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soaringthroughthegalaxy · 1 month

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Hello!! Congrats on your 350 followers! I'm sure that number will just keep growing the more people read your fics! I'm so excited about your event.

You've written some of my favorite Hunter fics, so I'm going to stick with him.

Companion: Hunter

Luggage: Fluff and maybe Family? I wasn't really sure what the family would entail, but with Hunter maybe it could be something with Omega?

Destination: Hoth (I like the idea of the freedom and new beginnings, like maybe after everything is over and everyone is happy he can start fresh being a dad, not a soldier) and/or Pabu (relaxation and peace.)

Extra: If a female character could be included, that would be awesome also...maybe the fluff part...someone he could end up with that would be a great mom for Omega.

I'm not sure if that's possible, so take what you can use out of that and add in anything you need (just so it's Hunter and is a happy ending I will be excited!)

Thanks!

Carol (@clonethirstingisreal)

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A Place Called Home

Determined to leave the fighting and running behind now that your little family are all together again, you settle into your new home in Upper Pabu.

Pairing: Hunter x f!reader

Word count: 3.2k

Warnings: spoilers for S3, clowning that CX-2 is Tech, fluff, sweetness, domestic goodness, happy family times, all the kisses, reader treats Omega like a daughter, flirting, quirofilia (a thing for hands), very small reference to knife play, sprinkle of innuendos, implied night together.

“I’m thinking forest green on this wall and leaving the other three as they are.” You muse, glancing around the room at the four white walls.

Between the credits Omega and Crosshair acquired during their escape from Tantiss and the credits you procured after tying up some loose ends on Ord Mantell, you all could afford a beautiful home in Upper Pabu.

The boys and Omega had been excited to finally have a house – to have their own rooms. With your little family reunited and Tech’s memories starting to return, you’d put your foot down. There would be no more fighting, no more running. Echo had opted to stay with Rex and take care of Tantiss, and you’d received news last night that they’d successfully freed all of the clones being held captive and razed the place to the ground.

Wrecker was sad to miss the explosions. Echo sent him a holovid of them as an apology.

“Whatever you’d like, cyar’ika,” Hunter answers, setting down the last box of furniture in the centre of the room. It had taken a few trips to bring all the newly purchased items back to Pabu, every bit of space in the Marauder utilised, and you couldn’t wait to set everything up.

Turning, you offer Hunter a soft smile as he approaches. A light breeze wisps through the room, the doors to the balcony overlooking the ocean thrown open. The early morning sun was already warming everything up and casting a golden glow across the tranquil island.

“You get a say too, my heart.” You remind him.

Hunter draws you closer, wrapping his arms around you as you lean against his chest. Without his armour, he can feel the warmth of your body against his own through the thin layers of civilian clothing you’ve picked out for him - a new wardrobe for a new chapter of life. “I’m not bothered what colour you paint the walls, just so long as you’re happy.”

Pulling back from the embrace, you look up at the man you adore and reach for the small comms unit in your pocket. “Cross…” You speak as you flick it on.

The line crackles to life a moment later. “Yes?” The familiar drawl comes through.

“Can you please pick up some forest green paint, too?” You ask sweetly, and you can almost picture the sniper’s eye roll in the following silence. He’d headed out a short while ago with a list of items to buy from the island’s stores, Omega and Batcher in tow. The lurca hound’s strength was being used, pulling a small cart for purchases.

“Anything else?” Crosshair questions.

Thinking for a moment, there was nothing else you wanted to add to the shopping list. But you did have a little surprise for them. “I slid some extra credits into the pouch. Make sure the three of you stop off somewhere nice and get some breakfast. We’ve got a long day ahead of us.”

“Goody.” Crosshair deadpans.

Chuckling softly, you shake your head. “I mean it, Cross. No skipping meals.” You’d been trying your hardest to help him regain some of the weight he’d lost on Tantiss.

“Understood.” He replies, his tone more serious now. “We’ll grab something decent.”

“Great. We’ll see you soon.” You end the call and slip the comms unit back into your pocket.

“Spoiling them again, are we?” Hunter teases, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

Playfully swatting at his arm, you offer him a grin. “Hey, they’ve been through a lot. They deserve nice things. You all do.”

“Fair point,” Hunter concedes, knowing that everything you do for him and his siblings is out of love and care. It was ingrained in your nature, and it’s part of why he’s been so drawn to you since you first met.

You smile up at him, feeling a rush of happiness and contentment wash over you. It still amazes you how far you’ve all come since the early days of the war. Back then, you never would have imagined ending up in this peaceful little corner of the galaxy, surrounded by people who care about you. “Come on, this furniture isn’t going to build itself.” You hate to break the moment, but you hadn’t been lying – it would be a long day to get the house ready to live in.

As you and Hunter assemble the furniture, the playful banter continues. Tools clink softly as you work, and occasionally, one of you laughs over a particularly amusing remark.

“You know, for a tough, stoic soldier, you’re surprisingly good at putting together furniture.” You tease, watching as Hunter carefully screws in a bolt.

He smirks, glancing at you. “I think you’ll find I’m a man of many talents.”

“And don’t I know it.” You murmur, handing him another piece of the dresser he’s assembling as your eyes rake over the length of his body before settling back on his deft hands.

Hunter can feel the weight of your gaze on him, smirk still firmly in place as he basks in your admiration. “Cyar’ika, you’re getting distracted.” He points out, voice low as his gaze flits across to you, nostrils flaring as he breathes in your scent.

“Can you blame me?” You ask, reaching out to slowly drag your fingers down his forearm towards his strong hands, enjoying the unrestricted access now he’s packed away his armour.

Hunter watches as you touch him, enjoying the warmth of the action. You’ve always been more physically affectionate - lingering hands and gentle caresses. It had taken some getting used to for his senses not to freak out at the contact. “I’m not even holding my vibroknife.” He teases.

“And now I’m thinking about that. Thanks.” You sigh, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips as your hand curls around his wrist.

Your joint laughter echoes around the room, and Hunter can’t help but lean towards you, stealing another kiss. Everything with you had felt so easy since the very first day. “Later. At least let me build the bed first.” He chides playfully, but a glint of desire shines in his eyes.

You concede with a nod, earning a smile from him before you let go of his wrist. You focus on building the furniture, even though desire still pools in your belly. Each completed piece is placed in the middle of the room, and old tarps from the Marauder are thrown over it to protect it from potential paint splatters.

As you work, footsteps climbing the stairs interrupt your progress. Glancing towards the door, you see Crosshair and Omega with paint cans, while Batcher has a bag hanging from her mouth full of brushes and rollers.

“We’re back!” Omega announces cheerfully, setting down the paint cans she’d been carrying.

Crosshair follows behind her with a hint of amusement as he observes Omega’s exuberance. “Got everything on the list,” he states, holding several other cans.

You smile warmly at them both, grateful for their efforts. “Thank you, both of you,” you say sincerely, moving to inspect the cans of paint - the perfect amount for the room. Reaching for Batcher, you pry a few brushes and rollers from the bag in her mouth, giving her a gentle pet of thanks afterwards.

“What colours did you pick?” You ask, handing one of the cans to Hunter as he finishes laying down some tarps to protect the floor.

“Purple.” Omega answers, pointing to one of the cans Crosshair was holding.

“Grey.” Crosshair chips in. “Yellow for Wrecker. Orange for Tech.” He adds, lifting some of the other cans.

Omega grins, patting her thigh, which prompts Batcher to return to her side, the hound sitting next to her. “We’re all doing feature walls,” she explains happily.

“Trendsetter.” Hunter nudges you, grinning.

You chuckle, enjoying Omega’s lightness and enthusiasm - after everything that had happened to her, she deserved to be a kid and enjoy the innocence that came with it. “Alright, the sooner we start, the sooner we can get the furniture in place and spend the night here.”

With that, the room fills with activity. Crosshair excuses himself to deliver the other paint cans and start making progress in his own room, whistling for Batcher to follow. The lurca hound is more than happy to trail after her favourite human.

As the door swings shut behind the sniper, Hunter pries open a can of green paint, pouring some into three trays and placing a brush with each. He hands one to Omega, the other to you, and he keeps the third one.

As you all begin to paint, Omega takes the lead, happily painting broad strokes of green onto the wall, only able to reach halfway up it. You focus on the edges, painting neat lines, while Hunter fills in the top section that Omega can’t reach.

Continuing to work, it isn’t long until you and Omega are side by side. Feeling cheeky, you swipe a finger through the paint on the end of your brush, calling the young girl’s name to catch her attention. As she turns to look at you, you strike, smearing a streak of green across her cheek.

Omega gasps in surprise, her eyes wide as she stares at you in disbelief. Then, a mischievous grin spreads across her face. “Oh, it’s on now!” She declares, dipping her finger into the paint and flicking it at you with a giggle.

Your laughter melds with hers as the paint splatters your bare arm, and Hunter watches the exchange with amusement, shaking his head fondly at the playfulness between the two of you. He appreciates how you always try to give Omega a childhood, even when you all fled the Empire and worked jobs for Cid. The way you doted on her warmed his heart. “Alright, let’s keep it civil, you two.” He interjects, holding up a hand in a gesture of peace, as if this were a serious fight, though the smile on his lips gives the game away.

You and Omega exchange grins, and before Hunter has time to stop it, you both smear green paint across his face, covering the bridge of his nose and his tattooed cheek.

“Oops.” You mutter in faux innocence, batting your eyelashes.

Hunter blinks, looking momentarily stunned before a slow grin spreads across his face. “Oh, it’s like that, is it?” He says, his tone teasing. Without missing a beat, he dips his finger into the paint tray and swipes it across your forehead, leaving a streak of green.

You gasp, feigning shock, before pouting. “Hey, no fair!” You protest, trying your hardest not to chuckle as Omega’s laughter fills the room.

Hunter steps forward, balancing the paint tray in one hand as he slides an arm around your waist, hauling you in. You’re radiant in the midday sunshine, eyes sparkling with mischief, the smear of paint across your forehead incredibly endearing. Dipping his head down, his lips meet yours in a tender kiss, tongue sliding against your lips teasingly before he breaks the connection, aware that you have an audience. Mouth ghosting across your cheek, he pauses as he reaches your ear. “I’ll paint you with something else later.” He rasps quietly, teasingly squeezing your side before he pulls away, heat burning in his gaze.

Stunned into silence, warmth flushes through you. You watch, mouth agape, as Hunter returns to painting, completely unruffled.

Omega calls your name, snapping you out of your. “Are you okay?” She asks, unsure what Hunter said to you, though she’s pretty sure she doesn’t want to know whatever it was.

You blink, shaking your head slightly to clear your thoughts. “Yeah, I’m fine.” You assure her with a smile. “Just got lost in thought for a moment.”

“Mhm.” Omega hums. She loves seeing you and Hunter openly affectionate and is still proud of the little stunt she pulled shortly after you all fled Kamino, which led to the two of you getting together. She’d always been intuitive and knew from the get-go that there was something between you. “Good, then stop slacking,” she teases, turning back to continue painting.

You rejoin her, and the playful banter and occasional laughter continue as you work together to finish painting the wall. The forest green paint covers the surface quickly, leaving behind a fresh, vibrant hue that transforms the room.

A sense of satisfaction washes over you as you step back to admire your handiwork. The colour stands out against the remaining white walls, adding a pop and some character. “It looks wonderful.” You remark, smiling at Omega and Hunter. “Great job, team.”

Omega beams with pride, placing her paintbrush back onto the tray.

“How about we take a break and grab an early dinner?” Hunter glances towards the windows, making a rough guess at the time.

The idea of a break sounds appealing, and you nod in agreement. “Sounds like a plan. I’m starving.”

“How about a barbecue?” Hunter suggests, figuring it was worth the little extra time it would take compared to rustling something up in the kitchen. “We can grill some food outside and enjoy the nice weather.”

“Sounds perfect.” You agree. “Go fire up the grill. Omega and I will tidy up in here.”

Giving you a small kiss, Hunter heads out to the backyard to start the grill, leaving you and Omega to clean up the painting supplies and put away the tarps. It doesn’t take long, and once the room is tidied up, you and Omega make your way outside to join Hunter. The smell of cooking food fills the air, making your stomach grumble, and there’s already a small spread of food on the table.

“Looks like you’ve got everything under control,” you remark, stepping behind Hunter to wrap your arms around his waist as he mans the grill.

A huff of laughter leaves Hunter. “When have I not had things under control?”

“You do not want her to answer that.” Tech’s voice cuts through the moment as he steps out into the yard to join you all, along with Wrecker and Crosshair. Although Hemlock’s reconditioning had stolen most of his memories, he’d spent his life recording everything and was working through clips to see if they jogged anything in his mind. Between that and all the stories you all shared, snippets were starting to come back to him.

The boys and Omega slide into chairs around the table. You chuckle at the remark and the thin press of Hunter’s lips, knowing full well that there have been plenty of times when his plans haven’t gone smoothly. “Alright, everyone grab a plate,” you call out, gesturing to the spread of food laid out on the table as you place down another one.

“I’m starvin’,” Wrecker exclaims, reaching for a few Nuna drumsticks. The rest of the group follows suit, filling their plates with delicious food and settling around the table. The atmosphere is relaxed and cheerful, and laughter and conversation fill the air as you enjoy the meal together.

As you eat, contentment washes over you. You’d fought so hard for this - moments where you could enjoy each other’s company and revel in life’s simple pleasures. Your little family deserves it after everything that’s happened, and you soak it in, feeling grateful that the Kaminoans assigned you as a liaison to the boys all those years ago.

Once everyone has eaten, Crosshair cleans up the grill while the rest of you remain around the table, enjoying the warm afternoon sun, and eventually, the conversation turns to plans for the rest of the day. “We should start putting the furniture where we want it in our room.” You suggest, glancing at Hunter.

“I’ll help with the heavy lifting!” Wrecker volunteers, already pushing back his chair and getting to his feet. The rest of you smile at his enthusiasm.

As a unit, you clear the table, gathering up the remaining dishes before heading back inside. With everyone pitching in, the process goes quickly. It also takes little time for Wrecker and Hunter to put the bedroom furniture where it belongs. The newly painted wall is mercifully already dry, thanks to Pabu’s heat.

With a shout of thanks to Wrecker as the big man leaves your room, you let out a deep exhale. This is home now. And you can’t quite believe how lucky you are.

Crossing the room, you step onto the small balcony overlooking the ocean. Your hands wrap around the warm metal railing, and you take a moment to close your eyes and let it sink in. As you stand there, basking in the warmth of the sun and the gentle breeze, you hear the soft sound of footsteps approaching from behind. Opening your eyes, you turn to see Hunter stepping out onto the balcony, a small smile playing on his lips as he joins you.

“Enjoying the view?” He asks, his voice quiet and gentle.

You nod, turning back to face the water, leaning against the railing as you see the endless ocean stretching out before you. “It’s gorgeous,” you reply, glancing over your shoulder at him. “Almost as gorgeous as you.”

Hunter shakes his head, flattered by the compliment but mad at himself for not seeing that you’d snatch the low-hanging fruit. He steps closer, pressing up against your back as he wraps his arms around you. You lean into his embrace, relishing the warmth and strength surrounding you.

“I’m glad we’re here.” He murmurs, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Me too.” You whisper, letting go of the railing with one hand to intertwine your fingers with his. “I couldn’t imagine being anywhere else.”

For a moment, you simply stand there together, enjoying each other’s company and the moment’s tranquillity. The world fades away, leaving only the two of you and the gentle sound of the waves below. Even the boys’ noise around the table in the yard, teaching Omega how to play Sabacc, fades into the background.

Eventually, Hunter breaks the silence, his voice soft and affectionate. “I love you.” He says, pressing a tender kiss to the top of your head.

“I love you too.” You reply. “More than anything.”

Happy, Hunter dips his head down, his nose finding the crook of your neck. In slow motion, he drags it up the length of your throat towards the back of your ear, breathing in your scent.

The sensation sends shivers down your spine, and you tilt your head slightly to give him better access, relishing in the moment’s intimacy. His lips brush against your skin, feather-light and achingly tender, sending a rush of warmth through your veins. You close your eyes, losing yourself in the sensation of his touch, his breath hot against your ear.

“Think it might be time to paint my favourite masterpiece…” He murmurs, his voice heavy with desire.

You inhale sharply at his words, hand tightening around his own as desire curls through you. Turning in his arms, you press your lips to his in a passionate kiss, hands reaching up to hold his handsome face.

Heat courses through Hunter as he grasps your rear, taking control of the kiss as he steps backwards into the room, drawing you along with him.

There was a new bed to break in.

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whathorselegs · 2 months

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Been rewatching Jurassic Park so obviously now I'm imagining a silly SKK Jurassic Park AU for the fun of it.

Dazai is the hotshot arrogant chaotician who is adamantly against opening a dinosaur park and spends most of his time flirting with Chuuya, the disgruntled but secretly full of wonder paleontologist, who is at first taken in by the miracle of dinosaurs being back until they get attacked by them.

The Akutagawa siblings are the children they end up having to protect from dinosaurs. Little Ryuunosuke has read Dazai's book on Chaos theory and follows him around like a puppy. Gin is terrified of dinosaurs after the T-rex until Chuuya shows them dinos aren't monsters and they pet the Brachiosaurus together.

Dazai tries to have a stand off with a T-rex and gets his shirt ripped open so he can lay sluttily across a table and tease Chuuya for looking.

Oh and years later Atsushi is the kid from the third movie that survived on dino island all by himself for three weeks because he read Chuuya and Dazai's books on dinosaurs.

#bungou stray dogs #bsd chuuya #bsd dazai #bsd skk #soukoku #bsd akutagawa #bsd gin #bsd atsushi #rambling #I had a vision of Dazai as Malcolm using that little chaos theory water trick to flirt with women and then I couldn't help myself

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clone-anon-after-dark · 9 months

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Clones with an Asexual / Acespec Partner Headcanons

I’ve never written headcanons on here before, but thought I’d give it a go.

Word Count: 2915

Warning and Author’s Note: Some discussion of sex. Some asexuals have sex. Also mention of sex-repulsion because some asexuals do not ever want to have sex and both are fine and good. There are a lot of asexuals who are interested in partnership - romantic or not - so I thought I might write out some ideas about what that might look like with some clones

Included are Hunter, Tech, Echo, Wrecker, Crosshair, Mayday, Rex, Cody, Gregor, Wolffe, Fox, Kix, Hardcase, Fives, Jesse, Dogma, and Tup

Hunter

Hunter loves a partner who is passionate and wants to do the right thing. He would never be with someone who doesn’t also have the Omega stamp of approval. Domestic Hunter? Yes. He loves the steps you’ve taken to have a home that is friendly to his senses. No strong scents in the soaps or detergents. Blackout curtains. Towels, blankets, and sheets that are friendly to his sense of touch. You showed your love by making your home friendly for him and he has never been more in love. Hunter pays attention to other people and takes care of his family, so he was incredibly moved by someone caring about his needs in this way. Hunter will do little things around the house to show you he cares about you. You’ll come home to clean dishes, a tidied bedroom, or freshly cleaned clothes. Sex might be too much for his senses and sometimes touch is too much in and of itself, so he strongly believes in communicating what you both need. He’s always open to finding ways to express how much you care for each other and creating a stronger partnership.

Tech

Tech is acespec in some way. He might rarely or never experience sexual attraction. This man expresses his love best in quality time and acts of service. You will want for nothing. He might be too busy to think about feeding himself, but he will have an alarm to remind himself to pick up some food and make sure you eat. He’ll eat with you and want to hear about your day or tell you about what he’s working on. Besides researching topics of interest and fixing things, he loves going to museums and aquariums with you, watching documentaries, and sitting together in the same room reading. If you want cuddle time? He’s open to it. You’ll have to tell him the details of how to hold you and what you want and eventually he will start figuring out what he likes too. Tech is open to experiences, so if you want to have sex for closeness or to satisfy your libido, he would try it. “Physical urges and attraction are not the same thing,” he says. He’s always understanding that some people don’t or rarely feel sexual attraction and for him, it’s just a matter of fact. It doesn’t change how he feels about you. If you never want to have sex, he is completely fine with it. He wants to tell you about his latest project working on the hyperdrive anyway.

Echo

Echo loves your desire to fight for what’s right. He loves how you care about people and he feels so at home with you. Echo doesn’t like solitude so the biggest thing is going to be spending time together. He loves reading. Sitting together, snuggling on the couch or in separate chairs and reading something that interests each of you? Yes. Do you like hanging out with his family and have a good sense of humor? Those are big things in his book.

I know there are some theories that Echo only lost part of his legs and other people believe he lost everything from the waist down (plus his arm). But guess what it doesn’t matter. In either case, Echo wants to be loved for who he is. He wants to love you for who you are. What you both can or cannot do physically doesn’t phase him.

Crosshair

Crosshair is protective of his heart and does not easily open up to others. He does not like vulnerability and that also means he also doesn’t get sexually intimate easily. I think he’s at least demiromantic, needing to know someone before opening himself up to a relationship like that, so he understands not having certain types of attraction. He does like physical touch once you are close enough, but that can mean all kinds of things. He likes little private moments with you where you can steal away time together. If you want to blow off some sexy steam together, he’s game, but never pressuring. It’s more about closeness and sharing something with you that no one else gets. If you aren’t interested, he likes to cuddle. Sometimes he wants to be the little spoon and other times he wants to be the big spoon but he would never want anyone to know he’s a cuddler. After all he’s been through, Crosshair wants to feel safe with you and protect and love you at the same time.

Wrecker

Wrecker loves to show his love with physical affection. He loves hugs and holding hands and picking you up and twirling you around. As long as you are okay with some kind of physical touch, he’s more than happy. He loves when you fall asleep on top of him. He loves watching holos with you, eating snacks, and cuddling. If you want to have some sexy times, he’s game, but ultimately doesn’t need that. He wants someone he can have fun with!

Jesse

Jesse is so incredibly sweet. He loves cuddling and pulling you in close to sit on his thighs. The first time he does this he can tell you’re a little worried (maybe that he will try to take things further), so he is very reassuring, showing you he just wants to be close. He loves touch, but only if it’s something you like too. He likes consistency and so his primary desire in a relationship is someone he can trust and depend on and he also wants to be that for the person he’s with. He understands that just because you don’t feel sexual attraction doesn’t mean you don’t love him. There’s a reason you want to share your life with him, after all. He lets you take the lead when it comes to any kind of physical touch, including sex. He’s a lot of fun in bed if you go down that road for closeness or address your physical needs. Otherwise, he loves cuddling in bed. He is most comfortable spooning and having an arm around you in some way.

Hardcase

While I don’t necessarily get ace vibes from Hardcase, I think he would be great with an ace partner. Especially if they are extroverted. A typical day would involve waking up, eating quickly, and some kind of adventure. Whether it’s getting up to shenanigans at a water park, or playing paintball, or spending the day at work for you and at the barracks for him, I see him happy to be busy. I think he would love to come home and eat some good food. He loves take out. He quickly realizes that you not wanting sex sometimes doesn’t mean he can’t have self-care time on his own. If you like the idea, he would love for you to buy him a sex toy. He sees it as a way to stay connected on that level without making you uncomfortable, which is the last thing he wants. He is very open to learning what it means to be asexual, and quickly learns that not having sexual attraction doesn’t mean you have zero sex drive. He loves taking the time to learn what makes you feel good physically and where the boundaries are.

Tup

Tup is a sweetheart who loves quality time with his partner. He would love to explore hobbies like video games, baking, cooking, or anything with animals. Tup loves anything that is relaxing and he is for sure a cuddler. If you aren’t into touch, he likes things like sharing a blanket while sitting together or finding a happy middle ground like maybe holding your hand or sharing clothes. If you want to satisfy your own urges together, Tup is absolutely up for it. He thinks you’re incredibly sexy and gorgeous and likes to take his time and make you feel good.

Dogma

Oh sweet Dogma. This man loves rules and boundaries. He loves knowing what is on and off limits because it makes him feel safe and secure. He also feels loved when you want to know his own boundaries. It shows him you care. So Dogma doesn’t really care about what the actual boundaries are so long as he knows them. He is quite nervous to initiate physical contact, even kissing, but he does say when he would like to try something. He’s very communicative. He does not mind if something is off limits. He just wants to show you love. He takes up baking, loving the precision of measuring the ingredients, so you can expect treats every time he sees you. When it comes to intimate relationships, Dogma knows there are many different ways to be intimate. He wants to be understood and show you that you’re the one who has his heart.

Fives

Fives loves a good time. It was something that drew you in from the beginning. When he first asked you out, you couldn’t deny he had some kind of magnetism. He was a total goofball. He knew about your asexuality before you started dating. You might have been a bit surprised when he asked you out, but couldn’t say no. Fives tells you right away that you can take the lead on anything physical. He likes kissing, but especially loves hugs. If you’re up for fooling around, he loves it. If you never want that, he understands. He just wants to be with you. It takes him a long time to admit that he would absolutely love to shower with you. A hot shower helps him relieve stress and he sees it as a way to spend some relaxing time with you, but he doesn’t want it to seem like he’s asking for more, so he might need some reassurance once he brings it up. Ultimately though, he loves quality time together. There will joking, laughter, and joy. Fives is also a wonderful friend and partner who you can trust. While you wouldn’t necessarily have taken Fives to be very serious, he’s incredibly serious about your happiness and making sure you have every little thing you want. If you’re having a hard day, he listens and holds your hand.

Kix

Kix loves being your partner. He loves the domesticity of coming home and snuggling on the couch. He might love doing some other things on the couch if you want, but he understands if you don’t want to. He loves laying on the couch while you lay on top of him and watch holomovies. He loves little kisses and holding hands. He loves reading in bed next to you before falling asleep. He’s also seen a lot during the war and carries a lot of grief. He trusts you with his grief and sometimes he just needs someone to cry to about it all. If you like romance or are in more of a romantic mood, he will go all out. Favorite flowers, candy, foods, whatever you love. He takes the time to learn your favorites for those occasions. You want slow kisses next time he’s on leave? He won’t stop thinking about it. You simply want to collapse into someone’s arms? He wants nothing more than to provide those arms for you.

Gregor

Gregor is open to learning about anything, but his favorite topic is you. He loves going out with you, dancing, and laughing. He loves a good time. If you’re shy, he finds a way to help you come out of your shell around him a little without pressing the issue. He wants you to feel secure with him. Gregor loves kissing and wouldn’t mind getting physical and when he asks about your boundaries going further, your heart sinks. You’re worried about where this is going and haven’t exactly told him about your sexuality yet. You quickly find that he just wants to express how he feels. He asks a lot of questions about what it means for you to be asexual. He’s inquisitive. If you don’t want to have sex ever, he takes the time to hear how close you want to be and what feels safe to you. He’s definitely not opposed to things like masturbating together if you want to go down that route sometimes. Ultimately he realizes that his favorite thing to do with you is turn on some music and dance in the living room.

Wolffe

There’s actually a fic about this here. Wolffe might be grumpy sometimes, but you make his life so much better and you get to see softer sides of him that no one else does. You understand him and he appreciates your support. He wants you to feel loved in the way that you want to be loved. He is completely comfortable taking care of his sexual needs on his own. He loves snuggling with you at night. That’s his favorite. He loves holding you and being held by you. You’re comforting to him. Before falling asleep, he likes chatting with you about how the day went and or reading a holonovel together.

Rex

Rex is awkward around people in social situations, but you’re happy to help him navigate relationships. He doesn’t think much about sex because frankly, he’d just like to make it through this conversation without getting lost in his own worry. Over time he starts to relax more and you find that quiet time with the two of you is much preferred to going out. He’s even nervous to hold your hand, but you tell him it’s totally okay. Once he realizes how deep his feelings are, he has to speak with you. He likes to know where things are headed and what kind of relationship you want. Queerplatonic? He quite likes that. Or something with more of a romantic bend? Yes, sure, that could also work just fine too. The only thing he really doesn’t want is to be with someone purely for the physical aspects. His feelings toward his partner are so strong and he wants nothing more than to protect you and let you know he’ll always be there for you.

Cody

Snuggle king. He is under so much pressure as a marshal commander and then later after the war, he’s dealing with a lot of mixed feelings about everything that happened. He loves that he can be with you, go to bed or lay on the couch, and hang on to you. He likes little kisses on the top of his head while you hold him. It helps him let go of stress and worry. He can feel you right there with him and it’s the safest place in the galaxy. You’re asexual? Great. He just wants to love you the way you want to be loved. You want romance? He will hold your hand and kiss the back of it. You want domestic partnership? He will hug you and do your laundry. Do you need some space to yourself? That’s fine. He will just be over here watching a holo and napping after buying groceries so you don’t have to worry about it. You want a quickie to blow off some steam? He’s game. You want to shower naked and wash each other’s hair and feel close that way? He’s good with that too. You want to swap pillowcases while he’s gone so you can both feel close that way instead? He thinks that’s the best thing he’s ever heard.

Mayday

Mayday wants to be with you, preferably on a planet that rarely gets snow. You fell for his dry sense of humor and how much he cares about the people he’s close to. He worries about losing more people in his life, so he was cautious to approach you. Once he realizes you’re around to stay, he starts to relax. Mayday likes to do little things to show he cares. He really gets into cooking hot meals. He loves making fresh soups and gardening. When he starts baking bread you swear you will never buy a loaf ever again. After all he’s been through, he’s happy to have the chance to be with someone and feel at home. Getting physical? He likes hugs, cuddles, and kisses if you’re okay with it. Just chaste kisses or little pecks on the cheek all you want? Absolutely. Whether he addresses his own sex drive on his own or as a mutual endeavor (if you’re open to it) doesn’t matter to him. It takes him a long time to open up in some ways, but once he does he’s always making sure you’re on the same page. He will always cautiously wait until he gets a green light.

Fox

He’s just happy to come over to your place and sleep in a real bed. This man is all about relaxation when he’s with you. Whatever that looks like, he loves it. It can be the simplest things, like having extra comfortable shorts to wear around your apartment, or folding laundry together before putting fresh sheets on the bed. He feels so comfortable with you and that’s the most important thing to him.

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resowrites · 9 months

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Jurassic Park - drabble request (scheduled upload).

Summary: Henry’s parenting skills get a brush up…

Pairings: AU!Dad!Henry Cavill x Wife!OC/Reader

Warnings: fluff, parenting/family life, banter/British humour, pet names, dialogue heavy, nondescript OC body type/appearance, hastily written/lightly proofread.

WC: <600

A/N: Got a request for more dad!Henry fluff, not sure if it’s supposed to be based on my previous series or not but either way, thanks and please enjoy. **This is a scheduled upload, while all interactions continue to be appreciated, they can’t be responded too at this time.**

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Jurassic Park - drabble request.

She'd just come down to fetch the new novel she'd hoped to read in the bath, when a commotion sounded from the other room. "MUMMMMMMMY!!!" She sighed, tucked the book under her arm, and headed for the kitchen.

"What? What's going on?" Their son Hal was sitting at the table with his arms crossed and a thoroughly annoyed look on his face. Henry's eyes batted from him, to her, and back again.

"Mummy, I let Daddy have little bite of To… to… cerpops," both adults bit back a smile, "cos you say it good to share. But Daddy ate the wing! How it sposed to fly now?!"

"It can still fly! Just in a circle--"

"Daddy, shush--"

"But it's not like I ate the head! If I did it wouldn't have been able to fly at all--"

"Daddy, be quiet! Then what happened, Hal?"

"I say 'naughty Daddy,' and he laugh!" Henry quickly looked down, only just disguising a giggle.

"How did that make you feel, darling?"

"Cross!"

"And Daddy, how do you feel?"

"Honestly? Still a bit hungry--"

"HENRY--"

"What?! Besides, I shared half my peas--"

"Did Daddy apologise, Hal?"

"I was about to!" But she looked straight into his eyes and he immediately fell silent. Henry turned towards their boy. "I'm really sorry, Hal. Sometimes Daddy gets greedy and eats what he's not supposed to. Can you forgive me?" Their son smiled and patted him on the arm.

"That's okay Daddy, sometimes I greedy too." Hal stood on his chair so he could lean in for a cuddle. She couldn't help but smile.

"Right, Henry One, Henry Two, can I go back upstairs now?!"

"No! Mummy stay and have ice cream!" She struggled to know how to respond when Henry got up from the table.

"Not tonight Hal, Mummy needs some time out--"

"But she no in trouble!" Both adults laughed.

"Of course, not! Mummy's just tired, she's been very busy and taken care of us all day." Hal thought for a moment.

"But who take care of Mummy?" Henry smiled as he lifted him onto the breakfast counter.

"We do! And that also means giving her a break when she needs one. Now, what flavour would you like?" He opened the freezer drawer and pulled out a tub of Neapolitan ice cream.

"Silly Daddy! Want them all!" She quickly took the tub from his hands.

"You can both have two scoops each--"

"That's not fair!" They chimed. She shot Henry an exasperated look.

"Hal, clear your plate for Daddy then go play with Copper and Kal. I'll be in with your ice cream in a minute." He sighed but did as he was told, getting kisses on the head from both of them as he plodded off to the living room.

"Don't think you're getting an extra scoop just for that…"

"As if that was my intention!" They smirked at each other. "And why am I always Henry Two if I'm your husband?!"

"Because Henry One happens to be our son! And just how many dinosaurs did you eat off his plate?"

"Just half a Tocerpops!" She gave him a knowing look. "… As well as a rogue Pterodactyl and a couple of T-Rexs." She rolled her eyes.

"God help me. And if you eat any of his ice cream as well, God help you." She put the lid back on the tub and made for the stairs.

"Hey, there's no need to take it with you--"

"Course there is, otherwise I'd get none!"

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thatbanditqueen · 3 months

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A Basic Training Snippet

Life has been very cruel and gotten between me and my favorite pastime... writing delusional scenarios in which I, I mean my original characters, dated Elvis Presley. So I thought for fun I would just share a very short snippet from the chapter of Basic Training I am working on, in which Elvis invites Bess to spend the weekend with him in Waco at the house of his friend, DJ and TV host Eddie Fadal.

This is very rough, I am not sure if it sounds like Elvis, I need to go back through it once I finish the chapter. I haven't even had anyone alpha this. However, I had at one point told @be-my-ally I would participate in the writing prompt "weather" and post Sunday (yesterday) and so this is my very pathetic attempt to just post something that at least mentions weather in passing...

If you want to read or catch up on this WIP you can find it here

“Well, you know I’m mainly a legs and ass man, through and through, but boy oh boy, Bessie is stacked. I tell ya what. Fa sho. I don’t know how it's possible, but they’re even bigger when you got ‘em in ya hands. Why you nodding Lamar, you ain’t ever gotten to second base, quit lyin.”

The rain had stopped by the time Bess opened her eyes again to find the bed empty, though she could still hear the drip drop of water through the hole. There it was, like an inverted nipple in the middle of the new glossy pink wall, a perfect round sphere with layers of drywall caved in around the edges where the firework had shot through. The smell of cigarettes wafted in from outside, along with a set of men's voices. Bess was about to call to them when she heard Elvis say the word “Anita.”

There was laughter, then the sound of slaps and skids along concrete, as if a scuffle had broken out, followed by more laughter.

“Shit, but you’re wrong, Rex, cuz there are really only two types of girls. See, with ‘Nita, she is a good girl, but she puts it all on the table. If I’m happy, she’s happy, that’s all she wants. She let's it all hang out. All I gotta do is look at her and smile and she’s gonesville. But then, then there are the ones who keep it all tied up. You know, you saw it Lamar, when I come down here, Anita was ballin her damn eyes out. Now Bess, Bess’d never let you see her cry. Not if she can halp it. She plays it cool. But when you touch her you can feel her vibrating underneath that ice, jus enough to know her motor's running. And boy, when you get it going, what a motor. When she cries out, man, you know ya really earned it. Know what I mean?"

There was some muffled laughter, and Bess couldn’t quite hear everything, but what she did hear made her face flush a deep crimson red.

“Oh, well I found out last night. I swear, Bess tastes so fresh and sweet, I know I’m the first guy she let touch her.”

“Nah, a college girl?”

“What do you know, huh, lardass? Reckon I been with seventy five, no, I mean a hundred or more girls. Trust me, I know women, that girl spent college with her nose in her books.”

“Now you got your nose in her - OW - what the fuck?”

“I don’t wanna hear you talk bout her like that, got it?”

“But you just -”

“But you just, but you just, just mind ya goddamn manners.”

Bess sat there, unsure if she wanted to keep listening, but as she turned she was distracted by a dark set of eyes staring her from the doorway. She pulled the strap of her nightie up, and smoothed her hair back as she smiled at Janice Fadal.

“Mommy told me not to wake you up, so I’ve just been sitting here waiting. Ready to do my make up again?”

Bess nodded, relaxing as she stood and patted the little girl’s head.

“Sure, just let me get dressed, huh?’

Then Janice’s slick little tongue curved up and licked the bottom of Bess’ wrist.

“I don’t think you taste like ice cream at all. More like salt. “

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possumbylight · 1 year

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Lonely Rite

A/N: this is my first time posting my writing on tumblr despite posting on ao3 a bit recently so i wanted to start cross posting my stuff in case anybody here wants to read it too thanks for stoppin by ;)

Summary: She can’t sleep while her husband is away on a two-week business trip. so she turns to the next best thing, even if it is ten feet taller than her and made of stone.

Warnings: None! it’s fluff, and i don’t think there’s any language (if there is it’s super mild), and there’s one teeny itty bitty suggestive line at the end but it is so so mild i swear

Pairings: Zhongli/Reader, Hu Tao and Childe as pals along the way

The driving rain was her only warmth, though it slowly chilled her the longer the evening drew on. It was impractical to risk exposure to the element, but all practicality had dwindled over the past two weeks like a waning flame that finally evaporated into smoke when she had first stepped into the storm.

For two weeks, she had fought to find interest anywhere other than the nagging thoughts in her brain, seeking company from just about anyone who would humor her for even a moment. She was not usually one to stop to converse with street-side merchants for no reason but friendly chitchat-- that was more her husband’s domain, after all-- but everyone from the perfume seller to the old kite-maker to the shaky fishmonger by the docks had entertained her insatiable need to kill time.

She was running out of topics of conversation. The weather could only get her so far, and she was loath to discuss the death of Rex Lapis, given that she was not good at keeping secrets.

When she failed to sleep for the nth time since her husband’s departure, she grew sick of her ordeal, sick of the inside of her house, and sick of the empty bed that was far too big for her alone. She knew precisely where she was headed when she opened her front door, and even the bite of the stinging rain could stop her from completing her mission. It was, undoubtedly, a drastic measure, but she had put up far too long with drastic times.

Two weeks prior.

“I will not be away long, dearest,” her husband promised, though his own eyes were laced with a distinct sorrow that even his unending wisdom could not mask. “I will write when I can. Will you write to me, as well?”

“If I don’t, will you come home sooner?”

He laughed. She would miss the sound.

“I will return as soon as my job is complete.”

“And you’re sure I can’t come with you?”

“I fear your boss at the book house would not appreciate your sudden departure,” he argued, frustratingly practical to the extent that it made her pout. It wasn’t fair that he always made such good points. She deserved to be impractical every now and again, but her husband always made far too much sense. “And I could hardly put you in such danger. I fear that the days ahead will be harsh. You should not be subjected to such hostilities.”

“And you should?”

“I have survived far worse.”

“Yes, but you can’t exactly hurl mountainsides anymore, can you?” She muttered under her breath, folding her arms like a cross child, if only so that he would dote upon her.

“While it is true that I cannot control the earth as I could in my youth, you underestimate my resolve. I am no feeble old man, my love. I will return to you safely, as I always have, as I always will.”

Eventually, she had been convinced, though hardly happy about it. She may have been a lowly bookstore clerk with a penchant for adventure novels, but she was also a seasoned adventurer herself. Who better to judge such subject matter than one who has experienced it firsthand?

Y/n could have easily boarded the boat with her husband and traveled to Inazuma to fulfill whatever harebrained request had been made of him. Why some random Inazuman citizen had any authority to commission a funeral parlor consultant from Liyue, she did not know, but if she ever met the doushin who had sent for her husband to cross the sea under such treacherous conditions, she would not be kind.

But despite her dramatics, she woke up the next day, rubbed her eyes of sleep all by herself, made tea all by herself, and made the walk to work all by herself, feeling all the while that the sun was a little dimmer without her companion to help guide her step.

She felt desperate. She felt pathetic, like some poor little lost puppy, following her husband around and giving him big moony eyes every time he so much as cleared his throat to speak, but before she had met him, she had been lonely for some time. She was quiet by nature, and when she had packed her life up and moved to Liyue on a whim, it hadn’t been long before she realized that her only friends were coworkers and books.

Meeting him amongst the shelves was a dream, and falling in love with him was a fresh adventure every day.

As she stepped behind the desk at the Wanwen Bookhouse, she remembered exactly where he had stood when she had first met him.

She didn’t want to bother him—most who wandered onto the top level of Wanwen Bookhouse enjoyed the quiet. The Liyue sun was good to them, pleasantly wandering across the spines of books but not so harsh that it bore down on the patrons as they leisurely paced through the shelves. She tended to let her visitors experience the shop at their own pace until they signaled a need of her.

This man, however, looked so remarkably pensive that she could not help but ask. His one hand pressed lightly to his chin and the other tucked behind his back, the only part of him that proved him not to be an elegant statue was his hair, bristling at the ends as the wind flitted through the pages around him.

“Can I help you find something today?” she asked him, approaching as though opening her hand toward a timid animal. “You look awfully deep in thought.”

He took his time responding, but his kind smile was enough to assure her that she had not overstepped. When he did speak, his voice, sturdy as stone and smooth like honey, warmed her.

“I am glad you asked. If I might take a moment of your time, I have several questions regarding this series.”

“I’d be happy to answer, sir.”

He took a single book into his gloved hands, cradling it gently yet weighing it as though assessing its contents through feel alone, as if it would somehow whisper to him the precise questions he ought to ask of her. She took his brief distraction to watch him unabashedly. The people of Liyue were pretty, certainly, but this man had eyes made of precious stone a face of ageless beauty. The way he carried himself alone was enough to make her feel only two inches tall, but the ease with which he spoke to her and the care of his words calmed her.

“I am curious about the author. Zhang Jianning is a name I have yet to encounter. Do you know of his history?”

She nodded, a quiet smile rising on her face. Thankfully, the man had asked her about a beloved adventure series, one which she was immensely fond of. If there was any single employee at the Wanwen Bookhouse who could best answer his questions, it was her.

“Zhang Jianning is actually a pen name. Call of the Ocean Void was actually written by a woman, who used the name of her husband so that she could publish her works.”

“Fascinating,” he replied, and she sensed that he meant it. Sometimes, a customer would ask her for a recommendation, and she would get overexcited at the prospect and accidentally bore the patron into pitying her, nodding along though they had stopped caring long ago. It wasn’t often, after all, that she got to talk to people about a subject she loved so dearly, so when someone asked a question, she really let herself go.

“Her name was actually Zhang Ting, and her work was revolutionary at the time. The genre was flooded with a whole lot of men telling the same stories, and when Ting published the first book of her series, it was an instant success. She revealed her true name when she finished the last installment of the series, and then published everything afterwards under her own name. But instead of changing newly published editions of Call of the Ocean Void, she kept them under her husband’s name as thanks to him.”

“That is a wonderful tale,” the man complimented her, and she flushed at the praise. It wasn’t every day that she had tall, handsome men praising her for her ability to ramble about her favorite books. “Do you enjoy this series yourself?”

“Me?”

“Yes. You are obviously quite interested in its history. Do you enjoy the content, as well?”

“It’s one of my favorites,” she explained as her fingers brushed across the book spines, coming to rest on one particular novel. “The fourth book is my favorite. It’s—well, I won’t tell you, in case you decide you’d like to read it. Do you like adventure novels?”

“I often find myself consuming solely non-fictional accounts and entirely neglecting fiction, but I have recently become quite appreciative of the thrill of adventure.”

Y/n had helped him purchase the book, and within a few days, he had returned for the next book in the series. By the fourth book, he decided that he would buy all of them at once, and she, though pleased by the idea that she had sparked his interest in a beloved series, lamented that she would no longer be encountering the man who was turning out to be her favorite customer.

As she carefully jotted down the details of his newest purchase for her records, he cleared his throat, and for the first time, she witnessed a slight discomfort in his stance.

“Miss Y/n, I wonder if you have ever taken the time to listen to the local storytellers? I find that Tian is quite skilled in his art.”

“Mr. Tian is the storyteller at Third-Round Knockout, right? I haven’t had the pleasure.”

“Then, perhaps you would be interested in accompanying me tomorrow evening.”

“To… to listen to the storyteller?”

“Yes, if you would like. If you have other matters to attend, I understand.”

“No, I would like that.”

Y/n sighed sweetly at the memory, cursing her past self for being so oblivious and so cowardly. If she had accepted that their first trip to the storyteller had been their first date, then perhaps they could have moved on with the whole relationship with considerably more efficiency than they did, dawdling and pining for at least a year.

Despite the memories that lived amongst all of the shelves, she completed her job as efficiently as she could without daydreaming.

Eleven Days Prior.

Several days later, and she was desperate enough to wander into the halls of the Northland Bank, seeking the company of the man who had attempted to drown the entire city with her inside it, and yet, somehow became a friend to both her and her husband. Tartaglia, if rumor was to be believed, had killed her husband, but she only rolled her eyes at such tall tales. The bloodthirsty Eleventh Harbinger would never kill without a proper fight, and despite his grandstanding, a row with Morax was not a fight Tartaglia could reasonably win.

“I’m here to see Childe,” she muttered to the baffled attendant behind the counter. Usually when she made visits to the Northland Bank, she was accompanied by her husband, whose stately presence made up for the fact that the two of them were seemingly nobodies come to call on a high and mighty harbinger. Now all by herself, she was just a shy little civilian who no doubt appeared visibly unnerved by the hollow and clean halls of the bank.

“Lord Tartaglia does not take meetings without an appointment,” came the steady reply. The guards eyed her warily. “What is your name?”

“Y/n. I don’t have an appointment, though.”

“Then I’m afraid you will have to return once you have made the appropriate preparations.”

“Oh. Sorry, then, I—”

“Y/n! There you are, comrade.” If the voice wasn’t unmistakable, the fiery head of hair that bobbed down the stairs was a clear tell from a mile away. As soon as his boots hit the expensive marble floor, all heads in the room bowed in reverence. Y/n felt a swell of pride in her chest. “Don’t tell me that Levin was giving you a hard time.”

“He was just making sure I wasn’t coming to assassinate you, I suppose.”

“And? Are you?”

“Don’t sound so excited about it, Childe. I’m a decent adventurer, but I would be far too easy of a fight for you.”

“Yes, I fear that you would be,” he uttered, though his voice was still riddled with the humor that made his threats so chilling—the ease with which he spoke of conquest and battle, followed by a cheery laugh, made talking with him unnerving at times. It was only because he was a dazzling conversationalist and a loyal friend that she and her husband were able to skillfully repress Tartaglia’s rocky past.

“So why do you still look like you want to try it?”

“Ah, because after I’ve successfully gotten you out of the way, then your lover would have no choice but to fight me. Where is Mr. Zhongli, by the way? I’m surprised he’s left you to roam the streets alone.”

Her face scrunched so pitifully that Childe nearly laughed, had it not been for the unutterable sadness that filled her eyes.

“He’s in Inazuma,” she whined, trekking with heavy step up the stairs behind him. “Some stupid doushin asked for his expertise on a case or something.”

“Inazuma. That’s awfully far. How long will he be gone?”

“Two weeks.”

“Aw, poor little thing. You look like someone’s knocked the wind right out of your sails. But, if you’re lonely, we could always go outside the city and find some treasure hoarders to knock around a bit.”

She pondered the idea longer than she was proud of.

“Ask again in a few days,” she finally sighed. “I might get bored enough to take you up on that.”

One Week Prior.

She had, several days later, taken up Tartaglia on his offer to go adventuring, and even though he had been more than happy to take care of any enemy that passed their way, y/n still ended up aching in the joints and riddled with little cuts and bruises all over every inch of skin that had been exposed during their journey.

So, she hobbled up the long and arduous path to Bubu Pharmacy, praying to all the archons that the tall stairs would miraculously shorten to make her journey less painful.

“How am I supposed to pray to Rex Lapis for the earth to bend to my will,” she muttered bitterly as she heaved another step upward, “when he’s out of town on a business trip?”

“Good afternoon, y/n! You’re looking a little worse for wear. Might I inquire as to why you’re so beaten up?”

Hu Tao skidded to a halt beside her, and somewhere, Qiqi let out a relieved sigh that the director had been momentarily sidetracked by another potential client.

“I went out adventuring yesterday, to pass the time.”

“To pass the time, or to pass away? You know, I have been designing an attractive pair of couple’s coffins for you and Mr. Zhongli, but if you go ahead and die now, you’ll get a significant discount.”

“I don’t plan on dying right now, but thank you,” y/n muttered, somewhat gratefully. She had been quite sure at the bottom of the stairs that she would survive to the top, but somewhere around the middle, her faith in herself wavered.

“Let me know if you change your mind. Have you heard from Mr. Zhongli since he’s been gone?”

“Mm, he sent me a couple letters. The weather’s been rough in Inazuma lately. Apparently, their stormy season is particularly trying.”

Y/n grimaced as she recalled her husband’s wording, and the way she knew he was masking some of the peril he had experienced. No doubt, he was trying his best to keep her from worrying so much that she hopped on the next boat out of town and tried to fight the Raiden Shogun in his honor.

My dearest y/n,

I write to inform you that I have safely landed in Inazuma’s port at Ritou. The maple trees are rich with color, and the air is clean, when the storms have subsided. Ritou is lined with quaint little markets, and I have found the time to pick up a few souvenirs you will no doubt find interesting.

I did remember my wallet, this time.

The famed Yae Publishing House is my next prospect, and I intend to visit as soon as I have reasonable time. Perhaps if I find a suitable novel, I can read it aloud to you when I return. Though, I miss your voice so much I may request that you read it aloud to me, at least for a night. I could never fully give up the sight of you curled up at my side, dozing off to sleep at the sound of my voice.

I hope you are faring well in my absence. I know how reluctant you were to leave me by the docks, and it pained me just as much to watch as you faded into the distance. I could see the tears in your eyes, and my heart begged me to beseech the captain to turn the boat around just so that I could comfort you.

I digress—I do not wish to make you feel lonely.

Inazuma is a beautiful nation, despite its weather becoming volatile at times. There is no need to worry, however, as my lodging during my journey provides me a sturdy roof. I doubt, as well, that this nation’s archon would be so quick to strike me down with her lightning.

Rest assured that the Shogun’s thunder is a terror I have survived many a time.

I hope to bring you here someday, during a season in which the weather is far more temperate. The Sakura trees surrounding the Grand Narukami Shrine are loveliest at the peak of their blooms, and I believe you would enjoy the long and winding walk to the mountain’s peak. The pathway is paved with stone, and the red of the wooden terraces is rich against the pale blue of the sky.

Nothing compares, however, to the way you shine under the Liyue sun. I hope the sun shines on the day I return to you, darling, but even if it does not, I will be equally overjoyed to see you.

All my love,

Zhongli

Y/n hoped that Hu Tao couldn’t read the way her lip barely trembled at the thought of the poetic letter. She wished, after all the beautiful books she had read, of all the brilliant and descriptive words she knew, that she could write nearly as well as Zhongli. He always went on about how he loved the way her words sounded on her tongue or on the page, but she knew that she was hardly impressive compared to him.

She swooned when he so much as asked her to pass the sugar bowl.

Hu Tao, despite having offered y/n a comfortable means of transport to the afterlife, helped her up the stairs until Dr. Baizhu could properly prescribe a salve that would hopefully heal all of her wounds by the time her husband arrived, though she wasn’t opposed to the idea of her beloved doting on her as he cooed at how pitiful her wounds looked.

Perhaps she would skip a few applications and let Zhongli give her a massage, for good measure.

Four Days Prior.

She stared down the incense burner with an intense passion, as though lighting the embers with her very eyes. Of course, she could write letters to her husband, but it wasn’t fast enough. It wasn’t nearly as comforting as talking to him in person, and even though he wasn’t nearly as involved in Liyue’s affairs as before, he was still at least semi-divine, so she was willing to stake her chances that he might hear her should she direct all her wishes to Rex Lapis’s little effigy that sat atop the stone burner instead of waiting for Zhongli to reply.

She spoke to him with little regard for the other supplicants milling about the terrace—if anyone should hear her, they would likely think her some enthusiast of the former Geo Archon, mourning his loss and pining for his return.

“I miss you,” she spoke as the fragrance began warming the air around her. “I don’t know if you can hear me, but I miss you so much it hurts.”

Waiting on a sign was silly, but she still hoped beyond hope that the smoke might give her some kind of signal. When nothing happened, she addressed him again, this time listing all of the names she could remember, just in case. The earth might not respond to Zhongli, but it would certainly recognize Morax.

“Zhongli. Rex Lapis. Lord of Geo. Morax. If you can hear me, you should say something now so I don’t look like a buffoon talking to a dead god.”

It could have been her eyes playing tricks on her—her sleep schedule had been wretched in her husband’s absence—but the smoke gave a slight hitch to the left as it rose.

“Yes, I know you’re not actually dead, but no one else knows that. What’s the point of marrying a former god if he can’t hear you when you pray to him?”

She sighed, sitting down on the sun-soaked pavement with her legs crossed.

“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be snippy. I just forgot how lonely I was before I met you. Now that we spend so much time with each other, it’s hard to be away from you for this long without going mad. I’m starting to doubt that you can hear me at this point, but if you can, please try to cut your trip short. I don’t know if I’ll last four more days.”

For the next hour, she sat in the sun and mumbled sweet supplications to Rex Lapis, hoping that at least one of them would reach his ears.

He had told her of his identity the night he asked her to marry him. It was a prerequisite, he said. Before he asked her the all-important question, he had to ensure that she was comfortable with all of him—his past, present and future selves.

“Y/n, if we are to proceed with this relationship, I must inform you of something which might alter the course of your feelings towards me. I… have not always been a funeral parlor consultant.”

She expected that perhaps he had been wild in his youth, running with treasure hoarders or engaging in the shady trade that always littered the lower docks. Never could she have imagined that his prior job had been Geo Archon, but the more she thought about it, the more it made sense. He had, more times than she could count, corrected arrogant historians on minute details, filling in narrative holes with all sorts of odd accounts that somehow lined up entirely with historical fact.

Besides that, there was one occasion on which Tartaglia had referred to Zhongli as, “the guy who sealed up Osial in the first place,” which y/n had written off as some strange inside joke between the two.

The night he had revealed the truth to her, it had taken her several hours of questioning, which he had valiantly endured, to adjust to the new information, though her heart never thought twice about her decision to agree to his proposal. When he finally asked the question, she responded so immediately that it shocked him.

“Darling, I am overjoyed to hear this, but I must ask if you are sure. This is quite a lot to take in at once. If you require a few days’ thought, I would understand.”

“I know my answer now. I love you—every bit of you, even the parts that are complicated. I don’t mind what other names you’ve been called in the past, or other lives you’ve lived. You’re my Zhongli now, and you’ll be my Zhongli forever, if you’d like.”

“That is more than I could ever ask.”

When she agreed to marry him, she never pictured herself awaiting his return by sitting cross-legged before his draconic visage, muttering under her breath for only the cool stone to hear. It was worth it, however, to feel that he was so close even when he was so far away. No one else in the harbor could claim that their lover’s figure sat handsomely etched in stone in statues overlooking the city. She was the only one who could confirm whether Rex Lapis at all resembled his statues.

And she was quite smug about that, as well.

One hour prior.

He begged his heart not to expect the sight of her at the docks, her figure swaying amongst the silhouetted crowd as his ship crested the horizon and set for the docks. He had not discussed his arrival time with her, as he did not know it himself, and thus, it would be impractical for him to assume that she lingered at the docks for his return.

Even still, when he saw that the docks were empty at such late hours of the night, his heart stung with the pang of loneliness that would have to last just a bit longer.

He filled his mind instead with visions of her swaddled in blankets, chest rising with steady breath as she dreamed peacefully. When he finally arrived home, he could finally remove his business clothes, let loose his hair, and participate in that sweet domestic ritual of curling up in bed beside his wife, wishing to see her eyes but hating to wake her.

When he opened the bedroom door to find the house entirely empty, he fought to keep himself level. Surely, there was a reasonable answer for this. She had written him hardly a day prior, so he assumed her to be still in good health. Perhaps, even, she had overexerted herself in filling his absence, attending some late-night party from which she would eventually crawl home, exhausted and socially spent.

He doubted this. She had begun to appreciate light conversation more since the start of their relationship, but she was hardly the type to stay out past bedtime to engage in any social activities.

He searched the whole house one more time, thoroughly exhausting all his options until he was left with only the impractical—his wife could hardly fit in the vase by the fireplace, but he had to be sure of this. Compiling a list of her most frequent haunts, he took to the streets, not caring a single bit that the gray clouds had pooled all in one adumbral mass above the harbor, pouring rain that startled the seas with its force.

The Wanwen Bookhouse was, of course, closed at such a late hour, its wares sheltered in billowing tarps that pushed and pulled loudly in the strong winds. He thought she may be there, too, drenching herself to the bone as she fought to keep the pages of her favorite books safe, but she was not hiding amongst the shelves.

The Terrace was empty, save for the dimming light of the glaze lilies, closing their buds to the storm that threatened to pull their stalks from the earth. The incense that had once burned in the public altar was dampened entirely. Just as he was about to head for his next destination, however, the dome of a single lavender umbrella cut through the driving rain.

“Mr. Zhongli, I am surprised to find you here at this hour,” Keqing spoke in measured tone, as though it was perfectly normal for her to be there at that hour. “You’re soaking wet. Might I offer you an umbrella from my office for your journey home?”

“Forgive me, Lady Keqing, I do not mean to be abrupt, but I cannot seem to find my wife.”

“Quite alright, Mr. Zhongli. I assumed she had met you at the docks. I haven’t seen her since yesterday, but if I do, I will be sure to let her know that you’re looking for her.”

“Thank you, Lady Yuheng.”

He was gone long before he could acknowledge the quiet wave of farewell she gave. His next destination—and he prayed this to be wrong—was the pharmacy, where a single lamp flickered in the front office.

“Good evening. Or… is it now morning? Qiqi… does not own a watch.”

“Qiqi, have you seen my wife?” he questioned hurriedly, forgetting in his haste that the smallest of the pharmacy employees was also the slowest.

“Your… wife? You are Mr. Zhongli. Qiqi wrote down your name, because you always compliment Qiqi on the selection of violetgrass. Should Qiqi call for Dr. Baizhu?”

“No, thank you, Qiqi.”

A wasted venture, but one that took him to one of the last locations on his list, and the one place he would find someone who might truly have information. The Northland Bank was, after all, open at all hours of the day and night.

“Enjoying the rain, Zhongli? You don’t seem like the type to go out without an umbrella. I’d be happy to lend a few mora, if you need to procure a new one.”

“Thank you, Childe, but I fear an umbrella would be of no use to me at this point. Pardon me, but I do not have time to speak with you just now, I—”

“No time to speak?” Tartaglia asked him with a strange sort of glimmer in his eye that caught in the moonlight. “That’s odd. It’s rare that you don’t have a story to tell me, though, I suppose it makes sense. You wouldn’t go out in the rain and get soaked for no reason. Tell me, Zhongli, what’s your mission today? You look awfully determined.”

Zhongli sighed. Childe was, by some odd event, a friend to him, and though the two had spent hours exchanging stories, Zhongli was in no mood to humor his friend’s conversation, however amicable. As the hour drew on, his worry grew until it sat heavy right in the center of his chest.

“I have been looking for my wife, to no avail. I am aware that she is capable, but I am beginning to worry.”

“Y/n has certainly been lonely since you left on your little adventure. She’s stopped by the bank on more than one occasion, just to chat. The first time it happened, I thought something must be wrong. I’m not used to seeing one of you without the other at this point.”

“Childe, have you seen her today?”

“I haven’t. But, I might have an idea of where she may be.”

“I would be incredibly grateful for any information you are willing to spare.”

“She’s with you, of course,” Childe answered with a laugh, as though it should be obvious. When Zhongli’s brow furrowed, the younger man’s smile only grew. “I did say that I hardly see one of you without the other, didn’t I? So where else would she be, than with you?”

Childe lifted one long arm to point upwards towards the horizon, dotted with brightening stars that grew as the sun dissipated behind the harbor’s wavering border. Rising tall, just above the rolling hills beyond the city’s gates, stood a singular, familiar figure, glowing faint blue against the darkening sky.

“I see,” Zhongli whispered. The waver in his tone faded into a fondness that untied the great knot of worry that had tangled his heart. It was silly, of course—he should have been upset that his most beloved had ventured out into the rain on such a wild and sentimental hare, but he could not bring himself to feel even the slightest bit of resentment towards her.

He had left her alone for two weeks. It was only reasonable that she should seek comfort in the next best thing. He hardly took time to thank Tartaglia before rushing towards the hillside, following the faint glow of the Statue of the Seven.

As he approached the statue, he saw her, shadowed by stone and sky, huddled into an uncomfortable mass on the statue’s lap. He fended off the passing sting of jealousy—it was his lap, but it wasn’t.

He hardly had trouble making his way up to the top, though as he did, he could not help but wonder how she had climbed there, and in the rain, of all things, but he thought to ask her later. There were far more pressing issues on his mind.

“Darling, wake up,” he cooed, brushing his fingers across the side of her face and warmed at the precious sight of her squirming and mumbling sleepily. “We need to get you out of this rain. You’ll fall ill in this cold.”

“Zhongli,” she whispered, as though in the midst of a sweet dream. “Get home, already. I can’t sleep when you’re not here.”

“I’m sorry, dearest. I am here now. Come—let me take you home.”

“Mmhmm. Okay. Carry me?”

“Of course. Hold on tight.”

“You’re really home?”

“Yes, my love, I am truly home.”

“Oh, no,” she whined, burying her head into his chest. “I’m sorry. You must be tired, and here I’m making you carry me. You can put me down, I can walk on my own.”

“Nonsense. How long have you been curled up against nothing but unyielding stone? It is my pleasure to carry you home, dear.”

She hummed happily as he crossed the threshold of their house, the amber glow of the kitchen lamp flushing their cheeks red with warmth as they sought shelter from the cold rain. Once she was on her own two feet, she quickly returned to the cradle of his arms, hiding herself away against him as though he would disappear if she did not hold him close enough.

“I must seem pathetic,” she whimpered, and he only laughed in response. The gracious rumble in his chest was enough to give her a smile of her own.

“Of course not. Should it be of interest to you, I found it difficult to sleep apart from you as well. The only way I found myself able to close my eyes at all was because I kept something of yours with me.”

“Hmm? What is it?”

“Oh, I—” he stammered, uncharacteristically flustered at the sudden turn of the conversation that placed all attention on him. “I borrowed a shirt of yours.”

“My green shirt? The one with the pocket on the front? So that’s where it’s been.”

“I apologize if you missed it.”

“I missed it a little, but not as much as I missed you.”

“That is good to hear,” he sighed. He pressed his lips quietly to her forehead, letting himself enjoy the weight of her in his arms before he went to move again, this time taking her by the hand and leading her towards the bedroom. “Come now, darling. We should rid ourselves of these clothes before we both fall ill.”

“Oh?”

“What an odd look in your eyes, dear. I am merely suggesting that you should not remain in wet clothes for very long, for your health.”

“You’re not suggesting anything else?”

He did not respond, but the twitch of his mouth gave him away, and she grasped his hand, eager to follow wherever he may lead.

#zhongli x reader #genshin impact x reader #zhongli imagine #zhongli fluff #genshin impact imagine #god i am shit at writing specific tags so i hope these work #also if you read this far thanks for reading and i love you

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watatsumiis · 1 year

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Snuggle series - Rex Lapis edition

Now this. this is going to be the epitome of self indulgent. I love dragons, I've loved dragons my whole life, they're my scrunkly little guys. I spend more time than I'd like to admit to thinking about snuggling with the Geo Archon's Exuvia. He's so special to me.

Content: Gender neutral reader, platonic fluff, general snuggly stuff, Rex Lapis is bigger than pictured in canon. Set in a timeline where the events of the game haven't happened.

561 words (oops).

To everybody else, Rex Lapis is, well, Rex Lapis, an Archon, untouchable and distant, someone who drops by once a year for the Rite of Descension to hand out whatever complicated business stuff is his wont.

To you, however, he's your friend - albeit a little bigger, a little scalier and sharper than when you first met him as Zhongli, a little more abrupt, but still perfectly amicable.

You'll never fathom how he manages to fit himself into such small spaces - he's about the size of one of the boats that stops in at the harbor on a regular basis, and about three times as long, yet he somehow manages to fold and drape himself to fit perfectly into the living room of the small studio apartment he rents once the furniture has been moved.

He's perfectly content to sit there, curled in on himself as he dozes in the warm afternoon light that bounces off the ocean outside, right through the windows and onto his ambery brown scales. He may lazily open an eye as you walk in, flicker an ear as you say something to him, but otherwise he's more than happy to sleep the afternoon away like a lazy cat.

You have a huge variety of choices on what to do, you could sit and lean your back up against him, or clamber over his hindquarters to nestle amongst his mane, use his tail like a mattress, or clamber underneath one of his paws like it's a weighted blanket, or more - his sheer size and the thickness of his scales makes you wonder if he's even aware of these things.

He is, of course he is - it's not an unusual experience for him to have humans treat him in such a way - the unrestrained power of an Archon is something few humans can resist reveling in in some way or another.

Rex Lapis' company brings with it a sense of deep seated calm and stability, like there's a constant whisper in the back of your mind reminding you that everything will be okay - it's infinitely calming, especially after you've had a long day. He certainly doesn't mind having you nearby - after getting to know you as Zhongli, it only makes sense that he enjoys your presence in his other forms too.

Some afternoons you're quiet, more than content to curl up and read a book, nap alongside him (sometimes you may awake to find he's curled himself around you as he seeks your warmth), or do something else quiet that has caught your attention - though others, you can get somewhat restless, and it doesn't take Rex long to pick up on that. If you seem a little too jittery or anxious, he might assign you a task, something small and repetitive that you can do while still being physically close to him, like brushing his fur or reading some papers aloud to him (his claws can't quite manage delicate little books and scrolls when he's like this) and it can help ease some of the nervous energy that can build up during stressful days.

He's always a very pleasant temperature, radiating warmth on cold days and cool to the touch on warm days - his mane smells a little bit like a freshly tilled garden after rain. Overall, spending time with Rex Lapis is nothing short of lovely.

Please don't repost, steal, copy or otherwise plagarise my writing! This includes posting translations to other sites.

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sasusakucoded · 5 months

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Sasuke is a senior college student that frequents the library during his free time. He likes to stay there because 1) the temperature is perfect, 2) it's quiet, and 3) no one bothers him. He always sits at his self-proclaimed spot near the last shelf.

Finals are coming, so professors let the students study during their classes. They are still required to report for attendance but they're not required to study in the classroom. Sasuke takes this opportunity to stay at the library and pass time.

He goes to the 3rd floor and enters the room. To his dismay, his spot is not available. That whole section is under renovation. He doesn't want to share desks, so he goes to the table by the window.

He takes out a random book from his bag and pretends to study. He looks around and looks out the window eventually. He sees someone slumped on the floor outside the building across. It seems that she's also studying by the looks of the scattered books and notebooks around her. Sasuke takes out a notebook and starts drawing random things. Every once in a while he can't help but look down the window.

"It's been hours and she's still there. With that number of books and readings, she must be a pre-med student," he reckons. He checks the time and packs his things. At exactly 4 PM, he leaves the library and calls it a day.

The following days are routinary. Sasuke notices that the girl is at her "spot" everyday, too. "For three consecutive days, I never saw her eat. Not even once. And she stays there longer than my stay here at the library." Sasuke isn't sure if his conclusion is true, so he decides to observe her keenly on the 4th day.

"So, she doesn't really eat, huh. How can she even study?" he wonders.

On the 5th day, he goes to the university earlier than usual, making sure he's there earlier than her. He leaves a paper bag on her spot. He rushes to the library and looks out the window to wait for her arrival.

She comes and immediately sees the paper bag with big "To pink-haired girl" on it. She looks around but sees no one. She opens the bag and sees a disposable bento box and a note. It reads:

Hello! I noticed that you don't eat the entire time you're studying. Please have this. I swear it's not poisoned and I swear I'm not a creep. (drawing of a T-rex)

She places the bag to the side and starts studying. This frustrates Sasuke. It seems to him that she doesn't plan to eat the food. He opens his notebook and starts doodling instead. After an hour, he decides to go out and have some snacks. He glances at the window and sees the girl eating the bento meal he gave. "Damnit, how did I miss her opening the bento?" He stays and watches until she finishes the food. "I'm not sure if she liked it, but I guess she finished everything.."

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Monday comes and Sasuke prepares another bento box for her. "Why am I even doing this for a stranger," he thinks as he rolls another maki.

He goes back to the spot and leaves the bag. He notices something posted on the wall. He goes near it and reads the note on a stationery:

Dear Dino-san,

Thanks for the food, but more importantly, thanks for your concern! The beef gyudon and mushrooms were tasty. I enjoyed the fruits as well!

Please don't worry about me. I'll bring snacks for myself next time.

Thanks again! Good luck on your exams!

Pink hair (✿˶’◡˘)♡

Sasuke smiles as he pulls the paper. He quickly pens a note and leaves it in the bag.

He's at his spot, anticipating the girl's reaction.

She opens the bag and sees two notes:

1st note:

Hi, I hope you liked the 1st one. Here's your supply for today. Eat and study well! (drawing of a T-rex)

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2nd note:

It's too late! :P

Also, if you're referring to protein bars or chewing gums for snacks, don't even think about it! Let me give you food until your exams are over. It's easy to make because I also prepare food for myself.

(cuter T-rex drawing)

She smiles at the note. Her smile is so big that it's evident from where Sasuke is sitting. It makes him very happy.

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In the following days, he prepares more complicated dishes. They still exchange notes and in just few days, they become comfortable which each other, ranting about things. She says:

The food is super good but you're making me fat, Dino-san. (ू˃̣̣̣̣̣̣︿˂̣̣̣̣̣̣ ू)

Our exam in Cell Bio was super hard. I quit!!! (◕︿◕✿)

How come you have so much time preparing food? Don't you need to review too? └| ∵ |┘

What's your favorite dinosaur? I feel like it's not T-rex. You just draw it because it's the easiest one. 乁༼☯‿☯✿༽ㄏ

On Friday, Sasuke goes to her spot as usual. He takes the note posted on the wall and reads it:

Dino-san,

Sorry I forgot to tell you that today (Thu) is my last day of exams. I don't need to review anymore. Sorry, I won't be at my spot tomorrow (Fri). ◕︵◕

—Haruno Sakura

"Sakura..," he sighs as he puts the note into his bag. He picks up the paper bag and goes on his way.

He's still thinking about the note. "Haruno Sakura.. I must research about her when I get to the library." He goes to his spot..

"Dino-san!!"

It's the pink-haired girl sitting on his spot. She extends her hand for a handshake.

He reaches for her hand. "U-Uchiha Sasuke. S-Sakura, right?" He's very nervous yet excited. She's prettier face-to-face.

Sakura nods and they sit down. She looks outside, "so, this is where you look at me.. It's unfair that I couldn't even see you! Hmm. That angle is super unflaterring. I'm sure my forehead is big from this view.."

Sasuke laughs. "Not at all!" He continues laughing. "Sakura.. How did you know where I sit? Did you ask the librarian?"

"You underestimate the Science girl in me, huh?" she says as she giggles. "I used two mirrors. One regular and one convex."

"What? When? I didn't notice."

"Of course I didn't make it obvious. I used these." She shows the small mirrors that she used. "It was quite hard to see but I guess after 3 days, I was able to figure it out."

"That's— That's ingenious.."

She giggles again. "Thanks. I should have extra marks from my prof for applying Physics in my daily life." She bursts into laughter and takes out her phone. "Then I used this to zoom in. Then I saw you.. The cute Dino-san.. Who's always looking after me. Thank you, Sasuke-kun."

"Sasuke-kun.." he repeats while smiling at the thought that she mentioned his name that way.

"You said you're also preparing food for yourself. I guess my theory is correct that you only make bento for me." She pouts while crossing her arms.

"I'm sorry for lying. I don't have enough time to make two."

"From now on, I'll prepare your bento meal. In fact, I made you one for today."

"Y-You did?"

"Yes! So, I'll be on Dino diet and you'll be on Sakura diet. I'll make you fat too!"

Sasuke laughs and stares at her.

"Thank you, Sasuke-kun. My studies became easier when I learned that someone was cheering me on. Honestly, I was stress-eating before. I feel like your meals made me healthier."

"You're welcome. I'm glad I did that. And– And you're not fat. I don't know where you get that idea but you're not. And even so, you're still.. You're still.."

"I'm still what? Cute?" she laughs it off.

"Still beautiful.."

She blushes. "Stop! I might believe you if you'll continue with that."

He smiles and nods.

"Hmm. Your finals week isn't done right? So now, let me support you too in my own little ways.. Well, if you'll let me.." Sakura offers sincerely.

"Yes, please.."

"Okay, I know you have an exam later. Give me your arm!"

He extends his arm. She sits beside him and takes his wrist. "Don't move.. You said your favorite dinosaur is stegosaurus.. I practiced drawing it.." She's so focused with her drawing. He takes this time to observe her —how her hair and her scent are so fragrant, how her hands are so warm and soft. "There! That's your good luck charm. I'm sure you'll do good with that and the food that I made in your stomach."

"Thanks, Sakura.. The drawing.. I'm not sure if that's a dino going fast with the skateboard or it's his fart." They both share a laugh.

"Silence!!!" The librarian warned.

#sasusaku au #sasusaku fanfic #sasusaku fanfiction #from ask #ty anon #sscoded no 267

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wri0thesley · 2 years

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nat your zhongli thoughts i am CHEWING THE WALLS i am UNHINGED i have literally nothing coherent or normal to say except goddddddddddddddddddd i love the 'someone forced to read while being distracted and/or being teased so no matter how hard they concentrate they just can't keep themselves together' so much, and him making you read stories about him???????? killing me. love this. stroke the old man's dragon ego while he patiently lets you wreck yourself

cw: not sfw, afab reader, cockwarming

You keep losing your concentration.

It's not your fault; really! It's really, honestly, not your fault. You've read this book a few times, actually - and though it can be hardgoing (much of the more intense folklore about Rex Lapis is), you'd hardly consider it too taxing to be read aloud, especially when one is familiar with the content--

"Darling?" Zhongli's gloved fingers scoop up your chin, a hum low in the back of his throat that makes the cock inside of you seem to vibrate in time with the noise. "You're stuttering. Are you feeling quite well? I'm enjoying the re-telling, you know. Even if it's not . . ." His lips tilt the barest amount, the smallest degree, "exactly how I remember it."

Well. You wouldn't consider it too taxing to read, were you not reading it to Rex Lapis himself.

"I-I'm fine," you tell him, trying to steel your nerves - shifting on his lap, trying to find a spot that doesn't remind you with every breath and every shudder that Zhongli fills you up perfectly, hits every spot you could ever want stoked - the warm palm curled in the small of your back readjusts its grip, keeping you against him. His hold on you pretends to be gentle, but it is just as rock-solid as one would expect from the former Geo Archon. "I just needed to take a breath, that's all."

"Mm," Zhongli says. He shifts himself now, too - but you know for him, it is not merely to get more comfortable. Every move Zhongli makes is carefully pre-meditated and considered. In this case, it's pre-meditated to ensure you hear the lewd noise of your wetness, the gush of your fluids around his cock as he man-handles you like you weigh little more than a pebble on the beach.

(Despite that, he's still careful - perhaps, then, you are a delicate shell he has collected and does not want to shatter).

(He does not need to know you are a kiss away from shattering right now).

"If that's all." And then; "Oh," he says. "If I recall, this volume has a most charming little anecdote about the construction of my statues, does it not? All a work of fiction, of course, but still quite endearing in how it goes about the telling . . . won't you read me that one next, dearest?"

He punctuates the pet name with a lazy thrust of his hips, golden-dark eyes fixated on you. Your grip almost slips from the pages, sweaty with need - the hand on his shoulder fisting into his lapels as the most pathetic little noise of want escapes you. It's too much. You've been here too long, sweating and whimpering and feeling yourself clench around him and wanting nothing more than him to leave the pretense of this storytelling session behind and fuck you.

"Zhongli," you say, breathless, desperate. You dare to move your own hips, the slick noise of your own wetness leaking down out of you and onto his trousers utterly shameless. The fabric rubs against your clit and you can barely breathe. "I--I can't. I need--"

The hand on your back settles there like stone once more. The other hand trails down the front of your body - the open collar of your shirt, where your pulse beats against your throat, the curve of your chest where you would like nothing more than him to shed his gloves and pull and pluck and pinch at your nipples until you cry, the place where your thighs are spread wide on his lap to accommodate the stretch of his cock - and he brushes, with the lightest of touches, his index finger against your clit. It sends zaps all up your spine and you whine again, under-stimulated tears gathering in your eyes and making them wet and glassy.

You must look a sight, but Zhongli's voice is silky smooth.

"But, my dear," he says to you. "You promised. And you know how I feel about the sanctity of a contract."

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masterjedilenawrites · 10 months

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Hi! so i um read your “happily ever after” for the delta squad and i was wondering if you could do that for tbb and the bois? you’re such a good writer <3333

I haven't challenged myself to write individual headcanons in a while, and this sounded like the perfect prompt to do it with! Who doesn't want these precious boys to live happily ever after in their own special ways? 🥰 psst, I also threw in Gregor and Howzer as a little treat 🤭

Cody would actually fancy himself as some sort of a political advisor or ambassador. He imagines the clones will need some representation after the war, a place in the galaxy, and to have their voices heard. He could picture himself stepping up to that challenge and being happy with it. It would sure beat having to sit around with nothing to do...

Rex also wants to be involved with supporting his clone brothers, but he has a much more domestic picture in mind. A partner, for starters. Someone to share life with who can be his best friend. And a house, any size, any location, with a door that's constantly opening for any weary or lost brother who needs a place to crash.

Wolffe has a very specific image in his mind. It may sound silly, but he wants to find a settlement somewhere for all of his brothers to live in. Like a little clone village, where they each play a part in keeping things humming. They can bring in partners if they'd like, procreate, that sort of thing... but for the most part it'd just be them, all living together until the end of their days.

Fox just wants a nap. A true, honest to goodness nap. Uninterrupted, no guilt or piling to-dos in the meantime. Free to fall asleep at his own pace and wake up naturally. Cushy pillows and all. If he got just one good sleep in, he'd be content with literally anything in his life. Heck, he'll dig holes in Tattooine forever. Just please give him this one little thing.

Fives absolutely wants kids. A whole brood of them. He can hold any kind of job, live anywhere in the galaxy, so long as he gets to be called dad. He'll embrace the dad jokes, read all the parenting books, tear up at every milestone. And if the fates allow, perhaps he'll live long enough to even be called a grandad, too.

Jesse would want to stay in the army as long as he can. He can't imagine what else he could do with his life outside of it. He'd be one of those clones crashing on Rex's sofa, needing his brother's help to get back on his feet and find meaning in his life. Eventually it would come as a handyman, keeping his hands busy with repairs in homes or ships, and of course flirting with the owners.

Kix would say he never wants to see another cut or broken bone again, but realistically, he would go out of his mind if he wasn't needed in that way. He wouldn't be able to help himself from volunteering at a hospital, or just starting his own medical practice in order to do things right. He'd especially love teaching his medical knowledge to an apprentice.

Tup wants a farm full of animals and crops. He currently knows little to nothing about how to run a farm, or how to keep things alive, but for him, happiness will be in the discovery. He'll start small, with a window ledge garden and a tooka in Coruscant. Over time, as he saves up enough money for some real land, he'll learn all the ins and outs of irrigation, breeding, and then like.

Hardcase wants to travel and experience all he can. Skydiving, snorkeling, white water rafting, pottery... you name it. His bucket list will grow as he goes; he'll cross one item off only to add two more ideas on. The galaxy is just so vast and full of so much. He knows he has a short life to live, so he intends to utilize every second of it doing something outrageously fun.

Dogma wants to remain a soldier, but not during an active war. He'd rather use his knowledge and skills to help keep the peace. He likes the feeling of being needed, of providing protection to others, but he knows wartime takes its tolls, so being a peacekeeper is a good compromise in his mind.

Echo would want to help his brothers, from a therapy standpoint. He believes there can be purpose for the clones outside of war, but that it will take a lifetime of support, encouragement, and restructuring to get them there. Whatever ear he can lend or advice he can impart to help as many clones find their happy ending, you can bet he'll do it.

Hunter pictures himself in a peaceful cabin in the woods. Living off the grid, hunting for his own food, building his own furniture, just really embracing that holistic, hippy lifestyle. He'd also prefer if the rest of the Batch was around, too. He really can't stand the thought of being alone, and while he does want a partner and kids, he'd be lying if he said his brothers weren't part of the picture also.

Wrecker wants to travel, specifically to discover and try as much food as possible. How is he affording this fantasy? Who cares. It's his dream, leave him alone. Yes, he wants the feeling of a full belly every day, but exploring different flavors and cuisines and how to prepare food is genuinely exciting to him. Maybe he'll even get a food vlog going along the way.

Crosshair isn't really concerned with whatever "happily ever after" means. So long as he can be useful, do the things he was created to do. If the war ended and he couldn't be a soldier, he'd become some kind of bounty hunter or gun for hire. True happiness would only come if he also had a partner by his side. He won't know that, though, until it happens.

Tech doesn't think about the future. Or happiness. He will go along with whatever options are available to him, so long as he gets to be himself. The easiest, and most logical in his opinion, choice is to keep the Batch together, utilizing their talents for the betterment of the galaxy. But perhaps pod racing wouldn't be such a bad gig, either.

Gregor would be happy as a teacher or coach. Anything where he could mentor the youth of whatever community he finds himself in. It wouldn't even matter much to him what he was teaching; he'd find a way to become an expert in it just to uphold his duty of education. Though physical activity, of course, ends up being his forte.

Howzer truly wants to fall in love and be married. "Happily ever after" for him looks like two old souls, holding hands as they rock on a porch swing and gaze off into the sunset. He knows relationships are work, but he's had some good examples to look up to so far in his life, so he's determined to put in the effort with the right person.

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kavehnanginto · 1 year

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encounter

07: yes or yes!

"You are a lost cause in the case of logic and Mathematics," he sighed as you stood there thinking about how disappointed he looks at you. It was a normal sight for you now. "Actually I wanted to discuss about something to you, I was about to talk about this in our next tutor session however in this environment, it is absolutely perfect to talk about."

What?

The moment was disrupted by a single phone call and now you were left all alone. Damn.

"Kaveh, yes I haven't eaten them. Yes they are fully clothed. Mhm they are indeed not being a 'bitch in heat' or whatever you say..."

Angry murmurs can be heard on the other side of the phone and you can only expect that Alhaitham's ears are starting to bleed. But what can you really do when you don't even know what Kaveh is talking about?

They were bickering for a while and you were starting to get sleepy. But holding tight to your subconscious you overheard something.

"Yes we are, what did you say again? Dating? Yeah we are doing that right now mhm..."

I'm fucking screwed...

Books fell out of order when you grabbed his expensive phone, not caring if it breaks atleast your dignity will be saved. Scaramouche is gonna absolutely destroy you and bully you for years because of this.

"Hello... Kaveh. What Alhaitham said was..."

"The truth." He was relieved to see his phone still in one piece when he grabbed it from you. "Now go off and do some chit chat with Faruzan or something."

As he placed the phone on the floor he then went ahead and opened the lights. For an hour now you had to read using scented candles.

"All this time there was light? How did you even have access here?"

"I own this place." He casually mumbled and finally sat on his chair, the very same one he used when we first tutored. "Now where was I?"

"Did you just forget that you told Kaveh we were dating?"

"What's wrong with that?" His eyes were on you and even as you looked at every other thing in the room his eyes stayed frozen.

"Do you even know what date means?"

His eyebrows furrowed by such confidence regarding intelligence and knowledge of spelling for someone who can't even spell tyranosaurose rex.

"I might expect this question from someone like Faruzan or your friend with smoky eyeshadow and a mess of a haircut but not someone as dumb as you. Of course I know what dating means."

You sighed in relief and then thought out loud.

"Wait why the fuck would you say that to your blond chick then?"

"Because we are, atleast they think we are."

And finally you remember the warning and advice that Scaramouche gave you, and how he was indeed correct. Again. You had to use it now or else you're screwed. How can you have a chance eating a piece of ass from those hotties in Liyue when you are dating the loner that nobody likes... and everyone is obsessed with for some reason?

"And just about now that stupid gossip account will update..."

You heard your phone ring the next second.

He wanted to play that game, huh.

"Can you call Kaveh and say what you said was absolutely insane and... bullshit and not true?!"

"Oh just deal with it, I haven't told you why I even said that—"

"Atleast what I'll be saying is true..." you grabbed your phone and was about to type something. "Cal him back again or else..."

"You'll tell them what happened in Mondstadt?"

He again grabbed your phone and gently placed it on the floor, his steps were as calm as ever.

YOU WANTED YOUR SECOND YEAR OF COLLEGE TO BE BETTER THAN THIS. WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED WITH THAT?

"Let's see who will be more likely to suffer between the both of us." He sighed and wanted you to think rationally. "I may have not minded Kaveh's reputation of being my whore, but not you."

He pulled out his book and made you sat down next to him. If you had a knife that moment you don't know who you would rather kill first.

"I need you for something you see."

encounter: prev. masterlist. next.

alhaitham x reader smau

synopsis: after alhaitham accepted to tutor his token dumb classmate, the whole school started rumors and gossip to the unknown reason as to why while you were stuck dealing with him after that embarrassing encounter.

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black-dhalias · 2 years

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Desert Flowers

Ahkmenrah X Reader Warning: violence, death, graphic descriptions, implied smut

As night descends upon the Natural History Museum, Larry Daily arrives just before the sunsets, finding a large exhibit box in the lobby. His bosses curlicue writing on sticky note: ‘Unpack into Egyptology. On loan from the D.C. archives.’ He hmms, tossing the sticky note onto the desk and glances around. Waiting for the museum to come to life, and just as the last of the light fades off--he hears the subtle creaking of Rex beginning to move.

“Aaaaaa, how are you my boy?!” Larry looks up from the box, giving a half wave to the walking Roosevelt exhibit.

“Same as yesterday, Teddy.” It's lighthearted as the figure smiles down at Larry, hopping off his horse and looking over the box himself. Inspecting the wood crate, and the red fragile sticker stuck to the side.

“Larry!” The night guard looks up to see Ahkmenrah walking into view, his smile bright and nothing like someone who has spent forever cooped up in that tiny sarcophagus.

“Hey Ahk, just who I needed to see, this is for egyptology. So I thought you’d want to look.” He grabs the information key, or what he thinks would be. “It’s some books, some weapons, and-” His voice trails off as he glances back into the box, eyes wide. “And Ka-ha-mun-raaaaah? Kahamunrah’s wife?” Larry gives up on the name. “A mummy. It's a mummy.”

Ahkmenrah’s expression falls quickly as he rushes forward to read the paper himself, his eyes scan the page and his demeanor darkens as he reads the name of the wife. A dull echo of banging begins to reach his ears, but Ahkmenrah stops Larry from unpacking the box further just yet--a feeling of unease having settled in the room.

“Wait!” Ahkmenrah inhales deeply, “Just wait.” Ahkmenrah pulls out one of the historical books, and opens to the familiar page that details his life. Ahkmenrah’s life. He points at a picture of what would have been a recreation of your face. “That’s Y/N Y/L/N, and she’s the one in this box.” He begins to speak quickly…

Ahkmenrah stands at the palace entrance, his hands folded behind his back as you arrive with your parents. Your father is imposing and your mother endearing, and you are-Ahkmenrah smiles, seeing the softness of your expression. You are awe inspiring. He bows his head as the trio bows lowly to the Prince of Egypt. Their future pharoah. While your father walks off with the war generals, as your mother speaks with the ladies. You look up at the Prince with a smile, your cheeky grin mirroring one of his own as he walks towards you.

“Greeted by Prince Ahkmenrah. I must be special.” He always looked forward to your visits, and the kindness you often showed him with your doting gifts. You traveled with your father, gathering treasures from near and far. Things Ahkmenrah had never seen before, and those knick knacks brought him great joy when you left for months at a time.

“Only if you brought me something.” Your eyes go wide and expression flabbergasted as you laugh. It is a pleasant sound, one that brings a smile to his lips as he moves closer to you.

“Is that all I’m good for? Gifts?” He shrugs, inching closer as his eyes glance around to find the others all gone. Not that anyone would say anything. You were as good as promised to Ahkmenrah, chosen by him above anyone else. He embraces you tightly, his arms lifting you with ease as he spins you around.

“What can I say? Your immaculate taste is superior to anyone else’s gifts.” They’re not gold, or jewels, or things people give to him usually. They are things only you would think to give someone as a gift, specifically him. Once your feet touch the ground, his hands still resting on your biceps with your hands on his waist--just smiling up at him.

“Hmmmm…” You tilt your head back, lips pressed together before sighing and giving in. “I guess your compliments will work this time around.” He gladly returns the smile, as you begin walking towards the palace. His hands fold neatly behind his back as he follows beside you, a skip in his step that was not there earlier. “So what have I missed?” Ahkmenrah thinks for a second, leaning over as he sways.

“Well…” He pauses, “The Pharaoh has made a decision, one he plans to announce tonight, but…” Ahkmenrah draws out his words, his eyes are still joyful, but an unease forms in the pit of your stomach.

“But-?”

“But I wanted to be the one to tell you.” You stiffen, this sounds important. Like the kind of thing he shouldn’t be telling you at all. “I’m to be married by the end of the seventh sunset.” You completely stop in your step, your gift heavy in the pouch and your chest heavier. You feel as though someone- “To you.” At first, you do not register it. Completely, and blissfully unaware of it, but it does register and your smile grows. Everything feels as though it is on fire.

Face to face, you leap into him and feel Ahkmenrah catch you--swaying as he does and you smile. All you can do is smile for a moment. Nothing could ruin this, absolutely nothing could make this better than if you were marrying him tonight.

“That might just top my gift.” You hum, feeling him lower you to the ground, but this time, Ahkmenrah keeps you close. His parents had asked him months ago about marriage, and he pleaded with his father to consider you. You were the only child of the richest merchant, your family had wealth spanning the globe--recognition from other empires and it would be a wise match. But Ahkmenrah also explained his love for you, which will make his rule stronger.

“Oh Y/N, nothing tops something from you.” You could give him a scarf and it would mean the world, and he would shake the heavens and sky to show his thanks.

The banquet comes and goes, the room applauds the engagement and your parents smile with glee. You wooed a pharaoh, and would now take your place as one of the most powerful people in Egypt. You also fell in love, and while that mattered less, it still mattered to them. All through the night and into the early morning, Ahkmenrah does not leave your side even when his lips stain red from wine. He remains solidly at your hip, never too far and never out of reach.

You feel him lean into you, while you do not drink wine, Ahkmenrah accepted far too many glasses and soon enough, you were stumbling through the palace with his arm extended over your neck. His smile is lopsided and eyes dazed as he is unable to stop himself from staring.

“Y/N, did you know you’re beautiful?” You smile to yourself, blushing at the hundredth compliment.

“Ahkmenrah, you’ve only said it thirty times tonight alone.” You listen to the low hum as he leans his head onto your shoulder, which makes it significantly harder to walk towards his room.

“Did I now?” You lightly laugh, taking on more of his weight and continuing the trek.

“Oh yes, and you’ve poured your heart out twice in the last hour.” He nods, his smile growing and so does yours.

You reach his rooms though and the posted guards open the door, and you’d be blind to not notice one of them smiling at the Prince’s constant string of compliments. You murmur a ‘thank you’ before guiding him towards his bed.

Ahkmenrah feels your hands slip away as he sits on the edge of his bed, and he reaches out--making grabby hands as he tries to focus on your form. But the world began to go in and out of focus several hours ago. “Y/NNNNNNNNNN.” You sign, coming closer and placing either of his cheeks in the palm of your hands, feeling the sharp angles, but also soft skin.

“Ahkmenrah…”

“Don’t leave…” You are hesitant as you feel him guiding you towards the pillows, “You always leave, and now you can’t leave.” His words are laced with sadness, and it forces you to recall one thing that sits heavy on your shoulders. It has crossed your mind once or twice, because marrying Ahkmenrah prevents you from traveling as you used to--and you feel guilty for even thinking like that because you do love him.

“I’m just going to my rooms…” You brush dark curls from his forehead, smiling as he lulls. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” With soft steps, you retreat from his rooms and begin the walk towards your rooms. The halls are longer now and much quieter, and when steps creep up behind you--unease bubbles to the surface. Something about those heavy steps doesn’t sit right with you. You walk faster and so do they, and you inhale sharply--daring to glance behind, but slow when you see its Kahmunrah.

“Sweet Y/N, you seemed to be rushing. Running away from your promise already.” You smile tightly at the eldest prince, but not the heir. That title belonged to Ahkmenrah alone.

“To your disappointment, no.” He keeps pace with you until the words leave your lips, and then he is grabbing your wrist roughly. Pulling you towards him, his eyes just as dark as you remember them. “So I guess you don’t get to kill me just yet.” Kahmunrah’s fingers tighten, and you feel the bruises forming already. The ache extends into the bone.

“Y/N, you’ll never leave this palace again. Regardless of what happens.” Your eyes flicker from his eyes, to his hand and then back, daring him to hold you any longer. “Take care to remember your commitments. Your priorities.” He smiles, but it is not kind or warm--lacking both entirely.

“I don’t need your veiled threats. I know what has to be done.” His eyes and expression fall completely, and you try not to shake under his glare.

“Trust me. I haven’t even begun to threaten you yet.” But he walks away, and you are left to your thoughts and anxiety. The worry plaguing you time and time again, so much so that sleep becomes impossible.

Exhaustion is creeping up on you, but still you follow through with every celebration and event that follows the announcement banquet. It feels like all of Egypt is outside the palace, waiting for a glimpse of the future Pharaoh’s bride, but you feel disgusting--you feel unworthy. Your bed is not as soft, the walls much too echoey and the noise of the palace seems to dance through the room. Every noise.

There are two brief knocks and then the doors are open, to which you know it is Ahkmenrah… He is stunning as usual, he’s always been perfect even as a child. You would play in the garden’s together for hours on end, your mother’s watching fondly with those knowing looks.

Even then, everyone knew.

“Dearest… Are you alright? You don’t seem yourself.” You roll over, avoiding eye contact as the pillows embrace your form. The distance does not last long as he climbs into the bed, and lies so close your noses are almost touching. “I’m worried…” You try to smile, but he sees right through the attempt and shakes his head. His eyes are full of warmth. “Please? Just tell me… We’re to be married.”

“I can’t sleep…” You mumble, leaving out the why--shrugging when he asks and he just accepts it which hurts even more. You wish he would beg to know, plead, because you’ve never been able to lie to those beautiful brown eyes. He embraces you close and weaves his fingers into your hair, he hushes your thoughts and breaks down your worry. For a second, you drift off to the sound of his heartbeat beneath your head.

Hours passed with you in his arms, Ahkmenrah did not dare move as he went still, then drifted off himself. Were you this worried about marrying him? That you couldn’t even sleep, his own anxiety was more about if it’ll be enough? If he did things the right way? Or needed to do more? He didn’t worry about making you happy, because he had done that your whole life, but now that doubt is beginning to set in.

Ahkmenrah woke slowly, seeing the eyes of his father staring back at him with perplexion as he raised an eyebrow. “Curious…” But he never heard a word after that, save for his mother wacking his arm the next time she saw him.

Yet somehow, you still stand at the edge of forever with Ahkmenrah, your wedding came and went--it passed faster than a blink. The ceremony was long and elaborate, and the banquet that followed lasted for the entire night and once morning came--Ahkmenrah was guiding you to his rooms. Your rooms, as he said. Your stomach twists in a knot as the door opens, the guards gone from their post, but Ahkmenrah says nothing.

You smile up at him as he shuts the door tight, and begins to remove the many jewels that crowd both of your forms. His hands are delicate and every touch is brief, his fingers never linger anywhere too long as his gaze does not waiver. The sensation of your heart pounding in your chest would be enough to shake your entire form, but it doesn’t because he keeps you steady. That’s just who Ahkmenrah is.

“Even without gold, you are the greatest treasure I’ve ever laid eyes on.” He whispers, it’s like the words are caught in his throat--like long lulls of music. You tilt your head, studying his expression as he speaks, before stepping forward cautiously. Your eyes just briefly drift down to his chest before reverting back to his eyes, under the light of the fires, his eyes shine brighter than they ever have. Either palm rests on his chest as you bring yourself closer than before, your hands drag until they reach around his neck to undo the ties of the neck adornments.

The clatter of the garments echo off the stone, but walls keep their secrets when he rushes forward to embrace your entire body into his arms. Before, when his lips would brush your own during goodbyes or when he would kiss the back of your hand. They lingered, but you wished they could stay against your skin forever. Every touch and kiss, you feel as though you could live forever beneath warmth.

You tighten your arms around his neck, letting him naturally deepen the kiss as his chest presses heavily into your body--his lips rest just above yours as he speaks in a hum: "My beautiful Queen..."

He looks at you as if you are the most beautiful thing in the universe, as if there were not enough jewels and gold to compare to you. That kind of look, it should send shivers down your spine, but instead you feel a swell of anxiety mount. Yet his kisses shut the feelings away as your back presses into the mattress--when all is said, and all is done--you love Ahkmenrah.

So much so that as his lips trail down your neck, and you catch a glimpse of the flames from your place in the pillows--you try to let the comfort embrace you. But the flames twinkle and fade away, and your eyes blur from the mist that forms. His hands brace on either side of your body, but once the flame has completely extinguished--there begins the echo of swords.

Ahkmenrah's eyes widen as he sits up, his attention shifting, but as the swords fade away--you see him shake it off, as if pushing it to the back of his mind. However, when the screams begin to bounce off the walls like the applause from earlier, Ahkmenrah climbs to his feet. His steps are hesitant as the dissent grows closer to the door, but it leaves him open to one attack. One moment, because he didn't think the attack would come from you.

Your hand curls around the hilt of the blade, the memory of leaving it there when you brought him to his chambers wine drunk, enters your mind. You see it flash, as your face contorts and eyes mist over. You wish you could close your eyes, and let someone else do the deed, but you can't. Instead, you release a long held breath and crawl to your feet. Ahkmenrah never saw it comes, but as you reach around quickly and push the blade deep into his chest--you begin to sob, finally able to make a sound.

All of Egypt moves in slow motion, every noise in the palace is muted as you feel him grow weary beneath your palms. His body going limp as he locks his gaze on you, those brown eyes full of betrayal. Using whatever strength you can muster, you drag him onto the bed and feel as if the Gods are ripping your skin away--layer by layer. Every nerve is exposed as you cry out, for Ahkmenrah, for the only love you ever knew. You cup his cheeks, his tears burn your hands and you wish they would scar you forever--to carve up your skin, in the same way that you feel.

Maybe then your heart would hurt less.

"I'm so sorry...." You break down, kissing his temple as you see him struggle to breath. Every break in breath that he tries to grasp, seems to shutter and lock. "I will never forgive myself... I-I am-m sorry." You tremble, your body swaying as the entire future you imagined for yourself falls from the heavens. No one will ever forgive you for this, and you don't expect Ahkmenrah to. Not that it matters, you see the blood sputter from his lips as he chokes on the essence meant to keep him alive. You listen to him struggle, hear his pain and its your own personal torture as you press your forehead to his, and just for a moment--he is only your love.

"I'll make it all stop." You whisper the words, but your suffering has only begun. You adjust your grip, the angle and run the blade deeper. And if he could be betrayed further, his eyes would have darkened a shade.

Then he goes still.

You had to do this, end his suffering--you can only look at him before you scream. You let your cries break the walls of the palace, and burn into the memories of all that can hear. Your heart shattered before you, a blade run through his heart entirely. You did this.

You just didn't know the last thing he heard was your screams, and for a moment, he felt pity for you.

Larry's eyes go wide as Ahkmenrah finishes, his eyes locked on the box and the book in the Pharaoh's hands. "So...We're not..." Ahkmenrah glances down at the box, the pounding having faded off the moment he began to speak. Maybe his own voice shocked you enough, just as your sudden appearance here.

"They were my wife first." He whispers quietly, every fiber of his being had thought you died right after him. Larry didn't even think it was possible for Ahkmenrah to cry, had never seen him emotional like this, but his eyes have glassed over. Yet the softness does not last as he throws the book onto the box, the clatter echoing through the quiet museum. "MY WIFE?!" The pounding regains its muster, and this time, Larry can hear the screams as Ahkmenrah walks away.

Larry clasps his hands together, glancing at his watch-- wow, only an hour, he still has ten more hours in here. As much as he wants to keep this crazy woman away from his friend, he has to unpack the exhibit. No one helps the nightguard, you were frightening to them--someone who hurt their friend.

It is a slow process, and meticulous as he sets aside the relics--books, goblets, crowns, jewels, and a blade. You have gone still, and as Larry pries open the lid to the box that contains you--he is shocked to see you curled into the wood. You do not look at him, but instead speak hushly.

"The universe in all its cruelty has brought me here to face my sins." There is a tremor to your voice, Ahkmenrah described you as jovial, but you seem as though you were broken many times over.

"Yeah well, you did kill him." You side eye the man, before sitting up just enough to look him in the eye.

"It was me, or his Kahmunrah... I made it quick..." You pause, "Kahmunrah was going to hang him from a post and whip him until he died." Even in death, as you rise from the box and onto your feet, Larry sees regalty. You are dressed ornately. "I gave him mercy."

"Did you tell him that?" He holds out his hand and guides you out of the box, your bare feet touching the cool floor.

"It was always my burden to bare."

You walk the halls of the museum with curiosity, the world has changed so much. Things are different, the air feels different, but you don't. You feel the guilt of your life, and the pain of your death echo through every step. Larry had offered to give you a tour, but the idea of being near someone after so long, makes your stomach twist in a knot. Familiarity begins to form as the walls turn to stone, and the statues become reminiscent of the palace... Then you see him, and you stop entirely.

What is air? You don't know because your lungs are stuck in a single position, and unable to inhale. He looks the same, stunning--with beautiful brown eyes, full of betrayal. Just as you remember.

"Go..." His voice is lower, and you cannot bring yourself to walk closer, or walk away. You just go still. Ahkmenrah finally looks at you. "Why can't you just go?" The pain is becoming clearer, visible in the glassiness of his eyes.

"I never loved him... I swear..." You close your eyes, but force yourself to look at him. To face your punishment. "Ahkmenrah... I did my best for you, he was going to torture you. Going to prolong your pain, until begged." Your lip trembles as you find the courage to step forward, "I wanted you to go quick, I thought he'd kill me for taking that away from him."

Ahkmenrah watches you crumble as a thought hits him, one that is heartbreaking. "You don't look any older."

"He wanted to be you, so he married me and took your throne. And when he found out that I would never love him, he gave me the death, he planned for you." You struggle to find the words, but Ahkmenrah knows there true. He knows Kahmunrah, in all his cruelty, would do that. You raise your shoulders back and close your eyes, before dropping to your knees. "I submit to your judgement, as my king."

You do not dare open your eyes as the last words leave your lips, you go still with your palms laid out on your thighs. Your head bent, you hold only the honor that you never bowed to Kahmunrah. You may not see him, but you feel him standing in front of you--the closest you've been in centuries.

He does not strike you. Or throw you. Or yell. Instead, you feel his hands wrap around yours, and the ache begins to grow. Your chest is expanding and your heart pounding, just as it did then. So you open your eyes and find him knelt in front of you, and you get to look him eye to eye.

"I never wanted to be your king. Only your love."

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The Cottage Part One

Summary: You and Rex are married and live in a cottage and still can't get enough of each other.

Pairing: Rebels!Rex x wife!Reader

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; SMUT SMUT SMUT. Unprotected sex between spouses, p in v, oral (both receiving), Rough sex, if I missed something please let me know!

WC: 2.6K

A/N: This is like cottagecore/smut. I just kind of thought about being married to Rex and thus this was born. I'm already planning on there being AT LEAST five parts to this. ALSOOOOO...

My amazing friend @twistedstitcher27 made art for my fic that you can find HERE. Can you believe the absolute talent?! I'm STILL emotional over this! Thank you, Steph!! You're the best!! <3

Part Two

You look out the kitchen window as you wash the dishes from breakfast, mesmerized by the way the field of wildflowers are blowing softly in the wind. You notice the storm clouds starting to roll in over the ocean and you start to hope that you may actually get some reading done today. It's going to be a perfect day to start that new romance novel you just downloaded. Rex is supposed to be out with Wolffe, Zeb, and Kallus all day, so you should have some “you” time.

“Guess what.” Rex comes down the stairs into the kitchen.

“What’s that, love?” You smile, glancing at him as he comes and rests his chin on your shoulder as he wraps his arms around your waist.

“The guys canceled, so you have me all to yourself today.” He kisses your neck.

“Oh, good!” You smile, trying to mask the slight disappointment.

Nothing ever gets past Rex, though.

“Did you have plans today?” He asks you, apologetically.

You shrug slightly. “I was just going to read my new book. It’s no biggie. We can watch something or do something, if you want.”

“You’re sweet.” He kisses the back of your head as you finish the last dish and dry your hands. “You read your book and I’ll go work on the speeder.”

You turn around in his arms, resting your arms around his neck, smiling up at him before kissing him.

“Are you sure?” You ask him.

He pulls your hands down to his lips, kissing them. “I’m sure.”

You’re a few chapters into your book when the rain starts coming down, thunder rolling and lightning filling the sky every couple of minutes. You can see Rex in the barn working on the speeder with the doors open from your big comfy chair by the front window. He’s bent over the hood, shirtless, wrench in hand, when you feel a familiar warmth pool into your stomach.

You always enjoy watching him do his thing and you know he’s probably counting on you getting distracted by watching him. You resist the warmth in your stomach, crossing your legs as you start to read again.

About another chapter in, you look out the window and see Rex wiping his face off with a towel and then putting it down on the hood a little forcefully, earning a soft yet needy sigh from you. The warmth in your stomach makes itself even more known.

You set your reader down on the end table and pull your blanket off, wandering to the front door and opening it, leaning in the doorway with your arms crossed. The rain starts to come down a little harder and you can hear it pelting the roof.

“Hey, you tease!” You call out to the older man.

He flashes a grin instantly, which means he knows exactly what he was doing.

“Yes, cyare?” He calls back, smirking.

You beckon him toward you with your index finger. He closes the hood of the speeder and pats it, suggesting he wants you to come to him. You sigh, clearly amused. You step out of the house, closing the door behind you and start walking quickly toward him, feeling your clothes become soaked almost instantly.

When you finally reach him, he’s grinning widely down at you. You can feel your nipples harden from the cold rain, underneath your t-shirt. He guides you by your hips to the hood, helping you sit on it.

“Were you hot and bothered by your book and decided you needed some help?” He teases in a low voice.

You roll your eyes even though the low rumble of his tone went straight to your warmth. “Actually, I saw my incredibly hot husband working on this heap of junk shirtless and became hot and bothered.”

He chuckles, surprisingly not denying the heap of junk part for once. He eyes your chest, clearly noticing you weren’t wearing a bra today.

“So, you do need help?” He pushes your thighs apart slightly.

“Please.” You whisper.

“Oh, mesh’la… I know you can do better than that.” He teases, leaning in close.

You whimper. “P-please… Rex. I need you.”

He hums, trailing his fingers up toward your shirt so he can pull it off. He lets it hit the ground and then pushes you back so he can pull your pants off, letting them drop next to your shirt. He looks down at your naked form as you spread your legs even more for him.

“No bra and no panties, hm?” He asks, running his hands up your thighs. “Looks like you were just waiting for me to get you out of your clothes, weren’t you?”

“Maybe.” You smile up at him.

Rex hums and kisses you softly before running a hand up and down your thighs. When he gets down on his knees in front of you, you prop yourself up on your forearms so that you can see him. Rex pulls you closer to him and you feel his warm breath ghosting over your already wet folds.

You accidentally let out an eager whimper, unable to help it. In this moment, your book is completely forgotten, because why read about romance when you can experience it for yourself, right?

“So eager for me, aren’t you?” He teases you, placing his lips to your thigh, causing a shiver to run throughout your body.

All you can do is nod, your lips slightly parted. Rex smirks at you before starting to suck a mark into your thigh and you throw your head back, moaning loudly. You’d do anything to keep this man’s mouth on you.

“Harder.” You breathe.

Without another word, he sucks harder and you let out a whimper. You love the way that he gets with you, throwing your fragility to the wind sometimes. The harder he bites, the wetter you get, and he knows it.

“What do you say?” He lets go.

“Thank you, my love.” You murmur.

“That’s my girl.” He hums, approvingly.

He moves to the other thigh, biting harder than before, sucking a dark mark into your skin to match the other one. You thank him again.

You feel his warm breath over your wet folds and you look down at him after you realize he’s stopped. “You’re mean.”

He chuckles, deeply. “Yeah well, you’re wet.”

Without warning, he licks a stripe up your wet folds, causing you to gasp sharply.

He wraps his arms around your thighs so that he can pull your pussy straight to his mouth. You whimper, breathlessly and he groans into you, causing him to send vibrations throughout your cunt.

“Fuck, Rex…” You cry, throwing your head back.

Wet sounds and moans start to fill the barn and it’s only spurring him on. You lie back on the hood so that you can hold onto Rex’s head for support, encouraging him to keep going. He understands and starts sucking your clit like a man absolutely starved. When he inserts a finger into your soaked hole, you look down at him, knowing your pupils are probably blown with lust. You feel your orgasm start to approach and you know that he can feel it too as you’re clenching around his fingers.

“You’re soaked, cyare.” Rex moans.

“All for you, captain.” You grin down at him.

His grip on your thigh tightens and he dives his face back into your soaked cunt, coaxing your orgasm out of you. The louder you moan, the tighter his grip gets and you look forward to seeing the finger shaped bruises in the morning.

“Cum for me.” He groans.

His demand is what seems to be the final piece as you come all over his tongue and fingers, crying out into the barn. Rex continues licking up every drop that he can and you look down at the small pool that’s collected on the hood.

He stands up, looking you in the eye as he licks his fingers clean. You feel yourself start to get wet all over again. As if he can sense it, he motions for you to sit up. You come right up to him as he settles between your legs. He lightly grabs your throat, tilting your head back slightly so he can lean down and kiss you deeply. You taste yourself on him and moan into his mouth.

When he pulls away, you look up into those pretty golden brown eyes while his hand remains around your throat. “I love you.”

He smiles, warmly. “I love you.”

He releases your throat and pulls you up into his arms, picking you up and starting to lead you back out in the rain, toward the house. Your clothes are forgotten as your husband becomes a man on a mission. You both become soaked on the way but neither of you seem to care because his pants are about to come off anyway.

He gets up to the porch and starts to kiss you again as your back hits the front door when he fumbles for the doorknob. Neither of you want to break apart. You can feel his length struggling against his pants, begging to be released.

Rex finally gets the door open and starts to lead you to the carpet in front of the fireplace. When he lays you down, he stands up to unbuckle his pants. You watch his strong forearms the entire time. He looms over you, appreciatively looking down at your naked form again as he kicks off his soaked pants and under garments, finally releasing his thick length.

Unable to hold back any longer, you pull yourself up to your knees so you can eagerly take his cock in your hand, quickly licking a stripe up the underside of it. Both of you let out a satisfied moan.

“Fuck mesh’la… That mouth of yours…” He groans, his hand resting in your hair.

“Tell me.” You beg as you continue teasing his cock with your tongue.

You desperately want to take him all the way down your throat, but you resist, wanting to give him a taste of his own medicine for teasing you earlier.

“I want to ruin your throat and fill that pretty fucking mouth so full you can’t speak.” He grips your hair, making you moan. “Take what I want from you…”

“Then take it.” You encourage him.

The look in his eyes darkens as the grip in your hair tightens and he roughly pushes his thick cock into your mouth. He allows you to adjust to it as always, but you know you only have a moment until he fulfills his promise of ruining your throat.

“Your mouth… feels so… fucking good, cyare.” Rex struggles to hold back from pushing deeper into your mouth.

You breathe through your nose as you start to take him further, moaning around him as you taste precum starting to gather in your mouth. You swallow the taste along with swallowing around his cock and he moans loudly.

“Such a good wife…” Rex starts babbling. “Good fucking riduur… treating me so good.”

You love listening to his babbling when he gets so turned on that all he can do is moan and ramble. You love hearing how deep, raspy, and needy his voice gets right before he comes.

You tap his thigh and suddenly something clicks. He starts to push your head down further on his cock. He lets out a sharp breath and starts to bob your head up and down on his length. He pushes you down his cock until your nose settles against his coarse white curls and you swallow around him the way he loves, earning a deep groan.

“That’s right, mesh’la. Take it like the good little wife you are.” He teases you. “All mine, aren’t you?”

You nod slightly and hum around him, eagerly. He thrusts into your mouth a couple more times before pulling out and you whine at the loss.

“I know I said I wanted to fill your mouth full of my cum but I changed my mind. I need that tight little cunt wrapped around my cock right now.” He gently pushes you off of him so he can join you on the floor, laying on his back in front of the fireplace.

You crawl up his body, feeling the nice warmth of the fire against your skin. You settle over his hips, lining his wet cock up with your soaked entrance.

He impatiently bucks his hips up into you, causing his cock to enter you and you lose your balance, falling onto his cock, forcing loud, sinful moans out of both of you.

“S-sorry.” Rex breathlessly chuckles.

“Don’t be.” You hum, holding onto his firm chest so that you can lift up slightly before sliding down his cock again. “Love when you moan like that for me.”

He holds onto your hips, tighter and smirks up at you. “Yeah? You like it when I impale you on my cock?”

“Fuck… yes.” Your pace picks up on his cock as your breasts swing in his face.

Unable to hold back anymore, he flips the both of you so you land on your back and he shoves his cock deeper into you as he lifts your leg so he can hit even deeper. You let out a whimper as you lock your other leg around his waist, encouraging him. He leans over you, pinning your wrists down with his free hand.

“Don’t pull out.” You beg him. “Please.”

“Don’t worry, cyare… I’ve got you.” He promises between thrusts. “Gonna fill you up… so full.”

His lips collide with yours as you both moan into the other’s mouths. He knows just how to thrust into you to get the most perfect sounds out of you.

“So fucking pretty.” He whispers against your lips before kissing you again. “Rub your clit for me.”

You do as you’re told and start to rub your clit. Both you and Rex feel your pussy clench around his cock. He lets out a soft breathless grunt, which means he’s close. You speed your fingers up over your clit and throw your head back on the carpet, whining loudly.

You feel his lips sucking on your nipple, biting softly and that’s the last little bit of stimulation that you need, sending you over your edge, coming loudly on Rex’s cock, just the way he loves. His hips falter and you feel him start to empty into you, painting your walls with himself. He continues fucking his load into you, making even more of a mess, but neither of you can bring yourselves to care. You love the feeling of being full of him.

Both of your chests are heaving against each other and he grins to himself as he rests his head in the crook of your neck. You breathe in his scent of sweat, slight motor oil, and the seabreeze.

“I don’t know what I did to get so lucky.” He murmurs, kissing your neck before rolling over on his back next to you.

“Well, whatever it is… keep doing it.” You laugh.

“Don’t think I forgot what you said about my ‘heap of junk’.” He pokes you in the side and you can’t help but laugh.

Both of you look at each other, grinning. He takes your hand and kisses it, obviously forgiving you and then gets up to go grab the blanket and pillows off the couch and your reader off the end table. He props himself up against the couch pillows, still on the floor, and turns on your reader. You settle in the nook of his arm as he starts to read aloud after you throw the large soft blanket around the both of you.

You’re so in love with your life with this man. You could absolutely spend every single day doing this. Which is lucky, because that’s exactly what you plan to do.

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