden clothes, so everyone would know you were her handmaiden. When her mother asked she mumbled how she was a princess, she thought it best that her maiden match her and some of her dresses.

That was something you also noticed. She always mumbled with Alicent or avoided eye contact. She never did that with you. She always tried to look you in the eye when speaking, though it did seem difficult sometimes for her.

“My pleasure, my Princess.” You responded with a small curtesy.

Her smile only widened. “Could you have a bath drawn for me, please?”

“Of course, princess.” You said as you made your way to her quarters.

She watched you as you left. She let out a small sigh. She liked having you close to her, you were her dearest companion. Helaena wanted to scream ‘thank you’ at the top of her lungs to her mother for choosing you to be her handmaiden.

For some reason when you touched her she always felt something warm in her lower stomach. She didn’t know what it was called, but she liked it.

Maybe you would bathe her this time. Strangely enough, Helaena prayed for you too. Your touch always soothed and ignited something she also didn’t know the name of.

When Helaena came to her room, after going to see her children, she found a different handmaiden waiting for her, not you.

She let out a small huff of disappointment. Almost a whine.

When the other handmaiden was touching her she imagined it was you gliding all over her body. A sudden arousal creeped in on her as the handmaiden accidentally pulled her hair. She had to bite her lip to keep a sinful noise in.

When the handmaiden was done with drying the princess she moved to put on her night shift. The Princess stopped her.

“I would like [Name] to help me with that.” She told the girl. The girl curtsied and hurriedly went to get you without a word.

You slowly walked into the room with slight confusion written on your face.

“My princess, you asked for me?” You bowed.

“I did. Help me put on my night garments.. please?” She beamed at you.

You took a deep breath. She was in only her towel. Her hair was wet and reaching past her mid back. Her pale skin was slightly red from the warm bath water. You could see her bare thighs littered with water droplets.

“Will you? Please?” She asked again.

‘So fucking polite.’ You thought again. Your eyes were dilated, nearly black, as you made your way to her. “It would be my pleasure.”

Helaena felt it again, that weird warmth in her stomach, when your eyes traveled over her body. She squeezed them together when you spoke.

You slowly removed the towel from Helaena. She stared you directly in the eyes when you did so. You turned quickly, breaking the unknown staring contest, and grabbed her night shift.

You would not stare at her naked body, it would ruin all restraint you have.

Helaena wanted you to look. She wanted you to see her breast and thighs without shame. She wanted you to want her.

“Why do you shy away from me? We have the same.. parts.” She said with hesitation.

“I do not wish to dishonor you.” You answered rather fast.

‘Please dishonor me.’ She thought.

“I wouldn’t mind.” Helaena spoke below a whisper.

You heard. No. You must’ve heard wrong, so you continued to put her shift over her head as she frowned.

“Does my Princess wish for me to brush her hair?”

“Please.” Helaena sat in her vanity’s chair. She was slightly disappointed, but she would still feel your hands on her this way.

You brushed through her hair with ease for the most part. Until you reached a small knot. You accidentally pulled at it as the lovely Princess let out a whine as her eyebrows furrowed.

The arousing warmth in her stomach was back tenfold now that it was actually you doing the pulling.

Did you hear that right? You did it again, on purpose. She let out a whimper this time and her legs, noticeably, squeezed together.

You had to put down the brush and close your eyes for a moment to just breath and calm yourself down. When you reopened them you saw Helaena staring at you with watery and pleading eyes.

“Please.” She said.

“Yes, Princess? What is it you need?”

“I’m.. aching. It hurts.” She said as her voice got higher in pitch.

“Where my Princess? Do you need a Maester? Perhaps a Massage?” You actually sounded worried at this.

She grabbed your hand and slowly, after having you graze over her lower stomach, put it on her cunt. Her night shift was a thin silk, so you could feel the wetness from her folds. She let out a small moan when your hand twitched nudging her clit.

“It hurts.” She repeated.

You know she wasn’t lying, you could literally feel her pulse in her loins.

“Please, make it stop.” Helaena whined and squeezed your hand.

“Princess.” You whispered with every syllable dripping in lust. You moved the chair over to have better accessibility to her. You kneeled in front of her and kissed her knees as you spread them.

“Fuck.” You saw her dripping down her legs nearly. You then pulled the night gown up to her waist.

Her soft hands grabbed your face. “Touch me, please.” Her beautiful eyes were nearly in tears.

You kissed her wrist and nodded. You then placed both of her legs over your shoulder and scooted her up to your mouth.

You teasing blew on her clit as she squirmed. “Please.” She begged again. It almost sounded like a sob.

You experimentally laid your tongue flat and licked a strip up her cunt.

She moaned your name and another plea. You were just as impatient as she was, so you dove right in. She squirmed as you sucked her clit. She nearly screamed as you licked inside her.

It was such a foreign sensation it made her want to feel it again and again. She wished you had a cock to fill her with your children. She wanted so badly to only be used by you for the rest of her days. She couldn’t help to think the most vile things to do with you.

“Please, please!” She said again as she rocked her hips into your face when you nibbled her clit. Her thighs clenched around your head in need.

You looked up at her. Gods she was a sight to behold. Her mouth was in an ‘O’ shape as her eyebrows knitted together. Her sounds, for fucks sake, her sounds. They sounded so cute. Her whines and the way she would grind on your face made you nearly loose it.

You then decided to use your fingers to pump in and out of her as you pulled her clit between your teeth.

“Mm, please, my love, please!” She didn’t know what she was begging for. She wanted you to squeeze her plush thighs harder to make a mark so she would always remember this moment. The day you ate her pussy like a woman starved.

You thought in your mind how there was no way she was supposed to taste like ambrosia from the Gods, but you did not dare question it. You loved how messy she was as her sweetness dropped down your chin. It made your own core clench around nothing.

Your fingers felt almost as good as your mouth. Helaena noticed how you kept searching for something inside her.

“My love!” She cried out as you found it. Her hands plunged into your hair which caused you to moan directly onto her clit. She was so needy for you.

She felt as though she would burst at any moment. You had added a third finger into her and you always rubbed against the spot that made her moan oh so loud.

You would’ve worried about her noise if you weren’t in heaven at the moment.

“So, so pretty.” You mumbled.

“Feels weird.” She said in between moans. Some coil in her was about to snap. It almost felt like her bladder but not quite.

And then all at once Helaena’s back arched as she let out a silent scream. Her walls clenched around your fingers tightly, but your movements never ceased. She squirted on your chin, but you still continued.

Once she finally started feeling overstimulated she pulled your head back. Her legs were still shaking.

You kissed the inside of her thighs with feather light touches. “Princess? Are you alright?”

“What..” she had to catch her breath for a moment. “What just happened?”

“You came.”

“I came? I’ve never done that before.” Your Helaena was in a dazed state with labored breathing.

Your blood started to boil at this. Aegon had never given your Princess an orgasm? What a dumb fuck. That was the closest thing to divinity that you’ll witness while you’re alive.

“Did you like it, Princess?” You kissed her knees again.

“Yes.. how do I.. how do I make you feel that way?” She asked. She wanted to see you as you came and she wanted to know if you’d make sounds too.

“You don’t need to, my Princess-“

“I want to.” She cut you off. “Please.”

You slowly stood up and took off your dress. Now you were only in your small clothes which was just a thin underdress with no panties.

Helaena watched with bated breath as you made your way over to her. You sat down on her thigh. You took a sharp breath. You then thanked the Gods the vanity’s chair was large, so you had a lot of room to bounce on her leg when needed.

“You’re warm.” The Targaryen Princess whispered. “I like it.” She giggled.

“As are you, my Princess.” You said with a grin. Her muscles in her thigh twitched as she moved it ever so slightly. You bit your lip and moaned.

“Helaena. You can call me Helaena.” She said as one of her hands landed on your waist.

You realized you had not exactly kissed her yet, true you had kissed a pair of lips but not the ones you innocently dreamed of. You stared at her lips as she stared at yours. She licked on your top lip lightly.

You placed a soft kiss on her lips, it didn’t have passion but it had a caring nature. Your Helaena was not used to such sweetness. She pulled you closer to kiss you harder. Her movements made you let out a small moan as your clit grazed over her thigh ever so slightly.

Helaena paused into the kiss. She had taken note of your sound. She wanted to hear it again. So she bounced her thigh muscles making you twitch slightly.

“Helaena.” You whispered with urgency. She continued slowly as if to antagonize you. Her hands were on each side of your waist, but one of them went exploring to your breast. She pressed her lips to yours to silence you when she squeezed your nipple.

“I want to try something.” She said as she separated from your lips.

“What is it, my pri- Helaena?”

“Your Helaena..” she repeated. The thought made her smile sweetly as if she didn’t have your nipple between her fingers five seconds ago.. “I wish to kiss you here.” She point to your breasts. “Take your small clothes off. Please.”

You did so wordlessly. “May I kiss you in the same place Helaena?”

“You may, [Name].” She sounded giddy. She then removed her night shift so the two of you were completely bare.

Helaena had actually had a wet dream of you taking her breast into your mouth. Now that it was actually happening she couldn’t help but accidentally move her legs a little.

It made you buck your hips on her thigh. She loved your little whines. She prayed she sounded as cute as you did. Helaena kissed your lips and slowly moved your hips over her thigh. You let a small moan into her mouth.

She wished to praise you for being so wet, it made it easier for her to move you back and forth. She started to slowly bounce her leg.

You kissed her neck and made a trail of wet kisses to her collar bone. You licked her pebbled nipple and pushed your head to it. You chuckled but it turned into a breathy moan as she shook her leg harder.

You took her nipple into your mouth and massaged the other one. She started to jerk hips as well. When you switched to her left nipple you reached your hand down to her heat and rubbed her clit.

Helaena began to ride your hand. Her leg became tire of bouncing so she ended up searching for your clit as well. She found it very easily. The woman used your wetness as a lubricant to sloppily circle your clit.

She didn’t quite know what she was doing, but she learned fast from your reactions. Helaena want you to cum on her fingers first, but she wasn’t sure if she could last. You were like some sort of expert when it came to her cunt.

You realized she was probably lost so began to ride her thigh. Her hands squeezed your hips with a desperate need. She wanted to taste your breast too.

You noted how she would probably have to take a bath after just taking one. Your slick was all over her thigh and leaking down onto her chair. You couldn’t care less, after all you’ll be the one cleaning it.

Her beautiful noises were back. It only seemed to turn you on more. Soon her noises were muffled by one of your breasts as she had started to nibble one.

This made you cry out as she bit down a little harder than needed. You pinched her clit in return making her gasp. Your fingers were rubbing inside her as you began to palm her clit. Your darling wouldn’t last long that was for sure.

You had finally felt that familiar tug in your stomach. It was close to bursting and your thighs began to shake.

“Gon- gonna cum!” You called out as your eyes slammed shut.

“Cum on me my dragon fly. I wanna watch your face please, please. My pretty baby.” The Princess wanted to see you fall apart on her thigh. She wanted to hear you.

Your eyes watered as your back arched, your motions stopped but your Helaena rubbed her hand on your clit to help you cum harder. You nearly screamed as you came undone. It felt like such bliss even though you squeezed around nothing it still felt so good.

Your body felt exhausted as you came down from your high, but there was one thing you wanted to do before you went to bed. You continued your palming that you had stopped when you were coming.

Helaena had just watched one of the most erotic thing she could think of. The way your mouth hung open to let out the most wanton moans she’d ever heard. It was the way your legs shook when you’d calmed down. She wished she could see that at least once a day for the rest of her life.

Once she noticed your movements she wanted to pull away, but you were literally magic the way you played with her to perfection. The sweet girl gave in to your touches as you kissed her neck and nibbled her ear.

“Look at my pretty girl, is she going to cum on my fingers again? Hm? Does she want to cum again? Can she be good for me?” You asked with fake sympathy.

“Yes, please! Please I’ll be good, I’ll be good!” She whined over and over again. “Wanna cum, please, please let me cum. I’ll be your good girl!”

“So needy.” You kissed and sucked on her skin as you found her special spot inside her. You eventually started using two hands. One to put pressure on her clit and the other to massage her insides.

“Please, ‘m so close.” She whimpered almost like she was crying.

“Cum for me sweet girl. You’re my good girl, you can cum.” You encouraged her as she started to squeeze your fingers so tightly.

Her back lifted from the chair once more as she came all over your fingers. She couldn’t help the jerking of her hips and the moaning from her lips.

Her hips slowed as her moans became quieter until they were just heavy breaths. You slowly got off from her thigh to get a rag to clean yourself off her.

“Where are you going?” She sleepily looked over to you with sad eyes.

“I need to clean you, Princess.” You said as you grabbed a bowel of water and a rag from her table that the other maid must’ve used earlier.

She smiled down at your when you squatted to clean her thighs. She bit her bottom lip thinking about something. You loved to get her dressed, but she stopped you.

“No, let’s sleep without them.” She was referring to your dress as well. Helaena began to stand and lead you to her bed. “Come, let us sleep.”

“My Princess, your maid-“

“You’re my handmaiden.” She corrected. “Helaena is my name. Remember?”

“Yes, Helaena.” You smiled as she pulled you down into her bed.

Helaena clung to you tightly like you were her only lifeline in this dark world. You didn’t mind, you liked know she felt for you too. She was the only good thing in this world so you would do your best to protect her.

“Goodnight my dragonfly.” Helaena whispered with a cute grin on her face as she drifted into sleep.

You guessed she didn’t know how to say ‘I love you’, so ‘dragonfly’ would be the closest thing you got to it.

“Goodnight, Helaena darling.” You kissed her damp hair as you too drifted into sleep.

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heejayy · 1 year

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Rosalie O. || I’ve got my eyes on you

Warning • one sided love?, mentions same sex relationship as taboo (nun homophobic ion do that shit)

Genre • lil angst, fluff at the end

Pairing • Rosalie x black fem! reader

A/n: it’s 4 in the morning don’t mind my mistakes 🙃 but I put my heart and soul into this one…it’s kinda short tho but leave me alone 😭😭

You've had your eye on her since you first set foot on this boat. She is stunning, from the way her eyes twinkle with confidence, to how her skin glows in the sun or moonlight, to even the way she carries herself. She is self-assured, knows her worth, and isn't afraid to put others in their place. You found it insanely attractive, but you couldn't act on your feelings because being in a romantic relationship of the same gender is extremely taboo, so you buried your sinful thoughts away for only you to know.

"My Rosalie, you're amazing on the piano, isn't she y/n?" Linnet smiled as she admired her friend's talent on the piano. You blinked out of your trance, nodding.

“Oh yeah she’s very skilled, such lovely talent.”

Rosalie bowed her head and thanked you, and you smiled and walked away, trying not to stare too long.

You found yourself walking towards the deck, where you sipped champagne while staring at the night sky. The stars were beautiful tonight, and the Nile glistened just right in the moonlight; you wish you had someone to share this moment with, but the type of love you desire is forbidden in the eyes of others.

"May I join you, Ms. y/n?" You turn around to see Rosalie, the woman whom you adore.

“Oh Mrs. Otterbourne, of course you can join me” you welcomed her a little too eagerly.

“It’s Ms by the way I’m unmarried” she corrected and you nodded.

"Right my apologies," you said, she gave you a small smile understanding your mistake. You watched her as she leaned against the railing, the wind blowing through her light curls; her beauty was breathtaking, her skin soft and dewy, as if she had been blessed by Aphrodite herself. Your gaze was drawn lower as you examined her attire, which ranged from Coco Chanel to Madeleine Vionnet, it was very rare for people of color to have such money to buy luxurious clothing but she could.

“She’s looks beautiful in blue.”

“Excuse me?” You jolt from hearing her voice, “I- um” my god y/n can you be any more dense, you internally curse at yourself.

“Rosalie, y/n come join the festivities!” you were saved by a drunk Simon bursting through the doors trying to reel you back into the party, but you couldn’t go back and party not after almost accidentally revealing your feelings to your crush who happens to be another woman.

"No thank you, I'm a little tired, I think I'll go get some rest, goodnight to both of you," you said as you walked up the stairs towards your room.

While closing the door you let out a breath of air you didn’t realizing you were holding. You made your way to the bathroom wanting to wash off the embarrassment you were feeling, while in the shower all you could of was her and it was frustrating.

You tried to distract yourself by thinking about tomorrow's activities, they said everyone was going to see an ancient tomb, that should be fun you thought. You were rubbing in your moisturizer when you heard a light knock on your door. You weren't in the mood to open it, and you also didn't feel like talking to anyone so you ignored it.

“It’s me Rosalie, do you mind letting me in? I know you’re awake because your light is still on.” You gasped jumping up from your seat snatching your robe off the bed quickly putting it on.

“May I help you?” You ask politely.

“You know I’m not stupid and I don’t like bein’ played for a fool” she snickered walking pass you entering your room.

“Whatever do you mean Ms. Otter- um I mean Rosalie?” You questioned tying your robe tighter around you. She took a seat on your bed crossing her legs “I mean you y/n, don’t think I don’t notice those longing stares, the way you blush when I complement your blouse or perfume, the way you-“

“Please stop! I'm sorry, okay?" you say, flustered, “I'm going to stop everything; I'm not going to look at you, talk to you, or even breathe in your direction. I know you're probably disgusted with me for having feelings for a woman, and I know it's not right," you hung your head in shame, refusing to make eye contact with her, you can't believe she found out you didn't think you were that obvious. You sat down on the vanity seat, feeling nauseous.

“You’re absolutely right it is seen as wrong but I never said I cared” your head shot up in confusion to see her wearing a flirtatious smirk “I’m sorry if my advances seemed a little- what’s the word…vague? But I am also interested in you. So no need to go boo-hooin’ and apologizin’ darlin ” you couldn’t believe your ears, Rosalie was into you?

“Why didn’t you say anything before?”

“Well I found it amusing seeing you squirm but it was becoming a little too obvious so I came here tonight to tell you I feel the same way.”

To say you were elated was a complete understatement, the most beautiful woman you’ve met like you back. Unable to contain your excitement you let out a little giggle, Rosalie noticed and smiled, you got up and went to join her on the bed.

"So what now?" When you ask, she takes your hands in hers and places them in her lap.

She smiled at you with sincerity. "I am not ashamed in who I am but I’m also not dumb either we'll be known as friends to others, but to us it'll be much more" she rubbed your knuckles with her thumb while staring at you in awe "Well I should be off to my room now it's pretty late and don’t wanna raise questions" you frowned not wanting to see her go but knowing you'd see her tomorrow brought you joy.

"Night y/n and don’t forget I’ve got my eye on you.”

"Good night Rosalie," you smiled as she kissed your cheek and exited your room, and you watched her walk down to her room before returning to yours.

"Wow, what a night."

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You Were Marked: Day Five point Five.

pairing: din djarin x fem!O/C

word count: 9.2K

chapter summary: Din and Marathel fail to communicate, Grogu plays matchmaker, Din and Marathel communicate successfully.

warnings: sexual situations (18+, MDNI), fingering, violence to animals, mention of child abuse and infanticide, Mando'a and English cursing

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Marathel was lightly dozing when she heard the Bounty Hunter’s boots walking towards her and stopping. Then she heard a shifting noise and the pop of a cracking knee joint, followed by a soft thud and a grunt as the Bounty Hunter dropped to one knee beside her. Her eyes still closed, she smiled. “You can’t sneak up on anybody.”

“Rain bothers my knee.”

“Keep telling yourself that.”

“The rain is stopping.”

Marathel rubbed her eyes, and then squinted up at the armored man hovering above her. “Was I sleeping long?”

“Not long at all. But I was watching the clouds and it looks like the rain is moving on.”

“Well, then, we should all be up so we can go after some gwyrlan birds.” She got up to one hip, and the Bounty Hunter put his hands under her arms — touching more of her bare skin than he had intended, even with gloved hands — to help her stand. Between her unsteadiness and his bum knee, they both struggled to get up, making Marathel laugh. “Oh, Frith, we make a pair.”

“Are you still in pain?”

“Some, but I can manage. I should …” Din remained motionless, still holding her arms. “I … excuse me.” Marathel reached up above her, and pulled the curtains down. The fall and swirl of the pieces of fabric made Din take a quick half-step back as he watched Marathel become obscured by the cloth. He heard the jacket fall to her bed. “Oh! Would you please hand me my tunic? I left it on the table.” Her bare arm reached out; the bruises were still very visible on her skin. Din silently retrieved her tunic and placed it in her outstretched hand. Her hand closed around the tunic, and over his fingers as well. His leather-covered thumb grazed over her knuckles, and after a moment, Marathel gently tugged her hand loose, pulling her arm back between the curtains. She could just see the tips of his boots under the pleats of her curtain. Facing him just on the other side of the thin woven fabric that was just on the correct side of opaque, she raised her arms and dropped the tunic over her head. Din quietly inhaled at the whisper of the fabric against her skin.

“Gwyrlans are large sea birds,” Marathel said, surprised that her voice was as even as it was, discomfited as she was by his lingering closeness. She put her jacket back on, found her hairbrush and mercilessly brushed her tangled hair. “They are good eating, but they don’t stay long on the mud flats after a rain.” She dropped her hairbrush back into a basket, and then stepped out of her curtains to find herself toe-to-toe with the Bounty Hunter. Her head tilted in surprise, his head tilted just enough in the opposite direction, that, but for the helmet he wore, they could kiss. Marathel dropped her eyes and stepped sideways. “I’ll get Grogu.” Moving towards the pram, she said, “You should bring one of your boomers.”

Din turned to her. “Boomers?”

“The thing that shoots fire.” Marathel opened the lid and began stroking Grogu’s fuzzy head.

“Blaster. It’s called a blaster.”

“Well, bring that along, too. It might be helpful.” Marathel put the yawning Grogu on her hip, tossed one of her gathering bags over her shoulder, and walked down the steps into the yard. Din quickly chose his favorite blaster, and joined her.

The drizzle had turned mostly to mist as they went back up the path towards the mountain, and then cut across a grassy meadow. “There are little clams that live in the mud flats. Gwyrlan birds love to eat the clams when they come up after a rain. It makes them easy to catch.”

“How do you normally catch them?”

“Chuck rocks. I can usually get one, but that’s enough for only me.” Getting to a rocky patch, Marathel pulled herself up a short ridge. At the top, she turned and held out her hand to help the Bounty Hunter up. He looked briefly at her deeply bruised wrist, but put his hand in hers and allowed her to assist him up.

“Thank you,” he said as he got up to the top.

“Naas baatir,” said Marathel, smiling at him.

“You remembered,” he said, still holding her hand. Attempting to cover it up, he gently placed his free hand on her shoulder. “Good girl.”

Her smiling demeanor fell instantly from her face. “Don’t call me that.” Two spots of high color appeared in her pale cheeks as she jerked her hand away, taking several steps back. “Don’t ever call me that. Ever.” Several seconds passed. She rubbed her hand as if she had been burned. Grogu looked up at her with a worried frown. “This way,” Marathel muttered, turning away. Din followed in silence.

After a short time, Din asked, “What are the Dahls doing?”

Marathel continued walking, but she looked out across the meadows. “Brooding. The females who caught kits will be building nests tonight.” She sighed. “The females who did not catch kits are sad.”

“Not all the females will be laying eggs? After all that — activity the past two nights?”

“Sometimes the females cannot catch kits.”

Din shrugged. “Perhaps sometimes the males cannot give the females kits.”

Marathel’s brow furrowed, as if the thought had never occurred to her. “The day after tomorrow you will be able to leave.” His head swiveled towards her. “Tonight, they build the nest, tomorrow night they will lay their clutches. Early the following morning I will collect the eggs to take to the Hold.” They continued walking in silence. “I’m sorry that you had to stay so long. The Dahls do not follow a strict schedule.” He did not respond, but simply turned his head back towards the path. Marathel looked over at the Bounty Hunter. “I suppose this has been one of the strangest bounties you’ve hunted.”

“It’s up there.” The weirdest bounty involved an antique sofa, a Rodian who believed he was a demigod, and a Corellian freighter transporting farm animal birthing lubricant. Din was going to carry that story untold to his grave. He noticed Marathel shifting Grogu back up on her hip. “I can take him.”

“No, no … he is no bother.” Marathel unconsciously turned her shoulders — and Grogu — away from him. She was tired and her arms ached, but she wanted to hold the child while she still could. She looked down at Grogu; he was gazing back up at her with his beautiful, large eyes as he clutched the fabric of her tunic. He then laid his head against her, hugging her tightly with his tiny arms.

After a few minutes, they were behind a rocky outcrop, hearing the squawks of a number of sea birds. Both Marathel and Din took a peek over. The birds stood on the mud, balanced on their enormous webbed feet that were just as wide as their bulbous bodies. Their curved beaks dug up tiny clams, which the birds swallowed whole. “How many do you want?” Din whispered to Marathel.

Marathel bent to pick up some pebbles. “I’d like three, but it may be …” Marathel was suddenly interrupted by the loud pew-pew-pew of Din’s blaster as he blew the heads away of three large birds near the center of the mud flat. Marathel ducked behind the rock with her hands curled protectively over Grogu.

Din quietly stowed his blaster. “Got you three.”

Marathel stared at him, then stood up to look over the ridge through a thin film of smoke. Three fat birds, now headless, lay in a scattering of grey and white feathers. The other birds had immediately taken flight and had already gone. She sighed. “Well … you got them. You get to collect them.”

Din took Grogu off her hip. “You heard her, kid. Let’s go.” He stepped over the ridge, setting Grogu down at the edge of the mud flat. Din stepped out to get the birds, and sank in the mud up to mid-shin. He looked back at Marathel, who was looking at him expectantly.

“Problem?” she asked. Din sighed and looked down at the mud. He took two more steps, the mud getting over his knees … and into his boots. “It keeps getting deeper towards the center. The birds’ big feet let them stand on top of the mud,” said Marathel with a hint of smugness in her tone. Grogu, for his part, took four wobbly steps forward, and fell face-first into the mud with a splat.

Din put his hands on his hips. “Could have told me.”

“I would have, but I didn’t get the chance before you were going all pew-pew-pew.” Marathel reached over the edge to collect a mud-covered Grogu. “My idea was to scatter the birds to the edge by throwing pebbles before you used your boomer.”

“Blaster,” Din said through gritted teeth. “You could be useful and throw me a branch or something.” After a moment, a four-inch twig landed in the mud directly in front of him. “Not helpful.” She giggled. He continued moving forward, trying to make sure he was on solid ground on each step. But then a misstep took him hip-deep, and he quickly removed his blaster and held it above his head. With an exasperated sigh – making Marathel giggle again – he said, “If I drop this blaster in the mud, I will not be happy.”

“Oooh, scary.”

Din muttered a few choice Mando’a epithets under his breath — this must be payback for the tree incident, he thought — and finally reached the birds in the center, but not before he was chest-deep in the muck. He chucked the birds out of the mud in her direction, and then started to slog back. Marathel put the bird carcasses in her bag, and then found a long vine that she tossed out towards Din, splattering him across the helmet with mud. Din sighed again, but took hold of the vine and let Marathel help pull him in. She was barely concealing her merriment as they hopped down from the rocks. “Very funny,” he grumbled.

“I’m sorry.”

“No, you’re not.”

“No, I’m not,” she said, as the laughter erupted from her pursed mouth like a runner beast breaking wind. “Oh, Frith, all down your boots too … and that’s the kind of mud that itches, so you’re going to be very uncomfortable in a bit.” Din brushed at the mud, flinging it to the ground. “I can wash your clothes for you back at the hut.”

“I have nothing clean there to change into.” Din scraped off another section of mud from his boots.

“Well, then, you can wear a blanket and sit behind the curtains. It won’t take long for your clothes to dry.”

“No,” Din said, annoyed. He straightened, trying and failing to brush the sticky mud off his gloves. “I’ll go back to the ship.”

“Suit yourself. I’ll take Grogu home and get him and the birds cleaned up.”

“Fine.” He turned on his heel and stomped off in that direction, his grand exit marred by the squelching noise his boots made.

Marathel watched him go with amusement. Even prickled up, the Bounty Hunter was still fairly mellow. She wondered what angry looked like on the Bounty Hunter as she headed back to the hut with Grogu and three fat headless birds in tow.

Irritating woman, thought Din mildly as he pushed his way through the tall grass. At least she had the wherewithal to not laugh at him as much as he had at her. He wouldn’t have minded, though, so long as he got to see her laughing face, crinkles in the delicate skin around her sparkling eyes, the color in her round cheeks, her soft lips curled up in a grin.

Osik, how am I supposed to leave her here?

The day after tomorrow he was supposed to take her and however many Dahl eggs to that Hold. To the Bishop. To whomever had branded her. And he himself was honor-bound to his covert, to earn coin to pay forward his debt to new foundlings, and to ransom back the lost beskar of his people, and to eventually retake Mandalore. But he felt that he could possibly throw it all away if she asked it of him.

Din Djarin had been commanded by the Dahl Rodanthe to love her, but by Frith, he also felt that he possibly already did.

Din finally got back to the Crest, where he had one fine time getting rid of the mud. More clay-like than actual mud, it was caked deep in every seam, every pocket, dried hard to his armor. And damned if it didn’t itch his skin something awful. He had to use a razor scraper to get it off his armor, and now he would have to re-oil and polish his whole damn rig. He had clean thermals, but the only flight suit he had clean was the one in sore need of repair. The elbows and knees were blown out, a couple seams were splitting, and he had forgotten about the knife-cuts on the back where he’d been stabbed a time or four. But it was clean and it fit. He stuck his feet back into his cold wet boots and grimaced. These were the best boots he’d ever had, and he hoped they were salvageable. Well, she offered laundry services, and he now felt sorely inclined to take her up on it. He gathered his few things, replaced his armor and helmet, and set back out to her hut.

Her hut looked deserted as he approached. Then he heard laughter and splashing behind the hut. He went around the side to find Grogu sitting in a washtub, applying soap bubbles to Marathel’s face. Grogu had a full bonnet and beard of suds, but he seemed more interested in getting Marathel as wet as possible. Marathel had already washed all of Grogu’s tiny clothing, and they hung on a series of long poles over a smoldering smudge of fragrant herbs. Smiling at the Bounty Hunter, she said, “Oh, good, you’re back. I’ll trade your laundry for the little Godynferth here.” Marathel rinsed off Grogu and pulled him out, wrapping his little green bottom in the towel she had over her shoulder, and then handing him off to the Bounty Hunter.

“Hey, pal,” said Din, rubbing the boy roughly with the towel. “Where’s your beskar shirt?”

“Oh, that’s right here. It did get a bit of mud on it, but I wasn’t sure how to clean this kind of metal.” Din took the chain mail from her. “Why does such a small boy have armor?”

“He is my foundling, and part of my clan. Armor and weapons are part of the Mandalorian religion.”

“Religion?”

“Our Creed. The rules my people follow.”

“Like your rules about not removing your helmet, or your gloves, before anyone else?”

“This is the way.”

Marathel’s brow furrowed. “But I have seen your hands, your arms. And we have …” She dropped her eyes, blushing. “I hope that I have not caused you to break your Creed. I hope I have not offended you.”

“Any indiscretions I may have committed are mine alone. And your needs, your … injuries were greater than the need to hold my Creed.”

“Still, I … had I understood, I wouldn’t have … I would have tried to act differently.” She looked down at his boots. “Your boots need attention. Please, take them off, and I will clean and re-block them, so the leather won’t be ruined.” Her eyes flicked back up to his helmet. “But I suppose removing boots is off-limits too.”

“Technically, in front of you, yes.”

“Frith save us,” Marathel muttered. She had essentially seen him in his altogether — albeit in the dark of night — yet wet socks and bare feet were out of bounds. She dumped his laundry into the tub and went around to her side of the hut, climbing up into her curtains, and re-emerging with a thick pair of socks and her knitted slippers. “Here,” she said, pressing them into his hand, heading back to her washtub. “And what does your Mandalorian religion say about women washing your underdrawers?”

He shrugged. “This is the way.”

Marathel rolled her eyes. “Typical.” She grabbed her paddle and began swirling the dirty clothes to agitate them.

Din went around the corner, out of her sight, and changed his wet boots for the thick warm socks and the knitted slippers. He wriggled his toes, thinking he could get used to socks like these. Keeping Grogu on his arm, he brought the boots back to Marathel, setting them on the bench that held the washtub. “Do you happen to have anything for Grogu to wear while his things dry?”

“Oh, yes. I noticed he had a couple of sacques, so I thought this would work.” Marathel handed Din a small drawstring bag in which she had cut foot-and-hand holes and had quickly whipstitched the openings. Din looked at the color dubiously.

“Pink?”

Marathel snorted. “Faded red.” She held up a pair of the Bounty Hunter’s pants, noticing a split seam. “I’ll go over all these once they’re dry, do some sewing work. It appears Bounty Hunters are very hard on clothing.”

Din sat on the edge of the bench, and fed a squirming Grogu into the little makeshift sacque, tying off the drawstring. “There you go, kiddo, now you look like a fancy dessert at a snooty restaurant.” Grogu giggled and put his hands on the Bounty Hunter’s helmet. Din chuckled himself and tapped his helmet against the boy’s forehead in quick succession. Grogu twisted around and reached for Marathel, saying “Mahr.” Marathel looked over her shoulder at the boy and smiled, but Grogu kept reaching for her, calling Mahr, so she turned and took hold of Grogu’s tiny hand, and then it seemed that she was pulled towards them, and she stumbled against the Bounty Hunter, causing him to wrap his arm around her and hold her close, his helmet tucking under her chin as she stood between his spread knees.

They stayed that way, connected by Grogu’s little hands and Din’s arm around her waist. His hand began to gently stroke her back. Why he couldn’t keep his hands off her, he simply could not say, other than he knew that he would be leaving her, and wanted to remain in this three-person utopia as long as possible. And he had to give Grogu credit; he obviously moved Marathel here to hold the three of them together. Grogu did not want to leave his Mahr any more than he did. Din took a deep breath. Her scent was of herbs and crushed flowers and soap and just the slightest odor of whatever that horrible salve was, but coming from her magnificent skin it was simply part of Marathel.

Marathel closed her eyes, and swallowed against the Bounty Hunter’s helmet as she slid her arm up his back, placing her hand at the base of his neck, her thumb caressing his neck gaiter. She felt her time running out. Oh, if she could remain in this moment, but such thoughts were futile. She sighed and said, “I do have much to do.”

Din grunted and released his hold on her, letting her step back slightly, but keeping a hand on her waist, loath to let her go fully. “I do too. Do you have any wool rags?”

“Wool?”

“Animal fleece. I need wool to clean and polish my armor.”

Marathel looked at him intently, deep in thought. “Oh. Gwalffwr. I do have some.” She moved towards the back corner of the hut, and stepped up into the kitchen. She pulled out another basket and dug to the bottom. Din followed and waited. “Here it is. Felted gwalffwr.” She handed him three small scraps. “This is all I have. The Bishop ordered all the gwalffaid killed long before I was born. Gwalffwr made him itch.”

“Hutuun. He itches, so he kills off a whole species?”

Marathel shrugged. “I do have these; they are made from nettles.” She gave him some abrasive woven cloths, as well as some soft toweling for polishing. She watched as the Bounty Hunter went to the steps with Grogu. He methodically removed each piece of armor, speaking quietly to Grogu as he did so. Each piece had a meaning, each piece had an incantation, each piece served a special purpose, and now each piece was a lesson for Grogu to learn. Marathel was transfixed at the sight of the father and son, carrying on a tradition that was rich, pure, and good. She compared it to her life in the Hold, and felt even more unworthy to have witnessed the scene before her. Not wanting to sully their ritual, Marathel returned to the washtub. At the very least, the Bounty Hunter and his son would have properly cleaned and repaired clothing to wear with their fine armor.

All three remained busy the rest of the afternoon. Marathel finished the washing, hanging the Bounty Hunter’s flight suits and thermals to dry above the smudge, musing that it had been a long time since she had washed the clothes of a man. Then she began the process of refurbishing the Bounty Hunter’s boots by wrapping hot stones with cloths and shoving them inside the boots to restore their shape and dry them from the inside out. She cleaned the three seabirds and soaked them in sweetened herbed water to remove the fishy taste from the meat before she began roasting them. Grogu’s tiny clothes dried quickly in the herbed smudge, so she was able to sort out what needed repairing, and pulled out some of her excess fabric to cut out some new garments for the boy. And in between, she even got some leavening started for a new batch of bread.

Grogu and Din cleaned and oiled the beskar — well, mostly Din, but Grogu was good at holding the oil bottle for the most part. Grogu was now more interested in chasing a small swarm of jumping bugs that were transversing Marathel’s yard. Marathel sat on her table, tightening seams and darning holes. Her hands kept falling idle, though, as she was distracted by the armor-less Bounty Hunter. He seemed more human, less … like a Bounty Hunter. She supposed it was like seeing a strong, tall tree with its full foliage and then again in the cold season … still the same tree, still beautiful and strong, regardless of the cover of leaves.

Din looked up to find her watching him, and then he cloistered himself behind his curtains to remove and polish his helmet. The nettle cloths worked well to clean off the remaining mud, and the tiny wool scraps were just enough to work the oil into the crevasses. He loved the smell of the oil. To him it meant well-cared for armor and weapons, as well as the camaraderie of his covert, his family, his friends. But then the smell of roasting meat began to waft up underneath the smell of the oil, and Din closed his eyes, remembering the smell of the bread she baked and the herbs she cooked with, thinking a man could drown in his own saliva in this hut of hers.

He thought about her, sitting on that table only feet away, and he strongly considered just walking out there, without his helmet, laying her back on that table and kissing the living shab out of her. Then he remembered Grogu, and then thought it might be good for the kid to see that happen, to see his Patu kissing his Mahr like there was no tomorrow. Din opened his eyes to look down at his helmet looking back at him. Only once before had he felt so strongly to act against his Creed, and that was when he had to say goodbye to Grogu. There was no question in his heart that it had been the right thing to do at the time, even now with the guilt and devastation he felt as an apostate. Technically, he would not compound his transgressions more if he did show her his face … except that he would leave her behind right after he did so. Considering what they had shared, such an act seemed inexcusable. So, he replaced his helmet, and stepped out of his fabric cubicle to find her looking at him as he emerged.

Marathel studied the Bounty Hunter, looking him up and down, bootless and armor-less, and he felt his cheeks get hot. She said, “It’s strange to see you like this.”

“Like what?”

“Vulnerable.” She looked back down to her sewing. “It would seem to me that not wearing the armor now and again would be comfortable.”

“I do remove it when safety permits. But a Mandalorian must be ready for whatever comes their way. Danger is always out there.”

Marathel smirked at him. “You’ve been here for five days and nothing’s come to attack you.”

Din shifted his weight to one hip, crossing his arms. “Except for you.”

Marathel's face turned the color of dreamberries, and then she put her hands to her mouth as she laughed. “That doesn’t say much about you as a Bounty Hunter if you can be taken down by a weak, fat woman with nothing but rocks and sticks.”

Din grinned under his helmet as he looked down to the floor. The banter. Osik, he was going to miss the banter. He just genuinely liked this woman. “I disagree with everything you just said. You’re as strong as a Mudhorn, you’re as nicely curved as one of those gorugellys, and you forgot about the eggs.” And her naked body.

Marathel’s face kept that lovely shade of pink. “Mudhorn?”

“It’s a very large, very ugly, very mean critter. I had to kill one once, but it nearly killed me first. Grogu first showed his power of levitation to me then. The thing was about to mow me down, and he lifted that Mudhorn right into the air, allowing me to kill it. It was then the Armourer declared us as a clan of two, and gave us the Mudhorn as our signet.” He retrieved his pauldron to show her.

Marathel took the pauldron, and traced the engraving with her finger. “I wondered what that was.” She raised her eyebrow. “And I remind you of this creature?

He bowed slightly. “Only in determination, fair lady.”

Marathel guffawed and handed back the pauldron. “Rydchi'n llown hon’o.”

“And that means?”

“You’re full of it.”

“As a mercenary and a bounty hunter, I appreciate the compliment.” He turned away to go back to his armor.

“You’re so full of it your eyes are brown, Bounty Hunter.”

Din paused and looked back at her. “Actually, yes. My eyes are brown.”

Marathel turned her attention back to her sewing in her lap. “I like brown eyes. It seems a shame that no one gets to see them.” She began stitching again. Din looked at her a moment longer before he returned to his armor. He considered the pauldron in his hand, and then performed the stacking ritual, leaving his armor just outside his curtains. Satisfied, he went out into the yard to check out the new bug Grogu had discovered.

The gwrlyan birds roasted perfectly, if Marathel said so herself. They were falling apart as she lifted the birds out of the roasting pan. As soon as meat hit the cutting board, she saw the Bounty Hunter and Grogu drift towards the hut. Men are the same all over, she thought. By the time she got the tubers and the gorujellys in their bowls, her boys had materialized table-side. “Take what you want, Bounty Hunter. I will fix a plate for Grogu.”

Din saw that Marathel had also roasted the gorugelly fruits. Over the top of two fruits, there was a generous spoonful of a berry-type sauce. The third just had sweet syrup and dried fruit. He immediately reached for that bowl, but Marathel interrupted. “No, that one is for Grogu, we get the ones with dreamberry sauce. Dreamberries are … it’s hard to say in Newtalk. If you eat or drink too many, you get silly and everything slows down.”

“They are alcoholic? Fermented?”

“I suppose.”

“How strong are they?”

“Um … I would say that this is a very little amount of dreamberries, just enough to warm you up. But then, these have been sitting in my kitchen for a while.”

Din was dubious, but took the fruit and a generous helping of meat and tubers. He looked up and down the table. “No bread?”

“Not yet. You can go without bread for an evening. You’ll survive.”

“No, I’m not sure I will. Your bread is the best bread I have eaten in my life.”

“Well … thank you. I’m happy you enjoyed it.” She lifted Grogu up just before he made it up to the table top, and sat down to feed him. Din went to eat behind his curtains. He thoroughly enjoyed the roast bird. It would be difficult to go back to travel rations after these past few days. The gorujelly reminded him of a fruit from his homeworld. It was fibrous and sweet, and the skin was papery. The dreamberries, though, were something else. He put a small spoonful in his mouth, and all he could taste at first was a sweetness, but then when the berries reached the back of his tongue, he tasted a heated spice that warmed on the way to his gut. Whoa. That is potent. But there wasn’t that much sauce, not even the equivalent of a small spotchka. Still, if he got a little light-headed, he wasn’t going anywhere.

He got up to return the dishes to the kitchen, and just managed to walk in on Grogu belching in Marathel’s face again. And again, Marathel responded with a belch of her own, this time by belching Gro-GU so loudly that Din took a step back. Grogu cooed and clapped, and Marathel bumped the side of her fist against her stomach, saying, “Woo! That felt good to get out.”

“Dank ferrik, woman.”

“Thank you, thank you.”

“Grogu likes your cooking. I do too.”

“Well, I would hope you weren’t clearing your plate out of spite.”

“No. You’re a good cook, Marathel. You’re a good woman.”

Marathel smiled and looked down. “It pleases me to please you,” she said, and then dropped her smile and looked anxious. Din noticed but he wasn’t sure what to do or say. Instead, he picked up Grogu.

Placing his dish in the dry sink, Din said, “I think this one needs a walk.”

“Be careful out there.”

“I have a light.” He flipped up the beam projector on his helmet.

“Well, aren’t you handy.” Din and Grogu stepped off the platform and headed off into the semi-darkness. Marathel put the dishes and roasting pan on to soak, and checked on her bread rise. It looked good to go, so she quickly gave it a last knock-down and turned it into pans. The fire was at a good temperature, so she might get some of the smaller loaves out by the time she finished the dishes.

Marathel was scrubbing the roaster when Din and Grogu returned. Without stepping up, he called, “We will be in the yard.”

Marathel was bemused by how casual they’d become towards each other. “Okay,” she called back. She’d timed it perfectly: the small rounds of bread could come out now. The Bounty Hunter would be pleased. She got the remaining bread situated in the fire, and then she went to the front of the hut. The Bounty Hunter and Grogu were exploring the tall grass, the boy jumping up after hopper bugs every now and again. Marathel looked out towards the mountain, and saw a pale glow in a cave near the top. “Oh! They’re coming!”

Din immediately tensed and reached for his blaster that wasn’t there. “What? What’s coming?”

“The fairylights!” Marathel flipped back her sleeping tick and pulled out the tarp from a few days before. She ran out to the middle of the yard, and spread the tarp out. She bounded back to the hut, grabbed her tick into a bundle, and spread it out on the tarp. She sat down and reached out to Grogu. “Grogu! Lay down next to me, they’ll be here soon.” Grogu trotted over and lay down next to her as Din stood a few meters away. “You too, Bounty Hunter. I don’t bite.”

“Yes, you do.”

Marathel’s head popped up like a gochgoch, her eyes wide. “Um … I promise not to again.”

“Okay.” Din came over and lay down on the far side of Grogu, so he was between them. “What are these fairylights?”

“They are flying insects that will light up in the dark as they fly. They live in a cave high on the mountain. Each season, after they lay their eggs, they fly out from the cave and out into the ocean. As they fly, they glow the entire way, in different colors.”

“What happens when they get to the ocean?”

“They get too tired to fly, so they drop into the sea, where they die. But then the fish get a lovely dinner. This usually happens after a good rain.”

The three of them lay silently as the sky grew darker. Shortly, the sky lit up again as thousands of tiny flying insects came fluttering overhead. Their abdomens glowed with pale light of pink, yellow, or blue. They flew in lazy patterns, so many of them swirling about that the sky almost looked like water. Grogu cooed in delight, stretching out his hands to the pretty lights. Marathel leaned towards Grogu, still looking at the insects, and whispered loudly, “Grogu, I have a secret to tell you. I like the yellow fairylights the best.”

Din smiled, and also leaned towards Grogu. “Grogu, I was wondering … I think Mahr would like the yellow fairylights the best, wouldn’t you?” he whispered. He rolled his head and his visor met Marathel’s eyes. She smiled at him, and then they went back to watching the sky. Grogu had a nice full tummy, so he began to get sleepy by the time the fairylights had finished passing overhead. The Bounty Hunter felt warm and relaxed himself, thanks to the dreamberries, he supposed. Marathel lifted Grogu up to her chest, where he dozed off, stretched out face-down, with his head on her sternum and his little hands on the swells of her breasts, which the Bounty Hunter felt a thin thread of jealousy about. Marathel seemed unconcerned, and she rubbed his little back while softly humming. He asked, “Is that the same tune you hummed yesterday?”

“Yes. It’s the only song there is.”

Din’s brow furrowed at that. “You only know one song?”

“There are no other songs, so yes.”

“Is it about the Elders?”

“Well, no. Not directly, I guess. But I don’t like the words, so I don’t sing them.”

“What are the words?”

“They are in Oldtalk. I … will try to translate.” Marathel was quiet for a while, her lips moving silently as they worked out the best conversion of words.

“My sweet, my dear, my darling child ... The pain only lasts a while ... The blood will stop running, so do not fight ... Your tears will dry soon, so do not struggle …” Marathel paused and took a breath. “Be still, be still. There is more, but … that’s about it, really.”

“This is a lullaby?”

Marathel shrugged. “It’s the only song. I suppose it has many parts, though. We only sing the words that matter at the time.”

“Who is ‘we’?”

“The women and girls.”

“But not the men?”

“Oh, no. Never. Even the little boys who live the Hold don’t sing it. It’s only for the women to sing, and the women to hear.”

They went quiet again. A meteorite fell, and Marathel gasped. Din said, “Make a wish.”

Marathel whipped her head to the side, making Grogu’s ears wiggle. “Make a wish? Why in the name of Frith would I make a wish on that?”

“It was a shooting star.”

“No … That was the tear of a mother whose child was taken to be ki- … a mother … whose child has died.”

They kill children? “So, to your people, the lights up there are …”

“Those are the eyes of the mothers that were before us. They have to watch us.”

“Why do they have to watch?”

“Because the boys are already protected.”

Din felt his anxiety about the Hold go even higher. “Children … die in the Hold?”

Marathel gave a half-hearted shrug, “Sometimes babies die.”

“Yes, yes … sometimes.” Din decided to change the subject, but filed away another deep concern about the things that happened in the Hold. “These lights above us; I know them as stars and planets. I told you I came from the planet Nevarro?”

“Yes, you did.”

“Nevarro is very far away. But I found Nevarro in the night sky. Scoot over here.” Marathel did scoot over, doing her best to not jiggle Grogu too much. The Bounty Hunter raised his arm, and he put his arm around her shoulders, gently maneuvering her head to his shoulder. He held up his hand at arm’s length, holding out his fingers and thumb in a 90-degree angle. “Here, look just in the crook of my thumb, do you see that very faint twinkle?”

Marathel leaned in to look down his arm and did indeed see the tiny pin prick of light. “Yes, I do.”

“That is Nevarro.”

“But that is tiny.”

“It is very far away.”

She would have moved away, but his arm held her there, laying with her cheek against his shoulder. “Is that where your Mandalorian people are from?”

“No, not originally. But my family covert is there now. I’m not even from there. It’s just where I happen to spend most of my time, more than anywhere else.”

“The ‘planet’… is it a big land like this?”

“It’s different. Nevarro has more volcanoes and fewer trees.”

“I never thought about there being a somewhere else.” She thought for a moment. “If the planet is called Nevarro … and I’m on a planet that is very far away to Nevarro … then what would they call here?”

“Your planet’s name is Unmanarall,” said Din.

“Unmanarall? Really?”

“What does it mean?”

“It means Nowhere.“

“They’re not wrong, Marathel.”

Marathel rolled to her back but did not move away from the Bounty Hunter’s side, keeping her head on his bicep. “The more you tell me, the more I realize that I know … nothing.” She looked down at the boy on her chest. “Grogu is sleeping.”

“He looks comfortable.”

“He’s drooling on me.”

Din laughed. “I guess it’s his bedtime, then.”

Marathel sat up. “I’ll do it, if you don’t object. Please?” Din gave his approval, whispering Mando’a into Grogu’s ear. Marathel got up, holding the sleeping child to her chest. “Stay there,” she said. “I’ll be right back.” Humming softly again, she stepped up in the hut to lay Grogu in his pram. She kissed his head and ears, whispering “Rwy'n di’rugar.” She closed the pram, and pulled the bread pans from the waning fire. The bread was perfect. She took one of the tiny rondels of bread, and stepped back down to the yard, where Din lay with his hands behind his helmet, still feeling warm and fuzzy from the dreamberries. She placed the bread on his chest. Din lifted up his head, picked up the bread, and held the crusty loaf under the edge of his helmet. Taking a deep breath, he said, “Marathel, you marvelous creature.”

Marathel, also feeling warm and fuzzy from the dreamberries, giggled. “Do I need to give you two some privacy?”

“No, just close your eyes, and turn around.” She complied, and she heard his teeth crunch through the crust and his groan of pleasure. With her eyes closed, she imagined that the sounds he made could very well be … attached to some other activity. Oh, those dreamberries were strong, she thought. After a moment, Din called, “You can turn around now.” She turned to see the Bounty Hunter holding up a hand to her. She put her hand in his, and he guided her back to her previous position against his shoulder. “And what was that you said to Grogu?”

“I told him I love him.” She sighed. “I hope he remembers me.”

“He will. I will make sure of it.” He stroked her upper arm as she lay quietly. Marathel went back to looking at the stars. Din went back to looking at her. He wanted to memorize her face. He wanted to know what happened to her in that Hold. He wanted to tell her that he knew about the brand. He wanted to touch her skin.

“When you leave with the reward, Bounty Hunter, what will you do?”

“I am bound to tithe to my covert, for the debt I owe them. They took me in after my parents were killed, and raised me in their ways. Now I have the honor of supporting new foundlings to our clan.” He looked back up to the sky. “But the Aurodium … if the coins actually exist …”

“They do.”

“You’ve seen them?”

“No, of course not.” Marathel shifted herself closer to him. “But if the Elders say they exist, then they do. The Elders … they do not lie.”

“If so, then … so much money would be a great boon to my people. We lost much of our beskar in the Purge, and I am also bound to rescue as much as I can. Sometimes the only answer is to ransom it back.”

“The Purge?”

“The great battle between the Jedi and the Mandalorians. The Jedi slaughtered a great many of my people, scattered us to the corners of the galaxy. We even lost our home world. Perhaps, with the money from the Aurodium … we could regain what the Mandalorians have lost.”

Marathel lay quietly, considering his words. Oh, she hoped that it was true, that the Elders had these coins to trade for her. The Elders didn’t need such things, not if it could help the Bounty Hunter’s people. She vowed to make the trade happen, even if it would be her last act on the place she now knew as Nowhere.

After a long silence. Din rolled to his side, facing Marathel, who continued to lay on his arm. He placed his other hand on her upper abdomen. Through his glove, he felt the flutter of her breath. “Marathel, I …” He swallowed. “I’m sorry for the last two nights.”

“Why?”

“Because … I took advantage of you. You were possessed by the Dahls, and you were unable to consent. It wasn’t you there with me.”

“But I was there. The whole time. I could feel you holding me, touching me … inside me.”

“You didn’t have control of yourself. I didn’t either.”

Tears sprung into her eyes. “Were you not pleased?”

“Marathel …”

“Did I not please you?”

“My mesh’la, you did. You pleased me greatly. But …”

“That is all that matters, isn’t it?”

Oh, cyar’e. He moved his head so that his helmet was against her temple. “I’m worried about you, being here alone.”

“I don’t understand.”

“When I leave, you’ll be alone again. And the Dahls will rise again without … someone with you, to help you.” His thumb made tiny circles on her stomach. “I’m afraid that you will hurt yourself, by throwing yourself off a cliff again, by getting lost, by having to use … objects on yourself.”

Her eyes closed in shame. “I will manage.”

“You’ll manage?”

She wasn’t going to tell him it didn’t make any difference. “I know better now what the Dahl’s effect is on me and why. I’ll be fine.”

“Marathel, I …”

“This is the way.”

Din, surprised to hear the call of his covert in her voice, pulled his head back to look at her. He raised his hand to stroke her cheek. “Marathel, you said that Diwhyn Olba explained ways to … help you when the Dahls rise to mate, but it never helped you.”

Marathel swallowed. “No. It did not.”

“I could … only if you would allow me, I could show you. I could show you how to …” Her eyes remained down, closed off. “Marathel, please look at me, please let me see your eyes.”

Her eyes flicked up,and then her brow furrowed. “It is dark, and I cannot see you at all, just an outline, really.” Din remained silent. “Can you … can you see in the dark?”

Oops. “I can, at least the helmet allows me to. It is my standard setting, and I forget … that you cannot see what I see.”

“Are you able to turn it off, to not see in the dark? It would be only fair. We would be on even ground. Please.”

She was right, of course. He reached into his helmet and turned off all the visual power, but left the modulator on. His vision went black. “I cannot see you at all now.” His hand went back to her stomach. “As I was saying … Would you let me help you? You have to give me your permission, Marathel, I don’t want to take any more from you.”

“I …”

His words came in a rush. “It’s okay to be scared. If it’s too scary, tell me. If it hurts, I will stop. Please, Marathel.” His forehead went back to her temple. “You have to say yes or no. I can’t see you.”

Marathel closed her eyes tightly. Yes, he was asking for permission, but she was still compelled to comply, for he was a man, after all. But the pull, the desire, the want to feel his hands on her again was too strong to resist. “Yes, Bounty Hunter … yes.”

His thumb continued their small circles for a while, and then he reached across her to pull off his glove with his other hand. He returned his hand to her abdomen, but lower this time, down near the hem of her tunic. His thumb began circling again. He whispered, “I’ll be as gentle as anything you’ve ever felt, my mesh’la.” His fingers reached down and grasped the edge of her tunic, gathering the fabric together and lifting it up to her chest, exposing her midsection. He laid his bare hand on her skin, and a shudder ran through him. “Oh, your skin, how I love your skin. Are you all right, Marathel? May I continue?”

“Yes …” she breathed.

Her abdomen was warm and her skin was soft, and he made slow patterns with his hand across all of her exposed skin, fingertips occasionally skating just under the edge of her drawstring waistband, and brushing the bottom curve of her breasts. He curled up tighter against her side, flexing his leg muscles as his erection started to swell. He lifted his hand and untied the drawstring, slipping his hand under the drawstring waist to stretch out the fabric for better access.

“Oh …” Marathel gasped.

His hand stopped immediately. “All right?”

She took another breath. “Yes.”

He touched her abdomen again, moving his hand down and under her waistband. “Bring up your knees,” he whispered. She complied, and his hand slid lower with gentle touch, as she listened to his breathing getting harder from his helmet. His fingertips entered the hair on her mound, and she gasped again.

Before he could ask, Marathel was already saying, “Yes, please.” He stroked her soft curls — oddly much softer than the hair on her head — forward and back, encouraging her to open her thighs a bit more with each pass of his hand. Her breathing began to quicken, and she felt so warm where his hand lay. He used his first and third fingers to gently press aside her labial folds as he gently dropped his middle finger on the exposed bud of her clitoris.

Marathel’s reaction was immediate and powerful: her back arched, she cried out, she raised her hips off the ground, thrusting against his touch so hard she nearly threw off Din’s hand. “Right there, Marathel? Is that all right, my mesh’la?” He gave soft strokes along the sides of her hood, making her twitch.

“Oh, yes.”

“Do you want more?”

“Please, yes.”

“Then give me your hand.” She remained still. “You need to learn how, Marathel.”

“I …”

“Will you let me teach you?”

He felt her take one breath. Two breaths. Three. “Yes … teach me.” He then felt her right arm move; he was using his right hand as well. As she slid her hand down to meet his, he placed his hand over hers, guiding it down to her labia. She mimicked the movement of his fingers with hers, and her middle finger pressed down on her clitoris, already engorged. As she gasped, he encouraged her fingers to strum out a soft rhythm on herself, and with each touch, her hips would buck. He could feel the vibrations of her clenching muscles; he, fully aroused but only touching her at three points: her temple, the outside of her knee with his knees, and her most delicate area through her hand. They both stroked her clitoris together, getting faster as her excitement grew. “Still with me, my mesh’la?” Marathel whimpered. “You have to say yes or no, cyar’e.”

“Yes, yes …”

“Continue, cyar’e?”

“Yes! Yes, please!” she cried out.

Din guided her hand down further, a bit of a reach, but Marathel lifted up her left leg, and she held her leg with her left hand. Her pelvis now curved up a little more, he was able to guide both her middle finger and his into her wet, warm tunnel. This time, she moaned, and her leg muscles flexed. After the initial touch — and some fumbling —Marathel was able to finger both her vagina and her clitoris with the same hand, languidly thrusting her fingers in and out while flicking her bud with soft strokes. Her breathing grew ragged, her hand moved faster, and her hips thrusted harder as she rode towards her climax.

“I’ve got you, my mesh’la, just let yourself go.” Marathel suddenly reached over and grabbed his flight jacket, rolling herself to face him, placing her left leg on his side, drawing up her leg so that her knee was almost at his shoulder. This angle allowed them both to reach her better, and she slipped another finger inside her hot wet opening as her hand flew back and forth against herself. “Let yourself go, cyar’e, I will catch you.”

She arched her back again, crying out as she began to come. Din felt her tremble, felt her blood rushing through her groin with every wave of pleasure, felt her muscles spasm as her leg pressed down on his ribs. “Cyar’e, ni kar'tayli gar darasuum, mesh’la. Ni kar'tayli gar darasuum, gar ganar ni” Din whispered as Marathel came hard on their hands, crying out the words, “Fi ng’riad, d’lwch fi, chi yd’w fi,” shuddering, trembling, her warm fluid flowing down their fingers. She slowed down the pace of her hand, finally removing their fingers from herself, and then she did something Din did not expect her to do: she lifted their hands together and took both his and her fingers in her mouth, sucking them clean, rolling her tongue in between and down the sides of their fingers, and Din nearly lost consciousness. He groaned, struggling for control. This one’s gonna hurt, he thought. To her, he groaned, “Are you all right?”

Marathel, coated with a thin sheen of sweat, struggled to remove their fingers from her mouth, and finally whimpered, “oh, oh, Frith …” He felt her tremble some more, and she gripped his flight jacket hard in her fists, riding out another small wave of her orgasm.

Din put his hand on her face. “Are you still with me, Marathel?” he asked weakly.

Her hand went to where his cheek would be on his helmet. “I never left.”

“Are you pleased?”

“Very much so.” She listened to the Bounty Hunter breathing hard. Oh, she thought. “But you …”

“No, I don’t, Marathel.”

“You need, yes?” Her hand slid down his chest towards his groin. Her fingertips just brushed against his erection before he captured her hand.

“No, I … this was all for you, Marathel. For no one’s pleasure but yours.” He found her right hand, and pulled her fingertips just under the lip of his helmet, where he could smell her on her own hand. He begged Frith for the strength to not rip off his helmet and bury his face in her damp curls. He wanted to drown there in the apex of her legs, haar’chak, he wanted to let her crush his skull with her inner thighs. Instead, he tied her waistband drawstring closed, and smoothed her tunic back down to cover her, allowing himself one single caress of her breast over the fabric, skating his thumb over the puckered nipple. He breathed and struggled for control as Marathel came down from her pleasure high, leaning forward to touch her forehead to his. Din started: she had unwittingly kissed him. He stroked her cheek with his thumb, feeling the wave of emotion that flowed through him. Her hand dropped down to his chest, where she felt his rapid heartbeat.

“Stay with me tonight, please? Sleep next to me?” she whispered.

“Of course.” He could think of no better place to be.

“But … we need to move back into the hut. Otherwise, creepy crawlers will get into my bed.” Din was almost instantly on his feet, despite the great ache in his groin, taking Marathel’s hands and helping her up. She gathered up the tick, he gathered the tarp. Together they got her bed arranged. He lay down in the same spot he had just occupied. Her voice came out in the darkness, “Would you like a blanket?”

“No, I don’t need one.” Marathel shook out her blanket and climbed underneath it, far across the tick from the Bounty Hunter. “What are you doing all the way over there?”

“Giving you room,” she said.

“If I’m in bed with someone they’re not giving me room.” He reached across her and gently pulled her to his side, recreating the positions they were in a few moments ago. Touching her face he said, “All right, cyar’e?”

She sighed as she rested her forehead to his again. “Yes, I am … and thank you.”

“It pleases me to please you, Marathel,” he said sleepily. Those words froze her heart for a moment, but she refused to let her fear take over now, not when she was in a man’s arms, one who was kind, one who seemingly cared for her, one who would stand next to her as she handed herself over to the Bishop. A man who was hers, and only hers, at least for one more day.

Drained, exhausted, satisfied, in each other’s arms, they fell asleep.

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london boy | 6

synopsis: lover, chapter 6. long awaited, my apologies. please enjoy!

tw: possibly swearing

listen to: london boy by taylor swift

tags: @evienorris because they asked about it :)

it had been around a month since y/n and kit exchanged numbers, and they'd been on two and a half dates since then. technically it had been three, but one of them had to be cut short to rescue jago, who had locked himself out again. kit had kissed her for the first time after that one.

y/n didn't know how kit felt about their situation, but she liked him. really, really liked him. she wanted to be his, but she didn't want to rush things. she could only hope he felt the same way as her.

she was currently getting ready to hang out with kit and a few friends. it would be the two of them, jago, niki, and henry. she knew niki pretty well, but it was new to be around henry and jago this much. she wasn't complaining, it was fun. they were fun. not to mention how nice it felt to be brought around his friends, it was almost like he was showing her off. she blushed at the thought and went back to doing her hair.

while doing her makeup, she found herself deep in thought again. just a year ago her life had been california beaches and sunny skies. she'd spent her saturday nights drinking illegally with her old boyfriend, wearing denim shorts and sunglasses on the sand. now she spent her weekends in pubs with her friends with funny accents, laughing and drinking legally until the sun came up. now she rode trains instead of driving, and her usually blue skies were tinted a cool grey. somehow, that made her happier.

she did sometimes miss where she came from. visions would dance in her head of sunsets on the sunny coast, remembering the way the wind would blow through her hair, the feeling of the sand beneath her toes. her parents, malcolm, everybody that used to be familiar back there. it all seemed so foreign to her now.

she took herself out of her thoughts, at least long enough to apply lipstick and head out the door. she put her earbuds in and tried to find something to listen to as she made her way to the train. she laughed at herself as she clicked on taylor swift yet again. it felt like a 1989 day today.

when she eventually made it to kit and jago's place, she knocked on the door. it ended up being jago answering, and he all but screamed into the house, "KIT, YOUR GIRLFRIEND'S HERE!"

kit never corrected him.

everyone spent the day at kit's until they decided to go out as a group. the night was spent window shopping, getting food and drinks at a pub, and walking down by the sea. the cool air nipped at y/n's nose and fingers, prompting her to keep her hands in her jacket pockets. at least, the hand that wasn't being held gently in kit's.

eventually they wandered back to the flat, everybody giving their goodbyes and begrudgingly going on their way until all that was left was jago (who very quickly excused himself), y/n and kit.

"can i walk you back to the train?" kit asked her.

she smiled, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. "i'd like that very much."

hand in hand, the pair of them made their way to where the train would pick y/n up. the walk was mostly silent, which was awkward, but an endearing kind of awkward. the kind of awkward where the both of them would sneak glances at each other and blush if the other caught them. the kind of awkward where the they wore matching idiotic smiles on their faces and gripped each other's hands with gentle excitement.

eventually, their sweet little walk had to end, and they arrived at the stop, where the train had just pulled up. it would be leaving in just a few minutes. kit moved to stand in front of y/n, grabbing her other hand so he was now holding both. "y/n, i um...", he started awkwardly.

the girl tilted her head slightly, making eye contact that he quickly broke. he turned his head to the side, but y/n didn't miss the blush adorning his cheeks. "i've been having a really good time hanging out with you, and i was just wondering... well i don't know, if you maybe wanted to be my girlfriend? like, officially. i just, i really fancy you."

she smiled, a blush creeping up on her own cheeks now. "kit, i would love to be your girlfriend."

he let out a breathy laugh of relief, visibly relaxing. "oh thank goodness, i don't know what i would've done if you'd rejected me!" y/n joined him in his relieved laughter. "i'd never reject you, kit, are you kidding?"

kit stepped closer to her, gently cupping her face in his hands. "may i?", he asked, still smiling. she nodded, and he closed the distance, kissing her softly. he pulled away, which allowed her to get on the train, but not before she gave him a brief kiss on the cheek. "goodbye, kit."

he waved at her with a sweet smile on his face, effectively turning her insides to jelly, and as she took her seat the train began to move. y/n began heading home with nothing but kit on her mind.

#mcyt #mcyts x reader #x reader #tommyinnit #tom simons #kit wisp #wispexe #kit wisp x reader #wispexe x reader #wilbur soot #jagster #henwy #niki nihachu #tubbo

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ask-professor-fig · 10 months

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Musings of an old man (VIII)

I didn’t want to get attached, especially so quickly. I had received Black’s letter and sighed loudly, thankfully no one was around to hear me. Weasley apologized, however there was little she could do after a direct order from the headmaster, especially having been organized by the Ministry. It was out of her hands. My plan of aversion completely fell apart the day we met at the orphanage.

She already had garnered a degree of sympathy from me in advance, having learned from her file that she had been one of the older tenants in such terrible living conditions, but that was nothing compared to when we actually first met.

Her eyes… they were a hauntingly familiar silver-gray. If I wasn’t mid speech about how I was to guide her back to the school, I would have broken down myself. However, the girl already looked to have been crying for the majority of the day. I had to keep it together, at least until after the Sorting Ceremony.

She livened up on our way to London, asking me questions about the school and my class. She seemed very intrigued by the different courses I described, her eyes brightening more when I mentioned Astronomy. Professor Shah would be excited that our new student is interested in the stars. Collecting new items for the school year was easy enough, she wasn’t particular about anything, suggesting that I just grab whatever I thought she would need.

Still, her eyes haunted me as we made our way through the city. She looked just like her, it scared me.

It was soon after her very first classes when I truly felt a connection, and she was not even there. I was in my office, preparing for my own classes, when Professor Weasley knocked at my door once again. I assumed it was with a new assignment, or to question our arrival once again, however one look at her expression and I knew she came with news instead.

She had taken down a troll. No one had said how, but I knew she had to have used her gifts. One day in this magical world and she was already making me worry for her safety. When she had actually returned herself, I made a point to look her over for any injury she may have hidden. I worried that, like her, she would have a bit of a hero complex, and would not be as interested in caring for herself.

I was correct, she was hiding a broken left wrist and a gash down her right calf. I sat her down by my fireplace before tending to them, giving her a wiggenweld and wrapping them for extra measure. We then enjoyed some tea as the embers died down. She began to open up to me, recounting tales of her childhood.

She hadn’t always been an orphan. Yes, her parents died when she was young, but her godfather took her in and raised her as his own. She didn’t have to say it, but I knew he was no longer among the living as well. Tears welled in her eyes, so instead of pressing for answers I placed a careful hand on her shoulder before excusing her to her room to sleep.

Why did I care so much? She was my ward, a student I was charged to look after and deliver to the school. And now, days later I was worrying over injuries she had hidden after going head first against an armoured troll. She was fearless. After meeting with Hecat and Ronen after their classes, they confirmed what I was gathering at the vault. She was strong and wise. But it took until she left my office to combine it all together and realize what truly it was about her that got to me, and it hit me like a graphorn to the chest.

She was just like Miriam.

I spent the rest of that night in my office, mulling over the fact that I had begun to let this girl into my heart…

Taliya had worked her way into my heart.

#ask professor fig #professor fig #eleazar fig #hogwarts legacy #musings of an old man #yes the tired author has a name now

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ghostbustersreborn · 1 year

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Chapter 2

“"get her!"" peter mocked ray.

tara rolled her eyes.

"that was your whole plan?" peter asked ray. "get her?" "it was scientific." he teased.

"i thought it was a good idea." tara voiced.

ray turned to her. "thank you."

she nodded in response.

"tara thinks everything you and egon do is cool." peter reminded him.

"yeah, because they're cool and you're not." tara informed him.

peter pretended to act hurt.

"i-i just got overexcited." ray admitted. "i mean, but-but wasn't it incredible, pete? i mean, we actually touched the etheric plane."

trailing not too far behind was egon, who was busy looking at his PKE meter.

"you know what this could mean to the university?" ray rambled.

tara went and joined with egon. wanting to know what he was working on.

"what is it?" tara asked him.

egon showed her the device, before going over to the boys to share to them what he had shared with tara.

"i wouldn't say the experience was completely wasted." egon noted. "according to these new readings, i think we have an excellent chance of actually catching a ghost and holding it indefinitely." he explained.

peter looked at them in disbelief.

"well, this is great!" ray cried.

egon and ray started walking together, leaving tara and peter behind.

peter quickly caught up to them, with tara following shortly behind.

"spengs, you serious about this catching a ghost?" peter questioned.

"i'm always serious." egon truthfully answered.

"don't question the professionals, dad." tara ordered.

"egon, i'm gonna take back some of the things i've said about you." peter confessed.

tara remembered all of the dumb things peter would say about egon and ray, going from dimwits to very foul words she'd rather not mention. he mostly said those things when he was drunk.

peter pulled out a candy bar, handing it to egon.

egon looked down at it in confusion.

"you've-you've earned it." he told him.

ray chuckled. finding it amusing.

"the possibilities are limitless." ray said as they entered the university building.

there was another man in the room, moving around boxes. tara's eyes widened, thinking the absolute worst.

"oh no." she whispered.

"hey, dean yeager." ray greeted the boys' boss.

dean turned around, looking at them with a smile on his face.

it didn't seem genuine to tara.

dean slowly approached them, as a man holding a large tank came exiting through the door they just came through.

"i trust you're moving us to better quarters on campus?" peter hoped.

"no, you're being moved off campus." the dean corrected him.

tara sighed.

"excuse me." tara made herself known to the dean. "but, why?"

"the board of regents has decided to terminate your grant." the dean clarified. "you are to vacate these premises immediately."

tara was in shock. why, the sudden termination? what did they do?

"this is preposterous. i demand an explanation." peter ordered, speaking for the whole group.

"fine." the dean gave in. "this university will no longer continue any funding of any kind for your group's activities." he explained.

"but the kids love us." he argued.

"dr.venkman, we believe that the purpose of science is to serve mankind." he went on.

ray watched sadly as a boy dragged one of his machines out of the room.

tara blocked the rest of what the man was saying out. she had been going to this university with her dad since she was born. this was where she met egon and ray. it was going to be hard to leave this all behind.

"your theories are the worst kind of popular tripe, your methods are sloppy, and your conclusions are highly questionable. you are a poor scientist, dr. venkman." the dean insulted him.

tara dropped her bag, creating a loud 'slam' when it hit the floor.

all eyes were on her.

"are you on drugs or something mr.dean? because my dad AND his friends have done more for this university than you have. YOUR methods are sloppy and what YOU do is highly questionable. so, maybe take a look in the mirror before you go and try to call people out for all the crappy flaws that you have!" tara thundered.

the dean had a look of hurt mixed with anger on his face, while a smile was plastered on ray's face, egon was surprised by tara's sudden outburst and for once in her life her dad actually looked like he was proud of her.

"get out now!" the dean ordered.

"this is a major disgrace." was the first thing ray said when they left the university.

tara stood off to the side, still processing over what she had said to the dean. she had a tendency to add herself into a conversation, especially when it had nothing to do with her which got her in trouble. she hated when people were mean to her father. she could be mean to her dad all she wanted, but when it wasn't her doing, she'd make those people regret it.

"forget M.I.T. or standford now. they wouldn't touch us with a 10-meter cattle prod." ray said with a shake of his head.

egon went over to tara, who had her head down and was thumbling with the zipper of her coat.

"are you okay?" egon asked her.

she looked up. "yeah." she lied.

she still couldn't comprehend the fact she wouldn't be going back to the university. she was so used to it. she hated change.

"it's going to be okay." egon assured her.

"thanks. i hope so." she replied.

egon and tara went over to the others.

peter was sat up on the ramp of the stairs. tara stood next to him, leaning up against the ramp.

"you're always so concerned about your reputation. einstein did his best stuff, when he was working as a patent clerk." peter argued.

"do you know how much a patent clerk earns?" ray questioned him.

"no." peter answered honestly.

"personally, i liked the university." ray admitted. "they gave us money and facilities."

"me too." tara said, quietly.

ray gave her a sad look, knowing how much leaving the university had an affect on her her.

he looked back to peter continuing the conversation. "you've never been out of college. you don't know what it's like out there."

peter rolled his eyes.

"i've worked in private sector, they expect results." he added.

"for whatever reasons, ray." peter pushed himself off the ramp. "call it fate, call it luck." he grabbed his bottle of alcohol before walking beside ray. "call it karma. i believe that everything happens for a reason."

tara stayed back. stuck in a world of her own as her dad went on.

he looked back, realizing tara wasn't following.

"tara, are you coming or are you just going to stand there looking like a statue?" he asked her.

tara closed her eyes, heaving out a breath before catching up with the two boys.

"i believe that we were destined to get thrown out of this dump." peter continued.

"for what purpose?" ray inquired.

"to go into business for ourselves." he shared.

he handed the bottle of alcohol over to ray, knowing he needed it.

tara felt like asking if she could get a sip, but she wasn't up for arguing with her dad over it so she decided not to even ask.

ray reluctantly took it, taking a small swig of it.

"this ecto-containment system that spengler and i have in mind is gonna require a load of bread to capitalize." ray set out. "where are we going to get the money?"

peter took the bottle from ray, he took a long swig from it. "i don't know. i don't know." he said before taking another swig from the bottle.

tara sighed. "of course you don't." she mumbled.

after a long hour and a half. the boys and tara left the city bank, with a sad looking ray trailing behind.

"you're never going to regret this, ray." was the first thing peter said to him when they walked out of the city bank.

"my parents left me that house, i was born there." ray told him.

"you're not gonna lose the house." peter assured him.

"don't get your hopes up ray, you know how my dad's terrible at keeping promises." tara reminded him.

"i know." ray said. "that's why i'm scared."

"there is no need to be scared! you won't lose the house and tara i am not terrible at keeping promises. you just have high expectations." peter defended himself.

"yeah, well that was when i was a baby. growing up made me realize i have to lower my expectations in order to live with you." tara shot back.

"you haven't done that much growing up, you're twelve." peter corrected her.

"yes, twelve but old enough to know when someone can't keep a promise." she defended herself.

peter sighed. he turned his attention back onto ray and went; "you're not going to lose the house. everybody has three mortgages nowadays."

"but at 19%?" ray inquired. "you didn't even bargain with the guy!"

"ray, for your information, the interest rate alone for the first five years comes to $95,000." egon stepped in.

"will you guys relax?" peter begged. "we are on the threshold of establishing the indispensable defense science of the next decade; professional paranormal investigations and eliminations." he announced.

"told you so." tara butt in.

"told me so what?" peter asked her.

"told you, you wouldn't be a skeptic for very long." she clarified.

"i didn't say i was a skeptic." peter defended himself.

"yes, you did. many times." she clarified.

"well, i'm not anymore. so i hope you're happy." peter said, putting an end to the conversation.

a couple more hours went by and the group came across a vacant firehouse for sale. after talking to the realtor, they were able to get a tour of the said firehouse.

"there's office space, sleeping quarters and showers on the next floor and there's a full kitchen on the top left." the realtor listed off.

"i could live here." tara said as she looked around.

"but it just seems a little pricey, for a unique fixer-upper opportunity that's all." peter conveyed. "what do you think, egon?"

"i think this building should be condemned. there's serious metal fatigue in all the load-bearing members. the wiring is sub-standard, it's completely inadequate for our power needs and the neighborhood is like a demilitarized zone." egon voiced.

"it's not that bad." tara shrugged.

"hey!" cried ray.

they all looked to the source of where his voice came from, a pole chipped away of it's paint stood with ray standing on the edge of it's ramp.

"does this pole still work?" he wondered, before sliding down it.

"where is it?" tara asked, excitement lined in her voice.

"up those stairs." he pointed.

tara nodded, running off to go and slide down the said pole.

"tara, come back here! we don't know how safe it is." peter called.

"well, i went down it and i'm still here." ray pointed out.

"yeah, but tara is clumsy." peter reminded him, while looking up just waiting for her to come crashing down.

tara slid down the pole like so, without falling or breaking any bones in the process.

"oh, thank god." peter sighed of relief. "i don't have the money or the time for medical bills."

"this place is great!" ray exclaimed.

"yeah. we should take it." tara agreed.

"when can we move in?" stantz asked. "you gotta try this pole. i'm going to get my stuff." he added, before running off to do so.

"i'm getting my stuff too!" tara cried, going to run in the opposite direction before peter picked her up by the back of her collar.

"hey! we should stay here tonight." ray suggested. "sleep here. you know, to try it out?" he said before going up the stairs.

"yes! we should!" tara exclaimed.

peter turned towards egon.

the lady slowly made her way over to the boys.

tara noticed her father was still holding her.

"can you put me down?" she politely asked.

peter carefully set her back down onto her feet.

"thank you." she mumbled.

peter turned to the smiling lady and went; "i think we'll take it."

"good." the lady replied.

tara woke up in the middle of the night with a jolt. sweat rolled down her face, as her breathing was heavy.

she looked around the darkened room, hearing nothing but snores coming from the next room.

she pulled her legs up to her chest, staying that way until she soon fell asleep again.

#ghostbusters #ghostbusters reborn #ghostbusters fanfiction #ghostbusters resurrection #egon spengler #peter venkman #ray stantz #winston zeddemore #harold ramis #bill murray #dan aykroyd #ernie hudson #fanfic #fanfiction #ghostbusters au

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spiderton · 1 year

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just gonna be real for a bit and quickly say that miss covet hiss being queer feels. Bad in the third game becahse outside of buzzcraves whole gender gay thing covet hiss is explicitly queer but shes made out to be a horrible person. and it feels like the audience is meant to hate her for just being a bad parent and mayne for a secret second reason that is shes queer or transgender. the game, at least in the English ver, doesnt seem to even take her transness seriously and misgenders her even when herself says "my gender is unglued" and refers to herself as a women.. and it just feels allnmiserable to me as someone whos trans myself and came out to my parents, for them to dismiss me and still misgender me.

the entire discussion about miss covet hiss being a bad mom also icks me as for reasons i said. if patapon 3 had another more reasonable thing for covet hiss to be a bad parent, then sure il hear it and id be glad to do so but for me it always leads back to her being queer in some way. we'd never know what went behind the scenes of making pata3s story but the way shes presented and made out as abhorrid will always feel personally icky and just. Bad outright to me.

it feels bad how covet hiss is explicitly still very much transgender, queer even, for her to be replaced by two characters who are said to be better than her because shes a bad mom and not question why she was made that way, outside of the ingame excuse. it feels bad to see people in this fucking fandom act like seeing covet hiss as not transgender is something theyre oppressed upon when representation is often needed and scarce. it feels bad that when me, a trans guy, sees the only outright canon trans character be sculpted into a disgusting person incanon and infanon.

shes not a good person, yeah, and shes a villain, and you could sau that other characters are queer too but i had to mention explicit. she calls herself gay in the jpn ver, she says her gender is unglued, shes overall open about being queer.

theres also makoton and aiton, which everyone refers to tjem as gay which...is good but also i feel like misrepresents everything. they accidentally made a gay couple in the first game and ended up changing aiton to be a women in the second. im sorry but that change in the english version just feels so malicious to me, even if they wanted to correct themselves on something..

and makoton 'nd aiton are meant to be sympathetic. is covet hiss supposed to be? with the way characters talk abut her? with how shes associated with jealously? how shes misgendered and yet outright said to neglect her son? how shes apart of a dynasty that was outright said to have fucking slaves?

i dont know if making her the worst while being queer was even intentional. but if it was? i hate this fucking game.

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satohqbanana · 1 year

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Here's my TBD Valentine's story: Croissant wants to ask String Gummy out but he's on a very strict schedule, so every time they talk she can barely bring up their personal lives. So. She decides to write him a letter. But she's not sure what to write yet. Better ask her friends!

Croissant first tries to ask Baguette and Dark Fondue since they're good at writing clean documents. Baguette is about to bring up that employee relationships are forbidden, but Dark Fondue corrects her by saying the rule only applies to... Dark Fondue! Baguette tells Croissant that she'll allow the relationship as long as it doesn't affect their work. Croissant says that isn't what she was asking them, but thanks anyways!

During breaktime, Croissant goes to the sandwich shop and there she actually gets solid advice from the likes of Gingerbrave, Hero, and Sandwich. Croissant finishes the letter during her break and bolts back to work. She figures that she'll dirty the letter if she kept it with her, so she puts it in her locker.

Croissant notices her workstation is a mess so she begins to clean up. Maple Taffy comes by to ask for help, so she leaves. Just as Croissant left her workstation, Timekeeper comes by and snoops around; finds the letter, decides to play a little prank, and takes the letter with her.

When Croissant Cookie comes back, she is horrified to find the letter missing. She thinks she must have thrown it away while fixing up her workplace?? Croissant gets Coffee Candy, grand finder of lost things, to help her find the letter in the mess and the garbage. Coffee Candy does what she can, but still they can't find the letter. Coffee Candy recommends she go to the Disposal Site and see if the letter is there.

Unfortunately, Coffee Candy is running late for her meeting with Baguette so she leaves Croissant. Croissant meets Marble Bread Cookie, who resents the deja vu but decides to help look just in case it'd make Croissant go away soon. However, there is no trace of the letter.

Disappointed but not one to give up, Croissant marches to the Time Investigation Division to just be upfront about the matter and talk to String Gummy directly. However, he isn't in his workstation and his coworkers mentioned that the Director herself took him with her on a special mission to investigate a certain anomaly in the timeline. Fearful that they might hurt each other during the mission, Croissant gets the coordinates in the spacetime the two headed to - and notes that this was odd since neither Timekeeper nor String Gummy would be this careless with leaving details regarding their next destinations.

Nonetheless, Croissant gets on her Timecraft and travels to find Timekeeper and String Gummy. Timekeeper meanwhile is leading the annoyed String Gummy on to find the letter for himself by saying it is a clue. He is about to pick up the letter when Croissant arrives and tells them to stop what they're doing. He's confused. She's confused. Timekeeper quickly excuses herself into a time rift and the two realize they're alone. Croissant apologizes for the mess and offers to take String Gummy back with her, but he says he can't because he's supposedly on a mission to investigate an anomaly, and a clue was in his hands.

Croissant then recognizes the stationery she used for the letter and almost stops String Gummy from reading it - wasn't this what she wanted in the first place? At first, String Gummy thinks it's a prank from Timekeeper, because it's not funny to be suggested that Croissant Cookie, his director, would have such feelings for him. Then the present Croissant explains that the letter is from herself and that she does have feelings for String Gummy. She then guesses that Timekeeper must've led them both here as a prank, but she does agree it's not a funny one. They laugh it off and get on the Timecraft to fly back home.

During the ride, String Gummy asks Croissant if she does, indeed, have feelings for him. Croissant basically affirms for the third time, and as she does, String Gummy laughs and confesses that he too feels the same way.

Fade to present day TBD. Not much has changed; everyone is still working on a tight schedule. Baguette and Dark Fondue are working away on organizing and approving leave forms. Croissant and String Gummy both appear with their respective forms to take time off on the same day. Baguette and Dark Fondue notice that; the four share a quiet moment; then watch as Baguette quickly stamps the documents green and push it to Dark Fondue for filing.

As Croissant and String Gummy walk away happily, Dark Fondue sighs and wishes that the employees of TBD date each other instead like this, and Baguette notes that she'd rather that not happen or else everyone will take too many personal leaves and cripple their busy workforce!

#cookie run ovenbreak #croisstring #they're my office romance ship with a dash of time warping shenanigans #i would've included the other tbd cookies if i knew what they do and what they're like sobs #i wanna write this so bad UGH

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muppethollz · 1 year

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❙. once they were far away from the library. peter chuckled, making tara raise a brow at him. ❙.

""get her!"" peter mocked ray.

tara rolled her eyes.

"that was your whole plan?" peter asked ray. "get her?" "it was scientific." he teased.

"i thought it was a good idea." tara voiced.

ray turned to her. "thank you."

she nodded in response.

"tara thinks everything you and egon do is cool." peter reminded him.

"yeah, because they're cool and you're not." tara informed him.

peter pretended to act hurt.

"i-i just got overexcited." ray admitted. "i mean, but-but wasn't it incredible, pete? i mean, we actually touched the etheric plane."

trailing not too far behind was egon, who was busy looking at his PKE meter.

"you know what this could mean to the university?" ray rambled.

tara went and joined with egon. wanting to know what he was working on.

"what is it?" tara asked him.

egon showed her the device, before going over to the boys to share to them what he had shared with tara.

peter looked at them in disbelief.

"well, this is great!" ray cried.

egon and ray started walking together, leaving tara and peter behind.

peter quickly caught up to them, with tara following shortly behind.

"spengs, you serious about this catching a ghost?" peter questioned.

"i'm always serious." egon truthfully answered.

"don't question the professionals, dad." tara ordered.

"egon, i'm gonna take back some of the things i've said about you." peter confessed.

tara remembered all of the dumb things peter would say about egon and ray, going from dimwits to very foul words she'd rather not mention. he mostly said those things when he was drunk.

peter pulled out a candy bar, handing it to egon.

egon looked down at it in confusion.

"you've-you've earned it." he told him.

ray chuckled. finding it amusing.

"the possibilities are limitless." ray said as they entered the university building.

there was another man in the room, moving around boxes. tara's eyes widened, thinking the absolute worst.

"oh no." she whispered.

"hey, dean yeager." ray greeted the boys' boss.

dean turned around, looking at them with a smile on his face.

it didn't seem genuine to tara.

dean slowly approached them, as a man holding a large tank came exiting through the door they just came through.

"i trust you're moving us to better quarters on campus?" peter hoped.

"no, you're being moved off campus." the dean corrected him.

tara sighed.

"excuse me." tara made herself known to the dean. "but, why?"

"the board of regents has decided to terminate your grant." the dean clarified. "you are to vacate these premises immediately."

tara was in shock. why, the sudden termination? what did they do?

"this is preposterous. i demand an explanation." peter ordered, speaking for the whole group.

"fine." the dean gave in. "this university will no longer continue any funding of any kind for your group's activities." he explained.

"but the kids love us." he argued.

"dr.venkman, we believe that the purpose of science is to serve mankind." he went on.

ray watched sadly as a boy dragged one of his machines out of the room.

"your theories are the worst kind of popular tripe, your methods are sloppy, and your conclusions are highly questionable. you are a poor scientist, dr. venkman." the dean insulted him.

tara dropped her bag, creating a loud 'slam' when it hit the floor.

all eyes were on her.

"get out now!" the dean ordered.

"this is a major disgrace." was the first thing ray said when they left the university.

"forget M.I.T. or standford now. they wouldn't touch us with a 10-meter cattle prod." ray said with a shake of his head.

egon went over to tara, who had her head down and was thumbling with the zipper of her coat.

"are you okay?" egon asked her.

she looked up. "yeah." she lied.

she still couldn't comprehend the fact she wouldn't be going back to the university. she was so used to it. she hated change.

"it's going to be okay." egon assured her.

"thanks. i hope so." she replied.

egon and tara went over to the others.

peter was sat up on the ramp of the stairs. tara stood next to him, leaning up against the ramp.

"you're always so concerned about your reputation. einstein did his best stuff, when he was working as a patent clerk." peter argued.

"do you know how much a patent clerk earns?" ray questioned him.

"no." peter answered honestly.

"personally, i liked the university." ray admitted. "they gave us money and facilities."

"me too." tara said, quietly.

ray gave her a sad look, knowing how much leaving the university had an affect on her her.

he looked back to peter continuing the conversation. "you've never been out of college. you don't know what it's like out there."

peter rolled his eyes.

"i've worked in private sector, they expect results." he added.

tara stayed back. stuck in a world of her own as her dad went on.

he looked back, realizing tara wasn't following.

"tara, are you coming or are you just going to stand there looking like a statue?" he asked her.

tara closed her eyes, heaving out a breath before catching up with the two boys.

"i believe that we were destined to get thrown out of this dump." peter continued.

"for what purpose?" ray inquired.

"to go into business for ourselves." he shared.

he handed the bottle of alcohol over to ray, knowing he needed it.

tara felt like asking if she could get a sip, but she wasn't up for arguing with her dad over it so she decided not to even ask.

ray reluctantly took it, taking a small swig of it.

"this ecto-containment system that spengler and i have in mind is gonna require a load of bread to capitalize." ray set out. "where are we going to get the money?"

peter took the bottle from ray, he took a long swig from it. "i don't know. i don't know." he said before taking another swig from the bottle.

tara sighed. "of course you don't." she mumbled.

after a long hour and a half. the boys and tara left the city bank, with a sad looking ray trailing behind.

"you're never going to regret this, ray." was the first thing peter said to him when they walked out of the city bank.

"my parents left me that house, i was born there." ray told him.

"you're not gonna lose the house." peter assured him.

"don't get your hopes up ray, you know how my dad's terrible at keeping promises." tara reminded him.

"i know." ray said. "that's why i'm scared."

"there is no need to be scared! you won't lose the house and tara i am not terrible at keeping promises. you just have high expectations." peter defended himself.

"yeah, well that was when i was a baby. growing up made me realize i have to lower my expectations in order to live with you." tara shot back.

"you haven't done that much growing up, you're twelve." peter corrected her.

"yes, twelve but old enough to know when someone can't keep a promise." she defended herself.

peter sighed. he turned his attention back onto ray and went; "you're not going to lose the house. everybody has three mortgages nowadays."

"but at 19%?" ray inquired. "you didn't even bargain with the guy!"

"ray, for your information, the interest rate alone for the first five years comes to $95,000." egon stepped in.

"told you so." tara butt in.

"told me so what?" peter asked her.

"told you, you wouldn't be a skeptic for very long." she clarified.

"i didn't say i was a skeptic." peter defended himself.

"yes, you did. many times." she clarified.

"well, i'm not anymore. so i hope you're happy." peter said, putting an end to the conversation.

a couple more hours went by and the group came across a vacant firehouse for sale. after talking to the realtor, they were able to get a tour of the said firehouse.

"there's office space, sleeping quarters and showers on the next floor and there's a full kitchen on the top left." the realtor listed off.

"i could live here." tara said as she looked around.

"but it just seems a little pricey, for a unique fixer-upper opportunity that's all." peter conveyed. "what do you think, egon?"

"it's not that bad." tara shrugged.

"hey!" cried ray.

they all looked to the source of where his voice came from, a pole chipped away of it's paint stood with ray standing on the edge of it's ramp.

"does this pole still work?" he wondered, before sliding down it.

"where is it?" tara asked, excitement lined in her voice.

"up those stairs." he pointed.

tara nodded, running off to go and slide down the said pole.

"tara, come back here! we don't know how safe it is." peter called.

"well, i went down it and i'm still here." ray pointed out.

"yeah, but tara is clumsy." peter reminded him, while looking up just waiting for her to come crashing down.

tara slid down the pole like so, without falling or breaking any bones in the process.

"oh, thank god." peter sighed of relief. "i don't have the money or the time for medical bills."

"this place is great!" ray exclaimed.

"yeah. we should take it." tara agreed.

"when can we move in?" stantz asked. "you gotta try this pole. i'm going to get my stuff." he added, before running off to do so.

"i'm getting my stuff too!" tara cried, going to run in the opposite direction before peter picked her up by the back of her collar.

"hey! we should stay here tonight." ray suggested. "sleep here. you know, to try it out?" he said before going up the stairs.

"yes! we should!" tara exclaimed.

peter turned towards egon.

the lady slowly made her way over to the boys.

tara noticed her father was still holding her.

"can you put me down?" she politely asked.

peter carefully set her back down onto her feet.

"thank you." she mumbled.

peter turned to the smiling lady and went; "i think we'll take it."

"good." the lady replied.

tara woke up in the middle of the night with a jolt. sweat rolled down her face, as her breathing was heavy.

she looked around the darkened room, hearing nothing but snores coming from the next room.

she pulled her legs up to her chest, staying that way until she soon fell asleep again.

#ghostbusters #egon spengler #peter venkman #ray stantz #winston zeddemore #fanfic

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Pairing: Corpse Husband x Fem! Reader

Summary: Sean invites one of his good friends - Y/N - to play with him and the group. She has a lot of fun with them, but at the same time is too oblivious, too nice, and too pure to notice that one particular Among Us player has taken a liking to her the moment he heard her voice...

Notes: Hello everyone! This is the very first time I’m publishing something bigger in here, I’m honestly still figuring out how Tumblr works, even though I’ve had this account for quite some time now 😅. That being said, please don’t expect anything super impressive. I tried my best though just so you know. 🥺

A/N- It didn’t turn out as I expected, but I really hope at least some of you find it enjoyable :(

Y/C/N - your channel name

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PURE [1]

“Did you guys find anybody?” Felix asked, as the number of players still showed just 7 of them. They could just start now, but the game would be way more fun with a full lobby.

“Yeah, Lily’s joining. I just texted her the code, so she should be here at any moment.” Sykkuno replied after receiving a text message from the said girl. “Oh, and Corpse also said he’d be joining soon.”

“Great. Anyone else?”

“I think Jack was also bringing someone, right?” Dave asked.

“Huh? Oh yeah, I have one coming, she’ll join us in a few” the asked man replied at the same moment Lily’s character appeared in the lobby.

“Who you’re bringing Jack?”

“Y/N” he said, causing Felix to gasp in shock and yell into his mic:

“How the fuck did you manage to convince her? I’ve been bugging her about this game for the past week and she always had some excuse!”

“What can I say, my charm is irresistible” Jack replied nonchalantly, causing everyone in the lobby to laugh at his fake deep voice.

The number of participants changed to 9, as a little black astronaut with horns on his helmet appeared in the lobby.

“Corpse, you’re here!” Rae’s character ran up to the man, circling him excitedly.

“Hey man!”

“What’s up, Corpse?”

“Hello everyone” his deep voice sounded out “Sorry to keep you waiting.”

“All good man, we’re still waiting for one person.” Felix reassured him “Sean, why is she not here yet? Are you sure you’ve sent her the right code?”

“Of course I am!” he all but shouted at Felix “And about that, she just texted me to give her a few more minutes and that we should start without her.”

“We can just wait, right?” Lily offered, earning a few hums of approval from the others.

“I think it might take a little longer than a few minutes, she has some problems with her microphone.”

“Who are you guys talking about?” Corpse asked, completely unaware of who Jack was referring to.

“Wait, Jack, you mean Y/N from Y/C/N?” Sykkuno asked suddenly, only then realizing why this name sounded familiar

“Yeah, the one and only” Jack replied, a smile evident in his voice.

“Oh my god, I love her videos!” Rae exclaimed at that “She’s so funny and sweet!”

“Yeah! Her new video is so freaking cute, I wish she’d upload more often.” Poki agreed.

“Right?” Jack said, clearly very proud of his friend. “But don’t let that sweet demeanor fool you guys cause she’s one of the best players I’ve encountered in this game.”

“That’s true, she’s a secret big brain genius” Toast confirmed, making Pewdiepie gasp once again.

“wHAT??YOU TWO PLAYED WITH HER?!” Felix’s offended voice boomed through everyone’s headphones “HOW DARE YOU. HOW COULD YOU NOT INVITE ME?!”

“That’s for not inviting me to your latest Cringe episode!” Jack was quick to respond, making others in the lobby laugh at their mini fight.

“Oh, so that’s where I recognized her from!” Sykkuno nearly shouted when he finally put two and two together. “I can’t wait to meet her, she seems like a really nice person.”

“She is! When she got impostor for the first time she refused to kill me” Toast explained, earning himself a couple of Aww’s from his friends. “So we just ran around the emergency button until I called the meeting and voted her off.”

“Yeah, only to be her first victim in the next game.” Jack all but giggled, clearly very amused at the memory of Y/N going into a full berserk mode. No one except for him and Toast knew how good she really was at this game...

“She’s basically the wolf in sheep’s skin” Felix concluded with a chuckle “Very soft wolf, however.”

“She’s like the complete opposite of Corpse, both in voice and personality” Jack suddenly said, making Felix laugh wholeheartedly at something only two of them understood at the moment.

“I don’t know how should I take that” Corpse admitted with a chuckle. He remained silent for most of the conversation since he didn’t really know who the guys were talking about. But he would lie if he said he wasn’t intrigued by this girl at least in the slightest. Although he heard about her channel, he hasn’t seen any of her videos, so he didn’t really know what to expect. But hearing what gamers like Sean and Felix said about her, he knew he’s not gonna be disappointed once the girl joins them in the game.

“Imagine Corpse and Y/N talking.” Felix said suddenly with a seemingly very amused voice.

“Imagine Corpse and Y/N both being Impostors” Toast said, which resulted in many of them shouting over each other at how crazy that would be.

“Alright, now that you mention this I start fearing the moment two of them meet” Jack confessed with loud laughter following the sentence. Corpse chuckled deeply under his breath, at the same time glancing at the questions his audience was asking him in his stream. He could hardly read any, as there were quite a lot of people asking, so all he saw was just a bunch of comments moving at the speed of light in his chat. He wouldn't say it out loud, but he was slightly nervous, seeing the growing number of people watching his stream. It was still a rather new thing to him, and he feared he'd say something inappropriate, or just make a complete idiot out of himself.

"At least no one can see me..." he mumbled under his breath after muting his microphone.

"Oh! Y/N just texted me! She's joining the call right now!"

"Fuck yeah!" Felix shouted excitedly "Just so you know Jack, I won't forget that you two played without me."

"Uh-oh. Is that a threat? Are you threatening me now?"

"It's a warning" Felix replied, receiving a series of gasps from other players. "If I get impostor, you're the first one on my list."

"Okay, everyone heard that! You know who to vote off when I'm dead!"

"It's so cool to play with someone new, I wonder if she's as good as you guys depict her" Sykkuno spoke up, but before anyone could answer his question, a new character popped up in the lobby.

***

"Hi everyone! I’m sorry I left you just like that, but this stream would be completely useless without me being able to answer your questions. Fortunately it wasn’t anything serious, I just had to readjust my mic and go through the settings to find what was wrong. Took some time, but here I am now!” Y/N chirped into her microphone, smiling apologetically at her webcam. At the moments like this, she really appreciated how supportive her audience was. No one was hating on her when she had to get off the stream for a couple of minutes, and everyone was just so understanding that it made her heart melt. Perhaps her audience wasn’t very big, but it felt almost like a second family to her.

“Anyway, as you already know from my twitter, today I’ll be playing Among Us with my friends and their friends! I can’t wait if I’m being honest, last time I played this game was so much fun, and there was only a few of us.” she admitted with a genuine smile on her face. “Let’s just text Sean now so we can get into the lobby...”

Y/N: Ready to play with you guys ^^

Jackaboy: Great! You got that mic fixed already?

Y/N: Yes, everything is fine. I’m sorry you had to wait so long.

Jackaboy: It’s all good kiddo, no worries. I’ll call you and send you the code in a sec.

Y/N: Perfect, thank you Sean :)

Jackaboy: Btw, everyone can’t wait to meet you ;-)Y/N stared at the screen for a moment, only now, seconds before joining the group, realizing how nervous she felt. From Sean’s tweets she saw earlier, she figured that the lobby was right now full of many famous streamers, those she wouldn’t even compare herself to. It’s not that she thought of herself very low, but... being among such youtube celebrities like them made her panic a little bit. She didn’t want to look like a complete fool amongst them.

Playing or recording with Sean and Felix was something else because she knew those guys for years (and yet still sometimes found herself thinking how lucky she got to be able to call them her friends). She felt good in their company, not worrying about choosing the right words. But amongst the rest of the players, she knew only Toast and talked with Rae maybe once in her life...

What if the rest won’t like her?

Y/N cleared her throat, realizing that she was still staring at her phone like hypnotized and her audience was already asking her what’s going on. She quickly typed in the code Sean had texted her and readjusted her headphones, before joining the discord chat.

“THERE SHE IS” screamed Sean, making her grin from ear to ear, hearing how excited he was “Little wonderchild!”

“I think you meant little TRAITOR” Felix corrected him with a scoff. A silence settled in the lobby as everyone was waiting for Y/N to speak up.

“Um... hello everyone..” she said softly, almost inaudibly, a sudden wave of shyness taking over her. “I’m Y/N”

“Oh, you were right about that Corpse thing!” replied another, also very soft and very sweet voice, and Y/N saw the image of someone named Lily pop up. “It’s like the exact opposite!”

“See? Told ya. Everyone, meet Y/N/N, the little angel from Y/C/N.”

“Hey Y/N!”

“Hi there!”

“Hey, what’s up?”

“H-Hi, so great to meet you, Y/N!” a very friendly sounding voice said, and a little lime astronaut with the name Sykkuno above it started running around her. “Can’t wait to play with you!”

“That’s so nice, thank you” she replied with a wide smile on her face, moving around his character as well. “I can’t wait to play with you too, actually with all you guys. It’s so great to be here with you.”

“Jack I swear she’s the cutest little thing I’ve ever heard. Where the hell did you find her?!” Poki all but yelled at the man, making Y/N giggle to herself and in-process loosen up a little bit. They all seemed like someone she’d happily be friends with.

“Or rather, where do you get one?” someone else commented, making them all burst into laughter, Y/N included.

“Guys, what did I say about that sweet demeanor...” Jack said after calming down from his fit “Don’t put your guard down just because she sounds like that!”

“Wait- what did you tell them about me?” Y/N asked confused, the tone of her voice making him laugh even more “Jack!”

“Don’t worry, only the good stuff” a very deep, low voice spoke up, leaving her taken aback for a moment. Her eyes widened slightly and she glanced at the name of that person, reading out CORPSE. Now that’s something she didn’t expect...

“Corpse, mind your manners! You didn’t even introduce yourself!”

“Oh, shit- yeah, sorry. Um, I’m Corpse, it’s very nice to meet you Y/N” he replied right after, making her lip corners curl up into a smile.

“Nice to meet you too Corpse, you have a really pleasant voice.” she spoke sweetly, completely unaware of the chaos that was taking place in her stream chat. She didn’t even think of it the way her audience did, she just simply spoke up her mind, and being an incredibly nice person - turned it into a compliment.

“Oh- wow. I mean, thank you so much. I love your voice too, it’s really sweet” he replied, nervously chuckling at the end, before muting his mic. It was, however, enough for Felix and Sean to start teasing him, as the two immediately screamed:

“SIIIMP!!!”

“It’s the voice Felix, I told you he’d fall into her trap!”

“Wait- he was just being nice, guys! Stop making fun of him” Y/N immediately defended the man, trying to speak up over the hysterical laughter of the other players.

“Oh my god, but what if they both get impostors and they both pull the voice cards on us?!” Rae managed to yell through all the noise, making Y/N even more confused.

“Wait, what? What do you mean? I don’t understand.”

“Don’t worry Y/N, that’s how I feel all the time around them.” Sykkuno seemed to be the only one who heard her question, as the rest continued their gabbing without giving her as much as a glance.

“Alright, let’s start the game maybe. I might have a few old scores to settle” Toast cleared his throat theatrically, his astronaut coming face to face with Y/N’s.

“Oh, you mean me? I thought I already apologized!” she replied frantically. “You gave me no choice Toast, I didn’t even want to kill you in the first place...”

“BUT YOU DID. IN THE VERY FIRST ROUND”

“I’m sorry!”

“Alright, enough! Toast, just don’t kill her right away, okay? Let her run around the map, fearing for her life for a moment.” Y/N gasped upon hearing Jack’s words, clearly sensing the smirk behind his voice.

“Wha- Jack?! Since when are you against me?!”

“Don’t worry Y/N, I won’t let them hurt you. You haven’t played with us yet, I’ll protect you.”

“Oh, thank you so much Sykkuno! I’ll protect you too!”

“Great. Another one simping...” was Felix’s last words, before the game began.

Y/N sighed in relief upon seeing the word crewmate forming on her screen, but at the same time feared Toast’s inevitable revenge. She thought they'd already buried the hatchet, but it seemed that he was desperate to make her pay for the last time they played together.

“Aw, Sykkuno was serious” she mumbled with a smile, when his lime astronaut started circling her white one, so she would follow him. “Okay, let’s do some tasks.”

They both made their way towards the medbay, Sykkuno patiently waiting nearby as she did the scan, then Y/N waiting for him to do the same. The moment his little character stepped towards her, a meeting was called by none other than Felix.

“What happened?” Rae asked.

“I called the meeting because I’m afraid of Jack” he responded, causing everyone to laugh. “Seriously though! Dude’s been following me around the whole time.”

“I was just making sure nobody kills you.”

“Yeah don’t go all Sykkuno on me!” Felix screamed, making the call erupt into even more laughter.

“Alright, are we skipping?”

“Yeah.”

“Guys, my life is in danger!” Felix wouldn’t give up. “Come on, show some support! Y/N? You played with him, you know his techniques!”

“Sorry Felix” Y/N giggled, clicking the skip button.

When the next round began, Sykkuno was quick to join Y/N on her way towards admin, where they both found Poki doing the upload. They did the card swipe and left her there, when the lights suddenly went off.

“Uh-oh. Let’s head the opposite direction, Sykkuno” the girl murmured, dancing around his character and heading towards Comms instead of going to Electrical. It was the easiest way to die, after all.

Once they entered the room and waited for someone to fix the lights, Y/N could see another figure appear in the same location. She couldn’t recognize whose character it was, but upon seeing the horns on the helmet she smiled to herself.

“Hey there, Corpse” she said, walking up to the black astronaut, who was standing still in the same place as if he was just watching her and Sykkuno run around Comms instead of doing their tasks.

They stood like that for a couple of seconds until Corpse turned around and ran away, and that’s when the first body was reported.

“Oh no, Jack!”

“Poor guy. He’s gonna haunt us now.”

“Where’s the body?”

“Navigation” replied Rae, who was the one to find Sean’s green astronauts’ body “Didn’t see anyone around, but I’m pretty sure someone just vented right in front of my eyes...”

“Any suspicions?” Toast asked.

“Um, not really sure, it was the exact same moment the lights went off. I was doing tasks with Jack and then he just died. I only saw the vent close, nothing or no one else.”

“Okay, where are you guys right now?”

“I’m in admin with Dave, we only passed Poki when we got there.” Lily’s voice sounded out, quickly being joined by Poki’s explanation.

“Yeah, I was finishing the upload when you guys came in, Y/N and Sykkuno saw it”

“Did you see her?” Toast asked, addressing his question towards the white and lime astronauts.

“Yes, we were doing the card swipe before going to Comms. Corpse joined us for a moment and then left.”

“Yeah, I was on my way to fix the lights when I stumbled upon them in Comms, the body was reported the exact moment I left.”

“Can someone confirm this? I mean, did someone see you besides the two of them?” Toast continued his questioning.

“I think I only saw Felix in Medbay.”

“Hmm, so no one really knows where you were this whole time. You could easily lure Jack into Navigation and kill him there. Is that what you did, Corpse?”

“Woah, that’s some serious accusation” Corpse replied in his usual, low and calm voice. “Where were you Toast? You seem the only one who still doesn’t have an alibi”

“Neither does Felix.” Y/N spoke innocently, and the mentioned man quickly started his explanation.

“Okay, I was with Jack at the beginning but he clearly can’t confirm this since someone snapped his fucking neck. We’ve split up in O2 after doing our tasks and then he must’ve gone with Rae. I just wandered around the map, escaping from the death.”

“Hmm, so not only were you one of the last people to see him alive, but you also admit to not doing your tasks” Y/N said, trying her best to keep her voice steady and stop herself from laughing. She was sure Sykkuno was doing the same thing, they both refused to do any tasks after the lights went off, after all.

“Yeah, but does that already makes me an Imposter? I’m just scared for my life, that’s all.”

“Y/N has some good logic, but I’m not really sure it’s Pewds. I mean, I saw him in Medbay and he really seemed to be just jogging around.” Corpse said, his voice almost immediately doing its magic, as people more or less willingly agreed to skip this round as well.

“I think it’s Felix. I mean, I haven’t played with him yet, but I have this feeling that he’s just acting.” Y/N said to her chat after muting herself. She went towards Weapons to do another task, seeing Sykkuno’s little character follow her once again, but the doors were suddenly locked and his lime astronaut remained in Cafeteria. “Oh no, Sykkuno” she sighed with a pout on her face, deciding against waiting for him and risking getting her neck snapped. She finished her task in Weapons and moved towards another location, when suddenly Corpse appeared in front of her, coming right out of nowhere.

“Oh- Corpse, you scared me to death” Y/N breathed a laugh, watching as his character stood still for a couple of seconds, before circling around her white astronaut. Y/N nodded her head with a smile, even though he couldn’t see her, and followed him in Shields, where they found Poki’s dead body.

“The body is in Shields” Y/N replied right after reporting the body, only to gasp in shock when she realized more than one person was killed. Red crosses decorated not only Poki’s name but were also visible next to Dave and Lily.

“What the hell?!” Felix all but yelled into his mic, obviously shocked just like everyone else who was still alive.

“Now that’s... a lot of bodies” Sykkuno mumbled under his breath.

“Alright, who’s in Shields? Y/N, you said you found the body there, which one?”

“Poki’s, Corpse was there with me” her reply was followed by his short and low hum.

“Sykkuno, where are you? I didn’t see you anywhere since the last round.” Felix asked, clearly accusing the lime astronaut of being a murderer.

“I was... doing the wires in electrical, Toast was there for a moment as well.”

“Yeah but I was only searching for the body, so I saw you maybe for a second” Toast replied, building even more suspicions around Sykkuno.

“But- guys, you know I wouldn’t kill two people in one round, let alone four of them.”

“No one says you did that, I only mentioned that you were nowhere to be seen. You could’ve been sabotaging the map for the other Impostor” Felix said nonchalantly.

“Guys, I-”

“It’s him! It must be him!” Rae shouted through her mic.

“Sykkuno is 100% innocent, I can vouch for him” Y/N’s voice sounded out in everyone’s headphones “We were together since the start of the game and he didn’t kill me, even though he had quite a number of chances to do so.”

“Weren’t you with Corpse this time?” Felix asked suspiciously.

“I was! But at the beginning, I was with Sykkuno, until someone locked him in Cafeteria. That’s when we split up.”

“And you haven’t seen him ever since?”

“Well, no, but-”

“Then I can assure you it was only a matter of time before he’d stab you in the back” Toast concluded, making Sykkuno gasp in confusion.

“Wha- No, I would never do that! Y/N is our guest, I was just making sure she was okay!”

“Sykkuno, simping won’t save your life right now”

“Wha- I- Guys!” he tried to stutter out some logical explanation “Y/N, don’t believe them!”

“I don’t, I know you’re innocent! C’mon guys, he wouldn’t do it!”

“Yeah yeah, let’s kick him out. Corpse, who are you voting?” Toast asked, and Y/N could see the I voted sign next to his character.

“I kinda feel like Felix tries to shift the blame onto Sykkuno. He didn’t even tell his location, and was already throwing accusations on someone else.” Corpse replied after a moment, making the smile widen on Y/N’s face. Someone was finally on her side!

“That’s because he can’t even explain himself!” Felix exclaimed, voting as well.

“Besides, I’m pretty sure if it wasn’t for whoever locked that door, Y/N would be dead as well!”

“No, I told you I-!”

“Guys, we have ten seconds to vote. Rae?”

“I think it’s him as well. He was acting suspiciously since we started this round. I vote Sykkuno”

“But..!”

“No, Sykkuno...” Y/N whispered with a pout on her lips, when she saw the number of people who voted for her lime friend.

Sykkuno was ejected.

“Alright, I’m pretty sure it’s Felix. I saw Rae multiple times and she didn’t kill me, Toast also doesn’t act very Impostor like, but maybe that’s just one of his strategies... Corpse is with me again, I don’t think that’s him, I mean, he followed me around last round, but still didn’t do anything, and even vouched for me and Sykkuno when we were both clearly chilling in comms. It can’t be him... right?”

Dead body reported.

“I just saw Corpse kill Toast, then vent!” Rae’s voice blared through Y/N’s headphones, as she looked in shock at the red cross next to Toast’s name. If not him, then..?

“What?” the accused man asked calmly “That’s a self-report, she’s trying to frame me. You guys can’t possibly believe her.”

“I believe her. I saw you enter the Electrical with Toast, then he’s suddenly dead” Felix said.

“That’s because she vented in there and killed him.”

“No! I swear, Y/N/N you have to believe me!” she directed her words towards the girl who remained silent during their discussion, processing her accusations over and over in her head. “I was fixing the wires, Toast was doing another task, and then boom! I see Corpse snapping his neck!”

“How could you see that if the lights were off?” Y/N suddenly asked, making Rae cut her own sentence off “No one went to fix them, they were off the entire round.”

Silence.

“It’s Rae, it must be her” Corpse couldn’t help but laugh wholeheartedly at how small was the mistake which completely blew Rae’s cover. “We’re voting Rae, right Y/N?”

“No! Guys, I mean, let me explain, I-!”

Rae was ejected.

“Now that was something I didn’t expect. I would’ve never thought it was her, I even suspected that Sykkuno might really have been the other Impostor, but now... It’s just me, Corpse, and Felix. I’m clear, clearly, so it must be one of them. And since Corpse protected me for the past few rounds, there’s no other option than...”

Her eyes suddenly widened when the realization hit her, and she quickly turned around to speed towards the emergency button. Fortunately, no one was around to stop her from calling the meeting.

“Felix.” Y/N started, trying to contain her excitement and sound seriously “Where were you when Sean was killed?”

Neither Corpse of Felix said a word, as it was probably the last question they expected her to ask. Felix cleared his throat, however, and finally replied:

“Y/N, that was literally the beginning of a game. How am I supposed to remember what I did then?”

“Well” she said nonchalantly “I, for example, clearly remember the things you said even when we were in the lobby.”

“What are you implying?”

“Wasn’t it you, who told everyone that Sean was your number one if you get Impostor?” she asked with a wicked smile on her face. Felix was dumbfounded, he obviously didn’t expect her to pull that card on him, hell, he didn’t even know how she knew about it since she wasn’t even in the call at the time.

“FELIX” Corpse suddenly broke the silence, simultaneously breaking the said man from his train of thoughts.

“Okay, first of all- YOU WEREN’T EVEN IN THE CALL WHEN I SAID THAT” he yelled through his mic, making both Y/N and Corpse laugh, as it only confirmed their suspicions.

“See? You only proved my point.”

“Oh, fuck’s sake- I was just joking okay?!” he tried to defend himself, but hearing how he couldn’t even contain his own laughter anymore, it was clear he already accepted the defeat. “It wasn’t serious, god damn it!”

“You know what to do, Y/N” Corpse’s voice asked through her headphones, and surely, she knew exactly what to do.

“C’mon Y/N, that’s not fair! At least let me explain myself!”

“Bye Felix” she said in an overly dramatic tone before Corpse voted as well.

Soon enough, the sign VICTORY could be seen on her screen, which made her squeak and joy. This game was really fun, even though she was so scared of being killed first.

“I knew it! I knew you would figure out it’s him! That son of a bitch who murdered me!” Jack basically yelled out, clearly very happy about the result.

“Y/N, seriously now, how did you know I’ve said that?” Felix asked without even hiding his surprised tone.

“Let’s just say I might’ve stolen some of your viewers, Felix” she admitted, winking at her webcam, a new wave of comments landing on her chat. “Thanks guys!”

“Okay, that is rude and not fair!”

“It helped me win, so I’ve got nothing else to say” Y/N grinned from ear to ear, before muting herself for a moment to finally answer some of the questions from her chat, while the rest took a quick break to eat something or go to the bathroom.

She was halfway through telling the story of how she met Sean when she noticed she got a message from a private discord chat.

CORPSE: That was really impressive :)

Y/N smiled to herself upon seeing his text and quickly typed out the answer.

Y/N: Thanks!! I wouldn’t have done that without you though, you stood up for me and Sykkuno and all

Y/N: Also, thanks for protecting me from being murdered ^^

CORPSE: No problem, I knew you were innocent right away.

CORPSE: Anyway, good game, Sean was right saying that you’re one of the best players

She couldn’t help the blush that arose on her cheeks, it was very sweet of him to say that, even though she didn’t actually do much except for exposing Felix.

Y/N: I wasn’t an Impostor though, so you didn’t really see much :)

She watched the three dots beside his name, that signaled he was still texting. The chat was completely forgotten, but people seemed to quickly notice that small, shy smile on her lips, and the pink tint decoring her cheeks.

CORPSE: Okay, now I’m intrigued...

Y/N: Maybe we’ll both be Impostors one day ^^

CORPSE: Can’t wait for that to happen.

Soon enough, they returned to the lobby to begin another game. Y/N glanced at her chat for a second, and the moment she returned her eyes to the game, her jaw basically dropped.

IMPOSTOR was written in bold letters in the middle of the red screen, right above her name.

Corpse’s little character was standing beside her.

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