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jazziejax · 20 days

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Pairing- BlackOC! X Challengers Cast

Summary- moments between Orion O’Connor and the Challengers cast that the people loved

Warnings- swear words, flirtatious between costars

Author’s Note- This sucks raccoon ass, it’s 2am, and I haven’t written in a very long time so cut me some slack, I beg you! I’m gonna write for Challengers at some point but I’m waiting because I want to write a series and I’m gonna need it on streaming services to do that(because I already paid to see it twice). But I’ll probably write some one-off things for you guys. Sorry for any spelling errors and grammar mistakes. As I said, it’s 2am.

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“So, I have to ask.” The woman interviewer said, mainly looking over at Orion. Said girl’s expression went from calm to suspicious as she turned her head and side eyed the woman. The interviewer was about to open her mouth to speak again before Orion lightly gasped as she faced forward again.

“Let me guess.” She stated, leaning forward in her seat. Everyone paused, waiting for the girl to speak. “You’re gonna ask if we’re married.” She said, her left index finger motioning between her and the British man next to her. The woman’s mouth fell open a little bit as she stared at the brown woman across from her.

“How’d you know that?” She asked, genuine surprise in her voice. Orion slightly nodded as she adjusted herself in her seat. She crossed her right leg over her left and her body was slightly tilted to where she leaned Josh’s way. “Everyone has the same look in their eyes before they ask.” She shrugged. The tension of such a question could be felt throughout the room but also on social media. Fans went crazy with this clip, seeing the obvious signs that Orion was tired of such a question and was getting bad at hiding it. Some people called her rude while others defended her saying the interviewer was bad at her job for asking the same thing they already know the answer to.

“I just wanted to know how you guys felt about such rumors going around about you two?” The interviewer asked. Orion looked over at Josh, seeing if he wanted to give the question a go. Said man glanced down a little to make eye contact with the woman next to him before turning to the woman in front of him. “Um, the rumors don’t necessarily bother me. Not anymore at least.” He stated. “People have been saying this since the beginning of our careers, almost, because we became friends right before and have been for so long. So, I guess it just seemed like we were married?” Josh said with confusion written all over his face, his tone rising at the end since he was more so asking a question.

Orion dry chuckled as she watched the man deliver the answer she was tired of giving. “I say it’s rather flattering, in a sense, that people think we are married. Because Orion is an amazing woman that anyone would be lucky to call a wife.” He finished softly, glancing over at the woman next to him. “But no, we’re just best friends with the same name.” He said, visibly pink in the face as he continuously glanced at the woman next to him.

With the new craze of Challengers, every cast member gained new fans along with the one they already had and all were tuned in on their press tour. Social media went crazy over Josh and Orion, new fans because of their on and off screen chemistry while old fans were just excited to see the pair in another project together.

Orion made a cute pout at his words, her face heating as she looked at him in his blue eyes. Her big eyes reflected the fluorescent lights above them as she stated into his. “He’s too sweet for his own damn good.” She said in a sad tone as if she was crying. She leaned her head on his shoulder for a split second before raising it and dropping her façade. “Let me just say this.” She started, sitting up straight in her seat. Zendaya and Mike, who felt as if they were third wheeling the whole time, chuckled at her. “I don’t understand why I keep getting asked that when it could be easily answered by taking a look at my hand.” She said, showing her left hand. She used her right index finger to rub her left ring finger as she stared directly into the camera lens. “I do not have on a ring.” She said, shaking her head. She grabbed ahold of Josh’s and and held it up. Before she could even speak, her cast mates burst out laughing, knowing she was very riled up, which was quite amusing.. “He does not have on a ring.” She then looked back at the interviewer. “I would never do such a thing. I would be mad at Josh if he allowed me to do such a thing.” She stressed. “And I would also never let him or any man disrespect me in such a way. Isn’t that right?” She asked, looking over at the British man next to her. Josh immediately nodded.

“Correct.”

The initial context of video was ignored once clips hit other media sites. All people could talk about was the sheer amount of times Orion and Josh caught the other one staring. And if not them then the camera caught it. They all went feral over the last line, finding the way she demanded an answer out of him attractive and the way he answered her immediately. The compatibility between the two could be felt through the screen. Many edits were made out of the two and their characters, Dion and Patrick.

For backstory, Orion and Josh have been friends for many years. Meeting each other on the set of The Durrells where Orion was the only American that used an English accent for an obscene amount of time to play her character ‘Daisy’. They were only together in a couple of scenes but off screen, Josh and Orion became good friends. They grew even closer when Josh moved in with Orion when she went back to America. He would be staying for a while for work and Orion wanted the transition to be easy for her friend since he was such a big help for her in Europe, so she offered him a room in her New York flat. That’s when the rumors started. Seeing pictures of this pair of up and coming actors with the same last name, doing activities and living together. They blushed and joked at the rumors at first but after a while it started to get pretty annoying.

This being brought up again, fans started researching for old pictures of the two and they couldn’t get enough of the pair. Pictures of them holding pinkies as they walked around New York. Most of them from the same day as Orion showed him all of her favorite spots. There were pictures of them on the subway reading a book together. Pictures of them on visiting each other on set when they worked on different projects. So many pictures for the fans to choose from.

A while later in another interview, the energy seemed to be more prominent between them all.

“Do you think is most like their character?” The interviewer asked them. All of them immediately pointed at Orion, who even pointed at herself. Seeing that they all had the same idea, they laughed at one another. “Why is that? What makes you like you’re character?” He questioned again.

“Um, it’s actually funny because they changed things around for Dion once I was casted for her.” Orion started. “Her name was changed for be more boyish after I was casted because Luca and Justin liked the contrast of such a sweet and feminine character with a “boys” name.” She stated, doing air quotations around the word boy. “They did a lot of tweaking to the script after I was chosen for…whatever creative reasons they have.” She chuckled, waving her hands to indicate she didn’t know why but it was slowly up to them.

“I would hope I would be the most like my character because it’s almost based off of me at this point.” She shrugged. “But I would say I'm most like her in the way I love and express myself. In the movie, Dion is very physical with her friends which I tend do to be.” She chuckled to herself. Mike nodded his head next. She looked over at him, her smile big on her face as she blushed out of embarrassment. “Oh yeah, she’s like a baby koala. Or a sloth.” He started, seeing that the attention was on him. Everyone laughed. “She was always on top of someone in between takes. She falls out when she laughs, and she’s always sleeping.” Mike said, sitting up in his chair as he listed, his voice showing mock annoyance. Orion covered her face in embarrassment, leaning her head back as she laughed.

“I’m sorry, okay! This is just how I am!” She shouted. After a while of everyone laughing, they calmed down and sat still in their seats. “I see where my affection is not wanted.” Orion said sassily as she rolled her eyes, crossing her legs and leaned away from Mike. Mike groaned at her dramatic behavior and rolled his eyes too, doing the same as her. Seeing this, Orion softly scoffed at him. “Art wouldn't treat me this way.” She joked, causing laughter to fill the room again.

“Why do you guys say Orion is like Dion? Where do the similarities lie in your eyes?” The interviewer asked. Mike was the first to answer.

“I say she’s like Dion in the way she stated, herself .” He said, gesturing over to Orion. “Dion is a very loving and passionate character. You see that in the way she treats her friends, and in the games she plays. She doesn’t play for competition , she plays for the feeling it gives her. Like in the scene where she goes against Tashi, it didn’t cause them any strife because she doesn’t see it as ‘who’s better’, she sees it as a relationship and almost a way of communicating.” He said. “I see that a lot in Orion because she doesn’t really communicate through words, she communicates through her actions, in real life and within a character.” He finished. There was a moment of silence as everyone sat with what he said. Mike quickly looked around the room at the silence before looking over at Orion.

“Aww, Mikey.” Orion said as she pouted and leaned over to give him a side hug, placing her head on his shoulder. Breaking the tension in the air, the room chuckled. “He knows me so well.” Orion spoke up, placing her cheek against his with her hand on the other side of his face, smushing them together. They both smiled, feeling their cheeks mush together.

Fans were already in the Art Donaldson/Mike Faist train before they even saw the movie and especially afterwards. During most of the press tour the cute moments were between Josh and Orion and Zendaya and Orion, since the girl has previous history with them. But when Orion and Mike had their cute moments, fans almost felt like they were in love.

It was admitted in an interview Mike had without the whole cast he really admired the work Orion did before he formally met her. He first saw her on the comedy show Community. He found her really funny there and could tell her chemistry with the cast was impeccable. But her acting skills really shined to him when he saw her in Fleabag and The Handmaid's Tale. When he heard that she was going to be in the movie with him, he had a fanboy moment to himself for a few hours before calming down. Little did he know that Orion admitted herself in a solo interview that she used to have a crush on Mike after first seeing him in Dear Evan Hanson. She said that even though she hated that musical, she watched it for him. That’s also why she went and saw Brokeback Mountain live. Fans loved hearing this information, the Art and Dion edits having a mega surplus afterwards. Their interview moments together were cute but people mainly loved their red carpet interactions, Orion either bullying him for what he had on or the way he posed. She never let him live.

Another moment that went viral was their interview talking about intimate scenes together.

“Was that awkward to do with your best friend?” The journalist asked Orion.

“No, because we’ve done that before.” She answered quickly, not thinking of what she said. Zendaya’s head snapped to her, eyes a little wide as she gave the girl next to her a questionable glare. Mike raised his eyebrows while Josh tried to hide his laughter, and his red face, behind his hands. Seeing the reactions she got around the room, Orion chuckled before trying to save herself. “Not like that. I just mean I’ve seen him naked before.” She defended no better. Now all you could hear was the laughter of her cast mates. Mike and Z leaning on one another as they laughed while Josh put his head in his hands. “You guys know what I mean. We’ve done things like this before.” She continued to try to defend herself. Seeing her get nowhere, Josh placed his hand on her shoulder. She looked over at the cute smiling British man next to her, unconsciously smiling along with him.

“What? Tell them this isn’t something new for us.” She demanded the man. Josh placed his large hand on top of hers that was resting on the arm of the chair. “Our characters in The Durrells were in a relationship. That’s what she means.” Josh said, his face still red from trying to hold in his laughter. And blushing.

“The real question is, did you enjoy it?” Orion asked, looking over at the man next to her. But before he could speak, Mike spoke first. “Oh, I enjoyed it.” Mike joked. “Art and Dion were like rabbits at Stanford.” He emphasized.

“Her and Patrick were pretty wild too.” Zendaya said. “

“I think Dion was just like that with everyone, honestly.” Josh said. At that, Orion turned back to him, an eyebrow raised. “What’s that supped to mean?”

“No, byy everyone I mean, Tashi, Art and Patrick.” Josh rushed out, looking her right in the eyes. That’s something the fans caught into a lot. Whenever Orion looked his way, he would never break eye contact. No matter how many times she glanced off to the side or down at her hands playing with his, he never took his eyes off her face, especially when she was speaking. “Which is quite interesting when you take into account Dion was almost in control of everything.” He finished.

Orion immediately rolled her eyes and turned away from him. . Before she could say what she was going to, her other cast mates spoke in agreement. “100%.” Zendaya said.

“I’m not about to have this conversation again.” Orion spoke. “Dion is innocent and she was done wrong.” She said, looking directly into the camera.

“Dion played everyone.” Mike said.

“Like a game of tennis.” Josh finished, a small smirk on his lips. His eyes never left Orion, as if he was waiting for her to turn around. Mike and Zendaya groaned at him while Orion turned to him, a smile on her face when she looked his way. “That was so corny.” She said through her laughter that increased the more she thought about the terrible joke. Oriron loved a bad joke that was delivered kind of awkwardly. The rest of the interview consisted of small moments between Josh and Orion. Jim raising his hand to play with her dangling earring when Mike was talking. Her pinkie wrapped around his when both of their arms rested on their chairs.

Needless to say, the people loved Orion O’Oonnor and were on the edge of their seats to get more of her.

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oconnorschildren you mean to tell me that this is Josh O’Connor and Orion O’Connor when they lived together???

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zendayacollective sups cute!!! ❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎

mikeyfaist they look like a couple

orionstar and they’re wondering why people assumed they were married 🙄

⤷ oconnorschildren right! they act in love and get mad at us!

⤷ joshoconnorstoe they should just get married

tomdayaofficial I don’t know who I want her with more, Josh or Mike

⤷ oconnorschildren me neither, she’s has such great chemistry with both! I love her with them!

liversometennis I can’t wait until challengers is on streaming services so I can’t watch her kiss them all day everyday

zendayastwin I wish people would post the moments between her and Z, they are so cute together. Small hints of flirting but amazing friends.

⤷ oconnorschildren I’ll post some in the future because they are cute together!

#challengersmovie #challengers #art donaldson #tashi donaldson #tashi duncan #zenday coleman #zendaya #josh o connor #josh o'connor #patrick zweig x reader #patrick zweig #mike faist #jazziejaxwriting #jazziejaxchallengers

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vampyrixdarling · 4 months

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I LOVED YOUR ZOMBIE SONIC WRITING HSHDJF

Okay so Sonic with a reader that he caught feelings for, right ? But the thing was, they were a big bad meanie guy out for BLOOD. They liked Sonic too, but refused to change their villainous ways tehe

IM IN LOVE Q THIS IDEA

HCs or a one shot is fine >:)))

— 「𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨’𝐬 𝐚 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧」

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ MASTERLIST

╰┈➤ Sonic the Hedgehog x villain!reader

: ̗̀➛ synopsis; Sonic never could’ve predicted that he’d be falling for the same person who would actively endanger his home and his friends. But it happened. Mutual pining with slight rivalry mixed in with playful fighting, who’s to complain?

: ̗̀➛ Type; romantic headcanons

: ̗̀➛ warning(s); brief mentions of fighting (not detailed), swearing.

Likes/Reblogs are always appreciated!! <3

I’m like honestly SO embarrassed of the quality of this😭 please let this slide Orion I am BEGGING🙏🙏 my writing is normally SO MUCH BETTER I SWEAR

→ Sonic is someone who prides himself on being able to save his world from any threat that dares try to destroy it or hurt his friends or innocent people. He’s a hero, and he’s proud to call himself one. Sure, the praise and the fame that comes with it is cool and all, but all Sonic really cares about is saving all that he can, and taking down evil. He doesn’t need a reward for just doing what he loves. Hell, he’d even get to hangout with his friends just talking about the fight he had, and try some of Amy’s delicious deserts of course. Except if it was strawberry shortcake. He’d stay far away from that if he could.

→ You, on the other hand, were just another villain. You found a kind of sadistic joy in the misery of other people— a sick satisfaction from watching all those below you suffer a terrible fate at your hands. It’s always been this way for as long as you could remember, really. There wasn’t a moment you truly felt happy. No moment where you truly felt complete. And maybe, just maybe, causing pain and suffering to those undeserving made you feel just a little better about the dull, boring life you had. Something like the phrase, “if I can’t be happy, nobody can”, as much as you hated it.

→ But, nobody could deny the slight excitement you felt when the blue blur himself stood in your path, eyes locked on yours as he got ready to attack. A fight with him was never boring, that much was guaranteed. and perhaps you felt the same way, unfortunately you’d never get to finish your thought before he spin-dashed into you, sending you flying into the nearest wall.

“Ugh, come on, [Name]… haven’t we been over this once before?”

“Three times, actually. Learn to keep track.”

The hedgehog rolled his eyes as he sped towards you again. Meanwhile, with a cocky grin on your face, you shakily got up.

→ Sonic would feel extremely conflicted and confused. On one hand, you were everything he hated. Someone who felt joy in causing terror and harm upon those he cared for. But, on another hand, there was an undeniable chemistry between you guys. None of you would ever admit that, though.

→ He hated how felt this way about you. He shouldn’t feel anything like this for any of his enemies. But, there was also this one flaw about him. The fact that he’s willing to give second chances and hope for the best. He does see the good in you, no doubt about it. It’s just that you’re being so damn difficult, he wish you’d just give up.

→ But you weren’t oblivious to this. You saw how the hedgehog briefly hesitated before landing a punch to you. You saw how his eyes lit up once he realized you weren’t dead from that landing. And, a part of you felt pity for him. You realized how hard this was for him, to hurt someone he’s grown to love, and you really wished you wouldn’t care. But you did.

Because you loved him too.

→ None of you took the realization well. You both hated each other for feeling this way, and while you both tried to separate from each other, you just kept coming back. You both would swear it’s because you’re causing trouble and Sonic’s just trying to save everyone, but you both knew it was different. But one day, during a pretty heated fight..

“Why can’t you just let me do what’s best for you, [Name]?!”

“This isn’t what’s best! You don’t know anything about me!”

“I know that I love you!”

…

Oh.

Oh..

→ Once the awkwardness was out of the way, and you two were finally able to confront each other… you got it all out. You both had a talk about how you really felt. He expressed his concerns, and you voiced your clear distain towards leaving your villainous ways. Which, he understood. He hated how you refused to stop, but you just wouldn’t listen to him. So after negotiating, you agreed to slightly tone down your attacks. Which wasn’t much, but at least you weren’t killing anybody.

Bonus: He’d LOVE chasing after you and getting into so many playful fights with you while you’re attacking the town. It would be so fun and exciting for the both of you.

#sonic the hedgehog x reader #sonic x reader #headcanon

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flowersandbigteeth · 11 months

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I really liked Orion and was wondering if you could write about him kidnapping reader.

(Sfw please)

I've been wanting to do something soft 🥹

Orc (Orion) x fem reader

Word Count: 3k

W: kidnapping, some creepy behavior, light violence, and some kissing, sfw fluff

Find the previous part here

You stretched your shoulders as you glanced at the clock on the wall. It was finally 6 and time to head home from your job as a dental assistant. It had been a long day of coaxing little kids to open their mouths for X-rays and calming the poor children that hated the dentist, but you had some leftover Chinese food in the fridge that you were in a hurry to get home and devour. Unless, of course, you got your usual visitor.

“Hey, (Y/N), I saw you walking home from work the other day,” your boss and one of the pediatric dentists, Aaron, mentioned as the two of you collected your things. “I can give you a ride home if you want.”

Aaron seemed like a nice guy, but you didn’t want to take advantage of his kindness.

“I’m okay,” you said. “I walk home everyday. It’s good for my health.”

He frowned, seeming put out at your refusal.

“Come on, let me drive you,” he pushed. “It’s dangerous for you to walk alone in the evening. I’d feel terrible if something happened to you.”

You gave him a smile and waved away his concerns.

“Really, I’m fine,” you said, but Aaron wasn’t happy with that answer.

“There have been a string of muggings on your street,” he insisted. “Come on, let me give you a ride. I’m just concerned about your safety.”

You were sure you didn’t need a ride, but Aaron seemed insistent and you didn’t want to sour your work relationship by appearing ungrateful for his friendly concern.

“Okay,” you finally agreed, exhausted from a long day and not feeling like fighting with him.

He brightened up at that and seemed giddy to lead you to his car.

Aaron drove an expensive sports car, which he was eager to show off.

“What do you think?” he asked you, demonstrating the heated seats and dynamic driving features.

You had absolutely no interest in cars, so you just nodded politely until he was done and pulled out of the parking lot. He put on some music and you leaned back into the comfortable seat, trying to enjoy the ride. It was nice to be off of your feet after a long day’s work, even though you felt uneasy sitting next to Aaron. You rested your eyes for just a moment but when you opened them, it seemed like Aaron wasn’t going in the direction of your house.

“I think you’re going the wrong way,” you informed him and he gave you an easy smile.

“I know,” he said. “I figured you’d be hungry so I’m taking us to one of my favorite spots.”

You frowned, not sure what to say.

“I really can’t afford to eat out, Aaron,” you said, trying to figure out how to politely turn him down. “I have some leftovers at home…”

He shook your concerns away.

“Don’t worry about it. Dinner’s on me,” he said. “I’ve always wanted to have some time alone with you so we can really talk. We work together, but I feel like I hardly know you.”

His words made your stomach twist. He wanted to have time alone with you? Aaron was good-looking enough, he had blonde hair, blue eyes, and was quite tall, but you weren’t interested in getting to know him beyond casual chatter around the office.

“You really don’t have to do this,” you tried to argue, but he wasn’t listening, instead tapping the steering wheel with his fingers and humming along to the song on the radio.

While your thoughts churned over how to get him to take you home, your phone buzzed.

Where are you?

It was your friend Orion. Since you’d met him out with your friends one night, he’d been coming by a lot. Instead of going out on another tour with the mercenary group he had worked for, he took a private security job in the city and often stopped by your house for coffee or meals.

You had a huge crush on him. Who wouldn’t? He was enormous, with verdant skin and an arm full of sexy tattoos. His face was the picture of rugged masculinity. His jaw had sharp planes and his tusks were white and shiny. Since he wasn’t with the merc group anymore, he’d let his hair grow out a little longer and it was always messy in a way that gave you post-sex hair vibes. You weren’t a particularly good flirt, but you tried your best to show him you were interested with little touches here and there.

It was hard to tell how he felt about you. He was very protective, but he wasn’t pushy like other guys you’d been with. Every time he came over he was incredibly polite. You’d watch movies together or make him dinner, but he never tried to kiss you or touch you more than casually. You were desperate for his kiss, but too shy to make a move. What if he just wanted to be friends? It would be humiliating. Plus he wouldn’t come over anymore if you made things weird and you didn’t want that. You’d gotten used to having dinner with him at least three times a week if he wasn’t working. You’d even started stocking extra food because he ate a lot.

My boss is taking me to dinner.

He didn’t answer right away, instead, you watched the dots showing he was typing flash for a few moments before he finally responded.

Where?

You glanced up at Aaron to find him looking at you.

“Who’s that?” he asked, his thin lips curving into a frown.

“Oh, just a friend,” you replied. “So where are you taking me? I’m starving.”

He seemed pleased you were interested in where you were going and brightened up.

“The Whisk and Ladle,” he said. “It’s a great place. You’ll love it.”

You balked when he said the name.

“Aaron, that’s expensive!” you gasped. “I’m not really dressed for-”

You were still wearing the scrubs you wore to work, printed with little mice wearing sunglasses. You were dressed to work with children, not go to a five-star restaurant. Again, he waved your concerns away.

“Nonsense,” he said. “You always look beautiful. Let me treat you.”

You nodded, quietly, feeling more and more uncomfortable the closer you got to the restaurant. If you’d have been a tougher woman, you’d have made a fuss, demanded he take you home or jump out of the car, but you were worried about losing your job. Money was tight and you didn’t have any savings to float you until you found something else. You needed to make Aaron happy so he wouldn’t find some excuse to get rid of you.

After a few minutes, you texted Orion the name. Some little part of you wished he would come to save you from what was about to be an extremely awkward dinner, but you were sure he’d never do that. From what you knew of him, he was strong but an extremely measured orc. You never saw him upset or out of control.

When you arrived, Aaron was sure to help you out of the car, and as you walked inside he had his hand on your lower back until it slipped down to cup your bottom. Instinctively you took a step away, but he didn’t seem to notice as he spoke with the hostess. Weirdly, he had a reservation, as if he’d planned this date long before he offered to give you a ride home.

You were seated at a pretty table with a white tablecloth and a small centerpiece of roses, which was very pretty but entirely too formal for your liking. Looking over the menu, your mouth fell open at the prices. A Cobb salad was $30!

“Get whatever you like,” Aaron said, smiling at you from across the table, “it’s on me.”

You gave him a tight nod, trying to force a polite smile on your face, but the idea of him spending this much money on you made you uncomfortable. When the waiter arrived, you ordered the cheapest thing available and water. He took your menus, and Aaron turned his attention to you.

“I’m thrilled you decided to join me, (Y/N),” he said as if he hadn’t set all of this up without your knowledge beforehand. “I’ve always admired you. You’re incredibly beautiful.”

“Uh…thanks, I guess,” you murmured, wishing you were anywhere but there.

“Can I tell you a secret?” he asked, leaning in to get closer to you.

“Sure,” you said.

He gave you a conspiratorial smile.

“I always intended on asking you out. That’s why I hired you,” he explained. “I love coming to work every day and seeing you.”

You immediately frowned. While you were sure he intended that to be flattering, it was incredibly creepy. He hadn’t hired you for your experience? He just wanted to date you?

You were thinking of something to say when there was a commotion at the front of the restaurant.

“Sir! You can’t come in without a reservation!” the hostess was yelling and to your surprise, Orion was marching across the dining room looking pissed off. His dark eyes immediately found yours, and you hoped he read the relief in them.

“Orion!” you gasped, looking up at him.

He glanced away, glaring at Aaron.

“Excuse me,” Aaron said, indignant. “You’re interrupting our dinner.”

Orion ignored Aaron and turned his intense gaze back to you. Your heart skipped in your chest, and your cheeks burned. The look in his eyes was a mixture of ravenous hunger and complete outrage.

“Did you agree to this dinner?” he snapped, and your mouth went dry.

Unable to form words, you quickly shook your head with a tight jerk.

“He just brought me here,” you finally managed to squeak out. “I-I wasn’t planning on-”

He cut you off raising a large hand, looking back at Aaron.

“You kidnapped my woman,” he snarled.

Your eyes popped at the words “my woman.” Did Orion consider you his?

Aaron shrank under Orion’s gaze.

“I-I would hardly say kidnapped…” he stammered.

Orion growled.

“Did he touch you?” he asked.

You tried to lie and say he hadn’t, but your face told him something different.

“It was just a little touch,” you peeped when it was obvious he could tell the little shake of your head that you gave him was an untruth.

Before you could finish the last word, Orion clocked Aaron in the jaw with his meaty fist. His chair toppled over and he lay sprawled out on the floor, unconscious.

“Orion!” you squealed again, but he wasn’t listening.

He scooped you up and threw you over his shoulder, marching back out of the restaurant while all the guests watched in shock. The waiters and the hostess jumped out of his way as he passed.

“Orion! What are you doing?” you asked as you bounced on his shoulder.

Instead of answering, his chest rumbled with a deep noise that released butterflies in your stomach.

He opened the passenger door to his truck and carefully set you inside, buckling the seatbelt over your chest before he shut the door. Then he hopped in the driver’s side and peeled out of the parking lot.

You stared at your friend, eyes as big as saucers as he drove through the darkening city.

“Why did you do that?” you questioned. “You could get in big trouble! He might get you arrested!”

He snorted.

“For protecting my mate from her sexually harassing boss? Doubt it.”

You blinked at him. Mate?

There were different rules for the Fairyfolk when it came to mates. They defended them so fiercely a new set of laws had to be drawn up to protect this “cultural difference.” Every human knew not to touch a Fairyfolk’s mate. You shook your head, trying to sort through what was happening.

“Where are we going?” you asked, as he was not going in the direction of your house.

“Home,” he said.

You blinked at him.

“My apartment is the opposite way,” you argued, but he just pinned you with a look.

You drew your brow and crossed your arms, pouting.

“Orion! Why aren’t you talking to me?” you asked.

His face softened, and he twisted his hands on the steering wheel, taking a big breath before he answered you.

“I don’t like that he touched you,” he said. “No one touches you but me. You’re mine.”

Your mouth fell open just a bit before you forced it closed, swallowing a lump in your throat.

“Yours?” you asked and he nodded curtly.

“B-but…you never said…” you stammered.

“Not good with words,” he grunted.

“Oh,” you said, your mouth forming a surprised O shape.

You turned away from him, looking out the front windshield at the darkening city slipping by.

“Where is home?” you asked.

“You’ll see,” was all he would say.

You folded your legs under your body and leaned your head against the window, tired. Your heart was pounding and a slight tremor left you vibrating against the seat. Where could Orion be taking you?

At some point you must have dozed off because when you woke the truck had come to a stop and Orion was opening your door.

“Where are we?” you murmured, your words a bit slurred from sleep.

He unbuckled your seatbelt and took you in his arms.

“Home,” he said.

You peered through the darkness to find you were no longer in the city, but on one of the mountains that surrounded it. Over your shoulder you could see the city lights twinkling in the valley like stars. In front of you there was a beautiful cabin home. It was two stories with full pane glass windows and a wrap-around porch.

“This is where you live?” you gasped.

You’d always assumed Orion had some flat in the city just like yours.

“It is where you live, too,” he corrected.

Your eyes widened on him as he took you up the front steps and unlocked the door.

“I can’t live here!” you argued. “I’m too far away from work!”

He chuckled, a deep rumble in his chest.

“You will not go back to work,” he told you, setting you on the couch and turning his back to you so he could put fuel in the woodstove.

“But…how will I make money?” you asked.

“You don’t need money,” he said. “I have plenty of it.”

“But…but…” you stammered, trying to wrap your head around the situation.

Was Orion claiming you? Did you want to be claimed?

The door of the woodstove clanged shut and he spun around, his smokey eyes on you. He lowered himself to his knees in front of you so you were eye to eye.

“I’m not sure I understand-” you started to say, but were silenced with his lips slanting over yours.

Your whole world swung upside down as he kissed you. Electricity shot down your spine, energy sparkling at the apex of your thighs. You breathed a wispy sigh into his mouth and the large fingers of one hand clutched the nape of your neck, holding you to him. This was the kiss you’d been desperately pining for and it was more than you could have ever imagined.

When he pulled away, he pinned you with his inky gaze.

“You’re mine, got it?” he rumbled.

You whimpered and nodded, your thoughts muddled and his rich, spicy scent filling your lungs. He pulled you to him again, this time his kiss was more hungry and needy. You felt his smooth tusks against your cheek and his stiff tongue licking your bottom lip, wanting entrance. You parted your lips for him, letting him explore. He licked and tasted you while your fingers dared to creep up his chest, feeling the hard planes of muscle underneath his shirt. At your touch, he let out a deep rolling sound.

Though Orion was eager to get your clothes off of you, he knew you were delicate, both inside and out. He adored your soft spirit and vowed never to crush it, so instead of taking you to bed and ravishing you, he rose to get comfortable on the big couch, pulling you into his lap and wrapping his arms around your warm body. He smoothed his large hand over your hair, tucking your head under his chin.

He lamented waiting far too long to claim you, not wanting to frighten you and scare you away, but he couldn’t tolerate some other male hovering around. You belonged to him whether you knew it or not and it was well past time to claim you for his own.

Completely oblivious to these thoughts, you sighed into his chest, listening to the gentle boom of his heartbeat, and feeling like you’d come home.

#monster x girl #orc x reader #monster x reader #x reader #yandere x reader #soft yandere #orc boyfriend #monster romance #monster fluff #male yandere #yandere fluff #yandere romance #monster boyfriend #yandere male #monster lover

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starrylevi · 6 months

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hi! I’m new to your page but your writing is so skilled! So here I am requesting a Levi x reader post war, where the reader insist on taking Levi stargazing? And at some point the reader’s hand get cold and Levi insists on warming her up? Thank youuu! 🧡

Hi!! And welcome!!! You’re so very sweet, I truly don’t think so but thank you! This is such a cute request it kinda got away from me (in a good way) 😅 I hope it’s okay.

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“Y’know this can be considered kidnapping,” Levi jokes from the passenger seat.

You place one hand over your chest, feigning shock as the other still grips the steering wheel. “I would never,” you continue before placing both hands back on the wheel. “Besides,” you briefly glance at him with a grin. “You came willingly.”

Levi saved you from a terrible fate, slicing the fingers off a titan before it had the chance to swallow you whole. After, you insisted that he come over to your place so you can make him a cup of tea. It’s the least you could do is what you told him. Levi’s not one to accept a gracious offer like this from a civilian but there was something about you that was inviting to him, and he couldn’t help but give in to his curiosity. You two spent the next hour talking. Well, it was mostly you doing the talking but you asked Levi questions and surprisingly he answered. After that initial meeting, you checked in on him from time to time. He got used to you popping in. Your visits became so frequent his squad knew you by name.

The rumbling followed shortly after and you didn’t hear from him for a little while. Of course you were worried. You surprised yourself, and him, by practically jumping on him the day he got back. Since then, you two have been closer than ever.

“Come on, you’re not even going give me the slightest hint?”

You fight back a chuckle as you answer. “Weren’t you a captain? Aren’t captains supposed to be patient?”

“I wouldn’t have gotten anything done as a captain if I were always patient now, would I?”

“Fair enough.” You look ahead at the road in front of you, appreciating the sight. It’s a nice evening, the sky has transitioned from a deep blue to an almost black. Sparkles of light are start to peek out.

“Stars.”

“What about them?”

“We’re going to see them.”

“I see them every night.”

“Not like this. We’re stargazing tonight.”

You drive down a deserted road; the light pollution fades away as you approach a lake. You see the brilliant shine of its water and smile.

“Okay, this should be fine.” You say before stopping the car. You don’t turn off the headlights so you can see what you’re doing. You grab Levi’s wheelchair from the bed of your truck and help him onto it before you wheel him right in front of the lake.

“Trying to drown me?” You can hear the smirk in his voice.

“I would never drown Humanity’s Strongest Soldier.” You say with a little more admiration than you mean to. Levi hums in response and you take it as your cue to get your seat. “Be right back!”

You feel a steady breeze hit you as you walk to and from the truck. You approach Levi with your chair in tow. His head is tilted upwards, towards the sky.

“So…what do you think?” You ask him as you take your place next to him.

“Not bad.” He nods to himself, seemingly admiring the stars scattered above him.

“Right?” You smile, gently nudging him with your elbow as you take in the view yourself. Your eyes jump from star to star. “Can you spot any of the constellations?”

You glance at Levi and you can see him scanning over the pattern of the stars for a moment before finding a familiar sight. “Orion.”

“Good eye.” You smile but it quickly drops when you realize what you just said, not wanting Levi to think you’re making fun of him. “Sorry, I didn’t mean-“

“It’s alright.” Levi cuts you off with a small chuckle. “I only have the one. I’m grateful it can still do its job.”

You sigh, relieved, and go back to admiring the stars. You both sit there in comforting silence for a while. The breeze starts to pick up and you feel the uncomfortable chill prickle at your skin. You don’t want to be the reason you two back up and go home so you try to subtly blow warm air into your hands. That, of course, does not go unnoticed by Levi.

“Cold?”

“A little but it’s okay -“

As if by reflex, Levi places a gentle hand over your cold one.

“Does that help?” He asks you, his eyes seemingly say they hope it does and it’s hard for you to answer because he’s so warm?

Levi interprets your lack of response for you not wanting his hand on yours so he ends up quickly pulling back. “Sorry.” He says quietly, the lightest pink coloring his cheeks. However, that doesn’t stop him from trying to help you. “We can also share my jacket if that’s better.” He tries to drape it over both yours and his knees but it isn’t long enough.

“Levi-“

“I don’t need it, it’s fine. You can stick your hands under it.” He drapes it just over your knees.

“Levi…” You start slowly, a smile in your voice. “How about we just,” You pick up his wrist, creating an opening so you can lean into him. Levi looks a bit startled but he follows your lead and wraps his arm around your shoulder. “And now the jacket can cover both of us. Is that okay?”

“T-that works.” He breathes out before he covers the both of you with his jacket.

There’s another moment of silence before Levi speaks once again. “Thank you.” He utters quietly.

“For what?” You ask him as you stare up at the sky.

“Showing me the stars.” ✨

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kamotecue · 9 months

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Katie mccabe fluff ???

her favorite constellation ★ k. mccabe

pairing: katie mccabe x reader

summary: in which katie mccabe is listening to the love of her life ramble about her favorite constellation, having a soft smile on her face as she listens.

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you were one of the smartest people your girlfriend has ever known, and one of the things she loves about you is when you ramble about things you love. the way you’d get so excited talking about the stars and the constellations, it always made a soft smile appear on her face.

“then, out of all of the stars or constellations you’ve mentioned love, which one is your favorite?” katie asked, you gave her a soft smile. you were in the middle of your backyard, a blanket was placed on the floor, with a picnic basket that contained a few snacks.

you looked through the telescope as you tried to locate orion, when you did you gestured katie to come closer which she did. she saw the outline of a person, who had a sword or a bow?

“that is the orion constellation, love.” you said, as katie hummed paying attention to you.

“tell me more about it?” katie asked, as she grabbed your hand playing with your fingers as you chuckled at her actions.

“the constellation that you saw is orion, it’s named after a hunter in greek mythology. it’s located on the celestial equator and is made up of bright young blue giants and supergiants, if i’m not mistaken.” you said, as katie looked at your eyes, and she saw you it sparked making her soft fondly at you.

“it is one of the most prominent and recognizable constellations in the sky and can be seen throughout the world, unlike some constellations that can be seen in a certain place.” you continued, as she intertwined your hands together, her thumb caressing your hand.

“are you listening?” you asked, just to confirm as she gave you a nod, looking into your eyes.

“according to one of the greek myths, he led a tragic life that ended when he stepped on a scorpion.” you heard katie chuckled as you looked at her with a confused but yet you understood why she laughed.

“don’t blame me, love it’s just what’s been told. continuing, the gods felt sorry for him, so they put him and his faithful dogs, canis major and canis minor, into the sky as constellations. the gods surrounded orion with celestial animals for him to hunt, like lepus, the rabbit and etc.” you gave katie a soft smile as she returned it.

“he was said to be in love with merope, one of the seven sisters known as pleiades, however she didn’t want anything to do with orion. the gods placed him into the sky forever chasing the pleiades, but never reaching them.” you said, as she scoffed at the ending.

“so he’s just going to keep chasing her, and never actually get the girl? what a load of bull-“ you placed a hand to her mouth as you felt her smile.

“that’s one of the stories, however we should head inside. it’s a bit chilly and i want some of your cuddles.” katie laughed, as she got up giving you a hand to which you accepted.

you spent the whole night watching one of her favorite movies, cuddling on the sofa.

#katie mccabe #katie mccabe imagine #katie mccabe x reader #woso imagine #woso x reader #woso one shot #arsenal wfc imagine

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whirligig-girl · 2 years

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D'v: "Hahaa... we're holding hands again... I’m so sorry I wasn't watching where I was going and I was just reading up on--well what I was reading wasn’t important--I was..."

T'l: silent Vulcan noises and depraved illogical thoughts

some artist’s notes and fic snippets below the break:

Getting the pose right was a nightmare!

I drew Tendi and T’lyn on different layers with different colors because otherwise it’d be too confusing. The mess going on in their legs and hands especially. It was a challenge to find a relatively natural looking pose that allowed their hands to match up without hiding anything important. I found i could draw a four-segment stick-figure limb connecting their shoulders, and that helped me get their arms right. The legs were also a mess to figure out, but mostly just because they’re a confusing mess of limbs--they don’t have to intertwine nice.

Also, T’lyn is going to make me learn to draw hands right I swear to god. I could not half-ass the hands on this one.

narrative snipets break:

at that second panel, when Tendi realizes what's happened and gets embarassed, she immediately like, tries to let go and raise her hands respectfully......... but t'lyn just... doesn't let go. for a moment.

Ray Daly’s contribution. (Actually Ray contributed to feedback while I was drawing it, but...)

Mariner: it couldn't have been that bad, tendi Tendi, still flustered: not that bad?? Not that bad?!? would it be fine if you tripped and Bradward’s D--?! Mariner: eekaaay! you've made your point!!

Earlier version when I thought I was finished:

It’s good to go the extra mile on your art. I think this plainer version would still have been fine, but since I went so far as to actually draw the background for a change, adding the dropped/thrown clutter (PADDs and Tricorder) helped a lot.

T’lyn and Tendi’s mess of legs was hard to differentiate (though adding the shading helps). I made Tendi’s pants slightly darker, though with the shading you can barely tell. I also gave them different boot colors. The original idea was that pure science officers have black and blue boots and medical officers have white and blue boots. We can see that in a few places in season 1. But it seems like they eventually abandoned that concept and just give all science officers white and blue boots. T’lyn is not a medical officer, so obviously she gets black boots. Technically since Tendi is in Senior Science Officer training instead of Medical, she should have black boots, but I gave her white boots so you could tell them apart more easily.

I wasn’t even going to add the facial expressions. I drew this to figure out which one I wanted to use:

Then I put it in the drawing.

But I just kept looking at the sketch and thinking “both are good. Both are good!”

So I made it two panels. Because of how the layers were set up this was easier said than done. But I managed it just fine in the end. I really like how she’s backlit by the ceiling lights in the inset panels. Some kind of like, contrast between the angelic goddess looking down at you and the reality that she’s an emotional mess who wears her emotions on her sleeve.

It was also really important to add the inset panels because I don’t want to give the impression that either Tendi is doing this on purpose nor any orion fem dom stereotypes. It’s way funnier and cuter if she just keeps accidentally finding herself in these scenarios, worried that T’lyn’s resentment for her is growing because SHE KEEPS AVOIDING ME OUTSIDE OF STUDY SESSIONS! AND WHEN WE MAKE EYE CONTACT SHE LOOKS AWAY! I FUCKED UP! but actually T’lyn is just struggling to control her mad nasty thoughts about just what she’d like to do to Tendi (she’d like to hold her hands some more)

Adding the inset panels lets me make sure Tendi’s character is adequately captured so she’s not just A Thing Happening To T’lyn.

The dropped PADDs and Tricorder make the scene seem more diagetic, and just more real/plausible. They’re busy looking at their PADDs and not looking where they’re going, see? The one that’s face down is T’lyn’s, the two face up are Tendi’s. The PADD screens are cropped screenshots from the show that have been edited and then skewed/rotated/rescaled into place

The first PADD is Tendi doing research on Vulcan touch telepathy (after being told by someone else what the significance of handholding is to Vulcans), the second one is actually breaking the fourth wall and addressing the viewer directly.

one of the last touches I added was to erase the line-art around her pupils, so the pupils would look smaller (aids to the feeling of shock) and add a nostril (Dunno why--I never draw nostrils on Lower Decks characters, but it just seemed correct in this case) and a little wrinkle on her eye. All this was added because, when I drew Tendi’s face, it felt more detailed than T’lyn’s for some reason (freckles I think?) and I felt I had to make them match.

T’lyn’s face here was fun and took a while to get right. She (and all Vulcans in Lower Decks) are usually half-lidded, but we see T’lyn’s kinda shock when Tendi grabs her hand in the One Canon T’lyndi Scene We Have At Least Until Next Year--even then she looks attentive, not necessarily shocked.

I just think it’s kind of cool that they both have non-red blood and colorful blush.

#T'lyndi #Tendi #T'lyn #if you like you should reblog; likes do nothing on tumblr #wlw #femslash #D'vana Tendi / T'lyn #D'vana Tendi x T'lyn #Star Trek #Star Trek Lower Decks #Lower Decks #premarital hand holding #Orion #Vulcan #LWD #LOW #LDS

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venusthepirate · 2 years

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like any unloved thing part two : the other woman

Author’s note : here we go ! I listened to the other woman by Lana del Rey on repeat while writing this. Her songs just fit so well with Fawn’s character. I hope you enjoy this ! I'll try to post once a week, maybe sometimes it'll take me longer because of college, but I promise to post regularly ^^

please tell me what you thought !!

Part one \ ao3

masterlist : @avocado-writing @little-sunflower-bug @evangelineflowers @humbug5 @yume904 @sarcastic-sourwolf

Fawn remembers perfectly the first time she met him. More accurately, the first time he hired her. First meetings are everything after all. So, she wasn’t exactly surprised when her handler told her she had a new client, and that he wanted to meet her first.

“Sure”, she replied, easily, balancing her phone on one shoulder, pressed against her ear, as she busied herself with washing a plate. “Where does he want to meet ?”

It’s not the most unusual thing, for clients to want to meet her first. They probable want to… Assess her, and what their money is going to be spent on, which she can understand.

Her handler had given her the name of the hotel, the one where they always meet after that. She already knew the place, and how expensive it was. So, she’d resorted to dress up a bit, with a nice enough dress, without doing too much : this was just a first meeting, after all.

The room this time had been the seventh. She’d knocked before letting herself in.

He had been sitting on one of the velvet chairs, with a glass of whiskey in his hand. From the first glance she had of him, she could tell he was tall. His hair was dark, slicked back, his moustache perfectly trimmed. He wore navy dress pants and a light blue shirt, the top buttons undone at the collar and sleeves rolled back around his elbows. At first, he looked like all the rich, handsome men who had hired her in the past, but then Fawn spied on the tattoos on his arms, the garnish rings on his fingers. Not quite, then.

She’d met his eyes, then. She had been startled, in spite of herself, by the blue.

“Hi”, she said. “I’m Fawn.”

One of his eyebrows had quirked up, almost as if he was surprised.

“Fawn”, he repeated. He had a British accent, voice smooth. “You can call me Orion.”

You can call me Orion was a bit of cryptic answer. Something told her it wasn’t his real name. People usually said “I’m Orion”, or “my name is Orion”. “You can call me”, though, it wasn’t exactly the same.

“Sure. Well, nice to meet you, then”, she replied, trying not to appear too thrown off.

“Oh, yeah, you can sit, if you want”, he said, waving at the seats in the room.

Fawn nodded, sitting down in one of the comfy chairs, facing him. He took a sip of his drink, his rings clinking against the glass.

“Is Fawn your real name ?” He asked, looking at her.

She shrugged. “Is Orion ?”

The corner of his mouth twitched. He looked… Amused.

“Fair point”, he said. “Did the other woman tell you why you’re here, or…”

She frowned. That didn’t sound exactly good. She really hoped it wasn’t a weird fetish or something. God knew how many of those people had.

“No, not really”, she told him, cautiously.

“Right.” He cleared his throat, rubbed at the back of his neck. He looked less assured now. “So, I have what could be considered as a very… fucking time consuming and stressful job.” He chuckled, as if there was a joke in here somewhere. “Look, I just don’t have the time for all the relationship bullshit, and also I don’t really want a relationship, but it’d be nice to, you know, have someone to confide in, the fuckin’… Comfort, affection, whatever you want to call it.”

Fawn was a bit taken aback by his rambling. Also, that wasn’t really what she was expecting.

“So you want me to give you… Affection, then ?”

“Yep”, he said, downing the rest of his drink in one go, head thrown back.

“No sex ?”

“Yeah, no, I don’t need you for that”, he replied, almost in a scoff.

Fawn didn’t get embarrassed about her job anymore. She used to, back when she first started. She would get ashamed, wouldn’t like when people spoke of it directly. It was as much a taboo for her as it was for everyone. But this was in the past, though. Still, it absolutely pissed her off when people, even more so when they were fucking clients, get all condescending and haughty about it.

She knew a good lot of her clients think it. Some might pity her, some downright looked down on her. They could think what they wanted, as long as they didn’t speak it.

“Look, you’re hiring a hooker, so if you can’t get over what I do for a living, I think it’s best if we don’t do this”, she told him, bluntly.

He seemed taken aback.

“That’s not…” He shook his head. “That’s not what I meant, I’m sorry.” She waited for some kind of elaboration. He raked a hand through his hair, looking away. “I just… I already have fucking hook-ups, but they just want… Sex. It’s just sex, and I just want something that is not that.”

She nodded, slowly.

“Alright. Sorry about that.”

He batted a hand at her.

“You’re fine”, he told her dismissively. “So, are you okay with this, then ?”

“Sure. Not everyday someone hires me for something other than sex, you know, but okay.”

“What, am I the first client who doesn’t want to fuck you ?” He had asked, the hint of a smirk on his lips.

“Honey, everyone wants to fuck me”, she had told him.

Now, it’s been one months or so since Fawn last saw him, when he told her he was going to Bolivia. The days got colder and shorter. There’s always a bowl of tangerines on the counter of her kitchen, nowadays. She has to admit, they’re very good fruits. She likes the joke of it, too, even though she doesn’t have anyone to share it with.

She’s working her day-job, in a small coffee shop, something cozy, a bit hidden in a corner. She likes that it’s never overpacked with people : only regulars come here. She likes the free drinks, too. Her whole day working here is spent making herself chai lattes and other cinnamon-based drinks, serving the rare clients, and fiddling with the playlist. Today, she settles on some jazz, sat behind the counter as she watches the few people sat inside, and the rest of the world walking by the windows.

She doesn’t make a habit of answering her phone when she’s on a shift, but the day is so slow that when it rings from where she put it, in the pocket of her apron, she doesn’t really think about it when answering.

“Your client Tangerine wants to know if you’re available tonight”, her handler tells her in way of greeting.

Oh. So, he’s back in town.

“I think I already have a client tonight”, Fawn replies.

There’s some conversation on the other side, but she can’t make out what’s being said. She must have him on the line.

“He says he’ll pay double”, her handler finally speaks again.

Double.

Right. Shit.

“Alright”, she sighs. It’s actually better than what she had envisioned her night to go, but she just hopes he won’t make her cancel on other clients as a habit. She can’t really say no to a double pay, though.

“Room 9, this time”, and the line disconnects.

Fawn stares at her phone for a moment after that, until one of the customers comes to ask for a refill. She smiles, slipping her phone back in her pocket, and busies herself with making the drink, something with coffee and a lot of caramel syrup.

When she finally leaves the coffee shop, the night has already set outside. She pulls her fur coat tighter around her. She’s glad she settled on a long skirt instead of a short one, but she’s kind of regretting not choosing pants for today. She decides on heading to the hotel now ; she doesn’t feel like making a detour to stop at her apartment.

The hall is packed when she arrives, much more than the last time she was there. Probably because it’s a bit early, and of the cold weather. She stays rooted in the entrance, overwhelmed with the smell of hot chocolate in the air and the heat of the room. It’s a comforting scent.

She’s glad for her outfit : she looks less like an outsider than last time. The girl from a month ago isn’t here when she approaches the reception desk. It’s a man. He gives her a quick glance, up and down, and then hands her the card key dismissively. As she rides the elevator, she wonders if he guessed why she was here. She wouldn’t be surprised if he was used to girls like her coming in here to see clients.

The room is plunged in the dark when she comes in, but this time, there’s no light coming from other rooms. She frowns, setting her bag done on the couch and looking around.

“Tangerine ?” She calls out, cautiously.

“Here”, a voice says, behind her.

She whirls around, startled, heart missing a beat. He’s leaning against a wall behind her. She can’t make out his face.

“Jesus”, she hisses, pressing a hand against her chest. “Why are you standing in the dark like that ? You almost gave me a heart attack.”

“Sorry”, he murmurs, his head hung low. There’s a slur in his voice.

Fawn frowns.

“Are you drunk ?” She asks.

He inches away from the wall with a hum, raising a hand to show her the glass he’s holding.

She takes a step back when he comes closer. She doesn’t trust people, and she trust them even less when they’re inhibited. She never accepts drunk clients, and he is not going to be the exception.

“I think it’s best if I come back later, alright ?” She tells him, grabbing her bag from where she had put in on the couch and inching towards the door.

“No, wait, wait, fuck, fuckin’ hell”, he curses, stumbling on his feet. There is panic in his voice, and that makes her stop. She watches as he sinks onto to the couch, defeated, and buries his head into his hands.

She stays rooted in place, halfway between the door and the living-room. But she doesn’t leave, in spite of herself.

Fuck.

“What’s wrong ?” She asks him, the words leaving her mouth before she can stop herself. Her feet take her further back inside, and she flicks the lights on. He nearly flinches.

His arm is in a sling, the wrapping crinkling the fabric of his shirt. She hadn’t noticed in in the dark. There are dark bruises underneath his eyes, and his hair is a mess of curls falling on his face, so different from the way he usually pulls them back.

He looks utterly disheveled, and lost.

She sets her bag down again, and slowly approaches him, standing in front of him. His head is hung low, and she can see the way his shoulders rise and fall heavily. She brushes her palm against the side of his face, and when he doesn’t pull away from her touch, she gently angles his face up so that she can look at him.

“You’re a mess”, Fawn tells him, bluntly.

He lets out a snort, but doesn’t say anything in return.

“What happened to you ?” She murmurs, brushing the curls out of his face. He closes his eyes, looking pained, but leans against her hand. His face is daunted, and Fawn can see the tiredness in his features.

“Just…”, he starts, breaking off. “Please, don’t go.”

He hangs his head down, hiding again, pressing his forehead against her ribcage. She curls her fingers around the hair at his nape, brushing them back and forth on his skin. His shoulders shudder, and the next breath he takes sounds rattled against the silence of the room.

He doesn’t answer her question, but she doesn’t really expect him to. He’s never really confided in her, and he isn’t going to start now. Allowing her to see him this way, to give him the physical comfort he so craves, is already making him vulnerable enough. Talking and putting into words would make it another special brand of real.

Whatever it is that he does, whatever prevents him from being able to get affection from someone else, someone he doesn’t have to pay for, seems dangerous. No one would have that many scars from just… Sitting a desk job. Fawn had wondered if maybe he was in the army at some point, but it would be something hard to miss. Former soldiers are easily noticed.

She doesn’t want to know what caused those injuries. But she can’t help but ask.

She’s heard stories, though, about girls being told too much from shady clients. It never ends well for them. She doesn’t want to be a part of them, doesn’t want to become a mere story used to warn others.

She can’t help but be curious, though. Curiosity killed the cat, and whatnot.

“C’mon”, she murmurs. “Let’s get you to bed, alright ?”

She helps him stand up, and he goes obediently, following her into the bedroom, flopping down on the bed when she tells him to sit. She unbuttons his shirt for him, the skin of his chest warm every time her fingers brush against it.

It’s weird, undressing someone just for the sake of undressing them. She’s not used to the simple… Domesticity of it.

When she finally manages to get the shirt off him, careful not to disturb the sling holding his wounded arm, he collapses forward against her, pressing his face into her shoulder. She holds him back, one hand holding the side of his head, the other curling around his shoulders to settle on his hair. She feels him take a deep, ragged inhale. There’s something wetting her top, where his face is buried into it. She doesn’t say anything.

His shoulders shake, and she shushes him, gently, caressing his hair.

He feels… fragile, beneath her. Like he’s breaking apart in her touch, and she’s desperately trying to keep the pieces of him together. Tangerine’s usually solid, warm, almost like something unmovable. Now, it’s almost like he’s disintegrating into dust and she’s grappling for him to keep him from scattering in the air.

She doesn’t like the way it makes her feel.

She feels close to tears. She blinks them away, staring up at the ceiling. Tangerine may not be used to be touched the way she touches him, but she isn’t used to touch someone the way she touches him either. To care for someone is something… Foreign. Like an old reflex that you thought you had forgotten, only to realize it hadn’t.

The loneliness inside her chest suddenly hurts, as if someone just gripped her heart and carved a hole in her ribcage. She swallows around the sudden lump in her throat.

Fawn doesn’t like to admit it, but she’s lonely. She always is. It’d be difficult not to be, in her line of work. The clients want her body, and other people just wouldn’t understand, so she just… Keeps them at arm’s length.

She feels like the other woman in that song, sometimes. The clients, once they leave, they go back to their families and their homes. Fawn, though, well. She goes home to no one, and nothing. At the end of the day, she’s alone.

Sex is easy. She knows what the clients want : they don’t expect any sort of feelings involved in it. Sometimes they want the illusion of it, but it’s just what it is : an illusion. She doesn’t really care about them, she’s not paid to do so.

Comfort and affection are… Something else. It requires a certain amount of vulnerability, even from her. The lines get blurry.

And with Tangerine… She feels a sort of kinship. He’s like her, in a way. Lonely.

***

When she wakes up, the next morning, the bed is empty. She finds Tangerine outside on the balcony, smoking. He’s still naked from the waist up. She wonders, briefly, how he managed to light his cigarette with one arm.

She slides the patio doors open and steps outside to join him.

It’s still early : the sun is barely peeking out. The air is chilly, her breath forming a little puff of condensation, but at least it helps fully waking her up.

She comes to stand next to him. He doesn’t say anything, simply takes another drag, the smoke twirling above his head.

Wordlessly, she extends her hand for the cigarette. He passes it to her, glancing at her, before looking away quickly.

She takes a drag, letting the hot smoke settle in her lungs.

“I’m sorry about yesterday”, he finally murmurs, shuffling a bit on his feet.

She looks at him for a moment, the cigarette hanging from her fingers. He doesn’t look back, but he must feel the weight of her eyes on him.

She sighs, taking another drag, and turns away to stare at the city. The sky is painted in a pale pink, the clouds almost golden. It’s a beautiful sight.

“It’s okay”, she finally replies, quietly. “Just… I don’t want my clients to be drunk when they hire me, alright ?”

He glances at her. She doesn’t flinch away from his gaze, and he nods. She hands him back the cigarette, their fingers brushing, and watches the way his throat moves as he swallows.

“Drunk father ?” He asks.

The question surprises her. She has half a mind not to answer him.

“Addict brother”, she replies, eventually, quiet. The admission floats between them, heavy. She doesn’t look at him, throat suddenly dry and choked up.

She’s never said it aloud before.

“My father was a drunk”, Tangerine tells her. “Still fucking loved him, all that… bullshit, you know. My brother, though, he kinda hates him. Maybe because he’s the eldest or shit.”

It’s the most he’s ever said to her about himself.

Fawn turns away so he doesn’t see her expression.

They lapse into silence, until she feels like she can speak again, without her voice doing anything embarrassing like wobbling and breaking.

“How was Bolivia ?” She asks.

She regrets asking immediately when she sees the way the line of his shoulders tenses. He lets out a chuckle, bringing the cigarette to his mouth. There’s no humor behind the sound.

“Fuckin’ terrible”, he says, after a moment. He flicks the cigarette off the edge of the balcony and rakes a hand through his hair. Fawn reaches for him to grasp his hand. He stills, looking at her as if surprised, and immediately relaxes against her touch. His fingers are cold. She drops a kiss against his knuckles.

“C’mon”, she tells him. “It’s freezing, let’s go back inside.”

She takes them back inside the bed, tucking the sheets around them both. He curls up next to her, breath shaky. She simply holds his hand, until he falls back asleep.

She watches him for a moment. His face is lax, in his sleep, soft, no tension or pain. She wonders how he is with his brother. She wonders if his brother looks like him, or if he acts the same way as he does.

The thought of brothers steers her to her own, so she closes her eyes and tries to think of something else. She won’t be able to fall back asleep, but she can get a little more rest.

When the clock starts inching towards ten a.m., she carefully extricates from him, making sure not to wake him. She pulls her skirt back on, adjusting it around her waist, and shrugs her cardigan on, buttoning it.

Tangerine starts stirring awake when she starts pulling her boots on.

“You leaving ?” He grumbles, voice laced with sleep.

“Yeah, I have a shift at eleven”, she replies, finishing zipping up her right boot.

“A shift ? He repeats.

“I work in a café.”

She probably shouldn’t have shared any more personal information.

“Oh”, Tangerine says, sounding surprised.

She hears him shuffle in the bed, and when she turns back towards him, he’s pulling a stack of bills from God knows where.

“Here”, he tells her, handing her a part of it. Just by eyeballing it, she can see that it’s way more than double.

“That’s way more than my usual rates”, she says.

He shrugs, unbothered.

“Look, I don’t want your… Pity, or whatever this is”, she insists, trying to hand him back the money.

He frowns.

“It’s not.”

She shakes her head, incredulous.

“It’s too much”, she repeats.

“Jesus, it’s not fucking pity”, he sighs. “You don’t take drunk clients. I was fucking drunk. Take it, alright ? Just let me… Apologize with fucking money.”

She snorts, in spite of herself. She eyes him for a while, before giving up and stuffing the bills inside her bag. He grins, for the first time since she came in the room. She’s glad for it.

“Alright, take care of yourself, alright ?” She tells him. He opens his mouth to answer, but she cuts him before he can say a word. “I don’t know what the fuck you do for a living, and I don’t want to know, but be careful.”

His grin widens.

“Is that concern ?” He asks, sounding like the cat that got the cream.

She rolls her eyes, clicking her tongue.

“Just concern about losing my source of income”, she retorts, shaking her bag full of money for emphasis.

“Wouldn’t want that to happen”, he nods, sagely, still smiling.

#tangerine x reader #tangerine x oc #tangerine bullet train #bullet train tangerine #lemon and tangerine #bullet train #bullet train 2022 #bullet train fic #aaron taylor johnson

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thiawen · 4 months

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Febuwhump Day 9

Prompt: Bees

Fandom: Star Trek AOS

Warning: Allergic Reaction

@febuwhump

Jim is standing on the sidewalk, waiting for Spock, when three children careen around the corner at top speed. They slam into Jim, childish laughter giving way to startled shrieks.

He wraps his arms around them instinctively, protective .He twists his body as they fall, turning away from the unforgiving stone. They have a much softer landing on a flower bed where they land with a cloud of pollen and petals.

He feels a sharp momentary sting on his neck but ignores it.

They lay there for a moment, the children stunned silent, dread slowly crawling across their faces.

That won’t do.

He laughs and grins at them. “Are you guy okay? You came out of nowhere! I’ve never been taken down so fast! I think you girls could teach my security guys a thing or two!”

Reassured they aren’t in trouble, he soon has a lap full of giggling girls clamoring to introduce themselves. Sophie was human with red hair and green eyes. Xisa was Andorian, her snow white hair up in two adorable little buns. Baela was Orion, her green skin and hair made her look like a personification of spring.

“Captain, are you alright?”

Spock was standing above them, concern shining through his Vulcan mask.

“We’re fine, Spock,” he grinned at up at his first officer. “Just a small tumble.”

The words are barely out of his mouth before he is overcome with a coughing fit.

“I think,” he gasps between coughs, “I breathed in too much pollen.”

The children are patting his back, worried and trying to be helpful.

They really are too cute.

“Then I believe it would be beneficial to remove yourself from the source.” Spock hauls him to his feet just as a young woman runs round the corner.

“Oh my goodness! Captain Kirk! Are you alright?! I’m so sorry! They ran ahead and I couldn’t keep up! Girls! You apologize for running into Captain Kirk!”

Jim waves away the apologies, more concerned with his growing difficulty in catching his breath.

“No harm done. I’m just glad they’re alright.” He can barely get the words out.

“Jim.”

Spock grabs his hand from where he had been unconsciously scratching at his neck. Jim feels breathless for more than one reason.

Spock leans in close and touches his neck. “I believe you have been stung by an insect. Logically, a bee would be the most likely culprit.”

“A bee?” He gasps, feeling himself pale. “I’m allergic to bees.”

———

Spock met with his captain everyday for a meal. Some days they had every meal together. When the weather was fair, they would meet in the park and take a stroll to nearby cafe. The fresh air and exercise was beneficial to Jim’s continued recovery.

Spock had been running late, a circumstance he was not pleased with. He knew his captain would not mind, but more and more Spock loathed anything that took away his time with Jim.

He had just set eyes on his captain when he had seen three young children run into him. Jim’s training prevailed and he maneuvered them safely. The worry he felt was immediate and immense.

Jim was still recovering from his death and resurrection. A fall, even a controlled one, could be serious.

His worry seemed to be founded, though not for the reasons he at first assumed.

Allergic. He felt his heart begin to race in alarm.

“Elucidate on the severity of your allergies.” He demanded.

Spock knew the answer before Jim spoke. His lips were tinged blue as he wheezed. “Deathly.”

Spock did not hesitate.

He scooped Jim into his arms and began to sprint in the direction of the hospital.

“Call the hospital!” He yelled behind him to the children’s caretaker. “Tell them I’m on the way with Captain Kirk!”

Jim clutched at Spock’s shirt as he struggled to breathe.

“Spock.” He gasped.

It sounded just like before. In the warp core.

Spock ran, uncaring of the people or obstacles in his path. He was close.

When Spock felt Jim’s breathing cease, so did his own.

#febuwhumpday9 #star trek fic #Star Trek aos #k/s #Spirk #my writing #my fanfiction #febuwhump 2024 #febuwhump2024 #star trek #Spock #james t kirk #james kirk #jim kirk #kirk/spock #prompt fill

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sam24 · 5 months

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To Pluto and Back

Summary: Steve tells you he loves you to the moon and back. You tell him that's a sucky way to express love.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x fem!reader

*****

Steve looked up at your finger pointing to the starry night sky, as you two laid on the soft grass that was dancing with the light breeze.

He could barely focus on what you were saying. The warmth of your body pressed against his, the sweet smell of your shampoo, and the way you leaned into his chest like there was no place you’d rather be were enough for Steve to forget everything going on in the world.

“There’s Orion’s belt. Do you see it? That thing over there?”

Steve hummed in agreement, even though all he was seeing in that moment was the beautiful way the moon shone on your face.

“Stevie, you’re not even looking.” You turned your face to give him a disappointed look, but the pure adoration in his eyes caught you by surprise.

“I love you.” Steve declared.

It definitely wasn’t the first time he said those words, but his loving look and content smile still made you blush.

He looked at you.

He scanned your whole face, trying to implant it in his mind forever.

Your dimpled cheeks, radiant skin, rosy lips, the tiny scar on your face, everything.

Suddenly feeling a little self-conscious, you buried your face into his chest.

“Steeeeeve.” You dragged out, your voice slightly muffled by his shirt. “This is why I can never bring you with me to stargaze.”

“Fine, little Miss Science Nerd.” Steve teased as you pulled your face out of his chest, looking into your eyes with his baby blue ones.

If you looked long enough, you could even see the gentle waves crashing in them.

“Let me try to help you understand in your language.” He smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips, filled with pure love and calmness. “I love you to the moon and back.”

“That’s it?”

Steve was caught by surprise, his eyebrows furrowed and slightly frowning.

You tried to hide the smile tugging at the corner of your mouth.

“That’s only about 500,000 miles.”

Steve sighed, shaking his head with a chuckle.

“I’m not kidding!” You pushed his shoulder (ignoring the fact he didn’t move even an inch). “Some poor sap probably asked his girl how much she loved him, and she wanted to let him down gently and said that. And it clearly backfired.”

Steve nodded with a teasing grin. “Of course.”

“Really though! Never tell a girl that. Ever.”

“Fine then. Why don’t you tell me how much you love me?”

“Well, I’ll have you know that I love you to Pluto and back.” A smug grin sat on your face. “Since, clearly, I’m the only one in this relationship who feels something.”

Steve rolled his eyes with a playful grin. “Okay then. In that case, I love you to Pluto and back and back and back again.”

“To Pluto and back and back and back again? Damn, Rogers. If you drove, that’s about . . .”

Your eyes scrunched up into that adorable concentrated look he absolutely loved while your fingers moved as if you were counting something.

“. . . 25,000 years. You sure you’re up for that?”

Steve smiled, putting his hands on your cheeks, the playfulness gone. “Anything for you.”

He pulled you into a gentle kiss, both your lips locking together like an all-too familiar puzzle. His right hand rested on your hip and his left arm was snaked under you as he pulled you in even closer.

When you two finally pulled away, Steve wrapped his arms around you and pulled you in, both of you wanting to feel the warm presence of each other.

And in that moment, it felt like home. After losing everything he had and fighting for so long, he finally felt like he had a home. With you. He pressed a kiss to your hair, grateful for his fortune the day on the street when your dog came bounding towards him with a wagging tail and you running behind with a mouthful of apologies.

You smiled into his chest as he gently played with your hair, the breeze blowing across your face, the grass tickling your toes, and the bright stars looking down on you two with a smile.

All you could hear was the calm pattering of his loving heart.

Your voice broke the silence.

“Actually, make that 35,000 years, considering the fact you drive like an old man.”

#fluff #steve rogers x reader #marvel fanfiction

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serenpedac · 2 months

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Metamorphosis

Words: ~800

Rating: Teen and up

Relationship: Mina/Mason

Warnings: None

On a star-filled and chilly night, Mason finds Mina watching out over the bay near Wayhaven.

Notes

For @lovelyfoolish, because you’re a wonderful person and I wanted to give you a little something. I hope I did Mina and Mason justice <3

There are many versions of myths surrounding Orion. In this fic, I’m referring to this one.

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The moonlight glitters on the rippling water of the bay. The onset of a breeze scatters the moving mosaic further, the light breaking, refracting patches of silver against the darkness of the water.

Mina pushes her hands deeper into her coat pockets at the stinging chill in the air. The wind is stronger here, on top of the cliff that shelters Wayhaven’s bay. She hadn’t noticed how it had picked up, shielded as she had been, first by the houses of the town, then by the narrow patch of forest, as her feet trod the familiar path of one of her old routes.

There is no real need for her to patrol, not with Unit Bravo stationed here, and not with how quiet things have been as of late. A quietude she should be grateful for—she is, she is—yet she can’t help but feel like it’s little more than a superficial stillness, like the mesmerising surface of the water of the bay hiding the currents below. Too much has happened, too much has changed, for her to trust she can rest now.

She startles at the sound of footsteps on the seashell path and twists around to find Mason several steps away.

“What the hell are you doing out here?” he asks, closing the remaining distance. His shoulders are tense as if he would fight off the cold.

She lifts a shoulder in something like a shrug. “This used to be the outermost part of my rounds.”

It’s not really an answer, and, eyebrows drawn together in a tight frown, he examines her, relaxing a fraction when he finds— She’s not sure what he sees on her face, but it’s enough for him to join her in her silence.

As the moment stretches on, her gaze is drawn to the horizon, where the bay opens up to the ocean. There’s a tug in her chest, a feeling of falling, or maybe of the currents pulling her along out into those unknown depths.

A glance to her side reveals Mason with his hands pushed into his pockets like a mirror image of her. Unlike her, his gaze is fixed up at the stars speckling the sky. High above the dark water of the ocean, the three stars of Orion’s belt burn a cold blue-white.

How fitting, she thinks, that he would look up to the sky with its near eternal stars, while she would be tied to the deep waters here, earth-bound and mortal.

“Did you know,” she begins, her voice soft, “that according to the legends, Orion was the son of Poseidon, god of the ocean?”

Mason doesn’t turn to her, but his hand skims hers. Once, enough to let her know he’s listening.

“It’s said that he was killed by the hand of his lover, Artemis, while swimming in this very ocean. Her brother had tricked her into doing it out of jealousy. Heartbroken, she placed Orion in the sky to grant him immortality, even if it meant they couldn’t be together anymore.”

“That’s a pretty depressing story, sweetheart.”

It is, isn’t it? She hadn’t meant for it to be. “It’s a story about love,” she says, though what was maybe meant as reassurance is tinged deeply with melancholy.

Mason scoffs, looks at her. His grey eyes are swirling with— something. It reminds her of how he had looked at her months ago, that look that had drawn a confession from her, her hands shaking as she uttered how she didn’t want to die. He had told her she wouldn’t. He wouldn’t let her die. Is he thinking about those words now?

Moving slowly, he reaches out to push her hair behind her ear, his fingers brushing along the shell of her ear until reaching the small hoop of her earring, where he pulls back. She exhales at the loss of contact.

“It’s a story about some gods and their foolish quarrels.” Pale moonlight and shadows play over his features. Barely visible against those stark contrasts are the freckles dotting his skin, little flecks that soften the sharp lines of his face.

Mina strokes his cheekbone with her thumb, and his eyelids flutter closed for a moment at her touch. Cupping his jaw, she leans in to press her lips against his wind-chilled cheek, feeling the way his mouth curves into a smile. When he wraps his arms around her, she slips her hands underneath his jacket to tangle her fingers into his shirt, the delicately woven fabric soft and warm.

Mason’s head is tipped down, his hair falling forward to tickle her face as she leans her forehead against his. Breathing in the same air, they stay like that while the stars wheel overhead and the tide of the ocean ebbs and flows.

#please bear with me as i don't write M very often #serenwrites

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lovecatsandaliens · 1 year

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— my fave bluelance quotes <3

“I’m going to put myself between you and death at every chance I get, and maybe that scares you, but it doesn’t scare me, Blue. It gives me a purpose I’ve never had before, and I never want to let go of it.”

“The girl was important. She was the centre of the universe, a goddess who ruled me, and I gladly submitted to that rule. She was fury and light and a taste so sweet I would never forget it.”

All I knew for sure was when I was with him, it felt like the stars were singing our names.

I had to make it through this for her. My final light. The girl who was worth a thousand years in hell.

She was the sun embodied and I’d spent so long in the dark, all I wanted was a few moments in its heat.

She was a goddess who had so easily plucked my heart from my chest, deciding whether or not she wanted to take a bite out of it.

Because this girl was everything good in the world I’d been missing and I had to know what it felt like to drown in her. Even if it meant my downfall. Even if I corrupted her to her core.

“You always have so much faith in me.”

“You’re a queen destined to rule. I knew that the first moment I saw you.”

He loved me. Lance Orion loved me. And I loved him back with every corner of my heart and all the spaces in between.

“When I’m queen, I’m going to buy you this library,” I decided and he lifted his head, his eyes sparkling with surprise. “Then you can do whatever you like with these books, because they’ll be all yours.”

Because she awoke something in me which I missed, and that part of me was begging for another day in the sun.

“I want you like I’ve never wanted anything or anyone. And I will fight to make you mine, no matter what it takes. No force in Solaria will rip us apart.”

Darcy's eyes locked with mine and my lungs compressed. Why was it so fucking difficult to cut her out of me? One look was enough to make me consider risking everything I’d ever worked for.

“For you, anything’s worth it,” he said and my heart broke because I knew he meant it and it was almost too much to bear.

“If you hurt her, I’ll kill you. I don’t care if you’re an Heir or if I end up in Darkmore Penitentiary for the rest of my fucking life. I’ll take any fate for her, so just remember that when you’re playing your little game, Capella.”

“He kissed me like he wasn't allowed to kiss me, but if he didn't he'd die”

“I’m supposed to be some all-powerful Phoenix but look at me now. I’m nothing.”

“You are everything,” I said firmly.

I miss her too. I miss her in every moment of every minute of every day. I will always miss her.

I just needed it to stop. All of it. I couldn’t believe after all this time I still felt like this. Like the world began and ended with him and I would never belong to any other man.

“You are meant for the sunlight, Lance Orion. So you’ll stand with me in it or else we’ll stay in the dark together.”

“I knelt for Darcy in the arena,” I admitted, staring him straight in the eye. “She is my queen, whether that be by the choice of the stars or a fate carved by my own hand. I was always meant to kneel for her.”

“She was my sunshine after an eternal winter.”

That girl could bring about an apocalypse on this world, and I knew in my heart that she could defend herself. She was a force of nature, a fucking hurricane.

“Look at him. He’d find a way to lasso the sun out of the sky and bring ruin on us all if it saved you from Lavinia’s curse.”

She was the summer sun after the longest winter of my life and all I wanted to do was bask in her glow.

“I loved you when your soul shone with all the starlight in the night sky, and I’ll love you now when your soul is the blackest you’ve ever known. I will love you whole and I’ll love you in pieces.”

#bluelance #zodiac academy #darcy vega #lance orion #lance Darcy #pro bluelance #bookaholic #books #book quotes #bookaddict #booknerd #books & libraries #books and reading #booktumblr #booklr #book tropes

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herosplatling-replica · 1 year

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astronomy lesson

Freya wakes up on the roof in the middle of the night. Tartar tells her about its new hobby.

924 words, no general warnings

It's the middle of the night when Freya's jolted awake. The cold night air is almost freezing on her skin as she blinks, feeling a drip of that bioluminescent blue ink fall out of her eyes.

"Shit," her mouth moves on its own as Freya scrambles to get a better hold on a tile. "I knew I should've- damn it. It's fine, go back to sleep, Freya."

"Tartar? What are we doing on the roof?" Freya asks, watching as the AI pilots their body to a safer spot. If she cranes her neck, she can spot a pile of haphazardly placed furniture on the ground floor stacked up to presumably let the AI climb up here in the first place.

"It's- shit." Freya watches as Tartar keeps its grip on a roof tile, adjusting to ensure they don't fall. "I must apologize. I should just go back insi-"

"Hey, you're not in trouble or anything. I promise." She can feel the tension in their body lessen slightly. "I'm just curious, that's all. If it's too personal, I can just go back to sleep."

Tartar doesn't respond, but adjusts itself to sit upright on the roof. "I am aware that your neighbors consider this behavior odd, but… I am stargazing."

"You are?"

"Affirmative." The AI quiets down as it lays down on the roof, watching the stars.

"Huh. I didn't realize you took an interest in that sort of thing, Tartar."

The AI huffs out a laugh at that. "It is a little preposterous for an information bank to have 'interests,' but I suppose it is one."

The two of them share a quiet moment as Freya's eyes scan the stars. She can tell the AI is tracing something out, but isn't sure of the shape.

"What are you looking for?" Freya asks at last.

"Orion's belt. From there, Orion the Hunter." Tartar traces out the line with a finger, well aware that Freya can follow along that way. "Follow the bow's path, and you'll find Taurus."

"Who's Orion?"

"A hunter from Greek mythology. I believe you would call him a pathetic excuse of a hunter, though. He was not very valorous." Tartar lets out a chuckle at that, refocusing its gaze on the stars. "That isn't the only interpretation of the constellation, though. There's a different version of who that figure is that varies from human culture to human culture. Some cultures believe Orion's Belt to be sacred animals, or figures of importance in their respective religions."

"That's interesting. And Taurus?"

"Taurus is from the Western Zodiac. It takes the shape of a bull and is associated with many ancient human cultures. Sumerian, Akkadian, Assyrian, Babylonian… you name it."

Freya quiets as Tartar continues to trace out constellation after constellation, the AI giving a brief explanation of the shape and culture that named it. The vigor in which Tartar talks about each set of stars paints a picture in Freya's heart that she cannot deny.

Tartar… misses humanity, doesn't it?

"Your turn," the AI huffs out, giving control over Freya's right arm back to her.

"My turn?" Oh, the constellations. Freya's eyes scan the stars, searching.

"They don't need to be human era constellations. I am just curious as to what your society makes of the star map." With that, Tartar gets comfortable on the roof, adjusting their left hand behind their head.

"There's the Rainmaker," Freya says, tracing the gun's shape with a faded barely green finger. "In its path is Baby Zapfish, then the Great Zapfish."

"Mhm?"

"And then south of the Great Zapfish are the three clans, the Eel, the Shark, and the Manta Ray." She couldn't tell if the AI was actually paying attention to her, but she kept going anyway. "Along the edge of the three clans is the Pinkfish, and the King Pinkfish… then further south, the primordial ancestors."

"And those are?"

"The Kraken and The Dofleini. Presumably the first of our kind to walk the earth."

Freya let her free hand rest on her stomach, watching the stars twinkle faintly. There were so many things she wanted to ask Tartar, but she felt the moment was fragile enough as is to disturb the peace. So for now, she was fine with being quiet, watching the night sky with the remnant of humanity's mechanical creation.

"Thank you, Freya. I have updated my information banks accordingly and added the constellations you shared with me under the Mollusc Era of star maps."

"Hey, don't mention it. I figured you wanted to know. Plus, you're a pretty good teacher."

"Hmm?"

Freya grins as she watches the sky, searching for Orion again. "I didn't think I'd be learning astronomy from you. This is nice. Thanks for the lesson, genuinely."

Tartar makes a quiet hum in response, the AI not finding much to say to that.

"Can I make a request though?"

"What would that be?"

"Next time you come up here, at least bring a jacket."

"...Yes, fair enough. I could do that."

"Awesome. Now, can you tell me more about one of those ancient human cultures?"

"Hah, eager to learn, aren't you? Very well."

She could feel herself starting to drift off halfway through the history of the Ancient Babylonians, but Freya could tell that the AI was smiling. Was this back and forth conversation fulfilling for it? Did it make Tartar feel better, even if only marginally?

Freya wasn't sure, but as she drifted off to sleep, the AI's hand laced together with Freya's.

"Good night, inkling."

"Good night, Tartar."

#splatoon #splatoon writing #agent 3 #captain 3 #commander tartar #my writing #drabble #freya #tartar #vela

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aquadestinyswriting · 4 months

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Titan Modern AU- Chapter Two

Summary: Meredith takes guard duty as seriously as she does everything else in this job. While giving a warning to an ill-informed youth, Meredith witnesses the shooting of a Torejar police officer. Her Field Medic training kicks in and she rushes over to assist.

Words: 1,712

Tags: @druidx, @sparrow-orion-writes @warriorbookworm, @thesorcerersapprentice, @blind-the-winds, @philosophika, @the-down-upside-finch, @hippiewrites

Warnings: shooting, blood, guns, violence, gunshot wounds, If I've missed anything please let me know.

Notes: This was a much tougher chapter to write than expected. There's a lot going on, but I've tried to keep everything as consistent as I possibly can. Also, yes, Meredith is using military time, as she rightly would.

Meredith steadfastly ignored the children that were doing everything in their power to try and make her move or speak,

“C’mon Larry, we’re gonna get in trouble.” one of them, a young pre-teen with blonde hair said, just as his companion took another step towards the woman. The taller of the two snorted disdainfully,

“Quit being such a wuss. It’s not like they can actually do anything!” he retorted. Meredith kept her eyes straight ahead, but was making a note of just how close the teenager was getting to her out of the corner of her eye. The teen stepped forward another two paces until he was standing directly next to Meredith, who still didn’t move. At least not until the kid reached out to try and grab her Shanter off her head. She quickly reached out, grabbed his wrist then quickly pushed him against the wall, twisting his hand behind his back,

“Bad move, kid. Lookin’ is fine, touching is a nono.” she stated. She glanced back to see what the blonde-haired kid was doing. He was standing rooted to the spot, face drained of colour. Meredith nodded to him then returned her attention to the teenager that was now struggling against her grip,

“Oi, geroff!” he complained, “So I reached out to touch you, that ain’t illegal!” he protested. Meredith shook her head,

“Actually, son, I think ye’ll find that it is.” she retorted, “Under Fangthane law, it’s illegal to harass an officer of the Stronghold Guardian Corps while they are on duty. Touching any part of the uniform counts, as does blocking their line of sight. I was just bein’ nice earlier.” she told him. The teenager snorted,

“Yeah, well we ain’t in Fangthane are we? This is Toreguarde and this is assault!” he cried. Meredith snorted,

“The Consulate counts as bein’ on Fangthane soil, pal. Now, I’ve every right to read you your rights and arrest you, but I’m feeling generous. I’m happy to let ye go with a warning, provided you don’t do it again.”

Meredith didn’t get to hear the youth’s reply as a lanky Fangthanian man wearing a rumpled suit rushed past, quickly followed by two Torejar people wearing what seemed to be leather duster jackets atop dark blue uniforms. Probably members of the Toreguarde police force then. The Fangthanian pulled out a gun just as he was about to round a corner, aiming for the woman. Right as he pulled the trigger, the tall, lanky man shoved his partner to the side. Two shots rang out, causing every civvy in the area to scream and run for cover. The man took both shots, one in his shoulder, the other in his leg, and fell to the floor.

Meredith immediately let go of the youth she had been warning and ran over to the prone officer, right as the other woman picked herself up. A crowd immediately began to form around the group as Meredith pulled the male officer’s coat open to have a look at his shoulder, then glanced down at his leg. Both were bleeding far more than she would have liked. She sucked in a breath through her teeth and looked up at the people milling around her. She pointed to one of them,

“You, call an ambulance!” she snapped, then pointed to another, “You, go in the front door of the Consulate. There’s a first aid kit on the wall on your immediate left. Grab it and bring it back here!” When neither person moved, Meredith growled, “Move it!” she snarled, already moving to place as much pressure on at least one of wounds the man had sustained as possible.

The two unwitting volunteers nodded, one pulling out a mobile phone, the other dashing off towards the Consulate. Meredith grimaced, realising she didn’t have enough hands to stop the man on the floor in front of her from bleeding out since she couldn’t reach his leg from her current position. She looked up again, noticing that the female officer was hovering uncertainly nearby, her face pale and hand hovering over the holster of her pistol,

“Oi! I need another pair of hands here! You want this man to bleed out or not?” Meredith snapped irritably.

The dark-skinned woman quickly shoon her head, as though coming out of a daze. She quickly knelt down next to her partner,

“Farren!” she yelped. She looked up at the other woman, “What do you need me to do?” she asked. Meredith gestured to the gunshot wound on the man’s leg,

“Put as much pressure on that as you can manage. With any luck I’ll be getting a hold of that damn first aid kit pretty soon, but I reckon that leg’s gonna need a tourniquet.” she replied. The officer nodded and placed her hands on her fellow officer’s leg. She winced at his hiss,

“Sorry, Farren.” she apologised. She looked over to the woman that was helping them, green eyes meeting blue,

“Thanks, I don’t know what I’d be doing if you weren’t on hand.” she said. Meredith shook her head, concentrating on the task at hand,

“Ye can thank me after we’ve got your pal here stabilised.” she replied. She looked up at the man with the mobile phone she’d directed to call for an ambulance, “How long?” she called. The businessman nodded, looked over to Meredith and placed his hand over the speaker,

“They’ll be here in two minutes.” he called back, quickly returning to the call. The woman that Meredith had told to get the first aid kit pushed through the crowd and handed the box to the Fangthanian woman,

“Here, is he going to be alright?” she asked. Meredith glanced up at her taking the box with one hand and opening it with practised ease,

“Hopefully.” she muttered. She pulled out a pack of gauze and a roll of bandages and quickly began patching the officer’s shoulder up. It wasn’t her best work, but it would have to do. She looked up at the crowd of people again, glancing briefly at the leg, which was still bleeding profusely through his partner’s hands,

“Anyone got a belt they can live withoot?” she called, her accent slipping with her rising anxiety as she felt the man’s breath begin to falter. Another businessman stepped forward, quickly unbuckling and unthreading the belt at his waist,

“I need a new one anyway.” he said, handing the item over. Meredith nodded, taking it. She shifted a little,

“Reckon you can keep some pressure on that shoulder for me while I try to tie this leg off?” she asked. The man nodded and quickly placed his hands on the bandage as Meredith took her hands away. Satisfied that the shoulder was taken care of Meredith shuffled next to the female officer,

“‘Scuse me.” she murmured, trying not to shove the other woman away too much as she manoeuvered into a position that would allow her to tie the belt around her patient’s thigh. The Torejar officer stared at Meredith as she worked. She opened her mouth to say something, but the sound of approaching sirens caused her to look in the direction they were coming from instead.

The paramedics were quick to take stock of the situation and thanked Meredith for her quick thinking and resourcefulness as they loaded the male officer onto a stretcher. Meredith groaned and dusted off her hands as she pulled herself up again. She looked over to the female officer, who was hovering nearby. She was pale and sweaty and half in shock, Meredith noticed.

“You gonna be alright?” she asked. The Torejar woman nodded, wiping her bloodied hands on the towel one of the paramedics had handed her,

“I will be.” she said. She looked up at Meredith and held out a hand, “Thank you. You’ve saved the life of a good detective.” Meredith shrugged and shook the offered hand,

“I was only doing my duty.” she replied, “Part and parcel of being part of the SGC, Miss..” she trailed off, eyeing the officer expectantly. The Torejar woman coughed im embarassment,

“Oh, yes, sorry. There wasn’t time for introductions earlier. Detective Elowyn O’Toreguarde, Toreguarge Investigative Branch.” she replied, “The man whose life you just saved is Detective Farren Breakwood, my partner.”

Meredith nodded and snapped off a quick salute,

“Constable Meredith Gruksdottir, Clan Ironforge, of the Fangthane Stronghold Guardian Corps.” she replied. She smirked a little at the slightly confused look that Detective O’Toreguarde was giving her.

“Gruks… dottir?” the detective murmured. The Torejar quickly shook her head and smiled, “Well, it was a pleasure to meet you Constable, but I’d best go with my partner and make sure he’s not going to do something stupid when he wakes up. I’ll probably be by in a day or two to get a witness statement, if that’s alright?” she asked. Meredith nodded,

“Of course, Detective. I’m typically on guard duty between the hours of 09:00 and 17:30, with a lunch break from 13:00 to 14:00 hours.” she replied, “You’d be best getting the statement either during my lunch hour or after I clock off for the evening, as I’m not permitted to speak unless necessary during guard duty.”

Elowyn quirked an eyebrow at the reply and nodded again, scribbling a note into her pocketbook,

“Duly noted.” she muttered, “Well, I guess I’ll let you get back to it then.” she said, quickly bowing her head slightly before dashing off into the back of the ambulance just before the doors were slammed shut and it drove off to the nearest hospital.

Meredith shrugged, looked back to the front entrance of the Consulate and sighed, noticing that the two boys from earlier were long gone. Well, as long as the older one heeded the warning Meredith had been giving him, then there wasn’t anything else for it but to get back to work. She tilted her wrist, checked the time and marched back to her position. She still had another two hours before she could clock off, and it wasn’t like there was anyone else to take over. Maybe she could get away with handwriting a report summary until she could get to a computer to type up a full one?

#aquadestinyswriting #titan fighting fantasy au #modern au #violence tw #shooting tw #blood tw #gunshot wounds tw #guns tw #meredith gruksdottir #elowyn o'toreguarde #farren breakwood

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cedar-sunshine · 2 months

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last line tag

thanks for the tag, @winglesswriter!

Last chunk I wrote was in Star (very much not the last line but I just wanted context with it)

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The morning is soft, birds singing gently in the cold light. There’s a gentle breeze, ruffling the needles of the trees and whispering through the bushes. It’s cold, nearly freezing, the temperature too stubborn to change. I look over to see Tristan awake, sitting up and sketching in his notebook, using the wool blanket like a shawl. He’s focused intently on his pencil, dark blue eyes half closed and mostly obscured by his thick lashes and falling curls. I wish i could hear his thoughts when he’s like this, not active and tense. He doesn’t look peaceful, exactly, but he’s not scared.

He glances up and makes eye contact with me, and visibly startles, almost dropping his pencil. “I didn’t think you were awake.” His voice sounds an octave lower this early in the morning.

I stretch. “Yep. You ready to move?”

His notebook snaps shut with his pencil stuck in the middle. “Yeah. You slept in a lot.” He’s looking at the tree beside me.

I check the sky- the sun is still pretty low, and it’s too cold for it to have been out for long. “You expect me to wake up at four in the morning?”

His cheeks redden. “I mean, i was awake for a bit before you. Nevermind.”

I don’t know why he’s acting like this. Maybe he’s mad at me for giving him the blanket without asking him?

Well, if he doesn’t bring it up, i’m happy to avoid that argument altogether.

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(I think the line breaks are in the right place? I copy/pasted it so who knows)

I really like this part because it's Tristan having a minor crisis from ori's perspective, which we don't get a lot. Tristan is just decently gay and not sure how to feel about Orion, and he also acquired a blanket in his sleep and very much doesn't want to acknowledge that it happened or that he was using the blanket willingly after waking up (Tristan being a normal human being capable of accepting things from otbers?? He would never).

Also apparently according to my friend it's not obvious that they're queer about each other and idk how to make it obvious? Like I'm aroace please help I'm trying to make it subtle but I've made it too subtle

Tagging @finickyfelix, @illarian-rambling, and @trancetales, plus whoever feels like it

#writing #writeblr #writers on tumblr #ocs #my ocs #writing blog #writerscommunity #tag games #tag game #🌟star tag🌟#🌲oc tag: tristan🌲#🌌oc tag: orion🌌#writing excerpt

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cuddlebugsirius · 1 year

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Operation: Wolfstar

Microfic for the @wolfstarmicrofic prompt ‘Blue Ink’

“What about if we-“ James went silent rather abruptly as the common room door opened, Remus stepping through into the cavernous space that was somehow made warm by the perpetually roaring fire and soft, worn sofas.

“Moony,” James greeted the other boy giving Sirius enough warning to snap his folder closed; “come and sit mate, how were rounds?”

It was sixth year, and Sirius was quietly enamoured with a completely unaware Remus Lupin, his best friend of six years. He figured that if he had any chance at all then Moony would’ve let him know by now. He’d been out since his parents kicked him out the year before, and only received quiet acceptance and occasional propositions from their classmates. Classmates that weren’t Remus. Safe to say they were let down gently.

“Nothing spectacular, everything looks set for Saturday night. What are you working on, Pads?”

As Remus leant forward over the coffee table, crowding Sirius from behind to get a look at the A4 Lever Arch folder that contained all sorts of plans and strategies that James had been helping him with. The folder that had ‘Operation: Wolfstar’ written in blue ink across the front of it.

“Just, just a prank me and Prongs are working on,” Sirius mumbled, blushing as he held the cardboard tightly to the table to avoid Remus getting a look at the plans inside; “nothing for you to see,”

“Oh,” Remus said quietly, sounding hurt as he sat backwards; “okay then. I have a bit of a date tonight. A study date. So I’ll see you later, alright?”

James whistled teasingly, falling dramatically to one side as Remus shoved him in the shoulder on his way past; “who’s it with, Moony?”

Remus chewed at his lip, the faintest tinge of pink high on his cheekbones as he watched them both for a long second before he spoke; “Caradoc. He asked me out and I thought… why not, y’know?”

“You-but-“ Sirius spluttered for a moment, pressing up onto his knees as he watched his best friend shift uncomfortably; “I thought- you like boys too?”

“I do,” Remus confirmed; “maybe- maybe just boys, actually. I know that Lina and I were together for a little while but it’s just not for me, I don’t think. That’s okay, right?”

Sirius was still gaping in shock at the revelation – this wasn’t a scenario he and Prongs had planned for.

James responded for the pair of them, kicking Sirius in the shin to get him to snap out of his shock; “of course it’s alright, Re, you know we don’t care, do we Padfoot?”

Gathering all the courage he could muster, Sirius tripped as he stood and rushed over to the lanky boy with wild hair that he wanted more than anything, taking both of his hands in his and holding them close.

What he meant to say was some sort of supportive statement, to reaffirm that Remus’ sexuality didn’t change anything. That they would still be the bestest of friends, Marauders for life. What actually came out was a little less sensical; “does that mean I have a chance?”

Remus choked on his breath at the shorter boys words, the earnestness in his eyes even as he turned bright red with embarrassment.

“You… you’d want a chance with me?”

“Of course he wants a chance with you, he’s planned your frigging bonding ceremony already!”

James’ exclamation made Sirius drop one of Remus’ hands in an attempt to smack the Potter boy, who now had the ‘Operation: Wolfstar’ folder open to the ‘weddings & ceremonies’ section.

The only thing that stopped him from chasing Prongs around the room was Remus pulling him closer, cupping his cheek in his large, scarred hand and forcing him to meet silver eyes to amber. He was so lost in the sensation of Remus’ thumb stroking slowly along the thick skin of his cheek, he nearly missed the careful whisper; “you have more than a chance, Sirius Orion. I didn’t- you should have said something, Pads,”

“I was scared you wouldn’t want me,” he murmured; “I’m too much-“

“Stop,” Remus commanded; “you are not too much. I don’t care what they told you, you are brilliant, and there is nothing about you that is too much for me.”

“Promise?”

“I promise,” Remus tugged him even closer, wrapping him up in his arms, making his feel safe and steady like no one else could. Soon, there was another weight at his back, James inserting himself into the hug and squeezing them both tightly together.

#wolfstar microfic #blue ink #wolfstar #wolfstar get together #marauders era #hp marauders #marauders fanfiction #Wolfstar fanfiction

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