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eldritch-nightmare · 7 months

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yandere sully headcanons.

a/n: don't look at me i couldn't help it okay i'll work on requests soon just let me have this. dear god it's been so long since i've written anything i hope i still know what i'm doing uhm i listened to stockholm syndrome by erra on repeat while writing this (i am obsessed w the song okay) so if that influenced it a bit then yeah it's 5am ignore the messiness and typos i just Had to write this in one sitting.

warnings: gn!reader, yandere behavior, obsessive behavior, thoughts of kidnapping, actual kidnapping, thoughts of cannibalism, kinda slight possessive behavior, scopophobia, mentions of restraints, technically a precursor to the yandere sully bot now that i'm looking at this.

He's oh so confused when he first starts feeling things towards you. It's only a brief burst of confusion, only because he's never felt this way for another person before.

Sure, he'd burn the heavens and hells for Liu, and he's pretty buddy-buddy with Eyeless Jack but this? It's new to him.

The confusion doesn't last long, that's for sure. Sully knows exactly what he wants, and he's rather in tune with his emotions so he's able to figure things out quickly.

The intensity of his love certainly surprised him though. The first time he thought 'I want to lock you up and make you mine', he took a step back and was like 'Hey man, that's pretty strange...' but he gets over this pretty quickly, obviously, or we wouldn't be here.

Besides, it's not like he's going to act out on these thoughts, right? I mean, sure, you're the most fascinating person he's ever met but he has restraint. He has a lot of restraint, thank you very much.

Haha... well... about that...

You see, Sully does have a lot of restraint, so he doesn't actually act out on these thoughts and desires for a really long time. He's fine with watching you from afar.

And also because if he did, it could lead to trouble.

He also knows that Liu would be very unhappy with him if he acted out on these desires, and Sully actually really cares about Liu and his boundaries and stuff. Sure, he could totally keep it a secret since they don't share memories and whatnot but still.

So he's content with just watching you from afar and having these thoughts. Shall I provide some examples of the thoughts he has about you?

They'd look so cute chained up and in tears.

God, I just want them to say my name like a prayer.

They're so adorable when they laugh... it makes me want to eat them.

I wonder how they'd react if I took them away from here just so I could keep them all for myself. No one will know where they are except for me... they'd never be able to get rid of me...

Wouldn't it be cute if they realized I want to make them mine? They'd probably run, but that would make things so much more fun.

I honestly think I'll kill anyone who tries taking them from me. They're mine, and I have to protect what's mine.

I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you.

He loves literally anything and everything you do. You could never bore him, even if you try really hard to. He could listen to you talk about some topic he doesn't care for for hours because it's you who's talking.

Honestly, I'm not entirely sure if he'd bother hiding his obsession with you from you. He definitely hides it from Liu, Liu cannot find out, and the others, but I feel like it's so obvious that Sully wants to just devour you.

The way he looks at you certainly sends chills down your spine, and there's something in you telling you to keep your distance, for your own safety.

He doesn't even care to be subtle when he's watching you. You can always feel his gaze on you whenever he's around, it's almost as if you're the only thing he can focus on whenever you're around. It would be kind of cute if it didn't unnerve you so much.

But it's not just that.

It's... the way he looks at you. The... the pure smitten look in his gaze as he watches you do such mundane tasks. The way his gaze always lingers whenever something or someone else needs or wants his attention. His eyes feel like they're going to consume you whole if you look into them. It's only with Sully. You never feel like this when you're around Liu.

He's well aware that you're uncomfortable with his gaze, and he thinks it's adorable how you avoid interacting with him and how you try hiding away from him whenever you're forced to be around him.

God, he could just eat you up.

And it's so hard for him to see you getting along so well with other people. He just wants to pull you away whenever you get too close to someone.

Oh man he's so very casual with all of this as well. You think it's weird and disturbing, he thinks it's romantic and a part of everyday life.

You've thought about mentioning this to Liu a few times but... what could he do? It's not like he can control Sully. Besides, Sully hasn't done anything that makes you feel as if you're in any immediate danger, he just... watches you. And smiles, occasionally, in a way that makes you unnerved to imagine what he could be thinking about.

Well, until now, that is.

What can he say? He has restraint, sure, but even he can't help but give into his desires every once in a while. And this time he just... decided to take you away.

Not while you were awake, of course.

No, he would never let you be awake for something like that. It's also just easier snatching you while you're peacefully asleep, blissfully unaware.

And you're so cute when you're sleeping, did you know that?

He lets out such a dreamy sigh as he watches you sleep on the bed he set you down on. He had brought you deep into the woods, keeping you in a neat little abandoned cabin that he managed to fix up nicely in his spare time.

Only he knew about this place. He didn't share it with Liu. It was his place. And now, yours as well.

Sully thought about restraining you to the bed... he even has a decent-length chain just for that, but...

Not yet.

He knows the chances of you running when you wake up are incredibly high, and honestly? He wants you to run. He'd love to chase you, it'd be fun for him.

You entertain him in ways no person has ever been able to. You make him feel things he's never really thought of or felt before. You're... interesting to him, which really says a lot.

He's never been so intensely interested in something before, let alone someone.

You're just special like that, he supposes, and he can't wait for you to wake up so the real fun can begin.

The only real concern that Sully has is Liu. Liu, bless his heart, would never approve of this. He's too nice, too compassionate. He wouldn't want Sully to keep you captive in a cabin in the middle of the woods. He wouldn't understand.

So, Sully does intend to keep this a secret from Liu. And the others. It's not like they'll suspect him of doing anything.

After all, he's just the guy uninterested in his surroundings, why would he have anything to do with your disappearance?

#sully x reader #sully x you #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #yandere x reader #yandere sully #yandere creepypasta #yandere sully x reader #yandere creepypasta x reader #scheduled.

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shegatsby · 3 months

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Heyy! Its me again haha. I really wanted to thank you, this turned out really good!♡

I also have another idea..

Okay so reader is Will's cousin and they are visiting Will, Hannibal doesn't know and decides to pay Will a visit but he's currently at the store so he starts talking with the reader and they find out they have much in common like being fans of arts, opera and cooking.. and then reader says they are applying for a job in Baltimore as maybe an arts teach or smth. And 5 to 6 months after that reader meets Hannibal again in a museum of arts, they again start talking and catching up, exchanging numbers and staying in contact for awhile until Hannibal gets 'captured' and then of course everything that happens after that, Hannibal tries contacting reader in that time but it seems as reader blocked him.. and then I thought that maybe it would be like after the fall that Hannibal finally gets in contact with reader and they finally start building a romantic relationship!^^

So yeah thats my idea. I really hope you like this idea and can make something of it. Your writing is like honestly amazing and I would be really excited if you would do this considering the other one was so well made.. I wish you a wonderful late new year and to everyone else aswell! <3

A/N; I cannot believe I've finished this while listening to Justin Bieber -Maria lol Sorry its a bit long but i really enjoyed writing it. Also thank you for your kind words, i'm here to serve the fandom. <3 sorry for any typos since English isn't my native language. Oh, i hope you'll have an amazing year and i hope you'll heal from your past wounds.

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warnings; mention of cirme, thats it. its safe kiddos.

You had to walk into the store in order to get warm and also buy groceries for your dear cousin. Will Graham. You were visiting him for a week and he asked you to cook your famous stew, in cold days like this a warm stew would cheer anyone up, so after breakfast you decided to get dressed and go to the store while Will was making cookies for his guest. You didn’t know who the guest was but he said he wanted you two to meet. You only nodded and left the house. Inside was warm, and smelled nice, you loved grocery shopping and cooking for people. It was your way of showing your affection towards beloved ones. You were in the wine section, decided to make some hot wine. As you were trying to reach to the top shelf you heard a calm yet dominant voice saying ‘’Allow me.’’ And on your peripheral vision you saw a man’s hand reaching for the wine you wanted. ‘’Here you go.’’ You turned to face the owner of that deep voice, ‘’Thank you.’’ You managed to say, observing his maroon orbits. Such a distinct color, you thought. ‘’Elegant choice. Most people don’t go for that brand.’’ He announced, Doctor Hannibal Lecter never made small conversations with people he didn’t know but when he noticed that this person knew a good quality wine he just wanted to chat. ‘’I’m making hot wine for today. This one is the best for that.’’ You said smiling, he smiled back. ‘’What is your go to choice?’’ he had this strange aura that made you want to talk to him, normally you would smile and say goodbye but he intrigued you to your core. ‘’If I’m visiting a close friend I pick this one, which that’s what I’m doing today.’’ You looked at the brand he was holding, ‘’I always admired the painting on that bottle. Such baroque colors.’’ He raised an eyebrow to your statement, ‘’I assume you’re interested in art?’’

‘’Always have been. Actually once the paper work is done I’ll start working in Baltimore with painters. They opened a studio and asked if I could work with them.’’ That’s when Hannibal noticed the small and dry paint residue on your dominant hand. ‘’I live in Baltimore and I hope to see your paintings one day at an art gallery. Good luck.’’ He smiled a warm smile which reminded you the sunset in winter, it gave you hope for the future.

‘’Thank you so much.’’ You said and you both walked to your separate ways. However, fate had its own webs to arbitrate in your behalf.

Once you reached to your cousin’s home you saw a car on the front yard, apparently his guest have arrived. You climbed the porch and used the spare key Will gave you. You could hear two man talking about a murder case, you knew what your cousin’s job was and he was so passionate about it that every week he would call you and tell you about a new case. In the entire family he chose you as his special blood connection. You two have always been considered as outlaws, or ‘’the freaks’’ and this made you more close to one another. ‘’I’m home.’’ You announced to let them know, just in case if they were talking secret FBI files. ‘’Come in Y/N.’’ you heard your cousin say with enthusiasm. You quickly left the bags on the kitchen counter and washed your hands, you had slightly cleaning obsession which Will never forgot to point it out. ‘’Hi!’’ you wore your warmest smile and walked into the living room which was at the back of the house and it had a door that opened to the back yard.

As soon as you walked in you saw that man from the store, sitting on the single armchair, holding a coffee mug in his large hand. You froze in your steps, watched him stand up, fix his clothes subtly and extend his hand towards you, ‘’What a lovely coincidence. Doctor Hannibal Lecter.’’ You took his hand, it was warm and manly, ‘’Y/N Y/L/N.’’ Will was puzzled but you explained to him quickly.

That night you asked him to stay longer and he helped you coking the stew and making the hot wine. 3 of you talked and explored new ideas about their cases, they were really keen on getting a fresh perspective from you about their recent case.

It had been months since that strange coincidence, since that you were working in that studio you mentioned to him and rented a small apartment for yourself and your cat. Things were going pretty smoothly and for the first time you and your team had an opening at the Baltimore Museum of Arts, it was an important night for you and you dressed up accordingly. Elegant yet showing your curves in a subtle way. A black velvet dress that was above the knee, black high heels, a fresh blow out, red lips and red nails. You felt like a goddess and walked like one as well. The event started at 8 pm, you were there with your colleges making sure everything was ready.

You were nervous so your colleagues greeted the guests who were mostly middle aged white people, you didn’t mind, since no one knew your face you could stand behind guests and listen their criticism about your work. It was fun, drinking your champagne and listening to rich folk who knew nothing about art making assumptions, some wondered about the artist but you were safe. You were standing right next to them and they didn’t know who you were. You had no idea about what was going to happen that night and that excited you deeply.

‘’Hello Y/N.’’ someone addressed you directly, for some reason you felt like a deer caught in the red lights. You turned to face the owner of that dominant voice, it was him. You almost dropped the empty champagne glass you were holding, he had a smirk on his plump lips. He grabbed your empty glass, a waiter was near you two so he gave the empty glasses to him got new ones, ‘’May I say you look ravishing tonight.’’ His comment made you feel the heat rising to your cheeks, ‘’Thank you, it’s been a while. How are you?’’ and you started catching up, he asked which one of the paintings were yours and you pointed, he looked at them for a while without saying anything, he seemed as if he was calculating something in his marvelous brain of his. Soon you were surrounded by his colleagues, he kept you by his side, ‘’I’m sure you would be delighted to know that those magnificent paintings were created by none other than this woman who is standing next to me.’’ He announced when his colleagues mentioned how much they liked your paintings, you were shocked that he revealed you to them like this, he seemed proud to have you to himself, the crowed started to compliment you all you could say ‘’Thank you, thank you so much..’’ you weren’t used to having the spot light. You could feel his large hand on the small of your back, not moving up or down, staying put. You felt like he was showing you off, but why?

When the night came to an end all of your paintings were sold, the owner would be revealed in a few days and you decided to send him or her a thank you note. Hannibal asked you for your phone number to keep in touch, he offered to drive you home also, you didn’t refuse because it was cold outside. As you left the building together you noticed his elite acquaintances raised eyebrows and questionable eyes, you didn’t care. You gave him the directions, it was snowing outside softly, when he reached to the parking lot of your apartment complex, he parked the car. You had a strange feeling that you didn’t want this night to come to an end, you noticed his slowness, maybe he felt the same way? You watched him opening his mouth to say something and then closing it. ‘’Would you like a glass of hot wine.. since it is really cold it could warm us.’’ You abruptly suggested, ‘’I would love to.’’ Was there a hint of excitement in his dominant voice? You didn’t want to jump into conclusions, he was older than you and seemed like a serious man, why would he want to have deeper connection with you? He had multiple beautiful people in his circle to entertain him… you decided that you two were in the right place in the right time and also Will Graham being your cousin made you two share a simple connection, that was it.

Thankfully your flat was organized and clean, he appreciated that mentally. He, deep down, was checking his long list ever since he met you, no one knew but Hannibal would like to share his luxurious life with someone and he had a long list, and whenever he met someone knew he would see if that person could tick all of the things in his list, you were doing great so far.

After making the hot wine you found yourself laughing at Hannibal’s stories with Will, you left your high heels on the floor, sitting on the couch whereas Hannibal was sitting on the armchair, sleeves rolled up, his tie was loose, legs wide open, holding his empty wine glass, you found yourself admiring his posture, he sat like a Greek statue, carved by the most talented sculptor of all time. He noticed your lingering shiny eyes on his body, he even liked it,

‘’Being desired by someone is perhaps the closest anybody in this life can reach to feeling immortal.’’

He said, his voice sounding like a prayer, divine and his eyes on yours… he slowly stood up, placed the empty glass on the coffee table, you could see the veins on his hand. He turned to you and got your glass as well, placed it next to his. His thick fingers went to your chin, lifting your face up to meet his. His orbs got darkened, he leaned in, you could feel his rich perfume, filling your nostrils. He whispered, ‘’I would like to have you for dinner, see you soon little dove.’’ and he left.

Of course he wanted to kiss you, ravish your body and leave marks on you, claiming his territory but there was still time for that. He was an old fashioned man and he didn’t have time for superficial things, he wanted this to be right. Before he let you speak he wore his shoes and left your flat and left you speechless.

After few days you got a phone call, Hannibal invited you for dinner at his house. What happened at your house few days ago troubled the depths of your mind every single day. He seemed like he was interested in you but you weren’t sure.

You knew he was interested in etiquette, aesthetics, so you wore slightly formal clothing. A black pencil skirt, beige blouse and high heels, soft make up and you were done.

When he answered the door his face light up to see you looking divine, ‘’Please come in. I have surprise to show you.’’ He announced.

He held your hand and walked you to the upstairs, ‘’This is my study room.’’ He announced before he opened the dark wooden door, inside was lit with yellow lights, he was right it was his study room. The detail was that the walls held your paintings… he was the one who bought your paintings, all of them.. ‘’Rest are in my office, my clients love them.’’ He said smiling to you, ‘’Hannibal… I don’t know what to say….’’ You were overwhelmed with emotions. ‘’I really like your work and I want you to follow your dreams.’’ You turned to look him in his maroon orbits, you didn’t have to say anything, your eyes did the talking.

After that you kept seeing each other, his work and also yours made it hard but whenever you had time you spent time with him. Bringing lunch to his office or Hannibal sending your studio presents. However, these last week you heard nothing from him, he wasn’t answering his phone, he wasn’t at his office, when you finally went to his home he wasn’t there, but his car was there… finally you called your cousin Will and he didn’t tell you much except Hannibal was involved with some crime and he disappeared. You couldn’t believe your ears, you did your research, he was all over the news but deep down you didn’t want to believe it. Also the news weren’t clear about his crimes…

Weeks passed without any news from him, you spent your days at the studio and you noticed how dark your paintings got… when you were with him you were blooming but now you felt as if life dropped you of somewhere and you are watching everyone live, except you. Your life got stale.

One day your paintings were accepted by an Italian art exhibition but you also had to be there as well, so packed your things and left Baltimore. Will also encouraged you to do it, he knew how depressed you got after Hannibal’s departure.

Italy was a dream, a dream you were glad to live it, the warmth, food and art made you feel like in a Disney movie but a part of you secretly wishing to experience this with a particular gentleman. You didn’t know your prayers were going to be answered.

The night of the exhibition you got a phone call, unknown number. You answered, ‘’Hello?’’ at first there wasn’t a voice, you were about to hang up but you heard him, ‘’I’m so proud of you Y/N.’’

Your heart dropped to your stomach, it was him. Hannibal.

‘’Hannibal? Where are you? What happ-‘’ he stopped you, ‘’Not on the phone, I’ll see you after the exhibition. Wait for me at the back.’’

The night felt like an eternity, when finally you were free you literally ran to the back of the building and there he was, on his motorbike, he looked so different yet familiar at the same time. ‘’Hop on princess.’’ He made you wear a helmet and together you rode. He took you to a villa, it was his new home.

You didn’t say anything until he brought you inside, as soon as he turned to face you to speak you slapped him, ‘’How dare you leave without a single note? I’ve been worried sick!’’

Hannibal was baffled to see this fierce side of you and he liked it. He kissed you. His plump lips made you feel at peace. Kiss got heated due to the fact that both of you had sexual tension for each other so long that now you were a volcano exploding. His hands went to your waist and pulled you roughly to him, his body felt like a rock, so firm. When you pulled away you were on his couch, on top of him, ‘’Is it true?’’ you asked out of breath, ‘’What?’’ he asked to buy some time. ‘’All they say about you.. are you a criminal?’’ you asked with hesitation. He had a smug smile, ‘’Does it matter?’’ his cockiness and confidence made it hard for you to be realistic but you figured as long as you two were together nothing could harm you. You kissed him passionately.

Thank you for reading.

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estcaligo · 1 year

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Ok it’s been in my drafts for too long and I honestly don’t know how to put all of it together, so it is what it is

Delusional theory/headcanon: Sebek and Trey are relatives because nothing is a coincidence in TWST

Lots of JP server spoilers !

- Well, Trey reminds Sebek of his father, both his appearance and behaviour. Definitely not a coincidence.

- Bloom birthday interviews (or birthday interviews in general) seem to touch on family topic a lot, and, well, having Trey as Sebek’s interviewer was…a surprise, but not really if you think about it.

- Teeth. Everyone knows about Trey’s hobby, right. And oh my Sebek’s father in a dentist. In Endless Halloween Trey showed interest in Sebek’s family business and even said he would love to meet his father. My personal choice - Trey and Sebek in Briar Valley event.

- Locations. We don’t know yet why and more importantly how Sebek’s father came to Briar Valley. A magicless human? Went to a place that relies on magic in quite literally everything? Realistically speaking - by sea. Because look here:

Briar Valley is located really close to Queendom of Roses so why not.

*However Sebek does point out that there’s no means of transportation in Briar Valley that don’t require using magic, but that doesn’t mean one can’t get in from outside on a non-magical ship etc.

- Why would Sebek’s father do it? Well, let’s say his dream was to become a dentist and he was a little rebel, and in Queendom of Roses everyone has perfect teeth lol. Sebek’s father wanted a challenge so he went to Briar Valley because fae teeth and everything etc.

- To be more specific - Trey’s father and Sebek’s father are brothers. But Mr. Zigvolt chose path of a dentist and Mr. Clover - bakery.

*Why “Zigvolt” then? Well maybe he took his wife’s last name idk. To blend in and not to make Sebek’s grandfather even more angry or something.

- So yeah that makes Trey and Sebek cousins.

- If Trey’s hobby involves teeth, it would be funny if Sebek discovered joy of baking haha. Well, he does seem to be interested in various kinds of sweets and even mentions “eating sweets” as a way to spend his free time (kinda). Does that count as a hobby?…

- Obviously, their appearance is similar.

- Sebek is the ultimate mirroring character. Sebek has an older brother and sister, Trey has younger brother(s) and sister.

- Rook’s nickname for Trey is “Chevalier of Roses”. Knighthood runs in the family lol.

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That’s it for now. Hopefully there will be more lore on this topic in the future!

Upd: corrected some typos haha sorry!

#please forgive if there’re any mistakes #I haven’t slept for two days #twisted wonderland #sebek zigvolt #trey clover #twst sebek #twst trey #twst theory #twisted thoughts

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flyiingsly · 6 months

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To build a home

Square : Tell me the truth

Pairing : Rex x gn!jedi!reader

Warnings : Mention of injuries, a lot of angst and a bit of fluff

Wordcount : 4k

Summary : Rex is acting strange with you since you both returned from your last mission on Saleucami, and you have a hard time figuring why. Until someone decided to give you a little help to resolve the situation.

A/N : My eleventh submission for the @clonexreaderbingo ! Oh well, I don’t know why but this one was harder to write than I thought it would be (maybe because I was too emotionally involved in it haha) ! Not gonna lie, the first time I saw that CW episode with Suu and Cut, it immediately became one of my favorites from the whole series for a lot of reason, but mostly because I had the feeling that this encounter must have been a huge event for Rex. (And because I really love Suu 😄) Enjoy ❤

Disclaimer : I'm still struggling to understand English grammar properly, English is not my native language and even if I have proofread my writtings several times, there is probably still typos in it. I'm very self conscious about it and I apologize for it in advance, but I'm doing my best to do better and I'm actively working at improving my writting skills !

So if you spot a typo, feel free to point it to me so I can correct it, it will be much appreciated :)

You were just coming back from Saleucami, from a mission to intercept the General Grievous after the crash of his ship on that planet. It failed, of course, as every mission with the purpose of capturing him so far.

It was exhausting, but at least, most of your men survived it, even Rex. He had been injured by a commando droid aiming at him from a distance. The shot nearly get to his heart, missing it from only a few centimeters. At the second you heard the bullet impact on his armor and seen his speeder bike losing control of its trajectory and crashing against the dirt, your own heart stopped immediately.

You tried your best to stay focused and gave the order to Kix to go after the Captain and protect him while you, Hardcase and Jesse, took care of destroying those droid. Once it had been done, you reached for him as faster as you can, fearing the worst.

He was unconscious, and Kix needed to remove his armor to get a closer look at the wound, which meant that you had to find a safer spot where you weren’t in plain sight and an easy to shoot target. The chance was on your side, as a farm was near, and you ended up laying the Captain on a wooden table, in a barn, under the hospitality of a fierce but kind Twi’lek lady.

Kix took care of the injury and the lady offered you some sweet fruits to eat. You were finally safe, he was safe, especially, and it was all that really mattered to you at that moment. But he was too weak to go back to fight, and the rest of you had to move on and continue with the mission. It was hard to convince him to stay hidden here until the bacta patches have healed the bullet impact properly, or at least until he have regained a bit of strength. Kix had to use his special “medic outranking everyone” card, but he finally accepted to stay in the barn and get some rest.

It worried you a bit to let him here alone, and the Twi’lek noticed it by the way you looked at him.

“It’s gonna be ok, he’s gonna be fine here, it’s a safe place, safe enough to raise children, so I’m pretty sure that a courageous Clone Captain like him will survive it. Don’t worry, we’ll look after him.” she says to you with an understanding and reassuring smile.

And indeed, when you got reunited later, he was in a much better condition, still a bit tired, but safe and sound nonetheless.

But when you all get back to Coruscant, you felt like something was different with him. Something seemed wrong with his behavior, he was suddenly all distant and unusually cold with you, like if he was here but not really here, hearing what you were saying to him but not properly listening. It was so off character that it was nearly scary.

He suddenly wasn’t the same man as he was with you anymore, and every man from your battalion noticed it too, as you’ve always been close to each other. You were always standing together, either on missions or outside the battlefield. You were like each other’s shadow, simply inseparable. And then, suddenly, he acted like you were a stranger to him.

You had a hard time processing it, asking yourself what you could have possibly done wrong to deserve this, and after a few days of being treated that way, you were a mess. You tried several time to engage a conversation about what was going on, or mostly just to engage a conversation, because your interactions were as inexistent as the subtlety of General Skywalker in terms of diplomacy since your return.

But it wasn’t very useful. He just kept giving you excuses as “I have to bring my report to the General right now”, “I have a review of the armory to do”, “I have to go check on the ship’s reparations advancements”, and more “I have to” this, and “I have to” that … It was only excuses to avoid talking to you, and it was making you sick.

You were very close to your soldiers, and they started to worry for you, just as you were worrying for them when they were in pain or struggling with difficult feelings. They knew that the situation was unusual and hard to bear for you, something was wrong with their captain, but they couldn’t understand what the problem was neither.

Rex was acting strange, and everyone around could sense it, even Anakin. Especially Anakin. He could feel it, his Captain was trying to hide something, something big in his opinion.

Just like most of the company, he suspected that something, as unconscious as it can be, was going on between the two of you. The way you glanced at each other, the way you looked after one another on the battlefield, always having the back of the other when things got tricky, these half smiles you exchanged sometimes, that way you communicated through eye contact, without saying a word …

All that closeness, all these little jokes and teasing you threw at each other ... It was obvious, for everyone around, even if nobody had the courage to say it out loud, everybody could see it, and everybody was asking themselves if you were both too focused on your work and missions to notice it, or totally in denial about it, or both, but they knew that you were both absolutely incompetent at expressing your feelings anyway.

Your men did try to make you open your eyes, oh Maker, they did try ! More or less subtly, but they never got anything significant from it. Maybe one day you’ll realize it by yourselves, but until that day, they made it their personal challenge to succeed at pushing you in each other’s arms.

But right now, it wasn’t all fun and a game anymore. Some of them tried to address their Captain about it, only to get roughly sent back or ignored as well.

Until Anakin decided to act about it.

“Hey, Rex !”, he caught him while he was heading toward his quarters, “How are you Captain ? Has your injury finished to heal already ? How do you feel now ?”

“That’s a lot of questions General ! I’m fine, and my injury is getting better and better, it’s nearly just a scar now, thanks you for asking. And how about you, General ? Is everything alright ?“

He instantly regretted his question, as he had the feeling that something was on the jedi’s mind, and he was right.

“Actually ... There’s something I’m worrying about right now … Someone, precisely …”

“Here we go …” Rex though, that subject again … He felt his heart begin to beat faster as he prepared himself to dodge that bullet once more. They were passing by the door of the company’s barracks at that exact moment, and Anakin suddenly stopped walking right in front of it.

“Listen, Rex … I know that some of your men try to talk to you about it before, and I know that you know what I’m thinking about. I know that there’s something wrong with the way you act, I don’t know what it’s all about, I don’t know what happened between the two of you …”

“Nothing happened …” he abruptly interrupts the man in front of him.

“Yeah, I already know that, nothing happened … And that’s why you need to talk to her, because she don’t understand what’s going on in your mind. It’s been days and she keep asking herself what she did wrong to offend you. And honestly, everybody has noticed it … Your acting weird since we came back from Saleucami … I can feel your pain, Rex, I can feel your fear, your doubt, your regrets … You are haunted by some thoughts I can’t describe, but I know it’s all about her, I can feel it … You’re hurting yourself, and you’re hurting her in the process … You know, I dearly appreciate the two of you, in more ways than just soldiers, so I think it’s normal for me to worry about that …”

The clone remained silent for a moment, looking at the ground.

“I’m sorry my General, I should have hide it better so it would not affect the rest of my men. I’m sorry if I’ve caused troubles, I’ll do my best so it won’t happen anymore, you have my word.”

“What ? No, that’s not what I’m talking about ! I don’t care about the rumors or the troubles, I just want you to talk to her and clear the situation, I just want the two of you to feel better …” he sighs and pauses for a moment, searching for his words, before going on gently but with more determination.

“Look, there’s clearly something going on between you, everybody but you know that ! All the smiles, all the glances, all the private jokes, all that time spend together, all the cuddles … Because yes, everybody noticed the “innocent” cuddling when the two of you have a moment to rest during missions, that habit you have to lean on each other to take a nap every time you have the occasion … Come on ! You’re attracted to each other like magnets ! That’s cute as hell, and everyone in the company is just waiting for the moment when you will finally confess those feelings, because you are MEANT to be together, and I shouldn’t say you that, but right now, I just don’t care anymore, I just want the two of you to be happy again, because you both deserve it, you both deserve to be happy, and I’m being sincere, Captain.”

The jedi’s words felt like a violent electroshock in his mind. As sudden shiver washed over his body, and he felt the heat raising to his face, painting his cheeks a dark shade of pink. Yes, of course he was hurting himself by trying to brush away all his feelings for you. Of course he was feeling miserable and awful about it, about what you must have gone through these last days, all because of him.

“Yes, you’re right … I’ve done it all wrong, and I know it … I was trying to protect myself from things that I finally realized were true after a long time denying them. It was frightening, and being cold and distant was the only way I found to deal with my fear … But I never meant to hurt her, I promise …”

“I know that, Rex, but it’s not to me that you should explain it …”

Anakin suddenly reached for the electronic controlling pad of the barrack’s door and opened it. A human form was sitting here on a bed, in the dark atmosphere of the empty room, waiting for something, or for someone. It was you, and both of the men saw you rising you head toward the door in surprise, looking at them.

Rex’s eyes widen, a confused expression growing on his face.

“My General, what is that ?”

“A perfect opportunity that get things fixed properly, Captain !” he answers with a proud smile.

The clone nervously looked at his superior right in the eyes, embarrassed as he has never been. Of course that idiot had to get involved into that too, and of course he had to take some initiatives about it. He knew that he’ll thank him later, but for now, he was mostly panicked and taken aback.

He took a deep breath and enter the vast room, the door nearly instantly closing behind him. Now it was just the two of you.

He could tell the exact moment when you noticed it was him by the widening of your own eyes. When his gaze met yours, he immediately stopped in his tracks.

“Rex ?” you ask in surprise, “What are you doing here ?”

“Well, I should ask you the same. What are you doing in my men’s barracks ?”

Anakin told you he needed to talk to you about something earlier, and to wait for him here, because it was more private than in the jedi’s quarters. You found it a bit weird, but it was Anakin after all, he was acting weird on a daily basis. But when you saw him standing on the doorstep with Rex, you quickly understood what he had tried to do here. Of course, you should have seen it coming, but you were too distracted to think much about it.

He took a few step toward you, slowly, like if he was afraid to scare you. You let him close the distance between you without a word, looking at him right the eyes. As he was getting closer, you slowly get up, making him halt again. You were now only a couple meters away.

You looked at each other for a few more seconds in silence, before you finally spoke.

“I guess that General Skywalker really wanted us to have that conversion, more than you, I suppose …” you answer with a lump in your throat.

You heard him sight heavily before lowering his head to stare at the concrete floor. You were doing your best to retain the tears starting to form in your eyes.

“Look” you start again with a trembling voice, “I don’t want to force you into anything, I just … I’m just trying to understand what’s going on, or what happen than I didn’t notice. I mean, I’ve been trying to talk to you for days, but every time you just … Avoided me … I’m not here to lecture you or to shame you, but, I just need you to talk to me …”

You were struggling to find your words, and the more and more you were trying, the more difficult it was. You felt like you weren’t able to explain what you were feeling. It was awfully frustrating and the tears were more and more difficult to hold back.

“Oh Kriff !” you finally snap, “I just need you to tell me what did I do to make you suddenly turn your back on me, because I just can’t understand whatever it is all about, and it makes me so sad that I can’t sleep at night because I can’t stop thinking about it ! So please, if you don’t want to talk to me anymore, I’ll get it, I won’t be trying anymore, because you mean so much to me that I just don’t want to ruin your life by just being here … If you suddenly decided to hate me, I’ll accept it, but, at least tell me why, show me what I’ve done, show me my mistake if I made one, but please, just … Just tell me the truth, please …”

You weren’t used to get that overwhelmed by your feelings, and you were trying your best to not sound as desperate and moved as you really were. The tone of your voice wasn’t even aggressive or angry, but you knew that despite all of your efforts, its quavering was betraying you.

As another heavy silence fell between you, you couldn’t take it anymore, and tears started to escape your eyes and roll down your cheeks. When he found the courage to look at you again, he noticed it immediately. The wall of indifference he had tried to build around himself for days to stay as far as possible from you started to slowly crumble down, and an expression of profound sadness and pain started to appear on his previously expressionless face.

“You didn’t do anything …” he whispers, “… The truth is … I stumbled upon something I wasn’t expecting to find on Saleucami ...”

“What do you mean ?” you ask in concern.

“I promised that I wasn’t gonna tell anyone about that, but … I’ve always trusted you more than anybody else so, I think that you have the right to know now …”

The whole thing seemed to become more and more mysterious, and your mind couldn’t help but try to anticipate what he could possibly reveal to you.

“That Twi’lek lady wasn’t alone on that farm, there was her husband too, and her two children …”

You already knew about the children. You furrowed your brows, not sure about where all of this was going to lead you.

“I’ve recognized her husband as soon as I heard his voice, for he had the same voice as mine, and the same face too … His husband was a clone, just like me, but a deserter one …”

You gasped at his words. You obviously weren’t expected that kind of things.

“I couldn’t believe it, and I have to admit that it gave some kind of big moral dilemma at first, because we’re not supposed to do that, we’re not supposed to turn our back on the army to live a civilian life, it’s not what we’ve been created for. It’s treason, and it should be punished … But then he told me about his story, and I started to understand him, to understand his choices, and I knew that I just couldn’t report him, because he deserved this life, and that would have been unfair to take that from him, from them …”

He stopped to take a deep breath as his voice was becoming weaker and filled with emotion.

“So, the truth is … that day on Saleucami, I didn’t just stay in a farmer barn waiting for Kix’s bacta patches to heal my wound, I discovered that the army was maybe not the only path for us to take, that maybe there was something else, something more to expect from life … And then, when I was here, sat at the table they invited me over, as I was looking at them, I couldn’t help but … I couldn’t help but see us, you, and me, far away from the war and the suffering, in a house made from our hands, peacefully living without the fear of dying on a battlefield anymore, watching over our children, building our own family …”

His forehead was contracted and tensed, it was clear that confessing all of this to you was hard for him. You could feel his struggle, and it broke your heart.

“I know that I shouldn’t say that …” he pursues, “ … But at this point I’ve realized that there’s no way I can keep this for myself anymore, I’m too far gone …”

You couldn’t say anything, you were stuck to his lips, listening religiously to him, dying to know what was going to be said next.

“I love you, (y/n), and I have been for a long time now. I’ve been trying to hide it as best as I can, and I thought that I was doing great with it. But since I met that family, a lot of things have changed in my mind. I know that I’m not acting like myself anymore, and I hate it … I just didn’t know how to react properly, I thought that putting some distance between us would have helped me process everything and be able to deal with those feeling like I’ve always done, but it became the exact contrary. It just made things worse, for both of us … I’ll probably be court-marshalled for this if it passed that door, but if you decided to report me, I’ll understand. I know it’s inappropriate, and it would be deserved … I don’t want you to hate me, but maybe it’s the best option I got, after all …”

“Why would I report you ? Why would I hate you ?” you mumble, his words hitting you hard.

“Because it’s clearly against every possible GAR’s regulations and protocols, against the jedi code, against my very purpose as a clone …“ he breathes out, his eyes slowly becoming watery too.

“I don’t care …” you cut him, your whole body shivering and your heart beating faster than ever.

“I don’t care ….” You repeat softly through your ragging breath, “… Because I love you too, Rex, and I don’t want the rules to tear me apart from you, ever …”

Tears were overflowing your face now, and you just got enough time to finish your sentence before a sob made your voice break. The shiver that was running down your spine turn to a violent shaking, and the only thing that you were able to do was to cover your face with both your hands in a desperate attempt to hide your pain. You felt like paralyzed, completely lost and doomed, you just couldn’t think properly anymore.

The man you were in love with just confessed his feelings to you, and you should be happy about it, but you knew it wasn’t that easy. You knew it wasn’t supposed to work that way in the particular context of a galactic war, even more in the light of your respectives roles and responsibilities.

For a moment, it seemed that time had stopped around you, until you felt two arms wrapping around you like a shield. You didn’t reacted at first, afraid that it could be your exhausted mind playing tricks on you. But then, you hear a familiar voice quietly whispering comforting words in your ear, and your heart skipped a beat when you realized that it wasn’t just in your head.

“Then we will not let them tear us apart, no matter what.”

All that he wanted was to make you feel safe now. Loosing you was frightening him more than anything, and as long as you were on his side, the rules weren’t as important as they seemed after all.

You slowly let your hand slip from your face to wrap your own arms around hid neck, pulling him as closer as you could.

“So, what are we supposed to do now ?” you ask when you had finally calm down and were able to speak again.

You felt his embrace around you loosen up a bit, just enough so he could move his head to face you. He looked at you for a moment, admiring you with glowing eyes. He face was closer from yours than it has ever been, and your bodies were so pressed against each other that you could feel his heart beating as fast as yours.

“We could try to keep it to ourselves until the end of the war … And when it will all be over, then maybe we could retire, and start a new life, together …” his voice was shy but full of hope.

“I know that I don’t want to share my life with anyone else but you, I don’t feel happy without you, I don’t feel human without you … So, you just have to tell me what you want, and I’ll do my best to offer it to you, I promise…”

Your eyes became teary again, but not from pain this time. It was tears of joy, for you could finally share what had been on your heart for so long, and most of all, you were realizing that these feelings were mutuals. You couldn’t resist it anymore, and without a warning, your lips came crashing against his in a long awaited and passionate kiss, to which he immediately answered, melting under that touch he had craved to feel so many times before.

When you parted, you were out of breath and seeing stars. You gently settled your forehead against his, both letting out a sigh of relief.

“All that I ever wanted was to be with you, so if it means that I’ll spend the rest of my life with you, I’m fine with keeping our relationship undercover until we don’t have to fight anymore, as long as we start building it right now.” You whisper back with a smile.

He chuckled fondly at your words, before planting another soft kiss on your lips.

“Of course, mesh’la, it wasn’t even an option.”

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Pas Quotidien

Pairing: Benedict Bridgeton x fem!reader, Anthony Bridgerton x fem!reader (past & implied), Modern AU.

Summary: Modern AU. At 4am all sorts of things can arise…

Warnings: 18+ smut, minors dni, oral sex (m to f), flirting, bit of sexual tension, spot of brotherly competition, allusion to threesome.

Word Count: 4.7 k

Authors note: It's the baker Benedict AU no one asked for! This all started because of a hilarious typo with a mutual, so this is dedicated to them, ironic given they don’t eat bread. Unbetaed. I’m sure this is riddled with baking inaccuracies. Everything I learned about bread, is from Bake Off. Also yeah I know it’s not remotely sanitary. They’ll disinfect when they are done. Listen it’s fic, just go with it. Also yes the title is a play on the bakery chain Le Pain Quotidien. Well done for spotting.

It’s 4 am, and the bakery shines like a cosy beacon on this rainy night—the pavement outside glittering in the raindrops and the windows steamed from baking inside.

You push open the jaunty-coloured wood-framed glass door, the little brass bell above it tinkling delightfully as you do so. A warm blast of air bathed in the scent of baked delights greets you, and it’s like a soothing embrace around your chilled body.

He looks up, surprised to see you, or indeed anyone, at this hour as he stands towards the back of the space behind a huge marble counter, kneading dough.

“Ben,” you greet, shucking your raincoat. His responding smile makes your stomach flip just a little. It really shouldn't; he's just an acquaintance.

“What in the hell are you doing here at… 4:13 am,” he queries good-natured, glancing at the wall clock.

“Passing by on my way home,” you grin; some decadent carbs seem like the perfect thing to round off your late girls' night out.

“I should bolt that damn door to stop drunken reprobates wandering into my shop before I open at seven,” he jibes lightly.

“Too late now, my friend,” you giggle and swipe a macaron from the display case, hopping up to sit on the serving counter.

“Oi! That’ll be two pounds, please. And stop dirtying my serving space, if you don’t mind,” he chides affectionately.

“I’ll get the Dettol out myself,” you shoot back, not moving, and he rolls his eyes, exasperated.

You groan as you take a bite of the macaron, which melts in your mouth, a sugary almond explosion with tart raspberry filling.

“Fuck me, that's so good,” your praise muffled around the treat.

“I'll take that as a compliment,” he chuckles and keeps kneading.

“You should. I’d marry this macaron; I’d have its bloody babies,” you declare, still slightly tipsy, finishing it with a second bite.

“But you just ate your husband,” his amiable laugh echoes on the pristine white subway-tiled walls.

“I'm a black widow baby,” you sing the line probably tunelessly, but he seems to enjoy it nonetheless.

“Dangerous,” he shoots back, and something in his crooked smile makes the room temperature creep a little higher.

“Maybe…” you simper and gesture for him to continue working, hopping down on the staff side and wandering closer.

Your eyes are drawn to him. Watching him work. A dusting of flour on his forearms, a streak on his cheek. A black apron, almost white with flour, over a fitted T-shirt. You try not to stare at his arms as they flex, but you mostly fail. Lots of kneading makes for very shapely arms, apparently.

“What are you making?” you inquire, genuinely interested.

“Pain de Campagne,” he supplies, the French accent dripping perfectly from his tongue. A sign of those months spent chez Paris at patisserie school. And definitely not remotely attractive, No, not at all.

“Looks like hard work,” you offer casually.

“Always worth it in the end,” he assures with a wink, an errant curl flopping onto his forehead as he pushes on the dough. Oh, that’s not helping.

“I couldn’t do that,” you proclaim.

“Yes, you could; it’s not difficult; it’s just a technique. I can teach you,” he shrugs.

“Haha,” you deadpan.

“I mean it. Apron’s hanging over there; the sink is there to wash up thoroughly,” he gestures around him.

“You’re joking.”

“Nope,” he responds, popping the ‘p’ rather obnoxiously.

“Fine,” you throw your hands up, deciding this could be fun. You’ve certainly never done baking at this time of night (or morning, depending on your perspective) before.

Washed and aproned up, you move closer, and he stops kneading to turn towards you.

“Well, you’ll need to remove your jewellery if you don’t want it ruined,” he laughs. “Also, roll up your sleeves. Then rewash your hands,” he lectures.

“Okay, okay, Mr Bossy,” you grouse.

There’s that rich chuckle again, the one that seems to slide down your spine like honey. Instead of dwelling on it, you do as asked, leaving your rings by the sink.

“That’s better,” he smiles as you return to his side, and your shoulder bumps his arm with a smirk.

Flouring up is his next instruction, and you do so, ensuring your hands and wrists are well powdered.

“Okay, so stand here,” he says, stepping back, and you slide into the spot he was just standing in. “Alright, now grab that dough,” he nods.

You do so, your finger sinking into it. It’s pillowy light.

“Oh my god, it’s so squishy!” you exclaim, and he can’t help his guffaw at your outburst.

“Yes, very apt. Squishy indeed. That’s the gluten; it’s what makes the bread rise,” and suddenly, he is standing right behind you.

Two arms encircle you and cover your hands. They are warm, dry with flour, and so large you can no longer see your own. You try not to stare at the map of veins stretched over tendons as they curl around yours, guiding your movements.

“Now the key is to stretch the dough out and really get it aerated,” his voice is calming and patient but so close to your ear like that is, well, slightly throwing you for a loop.

As he guides your hands through vigorous moves, you feel his forearms over yours and his elbows bracketing your body. It seems so, well, there’s no other word for it; it’s intimate. His chin almost rests on your shoulder as he walks you through the motions. Your biceps begin to ache as the work continues, and you have a newfound admiration for what it takes to run a successful little bakery like this. You can’t imagine getting up at 2 am and doing this every day. You also really understand his arms now.

“I think it’s there now,” he remarks quietly, stilling your movements, his words soft beside your ear. You can feel his body solid behind you, not quite touching but so close you can feel the heat radiating on the back of your knees and shoulder blades.

“Are you sure?” you check, and you’re honestly not sure what that question refers to.

“Mmm hmm,” he hums, and it feels like it vibrates through you.

“What comes next?” you don’t mean it to be a whisper, but it is.

“Second proving,” he answers, and somehow it sounds sexy. “It’s got to rise some more. Get even squishier,” he adds with a wry smile that you see out of the corner of your eye.

“Are you making fun of me, Mr Bridgerton?” you narrow your eyes and lean back against him as if giving him a slight body check.

That was a mistake. He seems to curl around you even more. Heat seeping through the thin layers between you, the air feels even more humid as a trickle of perspiration runs down from your hairline over your temple. You see his eyes track the movement sideways on.

“You've not done it right if you’re not just a little sweaty,” his voice pitched low, and suddenly it’s not the only part of your body that feels damp.

“Applicable to so many things,” you assert, unmistakable in your intent, rocking back just a fraction.

“Very true,” he opines. Then he guides your hands down onto the cold marble on either side of the large mass of dough. “This always cools me down,” he murmurs, his fingers sinking between yours and pressing onto the smooth surface.

“Delightfully refreshing,” you agree; your pulse is hammering as he seems to lean you further over the counter. The press of his body entirely wanted.

“Yes, it feels good on your skin,” he mumbles, and there is a flurry of movement as he expertly picks up the dough and throws it aside on the long wide surface. Then his hands are back on yours, leaning and pushing you forward until your elbow bends and your forearms rest on the cool marble.

“Is that helping?” He whispers, and now the message is blatant.

“I still feel too hot,” you reply softly, biting your lip and shooting him your best flirtatious sideways glance.

“Then we will have to get more of your skin on this surface,” he lectures, and the hands move from covering yours to your waist, where the apron strings are tied around your front. You stutter his name as he expertly plucks the bow open.

“Tell me to stop,” he goads as the strings fall away, tugging them from around your sides. You clamp down on your lip, not wanting to make a single noise in protest.

There is a gentle snag on the underside of your chin as he lifts the apron up and around your head, then lets it fall to the floor as he drags you back upright against his body. His name is on your lips again, breathy and anticipatory. Almost disbelieving this is happening.

“Lock. The. Door,” he rumbles, his breath hot in your ear. Each word is a sentence that sets something alight in your veins even as he steps away.

You scurry around the counter and bustle to the front door flicking the deadbolt. Behind, you hear him putting the dough into the large proving drawer and then the lights suddenly flick off, plunging the room into atmospheric shadows. All you can hear is the pitter-patter of rain on the street outside and the occasional swish of puddles under tyres as the odd car, mostly Ubers, drive by.

“Get back over here,” he growls, and your knees want to give way.

Are you really going to do this? Let this delicious man lay you out on his marble worktop and do whatever he wants. There’s a screaming chorus of ‘hell yes’ in your mind as you do your best to walk with a seductive swing in your hips silhouetted by the window behind you. He has taken off his apron and now stands in a fitted t-shirt and jeans. Even in this low light, he looks so good clothed you almost don’t care if you don’t see him naked. Almost.

You squeak slightly as large hands grab your waist and pull you into him roughly, looking at each other eye-to-eye for the first time. It’s quite breathtaking how beautiful he is this close up.

“We have 45 minutes until we can make loaves.” The almost pun is not lost on you. “How would you like to fill that time?” he buzzes.

“What do you suggest?” your voice cracks, slightly hypnotised by his stare.

A corner of tongue peaks out of his mouth, and you track it across his bottom lip, fascinated by the slick trail it leaves behind that glimmers in the streak of the streetlamp from outside.

“I suggest we cool your naked skin on this nice balmy surface and see what happens from there,” it's velvet soft and so rich you want to bathe in his voice.

“Okay…” you mutter, almost swaying now.

You watch large floury hands dust white trails onto your black shirt, popping each button. Your own breathing sounds too loud. Just as the last one relents, and your blouse hangs open a fraction, both hands move, cupping your jaw and tilting your head as his mouth descends. The slightly grainy texture of the flour on his fingertips against your skin adds a frisson.

The first brush of his lips on yours is electric. Tentative at first, it soon grows, heatedly mashing together in waves of intensity, mouths peaking open, and tongues touching. His hands move again, this time tugging your top from your shoulders and down your arms until it flutters to the ground. Just in your bra and jeans, you band your arms around his neck, sinking tighter into the embrace, revelling in the feel of those dusty hands sweeping down over the dip of your back. Your lips meet over and over.

He tastes of sweet baked goods - like almond croissants and madeleines - probably a batch he baked before you came in, and you sag against him wanting to swallow him and chase more.

“Ben…” you gasp into his mouth as a hand ventures inside the back of your jeans and grabs the bare flesh of your bottom.

“Get naked,” he commands softly “you feel entirely too overheated in all this clothing,” he teases.

You chuckle; it’s only jeans and underwear you have left at this point. But then, the bakery is very warm, and all that dough work was very athletic. You fumble with your button and zip as his hand kneads your bottom with that firm motion he used on the dough. It feels wonderful, his lips trailing down your neck, his other hand helping peel your jeans over your hips. They hit the floor, and then you are being lifted off the ground and placed onto the marble, the cold, smooth surface making you squeak as it touches your bottom.

“Feeling cooler already?” he asks, a lopsided grin tugging at his handsome face as his hands round your knees and drag them apart, stepping between, the metal fastener on the hip of his jeans catching the sensitive skin of your inner thigh.

You nod in response as he moves in for another fiery kiss, your mouths at the same height now. His fingers curl around the back of your knees, pulling your legs up and wide as your hands sink into his hair, loving the baritone noise he makes over your tongue as you pull lightly on the thick chestnut strands. Those large hands slowly make their way up your thighs, caressing your skin, warm powdery tips setting your skin afire. As you kiss, they slide around your hips and up your back, winding delicate patterns until they reach the clasp of your bra.

“You still seem too warm to me,” his tone velvet smooth, “better take this off just to be safe,” he adds seductively and expertly flicks the hooks undone. He gently pulls the straps off your shoulders, and you can't help but giggle over his lips as he raises an eyebrow and comically flicks the bra away. It sails into the air, landing god knows where.

“Much better,” he hums sensually, his lips back on yours, bodies pressed together, the slightly bobbled fibres of his top catching your nipples.

“Take this off,” you implore between kisses, tugging at his t-shirt. He smirks and half-steps back, whipping it off and throwing it to the floor.

“Baking does wonders for the body,” you sigh, trailing a finger down the divot between his defined abdominal muscles as he huffs a laugh at your statement.

Then there is no talking for a while as he takes your hand from his torso, kisses your knuckles chastely, then runs his tongue obscenely down to your fingertips, drawing all of them into his mouth as you stare wide-eyed, feeling the strength of suction on each digit, the lathe of his tongue. It's a blatant preview of what is to come, and you can’t stop your breath from becoming uneven.

Your fingers fall from his mouth with a wet smack, and he is leaning in, driving your whole back onto the cold marble; he grabs your feet and places them wide apart on the countertop, your toes curling over the edge.

He is staring down at you, a heavy gaze cataloguing everything from your kiss-dampened lips to your lacy underwear. With your legs spread so wide, you know he can see your arousal, can smell it in the air. The remnants of flour tickle your bottom as you curve your back upwards, looking at him entreatingly just to touch you somewhere, anywhere.

“Please, Ben…” you murmur, and a trace of a smile ghosts the corner of his mouth. He leans right over you but doesn't make contact, breathing warm air over your collarbone, down over your left nipple and across to your right, pebbling painfully at just the wisp of sensation.

“Are you feeling colder yet?” his voice is deadly, gravelly and dark, skittering over your ribs.

“No…,” you admit, “Im feeling much hotter.” Your body flushed with arousal and anticipation.

“Hmm, what a shame,” he offers in mock sympathy. “I think the only remedy may be to remove these….” you gasp as his hand covers your underwear, and it’s so large that, as his fingers hook into the top of the material, the heel of his palm bearing down onto your clit, which he grinds a little for good measure.

Before you know it, he tilts your hips and drags the knickers away from your body, down your legs. You now lay utterly naked, exposed and almost shivering with desire, the hot steamy air from the ovens contrasting wonderfully with the chilly marble under your back.

Now he runs his nose over your skin as he skirts lower, inhaling almost obscenely, scenting your body. There's no mistaking the aroma in the air now, and he seems feral for it, his pupils blown wide as he tilts his head to look up at you.

“Let hope you locked that door really well,” he banters and then you almost scream as he suddenly moves lower and ploughs his tongue roughly into your slit, groaning as he does so.

“Holy shit Ben,” you cry out and throw your head back; the only thing you can see now is the steamed window, upside down, rivulets of rainwater and condensation streaking like trails of golden thread under the yellow lamplight outside.

The prideful noise he makes at your expletive just ratchets you higher, and you know you are leaking onto his chin now. He sucks forcefully on your clit, his tongue rolling a wave that makes your toes curl harder around the counter edge and your fingernails scramble for purchase on the marble. You move one hand between your legs and grab his hair, scraping against his scalp, tugging, making him snarl.

Then it’s a heady swirl of sensation as he expertly transports your body and mind away from the frisson of fear about passersby seeing this debauched tableau, should they linger on the pavement outside. To somewhere routed purely in your body and the way he conducts it like a symphony with his lips and tongue, one arm banded strong around your thigh, the other spidering up to pinch and tease your nipple. You know the whimpering noises you make are echoing loudly up the walls, but you cannot stop yourself.

“Come for me,” he pants desperately; just as a long slender finger nudges you open and strokes gently inside you, you see stars.

“Don’t stop Ben, oh god, please, don’t stop,” you chant, feeling yourself spiralling higher, his tongue lathing at just the right rhythm to make your eyes roll back, just the right amount of suction to make your skin feel hot and tight, ready to burst.

He dangles you over the precipice for a few seconds, then, with an edge of his teeth, takes you over. Your body goes stiff, and he holds you down forcefully as you bear down against his face and writhe, staccato breathy cries echoing up the walls as you clench hard around his finger and blood pounds in your ears.

For a moment, you just lay there whimpering as he gently caresses your belly with gossamer fingers and delicately kisses your inner thighs.

“Fucking hell,” you exhale, “that was…” you trail off breathily, unable to form a sentence, and he huffs a warm bemused breath over your dewy skin. “Do you want to…” you almost feel sheepish offering sex for some reason.

“Oh no,” he chuckles darkly, “I’m just getting started here….” His mouth is back on you, making you whine loudly, overwrought and still fluttering from your orgasm.

“I can’t again….”

“Oh yes, you can,” he assures in a tone that is lethal.

You tilt to look down at his handsome face framed by your still quivering thighs when something makes your heart leap into your mouth.

“Brother, why on earth are the lights off?” an unmistakable voice rings out from behind the door into the kitchen area—Viscount Anthony Bridgerton, Benedict’s older brother, head of the family, CEO of Bridgerton Investments and very troublesome to your hormones. He must have entered via the back of the building.

Your head shoots up, but Benedict puts a finger over his lips, signalling you to stay quiet, so you do. The menace doesn’t stop teasing you, though—licking a long, slow, decadent swipe up your folds as you breathe heavily and swallow your moan.

“Stay here, don't move; I’ll get rid of him,” he whispers, jumping to his feet, and with a wink, he pulls on his t-shirt and is off.

You stare, incredulous, as he loosely hangs an apron around his neck to conceal a rather delicious-looking bulge in his jeans, then disappears through the kitchen door. Did he really just tell you to stay sprawled naked on his worktop?

“Brother,” Benedict’s greeting is muffled through the wall. “I was napping between proving rounds; hence the lights are off. What can I do for you?”

“I’m not staying, on my way to catch a flight, just dropping those keys we talked about,” Anthony replies as you lay stock still, too drowsy from bliss to do anything but take slow breaths. “I’ll just grab a croissant for breakfast and be on my way.….”

“No!” Benedict squeaks. “I’ve… I’ve run out!” he scrambles the lie.

“Please,” Anthony dismisses, “I know you run your bakery better than that. And I know they'll be warm; I can smell they came out of the oven less than an hour ago.”

“Ok fine, but I’ll get it for you,” Benedict rushes out, and it sounds like he’s trying to block the door, but it’s too late.

The kitchen door swings open, and Anthony is striding towards the display case, Benedict bustling behind him, trying to block the sight of you naked on the worktop across the room. Anthony doesn’t glance to the side yet, but you’re frozen. Your muscles just unable to move. The stupid part of your brain justifying in the dark, perhaps he won’t see you at all. It’s all happening so fast, and your heart is pounding again.

“Switch the bloody lights on, will you?” Anthony gripes and reaches for the switch. Suddenly the shop is all lit up. And you’ve lost your chance to hide—to run.

“Fuckkkkking hell!” Anthony cries as he spies you over Benedict’s shoulder, his attempt to shield you unsuccessful.

Suddenly your body is responsive, and you jump down and curl into a ball behind the worktop, mortified, before he can see your face, see it’s you.

“Is this what you are doing at 4 am?? Fucking on your workspace? And with all these bloody windows?!?” you hear Anthony exclaim, sounding shocked.

“No!” Benedict defends, “I’ve never done anything remotely like this before I….”

The fact he admits that makes something in your heart melt just a touch.

“It’s unsanitary, brother,” Anthony cuts in. “It could get you shut down if you’re found out,”

“I know that!” Benedict decries.

Still, you hide, pulling on your knickers and top, head still fuzzy from the mind-blowing orgasm. You cannot find your bra for the life of you; glancing up, you see it hanging on a blade of a ceiling fan. Fucking hell, Benedict. You know you can’t hide forever, and your mortification will only worsen the longer you pretend this isn’t happening. So you slowly stand up, already wincing.

“Y/n?!?” Anthony splutters, and you want the ground to swallow you up. You also don’t miss how his eyes drop to your nipples, poking obviously through your shirt without your bra, then, as they come into view, to your bare legs beneath the shirt.

This is awkward. So awkward. About eight months prior, you had a drunken but amazing quickie with Anthony, but since it’s just been flirty banter, assuming that’s where it would stay. Thinking it was just harmless fun. But as you see a flash in his eyes now, it looks an awful lot like jealousy as well as desire. Damn, it’s attractive.

“Anthony,” you nod, trying to appear nonchalant.

“You are fucking my brother?” he gusts, disbelieving.

“No,” you answer honestly.

“Well, what the hell is this then?”

“We… we hadn’t got that far yet,” you respond quietly, and Benedict looks agog at you.

“So this is the first time?” Anthony is grilling you as if his younger brother isn’t even there.

“Yes,” it’s timid.

“Why him?” Anthony growls, and something in your body is at war. You know he won’t ever hurt you, but seeing this man all physically riled up and bothered is, well, holy hell, it's hot.

“I like him,” you whisper.

“More than me?” he takes a step closer, and you see over his shoulder that Benedict tenses.

“I didn’t think there was anything between us”, you confess honestly. “Anthony, you've made no other move since that night months ago.”

“You had sex?!” Benedict splutters.

“Once,” you placate, meeting his eyes, “drunkenly.” It somehow feels essential to add that secondary detail.

Anthony scoffs, and you narrow your eyes at him.

“It’s not that you suddenly want me, is it? It’s that you don’t want him to have me, isn’t it?” you goad.

You know you’ve hit the nail on the head when Anthony goes for cutting. “I barely even remember it at this point,” he sniffs.

“Fine, then get out, so I can fuck him,” you challenge, nodding towards Benedict, intentionally using crude words to shock him, shock them both. Benedict’s face is a picture, but you also see traces of lust and victory. That perhaps you want him just as much, if not more.

You watch a vein throb in Anthony’s temple and know if he made a move to claim you in some stupid moment of male pride or familial one-upmanship, right now, you’d let him. Frankly, you’d let them both fuck you right here, and you’re not ashamed to admit it to yourself. You cross your arms defiantly, knowing your haphazardly thrown-on blouse frames your breasts.

“Don’t you have a flight to catch?” you retort.

Anthony takes a step closer, and the tension notches up, your chest heaving just a little more. You can’t look at him directly; you fix on a spot over his left shoulder. If you glanced over his right, you’d be caught in Benedict’s gaze, which also feels dangerous right now.

“Choose. Right now,” Anthony orders, low and slow.

You make a noise of derision, but he just stands there, raised eyebrow, hands flexing slightly at his side. You see, on the periphery of your vision, Benedict leaning in. Keen to know your response.

“Right now,” you exhale, “I’m choosing to leave.” You nettle, not appreciating being used as a power play on his little brother. But mostly, not wanting to admit you can’t answer that question.

You peek over at Benedict. “I’ll be back for my rings and my bra once you remove it from your damn ceiling,” you wink at him and enjoy the surprise on Anthony’s face as his eyes naturally shoot up.

Then you feel both of them watching you as you grab your jeans and shoes, stalking towards the coat rack and starting to dress to go out in the downpour.

“Okay, fine,” Anthony’s voice calls out in a loud sigh, “you don’t have to pick.”

You pause in the motions, turning back to them.

“What are you saying?” you frown.

He looks over at Benedict, and some kind of silent shorthand is exchanged.

“It’s a private jet; it can wait for me,” Anthony states with a killer look.

“Many hands make light work?” Benedict adds bewitchingly.

Are they really suggesting… both of them? Together? Their eyes are both hungry, and their faces are hopeful. The spike of want and triumph in your veins is almost breathtaking. The pile of clothes drops loudly from your hands to the wood floor.

“Okay. I’m listening…,” you enunciate slowly, a smirk growing on your face as you take a pace forward.

There are two very seductive smiles back at you.

This night is definitely ‘pas quotidien’.

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Peach blossoms and wolfsbane

Chapter 4

Tea roses

By Writer anon

So i messed up the timeline a bit this more colonial America era than Victorian my bad whoops. Also sorry for any mistakes or typos I type these out super duper fast haha.

The two women get to talking and the find themselves enamored with that one another have to say.”So judging by your accent you are not from around here?” Asked Spitzy “No miss I ain’t from these parts” answered Winona.”Where are you from then?” Asked Spitzy. “Southern Georgia.” Replied Winona. “Oh you from America?” Spitzy. Questioned. “Yes ma’am I am.” She said with a small grin. “I don’t suppose that changes your opinion of me” Winona asked. Spitzy shook her head “No It doesn’t though there isn’t much of an opinion to change since we barely know each other but I like what I do see and know though.” Spitzy stated Winona stood there for a second before breaking out into a big grin and lets out a little chuckle. “Is that so? Well I’m glad you like me.tell you what I’ll let you in on a little secret.” She leans in a bit close and whispers “I already like you too hun.” It’s at this point Spitzy notices Winona has some sharp chompers. And with that she goes red again ‘Oh God and here I thought she couldn’t be more attractive. She has fangs oh lord help me…’ she thought in her head. But then the woman spoke once more and what she said shook her to her core. “But I would like to get to know you more if you will have me milady.” With this Winona lent forward and gentle took Spitzy’s hand and kissed it. Spitzy at this point her cheeks now all sorts of rosy and red replied with a shy smile on her face “ I would love to.” Winona stood there in stunned silence for a second and then smiled “ Alright.” Replied Winona. “Hmm how about we play a game.” Said Spitzy. “Oh?” Inquired Winona. “What’s the game?” She asked. “ where we both ask each other questions and we answer them.” Answered Spitzy. “Sounds like it could be fun. Alrighty then what does the pretty lady wish to know?” Now spitzy obviously entertained the idea of unmasking her mystery person or even asking for a name but she thought it was too soon for either of those things’I don’t want this little game to end just yet.’ She thought. “So what exactly is your mask supposed to be? It’s sending mixed messages I can’t tell if its a dog or fox.” Asked Spitzy with a giggle she tried but failed to stifle with her hand. Winona slightly worn out by the question “It’s a coyote.” Winona said exasperatedly. Before she came to lay around in the corner of the room some folk did try to strike up a conversation and asked that very question… “Really? I would have never guessed.” Said Spitzy with a big laugh. Winona is no stranger to teasing and normally can’t stand it when Agatha teases her but for some reason she love its when this woman does it and is smiling like a fool. “So what is your supposed to be exactly then missy?” Asked Winona in a teasing tone with one brow raised. Spitzy paused in thought”you know I’m not sure I think it’s supposed to be a peacock?” Spitzy replied. They both turn to look at each other and snicker which then they both let out a laugh. Grinning at each other with something in both of their eyes that can’t quite make out just yet.

Night continues to burn away their little game kept going on with both parties wanting know more about one another. They both even shared some stories. Laughing and smiling all the way while the clock continues to tick the minutes away. While chatting they noticed that people were starting to dance around the ballroom. Winona thought to ask one last question. One that has been burning since about the moment they locked eyes. “I have one last question for you dear if you would be so kind.” Said Winona she looked a tad flushed and embarrassed looking away from Spitzy. Intrigued Spitzy raised a brow. the cowpoke recent shift in mood was noticed but she asked anyways “And what question would that be?” Winona was extremely nervous for once in her life this scared her for a multitude of reasons but she was hung up on one specific thing ‘I’ll just end up makin a fool of myself and of her if I ask her that’ Winona thought. “I was wondering if you would like to get outta here.”Winona said. ‘Coward’ Winona thought to herself. She chickened out but it was for the best she reasoned. Spitzy mouth opens up to let out a little quiet gasp. If her cheeks weren’t burning before they certainly were now. ‘Ah look what you did you fool.’ Thought Winona thinking once again that Spitzy Silence was a bad thing Spitzy finally snaps out of her thoughts and quickly said something that would make Winona’s heart soar “Yes.” Replied Spitzy a slightly frazzled but joyous expression. Winona tooth grin made an appearance again in that moment.

Winona held her arm out and leaned a little where Spitzy was standing “Shall we get outta here?” Winona asked. “Yes we shall.” Said Spitzy’s with a smile. As spitzy latched on her companion’s arm. Spitzy was pleasantly surprised that her coyote masked woman had some muscle to her. They both secretly dipped out the dance hall and headed towards the garden. “Could we stroll through the garden? It always looks lovely at night.”Spitzy asked. Winona simply nodded and they both headed into the garden. Winona didn’t recognize some of the plants except for one stood out to her the most. there in the distance she spots a peach tree. It only had a few full blossoms but it still a slight to behold. They stroll through the garden and enjoy each other company. “They are wonderful aren’t they.” Said Spitzy gesturing to the plants in the garden.” I hand picked themself. This place was just full of hedges and shrubs it was so boring.” She continued. “Yeah I like what you have done with the place. I’m seein all kinds of plants here like all these different colored tulips or these butterfly peas. I also see some Pheasant’s eyes...” Winona paused for a Moment due to Spitzy staring at her”Ah sorry didn’t mean to ramble there.” Winona said. “Ah no love you are quiet alright.” Said Spitzy. “I’m just surprised you know that is all. I think it’s smashing you know all of this.”Spitzy clarified. “Tell me what else do you know?”Asked Spitzy. Winona searched the back of her neck”Ah well I know each plant medicinal properties and even know flower language.” Answered Winona. “Flower language?” Spitzy questioned. Winona piped in and walked up to a bush of roses “it when each plant has a secret meaning like this tea rose it means always desire,always lovely and I will always remember. Some plants crane have multiple means which means you have to pair the right plant to Convey which meaning you want like you would want to pair a red rose with a tea rose if you want to say I’ll always desire you.”She said while holding the tea rose gently in her hand.” “And thats just the tip of the iceberg even the specific color the of the plant has a different meaning.’ Rambled Winona. She once again stops herself ‘But this stuff is probably borin ya to death.” Spitzy grabbed Winona’s hands and said “no not at all! I think it’s very interesting! I just never realized that plants can have meanings.” Explained Spitzy. Spitzy notices a purple flower hanging onto her mystery woman’s front pocket. “ what does this one mean?” Asked Spitzy. “Winona plucks the wolfsbane out of her pocket “this is wolfsbane it doesn’t have very pleasant meanings I’m afraid. It means mistrust,beware,and mistrust of people.” She said while looking at the wolfsbane in a somber tone how fitting that this was the plant stuck to her Winona thought.Then she noticed Spitzy’s Bellanona brooch and felt even more sadden ‘why wear such a sad plant is she unhappy?’

Spitzy noticing how somber the mood had gotten once again grabs both of her hands despite both parties wearing gloves.Dark leather gloves meets soft long fabric ones. This snaps Winona out of her thoughts and she gently squeezes back.Both of them realized how intimate this was and both recoiled a bit away from one another looking away and suddenly finding the ground more interesting to look at hands firmly at their sides. However the touch was not hated by both parties. They both look at each other again faces slightly pink and they both eventually give each other a small smile.

They continued to wonder around the garden talking and laughing all the way. Spitzy felt a small gust of wind and shivered her face slightly flush from the cold. Winona being the gentlewoman she is simply grabs her coat and gentle lay places her suit jacket on Spitzy’s shoulders. “wouldn’t want cha to catch your death out here.” Said Winona. Spitzy gently pulled the coat around herself now flushed for a different reason. ‘It smells nice and it’s warm.’ Thought Spitzy. She nestled even further in the coat enjoying its warmth and it’s scent of pine and fresh rain with a hint of citrus. They both eventually find a bench and decided to sit down for bit. Winona wants to put her hand on Spitzy’s but is one again hesitating. Spitzy noticed Winona’s hand moved towards hers but then it quickly moved back to resting on the bench. Spitzy couldn’t help but feel a tad disappointed. Winona noticing the slight shift in mood decided to hell with it and inched her hand next to Spitzy’s. Winona gently wrapped one her fingers around Spitzy’s,then Winona grasps another finger,andanother eventually they finally slide their hands into place. They are now holding hands. Spitzy happy with Winona’s small token of affection but not satisfied with it moved closer. She scooted close enough where they were shoulder to shoulder and Spitzy leaned on the cowpoke once again but this time on purpose. She nestled in near Winona’s neck. Meanwhile Winona’s face was a mixture of being stunned and of joy. She didn’t know either to have a gay panic attack or to be happy so she chose the second option. She had a small blush in her cheeks and moved her head so Spitzy had some room.Spitzy took advantage of the new space and nestled in. The two sat in silence looking up at the stars enjoying each other’s company. Spitzy tracing shapes on Winona’s chest and Winona gently doing the same but on Spitzy’s hand. They lovingly started at one another. The whole night the two spent together getting to know each other and spent such a wonderful evening Winona feeling content rests her head on top of Spitzy’s.

The clock chimed another hour has passed.Winona checked her pocket watch 11:20pm she remembered that there was supposed a final dance or something of the sort. Spitzy who was lightly dozing on Winona shoulder woke up with a start when she hear the clock chime 3 times. She was confused about her surroundings at first but quickly remembered that she was with the masked woman that she met at the ball. Then Spitzy realized ‘wait how much time had passed I had such a great evening that I lost track of time.’ She thought to herself “ wait what time is it?!” She said. Winona noticed she looked frazzled and calmly explained”it’s 11:20pm why? Do you got somewhere to be?” Winona asked. Spitzy frantic at this point said”Yes! I was supposed to dance with my fiancé for the final dance but if I’m late he’ll…” Spitzy tears up a little bit she holds crumbled to the ground and her head in the hands trying to keep calm. She hated her fiancé but she didn’t want to disciplined by him again. Seeing this reaction breaks Winona’s heart for several reasons but 3 reasons stick out the most. Reason one a woman like her feathered companion shouldn’t be crying,two she has a fiancé she sorta forgot that the woman she was talking to is taken,and three she was hurting and bit fearful just what exactly did this scum do to her to make her react this way i outta beat the livin shit out of him Winona thought. Winona kneeled down and gently moved her hands away and tilted her chin up to look at her. She held Spitzy’s cheek and wiped some of her tears away saying “it’s ok darlin.” Spitzy hugs her. Winona hesitated but reciprocated the hug. “I gotcha it’s gonna be alright.” She said soothingly. Winona eventually get up and wipe any dirt off of herself. “Sorry I just really don’t want to deal with my fiancé right now or ever really.” Spitzy said. Winona once again left her heart break and fill a little bit more anger to this woman’s fiancé. “Let me deal with him then if he tries to give you grief.” Said Winona.Winona held out her hand and had the most sincere smile and look that Spitzy had ever seen.Spitzy sniffled and gave a small smile and grabbed Winona’s hand. The southern woman not realizing her own strength hoisted her straight into her chest. Out of panic of accidentally falling over both of them latched on to each other Spitzy realized she is a bit pinned to the southern woman’s chest but didn’t mind because of how gorgeous the woman was and how strong she was. Granted Spitzy didn’t weigh that much nor was she tall but the woman effortlessly hoisted her up like she was a paper weight.Before Spitzy could enjoy the close proximity Winona let her go and asked if she was alright. Spitzy snapped out of her daze and simply nodded. Spitzy dusts herself off and Winona offers her arm once more and the pair slowly head back to the dance hall.

Once they are at the dance hall Winona notices Spitzy looks around and let’s out a huge sigh her fiancé is not here ‘probably busy being in another woman’s sheets.’ Spitzy thought to herself. Spitzy once again notices The coyote masked woman’s mood shift from watching everyone dance. Spitzy looks away trying to figure out what to say to break the silence. Winona was gonna try and say something when Suddenly Agatha who is a little drunk bumped into her and whispered “go get her tiger” while dancing with some small what looked like to a wet cat of a person. Winona once again almost falls into her feathered companion but instead of bumping into her she catches herself and is now standing closer to Spitzy. ‘Aw what the hell what do I got to lose she thought to herself. Winona inhales a big gulp of air and was about to speak .” Would you do me the honor of dancing with me?”This was the question she was afraid to ask however she wasn’t the one asking it was Spitzy. “I would love to but…” “but what?” Asked Spitzy “I can’t dance very well I wouldn’t want to embarrass you.” Said Winona. Spitzy wasn’t having it and so she yanked the southern woman down to her level using her suspenders and whispered “that’s alright love just follow my lead.” She said with a smile. Winona still hunched over gulped and nodded. “Good puppy.” Said Spitzy. They both make their way to dance floor.They both take a little curtsy bow to each other and Spitzy takes the lead. They danced and danced together it taking all Winona’s focus not to muck it up. Then from the railing the duke finally emerges from where he has been and seen his fiancée dancing with someone else?! He knew better than to make a scene besides it was just a dance he had “other” Important things to do. Those other things being the two women in his sheets.With that he slinked off to where he came from.The dance ends and the party is slowly winding down they both give a look to each other and Winona feeling a pair of eyes on them for second looked up to see what she thinks is the duke but his back is already turned to leave. She decided to have one more little moment with her companion before departing. She leans in asks”let’s get outta here again?” Spitzy giggled and yes once more.

They exit the dance hall and head to the garden where they were giggling at each other as they were walking. Spitzy hasn’t been this happy in ages she doesn’t want this night to end and she know her coyote masked woman doesn’t want it to end either. So Spitzy decided to ask one last question. “I would like to know who is under the mask would you be so kind?” Asked Spitzy. As she extends her hands to grab the mask. Winona panicked she couldn’t have her know at least not yet. But just before she could say anything. Pomni came running out she was out of breath and had what looked like a lipstick stains on her neck. “Pomni! What are you doing here also what is on your neck?” Spitzy asked. Pomni squeaks at that and covers her neck.”I’m so sorry to interrupt my lady but The duke is looking for you.” Said Pomni. Spitzy frowns at this ‘there goes my good mood what in the bloody hell does he want?’ She thought to herself. Before Winona could say anything Agatha appeared again behind Spitzy near the entrance of the garden motioning for her to wrap it up and to meet her at the front. Winona nods and says”looks like we both have to go…” Winona stated in a sad tone.Spitzy looked at her coyote companion and asked while holding her hands “ will I ever see you again?” Winona paused she didn’t want whatever this is to end she was in too deep”yes you will” Winona replied in her soothing voice. “Keep my coat it will be even more incentive for me to come back plus it’s cold out wouldn’t want cha to get sick now.” she said with a smile. That smile made Spitzy all fuzzy inside. “I was enchanting to meet you darlin.” Winona said while kissing Spitzy’s knuckle and then palm then Winona started walking towards the front of the manor. If Spitzy’s heart and face wasn’t set a blaze now it most certainly was she was s. While Winona walking away Spitzy shouted” I never caught your name!” Winona walked passed the tea rose bush and then let out a hardy laugh. She picked one of the tea roses and then turn around to face spitzy by using her heels. “I never threw it!” Said Winona. Then she tossed the rose at Spitzy who catches is it while her mouth is slightly a gape. Winona winked at her then turned around and walked away. Even pomni’s face was flushed with a hand over her mouth. Both of them eventually shake off the wonderstruck feeling off or at least Pomni does “Who was that?” Pomni asked with a light blush still present on her cheeks. Spitzy held the rose up and smiled” no,but hopefully I’ll find out soon.” Said Spitzy “Come on then my dunce of a fiancé will come stomping around looking for us and I have to stash this coat before he sees me with it. Would you be a dear and take it up for me.”Said Spitzy “Yes of course my lady” said pomni gently she took the coat of her shoulders and went back inside the manor. Spitzy stared up at the sky and then down at the rose and smiled. “Till we meet again puppy.” She thought to herself. She grinned all the way back inside the manor.

Winona wasn’t fairing much better she was grinning like mad and was happy as can be.’I have to thank Agatha for both the night off and for dragging me out here.” She couldn’t stop grinning for the rest of the night ‘Hopefully we we will meet again soon’ they both thought to themselves

End of chapter 4

Flowers meanings

Butterfly peas: Feminine power

Tulips:depending on the color they can have all kinds of meanings

Pheasant’s eye:painful memories,recollection of life pleasures

Tea rose: Always lovely,desire,I’ll remember you

Belladonna: falsehoods,hush,loneliness,silence,warning

Wolfsbane:beware,mistrust in people, protection,chivalry

Ok so I picked butterfly peas cuz they are very pretty and the scientific name was funny. Tulips are surprisingly very romantic plants and very once again just very pretty. Pheasant’s eye also known as Adonis was picked since I imagined the manor that Spitzy is stuck in is not very pleasant and doesn’t have great memories of being there. Lastly tea rose since once again romantic but also felt like this was the best flower looks wise and meaning wise to use for this chapter

Music inspo:Love song(for the night) by Rosie Cerquone,Florence soundtrack by Kevin Pekin, and Venus by Sleeping at Last

Author note: Hello! Hi! This honestly was one of my favorite chapters to write and chapter five is coming soon as always please let me know what you think Spitzy! also yes you do kiss southern anon by pulling her suspenders but thats for a later chapter *Wink* also also some fang stuff maybe???? Anyways I hope you enjoyed this one was a doozy! Thank you again for reading!

From,

Writer anon

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halt-kun · 4 months

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My Hero Academia Chapter 413 - Lump of coal

Well my computer is down for now, I'll have to bring it to a reparator or reset windows on it (it wasn't able to boot after an update, I don't know what microsoft has been doing lately but not good)

Anyway I'm doing this from my work computer haha, after that I'll just continue writing my first scientific paper (PhD student in evolutionary biology for those who didn't know) (I needed a break)

(I'm begining to sound like some AO3 writer coming back to their fic)

Okay so their plan is still to emulate Stars and Stripes

well that's risky and could go way off course but at the same time it doesn't require a body

WHAT ? They want to go there and save Shigaraki child form

How did this knowledge come to All Might ?

He is not in AFO

Did he get the message from AFO ? How ? Maybe from OFA but also HOW ?

Maybe because they connected back when AFO tried to steal OFA

Okay so a part of Stars and Stripes is still alive and found a child very deep, Shigaraki thought of it, it got passed to OFA and then to All Might I guess

or Maybe Stars and Stripes managed to connect directly to OFA, she's quite the hero after all but it's still a bit weird

Anyway she did connect through somehow

She's an hero on par with All Might and Deku, searching for a child to save even while dead and it's the last thing that should be on her mind. But she found it

Okay so now OFA and AFO can communicate so it might have been established in the last few touches of their skirmish

Poor Deku, he might lose his quirk, something he strived for for so long

YAGI FOUND A CRACK ?????

So he went in AFO TOO ????

ME AND THE BITCHES PULLING UP :

"WE'RE GONNA FIX YOU SO BAD, YOUR MIND WILL COLLAPSE"

let's give a sip of the tea, not the whole cup then

Well the real tea is that the first three users were a trouple inside OFA

OH NO BAD, don't destroy your consciousness for a test,

Well the smork (I'll leave that typo in, it's accurate) quirk is indeed the least useful, thanks for agreeing with me 6th user but it doesn't mean you need to die

Really this quirk is filled with people with hero complex

"NOT LET ME DIE FIRST, NO LET ME"

I'm not really sure Deku could survive AFO + gearshift without danger sense though

Poor boy, HUG HIM

he's afraid to be powerless again, unable to save

but he'll do it, because he has someone to save

LET'S GOOOOOO

Also the First really out here confessing his undying love

OoooOOOOoooo

Huge Ken Kaneki vibes

HE'S MY BOY AND HE'S A HERO

I doubt anyone would need to be saved by this form Shigaraki

That's the kind of hero that will save you

AND BREAK! Well I'll have JJK next week anyway and hopefully a fixed computer

#mha 413 #mha liveblog #mha spoiler #mha manga

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asakiooi · 1 year

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Overtime - Diner Date at 7pm | Josiah X GN! Reader

Haha remember when I had this idea months ago and never touched it again? Well I finally gathered enough motivation to finish this. Here’s to the people who waited and never got this. (A/n: reader doesn’t drive. Sorry I don’t drive.)

Sorry for the typo and grammar mistakes. (Proofread a couple times but if things don’t make sense I didn’t do it enough.)

TW/cw: Slight mention of puke and rudeness

It was darkening outside when you had walked out of the building. With winter days shortening, the sky darkened much more quicker than before which left you to work with crumbs of sunlight everyday. This side effect led you to change every bit of your schedule top to bottom to make it work out for you since life as an adult was taxing. But you weren’t here to complain about time. Josiah, your coworker… invited you out for a nice time at a diner place. You’ve already arrived at the location but he wasn’t here yet. You assumed since he invited you out and went ahead first he’d be here already, but when you walked towards the door and entered the diner you couldn’t find his signature hat anywhere. You saw a couple of people, some who looked like they were beginning to leave and some who looked like they just started their night. Instead of leaving and calling him to see what was up, you sat down at a table for two and shot him a text letting him know you were already at the diner.

It had only been a few minutes since that text and just as you were getting bored a ding was heard from the door. You turned your head around and saw Josiah, letting out a sigh of relief that he made it to the diner. He quickly saw you and made his way towards your table, setting down his phone and wallet when he reached it. “Hey, sorry for making you wait. I forgot something at the building and made a quick run back. Shoulda told you first.” He said while rubbing his neck. You looked at him up and down observantly. He looked rugged, a bit sweaty and out of breath, evidenced that he did run for awhile. “Don’t worry about it, I just arrived here recently too.” You said to him. “Though… I should have ran into you when you came back to the building. I don’t think I was that far from it when you remembered, the diner is only a couple blocks away. Did you take another path?“ you added.

He chuckled and quickly replied “Nah, you probably didn’t see me.” Josiah relaxed and slouched his face against his palm. “Didn’t you say you had bad eyesight? Coulda mistaken me as some other dude.” He said to you while snickering. A smirk appeared on your face “Oh yeah? That makes you just as bad as me then.” He raised an eyebrow. “You could of came up to me and let me know you were gonna go back.” You continued. “Maaaybe I was just too busy to get my stuff back, duh.” He teased. You rolled your eyes until it reached the back your head. “Whatever man! We’re here now, let’s order.” You exasperated. You grabbed the menu that was set on your table earlier and began looking through the lists. Josiah followed after you. Burgers, eggs, deserts, to your surprise they even served late breakfast here. “Hey, look!” Josiah poked. You looked up and saw he was pointing to a listed number that read ‘Pet food servings’. You snorted and quickly covered your mouth to stop yourself from laughing. Hiccups and giggles escaped from you anyways.

Your memories began replaying what happened earlier today. Your other co worker Derek, had eaten dog food. You knew because you saw it firsthand yourself. Oh so gullible Derek… you felt real bad when you pointed it out to him. You explicitly remembered when his eyes bulged out from his face, you didn’t know whether to laugh or cringe in that moment. You told this story to Josiah and he couldn’t stop making fun of him while making you laugh at his stupid jokes. You really didn’t want to laugh at Derek because he was genuinely clumsy like that, but man. A part of you wonders why he wasn’t able to detect the distinctiveness of the canned food. Josiah amped his jokes up even more when you started to join him. Before you could continue reveling, a light shake on the table brought you back to the present.

“Should I order some to give to Derek later? Naaah, that’d be too mean right?” He said while laughing, showing a bit of fang. “Welll… he wouldn’t be able to figure it out anyways if I just put it in a takeout box.” He added. “Stop- stop man…” You stopped to hold yourself. “H-ha ha! Cruel! You- you’re an asshole!” You managed to get out while laughing. He laughed with you with shiny eyes. You didn’t notice that he was about to grab your hand but it was abruptly interrupted when the waitress came over to your table. “What can I get for you two?“ she asked in a exhausted manner. Oops, you didn’t have enough time to look through the menu. You remember skimming through the burger section and settled for that. Not wanting to waste time for the waitress, you replied “A burger with fries. Extra ketchup please.” She noted it down and looked expectantly to Josiah. “I’ll get a burger too” he said blankly. “With fries?“ she said while sighing and he shook his head. After writing down his order, she walked back into the kitchen.

You opened your mouth to say something but then a group of people stumbled into the diner with loud booming voices, drunkenly yelling and singing. From the way they looked, they probably came back from a party. They sat near a bigger table, which was unfortunately next to yours. The quiet night that was supposed to belong to you and Josiah was lost. You sighed and did you best to avoid looking them while Josiah simply raised his posture. “So what happened with your manager this morning? Didn’t look so good.” You asked him to get some conversation going. “Ah, yeah.” He sighed. “I clocked in early this morning to get shit done but uh, night shift security fucked up the closet last night. Manager walked in saw me, thought I was the culprit.” He said while giving a sour look. “Course he yelled at me for the shit I didn’t do at all. But you know I don’t care about that stuff. Nothing bad happened, so don’t worry about it” He finished. You were confused. “Night shift security? You mean that buff obnoxious guy? Don’t tell me you’ve been fighting with him.” You asked sternly. “Hah, nah. I act the same as usual. You know me. Don’t need to talk to anyone except you.” He stated. Your eyes widened at that, though as quick as it came you immediately recovered your gaze.

“Oh…” was all you mustered out. What Josiah said just now, you couldn’t deny. He never talked to anyone else. His entire schedule revolved around you. In the mornings he’d greet you especially and went back to whatever he was doing. During lunch, he went to your floor and hung out with you for an ungodly amount of time. He’d talk to you about anything and everything as long as you were talking too. When it was time to clock out, he’d clock out with you, not caring about what his manager had to say. He’d walk you home or would ride the bus with you. To watch out for you as he said. He gets away with it, as he does with many other things. Perhaps they don’t care anymore. But you never minded his behaviors. He was your friend after all.

You remembered when you started working at Ossoteq, Josiah was one of the people you expected to never get along with. His distant behavior was enough to call it quits on him. Somehow though, you don’t remember exactly, he made his way into your circle. As he says, it’s not important about how you met him personally, how you ran into him despite being in different occupations, how you both started talking, it wasn’t important because of how close you two were right now. You couldn’t rely on your memories because they were hazed, but you trusted him, because he was always there for you. You believed him with no faults. And you think, it’s because he relies on you the way you rely on him. At least that’s what you think.

You snap back into reality after realizing you’ve pondered for too long and looked at Josiah. He stares at you with an unknown emotion, taking in all of your features in silence. Flustered, you averted your eyes and apologized for spacing out. Just as you were getting more and more embarrassed, the waitress came back with your food. She sets them down respectively and leaves. You gawk at food and take delight in its smell. It looked delicious and juicy from the way the tomato and lettuce were arranged. “Your eyes are bulging right now, cmon, take a bite. You won’t regret it.” He chuckles. You look at him and back at your plate, carefully grabbing the burger and raising it to your mouth. Your first bite in brings a twinge of spice on your tongue, you go in for the second, third, and fourth. You don’t notice the way he smiles at your beaming face.

Your fingers began to grab at your fries only to find Josiah already putting some on his plate. “Hey! If you wanted some why didn’t you order it?” You huffed with a stuffed mouth. “Yours just look so good. Couldn’t help myself.” He said, not stopping his actions. Though he started to take the smaller chips instead. You roll your eyes and quickly grab as much fries as you can and shove them into your mouth before he takes them all. He laughs at your display playfully and silently takes a photo of you to show you after. It’d make good blackmail for you to stay up with him at late night arcades, he thinks. He looks at the table and realizes that there are no drinks and waves down the waitress for two colas.

While Josiah finishes ordering, you devour your meal peacefully. A small piece of paper lightly hits your head. You look to your right and find the group from earlier making a mess. Straws were strewn about, napkins on the floor and puke under the table. A girl from their table spills her drink and only glances at it before talking to her group again. You gagged and looked away in disgust. You grimaced and began to feel uncomfortable from your surroundings. Your senses felt overloaded and you didn’t feel like eating anymore. A sigh that was a bit louder than it should’ve been escaped your lips and it became a mistake.

“Heeeey, are we annoying you or something?“ a boy said to you sarcastically. You ignored him and continued with your golden fries. Man they were good. “Hey. Fuckin respond.” He demanded. You wondered when your drink was coming in. “Hey-“ and his voice was abruptly stopped. You thought, finally. Curiously, your eyes looked to them without moving your head. A much more sober looking girl was whispering to the boy. He looks at your table then widens his eyes. His attention shifts back to his group, then he looks at his hands. He gets up with frustration and goes up to the diner counters. You decided that was enough and looked at Josiah, who already had his eyes on you again. “You alright? We can go, if you want.” He asks softly enough for you to hear. You shake your head “Let’s wait for the drinks first.”

You pondered again. The silence was awkward now, since the place was still being occupied by drunk people. You started again. “The uh, company party is pretty close now. You gonna go?” You hesitantly asked. He’s taken aback by the question and sighs. He rests his body against the chair. “… Maybe if you go. Don’t have much to do there. I’ll snag a couple drinks.” He replies blankly. He was right, there wasn’t much to do there. Most came to the party for face. But for someone normal like you, it was like any another other event. “Mm, maybe not actually. I’ll find something to do on that day.” You say instead. He looks like he wants to say something but doesn’t. Instead, he gets up from the table and heads for the counters. You sit and close your eyes. Taking a few breaths, you feel a cold air brush against you. Noting the signature smell, you could already tell it was Josiah.

You open your eyes and look up. Josiah half smiles at you with the drinks in his hands and raises his right eyebrow, making a gesture at the door. You get up from the table and take your drink from his cold hands. It was still icy and wet. As you make your way towards the door Josiah makes an Oh sound. “I gotta uh, use the bathroom real quick. Can you hold this for a sec?” He asks awkwardly. You grab his drink while nodding and head outside to wait for him.

The cold air hits you instantly. The sky was already pitch black and the street lamps were lit, lighting up the sidewalk. As you wait, a few cars pass. Your hands begin to freeze and as your back shudders a familiar ding sounds. You look towards the entrance doors and see Josiah making his way towards you. As he’s walking to you, you can’t help but notice his jacket looks a bit soaked at the ends. He does a light smile and takes his drink out from your hands. “You look like you’re gonna die in this weather.” He says softly. His eyes are glued onto you, glazed and half lidded. “Mhm… might as well.” You reply while putting your empty hand into your pocket. “…Gonna walk me home, Jo?” You ask teasingly. He quickly rushes ahead of you, making sure his face is turned away. “Fuck, don’t say that.” He replies, already a few feet away from you, though you could tell he was smiling. “Heeey, don’t leave me!” You yell after him. “Then hurry up. Don’t have all night!” He yells back.

You catch up to him and give a small huff.

“…Unless uh, you got time. I could spend a couple more hours with you.” Josiah says.

• • •

While you walk through the dimly lit streets with Josiah, you hear faint and quiet sirens behind you. Before you can look back, Josiah grabs your arm and pushes you against him.

“Woah, watch out. There’s a big branch there, dummy.” He tells you. You look at his face, he distantly smiles sweetly at you.

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countessqin · 1 year

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Some voicelines of our dear Y/n as a playable character of Honkai Star Rail!

Character : Himeko x fem!reader, Welt x fem!reader, Dan Heng x fem!reader and March 7th x fem!reader (all platonic, astral-express family binding time!)

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[Author Note]

The second thing I wanted to write, because Astral-Express Family supremacy, hahaha. I really like idea of them being like 1 big family, like it so cute!

I tried to do it the way it's done in game and in the way I wrote the first one. Some things are purely my headcanons, and my impressions of the characters (I love them all).

My apologies for the mistakes and typos if there are any! Hope you enjoyed and thank you for reading!

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Small intro:

- Name: Y/n

- Age: ???

- Occupation: Trailblazer, "Star-traveler"

- Status: ???

- Path: [choose any you want]

- Element: [choose any you want]

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[First meeting]

- Hello there! Are you new passenger about which Pom-pom was talking about? Aah I see. My name is Y/n, nice to meet you! Hope you will enjoy your trailblazing experience!

[Greetings]

- Oh hi! How is your day? I baked some cupcakes, you can find them in our kitchen! Please, after you try them, give me a feedback, an honest one! I want to improve my skills, thank you!

[Parting]

- Oh it's sooo late, go get some sleep! Don't forget, me, you and Dan Heng promised March to go with her on shopping spree!

[Chat: Trailblazer's experience]

- Hm? Well, it is both exiting and kind of spooky. Exciting because you find something new for yourself, meet new people, make new friends and so on. And spooky, well, sometimes there is a lot of unknown hence you don't know what to expect...

[About herself: hobbies]

- I wouldn't say I have a variety of hobbies, I like adventures and cooking! Every time when we visit new planets, I learn some local recipes, if you have any favorite food, both sweets, bakery or just food, tell me, I will try my best to make them!

[About herself: hometown]

- My hometown? Oh it's the most prettiest place in the whole universe! If we will stop by, I'll definitely show you, Himeko, Welt, Dan Heng, March and Pom-pom my hometown, and I will introduce you all to my family!

[About March 7th]

- Oh March is just amazing, she is super kind and positive, I remember once I lost an important thing of mine and she was helping me to find it! What it was? Oh my earrings that are my family heirloom. Don't worry, we found them! Where? Oh...ehrm...well they were lying in my jewelry box... haha'

[About Dan Heng]

- He may be seen as cold person, but it's not the truth! He is very attentive to details and I'll tell you, but promise to keep it a secret, or else... we both will be doomed, he is good at writing poems, once I found one in the book he lend me.

[About Himeko]

- Himeko is like an older sister for me, but sometimes she is more like a mother... now to think of it she does remind me of my mother... loves coffee, looks after us, scolds us if we did end up in some...interesting situations.

[About Welt]

- Mr. Yang? He is very knowledgeable man. If you have troubles with something, or don't understand something, ask him, he will gladly answer you! Hm? No-no he is not like old man who reads newspapers and nag youngsters!

[About Pom-pom]

- Pom-pom, they...they are very cute! When you are on adventure somewhere in universe, don't forget to bring them souvenirs, they have a whole collection with different things from different planets.

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#honkai star rail #hsr #honkai star rail himeko #honkai star rail march 7th #honkai star rail welt #honkai star rail dan heng #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #qin's stories~

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willowmckinley · 7 months

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For the ask game... 22

Thank you, Justie.

22. describe your writing process from scratch to finish.

Oh, what a doozy! But a fun one, haha. Typically it starts with an image in my head, usually a concept or a scene. Take, for example, "The Opposite Of." That started as the idea "RaylanxBoyd" if Boyd had left Harlan with Raylan.

I open a word document and take as many notes for the idea as I can, problem solving/working out plot as I can. I jot down some scenes I want to write or might fit well with the story.

Then I start with one scene and take it as far as I can. For "The Opposite Of" the first scene, I think, was their stupid little wedding in front of that stupid little gazebo that I'm obsessed with. So I write as much of that scene as I can, then go back and write what kind of scenarios or events would lead up to it.

After, I write out the next scene. I like to write in chronological order, because often I don't know what will happen until I know what causes it to happen, trying to focus on "if, then" for a lot of my plotting. I try to write transitions as they come up, because they help me figure out what flow and pacing I want, and I've discovered transitions really help with that.

I edit as I write, meaning I like to really craft sentences as I put them to page, saving less editing for later. If a sentence or word or detail is really catching me, I'll make a note of it to come back to, but I prefer to instead work on another fic if I really get caught by a scene or a character motivation.

When I do get caught, I set it aside, and usually go over the scene or character motivation before bed. I have really bad insomnia anyway, so it helps me to have something to focus on so I don't drive myself crazy, haha. Plus, without the pressure of turning ideas into sentences, I usually figure it out, even if it takes me a few nights of this, working on other stories in the meantime.

I will switch between scenes if one catches my attention, but I try to finish whole thoughts before moving on, making notes of other ideas and plots and themes to put in my fic.

By now, the fic is really shaping up to be something. At this point, I'm reviewing for themes and continuity. I go back to earlier paragraphs and see if I can add any good foreshadowing or narrative through-lines. I see if anything I wrote by now has answered a question posed in another scene, whether for me or for the reader.

Finally, I do my last edits. Now is the time to catch typos, missing words, incomplete sentences, and awkwardness. If I'm lucky, I'll have a chance to myself to read it aloud to see if it sounds natural. If I don't, I usually post without it, haha.

Then, I read my fic on AO3, and catch even more mistakes, haha.

I think that's it? I really am happy to have found a writing system that works for me, haha.

#justie games #the opposite of

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kavaeroexe · 2 years

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care to drop some hcs (or a drabble) for mei fu hua and kiana all turning into children bc of some lab accident and the reader is basically just this tired classmate that has to take care of all of them until they turn back to normal?

Sorry if this req seems too long and specific :,)

alright, sorry if i’m late since i need to take some break from tumblr but now i’m back! and no need to say sorry about it since i absolutely loves your idea!!

warning : typos, bad grammar

attention! please do not try to repost my works, i only post my works on tumblr, if anyone see someone stole my works please inform me through the comments, tag me in the works, or message me!

oh. My. God.

now look at you, holding your first cup of coffee in the morning just to see Himeko struggling with Mei, Kiana and Hua become as a kid, alright as a Valkyrie you take it easy if something weird happened, someone’s got a stand like from JOJO anime, or people got a mechanic hands, or people that could only cook bitter melon, but Kiana the bratty become a kids? ok actually its not that bad if its just- Kiana.. but how you supposed to take care of kids if Mei dan Hua that is the responsible and skillful one, become a child too!?

So you and Himeko sat on the sofa, looking at the little one’s so pure and playful, Kiana getting tamed with fried chicken, Mei who’s eat together with Kiana and Hua.. who’s clapping the mosquito around Kiana and Mei. “you know, i think its not as a bad as we think right?”

You sighed, and continuously sipping your coffee, and then sighing again for the second time, looking at Himeko, who’s taking her can of beer in the early morning, but that is her habits, you ignore it. “When will they back to normal?” you asked, eating one of the fried chicken as well to calm your mind that already filled with imaginary stressed for the rest of your life. Himeko looking at her phones and then replying “Principal Theresa says that it could take one day or... a week.. and the worst case, it could be longer than that”

so you and Himeko take turns, you took care of the kids at the day and Himeko during the night, since Himeko need her daytime to teach and you need your nighttime to sleep and rest, so deal besides Himeko loves to stay up all night, and Principal Theresa will be working on how to make Kiana, Mei, and Hua back to normal as soon as possible

“Sorry to make you include to this horrible things..” Theresa talks to you while you holding Hua and feeding her with matcha macaroon, you nodded your head “Indeed miss Theresa, i’m super tired and i don’t like kids, so respectfully please be a little quick to find the cure about this disaster..” you state yourself, with your eyes tired and your hand shaking since you took bunch of coffee since Himeko seems doesn’t do her work well at the night time, maybe because she’s drinking so the kids cry and she doesn’t know how to calm them down, so it grows to be your job, haha...

“are you that tired, (Y/N)? i apologize for Kiana and Mei...”, “You’re suprisingly polite in your young age Fu Hua”, “Its basic manners, (Y/N)”

“(Y/N)! look what i found! Adult’s drink!!”

“KIANA DON’T DRINK IT-”

“Mei, Hua, can you please watch Kiana? i want to take a bath now, and don’t touch anything dirty, and don’t go outside until i’m done taking a bath, get it?”

You hold Mei and Hua’s shoulder with you hands, and then leave the three of them when Mei and Hua nodded as a form of understand upon the task you gave to them, you finally walk to the bathroom, and get some quiet and peace me time, in the bathroom, but who cares, at least in the bathroom, they woud not make a proble--

“KYAA KIANA YOU BURN (Y/N)’S BOOK- (Y/N) HELPPPP”

“ITS OKAY MEI SENPAI, I JUST LIGHT THE CANDLE, JUST THAT”

Hua knocking the bathroom door so many times so that you would get out from the bathroom

“oh god....”

nighttime, yes, that doesn’t mean you can sleep in peace, so you decide to sat on the couch, watching tv, hoping every second that nobody of them crying and wake the other

tug tug

you crossed your eyes, to see Fu Hua tugging the edge of your clothes, and then you could see her eyes, almost crying, then you make her sit beside you, offering you a hot chocolate that actually yours, but you haven’t drink it.

“Something wrong? want me to put you back to sleep?”

she shakes her head, and then sipping the hot chocolate you gave her. “I don’t want to sleep, so i can help you guarding Kiana and Mei incase they can’t sleep or having a nightmare..”

you look at her, she is kind, polite, but yet maybe because she is in a child mindset, her decision is still childish and still act like a normal small child would act as one, you know Fu Hua just being kind and polite from the start, maybe she’s grow like that from the start.

you the ruffled her head and nodding, you don’t want to argue on what she want to do, you never like a child, so you never treat them like a child, you treat most of children as an adult which what they want to be, you don’t want to make a fuss about it, they like the way you treat them as adult, so nobody’s feelings got hurt. “alright, im happy to see you want to help me this night, remember, don’t fall asleep”

that sounds like a challenge to little Fu Hua, but pfft, you sure that she’ll be back asleep in..

1 minutes passed..

of course she haven’t show any signs of sleepy

2 minutes..

you asked her “you okay? need another hot chocolate?” “No..” “alright how about a tea? i want to make one” “alright!”

5 minutes passed..

“Fu Hua, i brought the tea- Hua? are you asleep?” “no-no!!”

6 minutes passed..

“do you like the tea?” “yes i like it, thankyou so much (Y/N).”

8 minutes passed..

“Fu Hua?” “...! yes-?” “fufu, nothing..”

10 minutes...

“Fu Hua??” “......” “Huaaa?” “....”

there you go, she’s asleep, nice

“SO THAT’S WHAT HAPPENED!?”

“its so... embarassing...”

“i must...agree with you.. class president.”

in conclusion, nobody will ever turn into a child, ever again. nope that’s the last.

#honkai x reader #honkai impact #honkai 3rd #hi3rd #kiana honkai impact #raiden mei #mei honkai #honkai fuhua #fu hua honkai #fu hua x reader #mei x reader #kiana x reader

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secretaccountlol · 2 years

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Charcuterie boards and ramen.

Omg first full course meal (series) ! Click here for part one!

You can read this as a stand alone though.

CW TIME!!: Food is mentioned and discussed and is a focal point in the story, reader is a foodie and it’s an emotional thing for her. Crying! Happy crying! Sad crying! Sexy crying!!! All the crying!!! Oh and uh public sex, pussy eating and fingering. NICKNAMES. !! A little angst, please read the first part for more cw though. Oh ! And typos :P

Enjoy!

Peter had taken up all the chores in the house, except for cooking, you refused for him to take up that part. It was your favorite thing to do and to be honest, there wasn't much fighting on his part, he loved your cooking. You had woken up to the smell of breakfast and coffee, a skirt and dress shirt laid out beside you, your eye raised, as Peter came in with a tray of food. “I tried to cook breakfast, but failed. So I just bought you some. And-and I laid some clothes out for your day at work.” You bite your lip, was this a dream? It had to be. “Why you’d choose a skirt for today?” Peter rubbed his head, “I-I uhm, you never really wear them sooo, I thought maybe today is the day?” You nod accepting that answer as you start to enjoy your food.

“Thanks, Cherri, have a good day!” you push open the door of the publishing office, you take a look around before checking your phone, no new messages. You scroll on your phone before bumping into something, hard.

“You should watch where you're going, lady!” You look up, ready to cuss someone out or scream in fear. You see Peter’s grinning face, you pout as his hands cup your face, kissing your nose.

“Hello, darling.” He puts on a fake British accent, you fight the urge to giggle. “Peter! You scared meeee!” You stomp your feet childishly before crossing your arms. “Aww, baby I’m sorry” he tries to kiss you again but you dodge his advances. “No PDA, Pete.” You smile watching his puppy dog eyes form, you roll your eyes and tap your cheek, his lips graze your skin.

His hands grab yours pulling you along, you frown again. “What? I can’t hold your hand either?“ Peter frowns as well, you sigh. “Finnnneeee” Peter’s smile returns.

You study his face and body as guides you, he’s fuller now, more healthy, his cheeks no longer hollow. His smile was more genuine, he was still a bit skinny but you chalk that up to his Spider-Man hijinks.

“Peter? Where are we going?” You look around, this wasn’t the way to your subway, he stops pulling you aside hugging you close to his body. “You trust me right?” His hands caress your face, as you nod.

“Then I can’t tell you, just yet. Okay? Just stay with me.” Your hands come to your chest as you nod, chewing your lip. “Hey. No need to be nervous, you know I’d never put you in danger, okay?” You nod again. “I need you to talk to me, baby. “ his hands lay on yours. “Okay.” You give a small smile to ease his anxiety, he kisses your forehead before continuing to pull you along.

Before long you're standing in front of a storefront, “Welcome to our first date spot!” Peter’s arms stretch out with jazz hands in front of the store, your head tilts. “First?” He nods, “First! Figured you were hungry after work soooo, the first stop is food!” He tugs you inside before you could question him again.

Your eyes scan the area, it’s a mom-and-pop shop, a little cramped but homey feeling, your nose is what hits you next, a wonderful smell makes you smile, you close your eyes taking it in.

“If you love the smell that much, you’ll love the food.” Your eyes open, you smile wide at Peter before he leads you to an open seat. “ I put our orders in ahead of time, so we wouldn’t have to wait.” Peter’s hands caress yours as he talks. “I wanted it to be a surprise, so I picked something I think you like, uhm it’s okay if don’t though I-I’ll understand” Peter looks away as he talks, you decide to ease his discomfort.

“How’d you find this place?” You squeeze his hand.

“Haha, well. I was basically dying from a villain attack, so I took shelter in here.

“Mm..I see” you smile, trying not to show your worry you didn’t want to make him feel guilty, it’s easy to forget he’s Spider-Man sometimes. Some nights are hard for now, new anxiety fills you. Waiting for that night he doesn’t return, the nights where he's in so much pain he can’t speak, his blood soaking his suit. A bowl is placed in front of you, knocking you out of your thoughts.

“Are you okay?” Peter squeezes your hand, you nod. “I’m fine, promise.” He nods slowly before you look down at the food. Karaage, and ramen, you smile brightly, god you love noodles, he knows you love noodles.

“I figured you like ramen since you like pasta, I mean it’s kinda like Japanese pasta?” You chuckle lightly at his joke as you pick up your chopsticks. “You’re full of quips all the time, Hm?” He laughs as he picks up a piece of the karaage chicken, chomping it. You look at your ramen, you tilt your head. “I think they forgot the soup in my ramen?” The ramen was dry, except for the poached egg in the middle surrounded by delicious-looking meat and veggies.

“It's dry ramen! Break the yolk and stir into the noodles to make a sauce.” Peter smacks as he gulps down his food. “Don’t talk with your mouth full, Pete!” His eyebrows knit, pouting at your scolding. “But you asked a question!” You decide to ignore him and mix the ramen, you pick up the meat and veggies after wrapping some of the noodles around your chopsticks, carefully shoving them into your mouth.

You try to resist the urge to moan, but a little noise slips through your throat as you close your eyes. You’re silent for the rest of the meal, savoring your food, strangely Peter was silent too.

You pull out your card before Peter snatches it out of your hands. You and his eyebrows furrowed in anger,

“What!” You try to grab your card back before he moves away. “You really thought I would let you pay? On a date.. I planned as a surprise ?” Peter's voice was venom, you frown.

“Well, you’re not workin’ right now, Pete. So I just thought-“

“First, even if that was the case, I have a little bit of savings, and second I am working as, a freelance photographer and I started working for the Daily Bugle selling spidey pics.” Peter booped your nose before pulling out some cash to pay.

“I wouldn’t want you using your savings just to take me out on a date.” You and him both step outside the shop, his hands on top of yours once more guiding you.

“Why not?”

“Because savings should be used for important stuff.”

“You’re important stuff”

“You know what I mean, Pete.”

He turns towards you, stopping. “Why don’t you think you're not important enough to spend money on?” Your mouth opens to respond then closes. “It’s- it’s not that. I just .. want you to save so you don’t feel like you have to be stuck living with me.” You chew your lip looking away, you feel eyes burn holes into you.

“You know I don’t feel that way bout living with you, so do you feel that way bout me livin’ with you?”

“Ofc’ not..”

“Okay..”

“It’s just.. everyone deserves a way out.” You back at him, his eyes lowered, you feel judged. “Come on we’re losin’ daylight!” He smiled.

Soon you’re at another shop, a dessert shop.

“Soooo, I mean people usually like sweets, but I didn’t know what kind you liked so- I found a shop that does a lot of different kinds!” He’s practically bouncing up and down as he pulls you in. Your eyes Immediately light up as you find some macarons, you could never afford those before, you’ve only tasted them a few times, like when a client had some leftovers or you happen to walk by a closing-down bakery.

“Do you want some of those?” You turn to Peter as he points at the macarons, you bite your lip.

“Too expensive..” is all you manage to say before his eyebrow quirks, “What flavors do you want?” Peter calls the employees as you ogle the sweets.

“Peter..”

“Which one do you want, hon?”

You frown, “the red velvet, vanilla bean, caramel, and birthday cake..” you speak towards the ground as you speak only looking back up at him after you're done. Peter mutters “good girl” with a satisfying smirk, as he pulls out his wallet, your face feels hot.

“24 count please of the flavors she said.” You gasp, staring at him like a madman. “Peter that’s gonna be so much-“

“So much money? I know, it’s fine.”

“So much food- I don’t need it..it’s fine.”

“No. I know you, you’ll eat them. You hate wasting food..if you don't just take them to work with you I’m sure your co-workers would love to eat them too.”

You frown again, pulling out your card again, “Let me atleast pay half..” Peter snatches your card, “Peter, give me my card back! Let me pay!”

“No, and you’re not getting this back” he shakes the card in your face, pulling it away, tucking it into his pocket. You watch as he pays and grabs the freshly baked macarons. “Ready to continue our date?” You simply just nod as you walk out of the store together.

You can’t help but stare at him silently as you walk, he looks quite fashionable today, his baggy beat-up leather jacket went well with his pristine yellow shirt and long baggy cargo pants matched well, he looked a lot like an h&m model.

“Last stop!” Peter’s smile makes you wince in a good way.

“The park?”

Peter nods, “Mmhm! The park, but they’re something special going on” he’s still leading you through not looking at you just scanning the area. “What’s so special about it? Looks like a normal park to me” you tease.

“We’re gonna have a picnic.”

“But we don’t have a blanket or anything picnicy other than dessert we just picked up.”

“Nah we do..” He turns to you, his smile is wide, like a madman it makes your eyebrow knit together in confusion. “Close ya eyes please!” Your eyes narrow at him before you do what you're told, Peter shuffles you around before putting his hands on your eyes.

“My eyes are already closed, Pete”

“I know but gotta make sure, are you ready?”

“Yes…”

Your eyes open as you feel hands move away from your face, you drop the bag you’re holding, Peter quickly grabs it before it hits the ground.

“Peter..” your hands cover your mouth as you stare, the corner of the park was covered in fairy lights, a blanket laid out with a basket placed perfectly in the middle.

“You didn’t-..”

“I indeed did.”

You feel wetness hit your hands, tears. You were crying, “Babe? Are you okay?” You choke back sobs as you nod, you can hear Peter panic as he appears in front of you removing your hands from your face, replacing them with his on your cheeks. “Heyheyhey it’s okay, I’m so sorry. Is this too much? I’m sorry. I-I just thought-“ you shake your head still unable to speak as you try to sniff up your tears, gulping back saliva.

“N-no!” You wipe your tears as you huff, “It’s fine! More than fine! It’s wonderful” you hold back tears again.

You inhale his scent as he hugs you. It calms you down enough to talk again, “How much did it cost..?”

“Doesn’t matter.” You sigh at the reply, “Ok”

“Do you want to go home?”

“No..” You attempt to bury your face into your chest but his strong hands stop you, he tilts your chin up to look at him.

“May I kiss you?”

“ I look horrible”

“That has nothing to do with me kissing you, you could be covered in piss and I’d still kiss you.”

You snort, a small smile plays on your lips, “That is so gross, Peter!!” Peter takes the chance to kiss your lips, “Gross but true.” Peter hums before you could notice you were already next to the picnic blanket. “Wanna sit down?” Peter’s hand strokes your cheeks, you simply nod as Peter sits down and you follow suit.

“I’m sorry for freaki-“

“Stop, it’s fine. You never have to apologize for stuff like that.” He kisses your forehead before unloading the basket of food, quickly you have a wide array of food in front of you. “Is that a charcuterie board? You try to keep your excitement under wraps. “Yuuuup! I figured you’d like something like, I guess I was right.” You break out in a full grin, little you would have killed for this. You can’t help but stare at the spread of food, “You can eat y’know, I got it for you.” Peter kisses you again, your temple this time. You nod, carefully slowly your hands move toward the board, scared it might disappear, or you’ll wake up.

You take a cracker and some meat, prosciutto, Peter uses a tiny knife to cut some of the fancy cheese, putting some on your cracker for you. You lay the meat on top of the cheese and cracker, you close your eyes breathing in deeply as you take a bite. You feel tears slip through your eyes as you savor the flavors on your tongue.

“It’s so good..sosososo good. “ Peter kisses away your tears as they drop. Your sobs of happiness fill the air as you take more bites of the food surrounding you. Apricots, jams, pieces of bread, fruits, nuts, hummus, and veggies. Some foods you’ve never even seen before, your sobs quiet down as you munch on the food.

“I’m sorry.. me crying while stuffing my face is probably not attractive..”

“You know I don’t care about that.. I’m just happy your happy..” you pick up an unknown food as he talks, you moan softly as you chew.

“I-I’m sorry I’m still listening! It’s.. just so ..good!” You smile sheepishly, Peter laughs, “No worries, please by all means enjoy yourself, it’s what I want you to do anyways.” His hands graze against your skin, you shiver a bit, you look at him, his eyes were low, his grin lazy. You could yourself getting hot as you gulp down the food that’s still in your mouth, you moan again longer this time.

“Are you teasing me?” Peter’s hands inched up your skirt as you shake your head. “Nooo..” you bit your lip, trying not to giggle. “You know lying to someone you love is very mean, babe.” Peter’s voice was like honey to you, or maybe it was just the honeycomb you just ate. “Mmm, I could say the same to you, Mr. Parker”

You lick your lips. “Oh?” Peter’s eyebrows stretch up as his chocolate eyes look into yours. “Mm, setting out this dress for me to wear today ‘just because’ now I know why.., and it wasn’t just for this date.” You bit your lip again.

“You just wanted quick access” your hands start to trace the collar on his shirt. “Nuh-uhhh! I wanted you to look cute for our date too!” Peter pouted, you chortle. “Sayin’ I don’t look pretty all the time?” You pouted back. “Nope, you look cute, fantastic, and beautiful every day. I would never change you. But I felt like you’d scold me if you didn’t look ‘cute’ today on our little escapade.” His hands slip on your dress, caressing just above your panties. “Mm good call Mr.Parker.” You lean into his lips. “Let’s finish this in the bedroom.” Peter’s lips press against yours before smirking. “Oh no, you misunderstand. I don’t think I can wait that long.” His hands slip into your underwear as he talks, palming at your clit. “P-Peter were..”

“In public? I know.”

“What if-“

“Why do you think I chose this part of the park?”

“You really did plan this out..”

“What? Are you surprised? I am a genius after all..”

His lips trailed down your neck as his fingers massage your clit, “Don’t worry though, I’ll make you get plenty of more action when you get home.” You whimper as his fingers enter you, gripping his shirt tighter. “O-oh!” Peter chuckles, “I hope that’s a good ‘oh’” your eyes close as he talks, “Y-yes yes yes..!” You bite back a moan as he pumps into you. “No holding back, I wanna hear that pretty voice, please?” Your hands grasp his arm as his fingers sink into you, even more, making you cry out. “Yea, just like that..” you can’t help but repeat his name over and over again. “I bet I could find your g-spot.” Your head snaps back to him, shaking violently. “Pete, n-no! I w-won’t be able to con-control myself..!” He smirks as you try to form sentences, “Mm, yeah that’s the point.” His fingers pick up speeds before he hits your g-spot, your body arched against him. “Oooh? Is that it” he rams it over and over again until you can do nothing but sob his name. “P-pe..” his smile haunts you. “Yes, darling?”

“I-..”

His lips slot over yours as you try to speak, “I know.”

Your body violently shakes as you cum, you slump against his body as he licks his fingers clean.

“I’m gonna get this packed up and we’ll head home, just rest right now okay?” You nod as you lay down on your back. You feel his hands once more on your thighs, you try to lift but his hands keep you in place, “I’m sorry love..you look..too delicious right now not to eat.” Your breath hitches as his tongue did long strides against your pussy, “P-Pete! Too sen-“ His tongue fucks your hole as his fingers start to circle your clit again. Tears form in your eyes as you fail to keep quiet, the pleasure is too much, as your head tilts back.

You jolt up, panting, you hold your hand to your chest trying to catch your breath. “God, I thought I put you in a coma!” Peter’s hands were on you in an instant, giving you a once over. “Most people say they thought they killed the person.” He only smiles and shakes his head, “Superpowered, remember? So, I know you weren’t dead.” A small smile played on your lips before you hit him. “That’s what you get anyways! For pushing over the edge like that in public! What if someone saw?” You cross your arms pouting. “I knooow! But you looked so fucking good and you know when you get so needy for me I-I- can’t help it. And then when I was cleaning up I caught a glimpse of your pussy, it looked so messy, I just had to clean you up.” Peter’s eyes were glazed over as he licked his lips. “Nope! Stop being a horndog, Peter Parker!” You smack his arm again harder this time, “I-I’m nott!! I was just explaining myself!” Peter whined and you scowled. “I saw that look in your eyes! You were looking at me like I was a piece of meat! You little tiger!” Your finger pointed, shaking as Peter sulked.

“No sex for a week!” You watched as Peter groaned and fell back on the bed, “Babe!! That’s torture!!” You flick his forehead, Peter fakes pain. “Whatever! I’ll be sore for two weeks with the stuff you pulled today!” You kiss his forehead, magically he seemed not to be in pain anymore. “I take the girlfriend on the date and now she won’t let me have sex with her!” You try to hide your giggle as he spoke, “Where did go wroooonng! I lost a girlfriend” He sang a bit offbeat, you laughed almost doubling over. “ it’s where did I go wrong, I lost a friend, Pete! Not girlfriend” your hands played with Peter’s hair as his feet kicked off the bed. “I know! But I changed the lyrics to fit the scenario!” Peter’s eyes close as you massage his head. “Maybe I was too harsh, only two days without sex, only cus I need to rest up. You did a number on me, baby.” Peter sticks out his tongue, “Whateverrr! I’ve definitely fucked you harder before.” You clicked your teeth, “That’s true but we’ve had sex literally every day of the week, we use to only each other once a week or so, and with your spidey stamina, we go so many rounds, you know many times I’ve to work from home or call in cus you fucked me so hard I couldn’t walk properly?” You tug at his hair, a groan slipped through. “M’sorry didn’t know that part.” You tug his hair softly again, he moans this time.

“Ba..babe..?”

“Hm?” You tug at his hair again, he moans louder, trying to shift away from your touch. “Baby..” your hands travel down his chest, “I think I want payback.” You watch as Peter chews on his lip, “Payback?” Your hands are on his belt now as you hover over him,

“Mm, yeah, you’ll be begging for mercy.”

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