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hsgucci94 · 1 year

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The frat boy’s girl

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A/N: not sure what this is but… hope you enjoy it!! x

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“Bye, Styles,” Y/N said, stopping in front of the bus stop, where their paths would now separate until the next morning, when they would reunite again in class for another day at college.

Harry had been texting all the way until that moment, and as soon as he heard her words he shoved his phone in the back pocket of his jeans and looked up at her. Y/N got momentarily lost in his eyes. As cheesy as it sounded, she couldn’t help it. His green, soft but daring gaze always got her mesmerised and forgetting for a moment where she stood in his life: right in the friend zone.

Harry Styles was this good looking, extrovert guy she ran into the first day of class. After a few lectures shared together, they hit it off and started hanging out either at the library or the caffe. Nowhere too fancy, but those moments were enough for the both of them to get to know each other a bit and for Y/N to realise that she only stood a chance with him if she was one of those sexy, long-legged girls that threw themselves at him at every party he got invited to, which were not few.

“You alright?” Harry asked her, frowning a bit.

“Uh-erm. Yeah, I’m fine,” she quickly replied, breaking out of her daydream. “Anyway, gotta go. Don’t miss me too much,” she added, slightly elbowing him with a sly smile on her face.

He laughed, and passed his hand through his hair, “Isn't that a hard task for you, sweetheart?,” he answered, emphasising the pronoun with an eyebrow raised.

She rolled her ayes as she tried to hide a smile, deep down wishing this playfulness between them was something more than just banter flirting. “Oh, it really got to your head, didn’t it? It was just one time, Styles. And I was drunk.”

“So?,” he walked the step that separated their bodies, his face now closer to hers, “Don’t drunk people always speak the truth?”

“Not me,” she said nonchalantly, pretending to be sincere.

But the gaze he had on her was making her nervous, the usual tingling that appeared on her stomach whenever he was close to her growing by the second. So she walked a step back subconsciously, which caused her back to hit the wall behind her. She was now trapped between the stone wall and his body.

“And what if I do? Miss you? Too much?,” he then asked, leaning in with a suggestive smirk.

“But you won’t,” her voice sounded lower than she expected, kind of showing the disappointment she felt in them, and cleared her throat to pretend that it had been intentional.

“But what if I do?,” he asked again, this time whispering, as if the wind could just take his words away if she didn’t react to them the way he expected her to.

“Don’t mess with me, Styles…”

“I’m not,” he shook his head slightly, still staring at her; his eyes jumping between hers trying to decode them. Months of being friends with her and he still couldn’t read her as well as we wished. “Fuck,” he mumbled, looking away just for a moment before turning his head back in her direction.

He hesitated at first, and then kissed her like her lips were air and he couldn’t breath. His lips fit on hers like they were made for each other, and for the first time since his last relationship Harry felt comfortable playing it safe with someone, and that someone was her.

***

The moment she hit send, she puckered her lips together and tried to contain a squeal. That Thursday was definitely one for the books, not only because Y/N had the guy she had been hung on for months kissing her in the middle of the street, but because he kind of seemed to be on the same page as her when it came to them. And that was definitely a reason to celebrate. So when Harry texted her asking her to go to a party with him that same night, she didn’t turn down the invitation like many other times before.

This time she would go, even if it was happening on a school night and she had class early the following morning. This was a special occasion, you could say.

Harry even offered to come pick her up and drive them both there, but Naomi, Y/N’s roommate, was going as well, so they made plans to arrive there together. Besides, she needed a bit more time to process the kiss and how things were between Harry and her at the moment. Yes, they kissed. Yes, they even had a little make-out session in the open. But that was it. After all that kissing, he hugged her in a way he hadn’t before, and then left as she waited for her bus home to arrive, still trying to wrap her head around whatever got into him to act like that towards her all of a sudden.

Was her crush on him mutual? Was it not and she had just now become another girl he had made out with? Those unanswered questions that were making her insecure flew around in her head as Nao drove them to the party, but as soon as she arrived there and spotted him, her mind simply went blank. She usually talked to Nao about how every part of her body paralysed whenever he was around, and how dumb she became whenever he asked her random questions that were not college related, only because he made her hella nervous.

Harry was standing close to the door, a red cup filled with unknown alcohol in hand as he talked to some guys. His usual black t-shirt, black jeans and brown Chelsea boots outfit was now combined with a red and black flannel, making him stand out among all those people. She looked around to see if she could find some else she knew apart from Nao, but of course she could not. The people she usually surrendered herself with were not big party fans, to be fair.

So there she was, in a frat party where she knew no one apart from her roommate, her roommate’s boyfriend Ryan and the guy she was friends with and who she had kissed a few hours before. Great. Simply great. Much to her disgrace, Nao and Ryan had already found each other and were now kissing like no one was watching. So Y/N was left alone, meaning she had to walk up to Harry and see if he wanted to be his guardian angel for the night. At least until her social battery ran out and was ready to go home.

“Hey,” she approached him, trying to sound confident even though she was currently so out of her comfort zone. The moment he heard her voice Harry turned around, the corners of his mouth lifting enough to show a small smile. That gesture was enough to ease Y/N’s anxiety.

“You came!,” he chuckled, “Was not sure if you’d stood me up this time, too.”

“Hey!,” she protested, although he was right to think there was a chance she would do that. After all, that was the first party invitation she accepted from him all year. “I’d rather do quieter plans, that’s all,” she shrugged her shoulder, smiling shyly.

He shook his head, this time smiling from ear to ear, because even though she didn’t enjoy crowds, she was now sharing the night with him. “These are my mates, by the way: Lindsay, Cameron and Jeremiah,” Harry then added, pointing at them as he said their names.

“Hi, I’m Y/N.”

“Hey. It’s so nice to finally meet you,” said Cameron.

To finally meet her? Had Harry talked to his friends about her?

Before Y/N could give it a second thought Harry grabbed her hand and guided her to the kitchen. That would have shocked anyone, that he had her hand inside his, but he did it quite often, specially when he had to make her go outside of the building because she’d rather spend her lunch breaks at the library than around campus.

The kitchen was empty enough for them to find a quiet place where he could fix her a drink.

“You’re gonna love it. Trust me," he assured her, grabbing the vodka and mixing it with the juice that had already been added to the cup.

Y/N loving an alcoholic drink? Yeah..., good luck with that, Harry. She was not very fond of drinking anything that wasn’t either water or coke. Zero, of course. She just didn’t enjoy the strong taste or the aftermath of consuming those other beverages.

“So what exactly convinced you to come here this time and not any of the other past ones?," Harry asked her.

“You,” she replied right away. He smiled, his eyes focused on his hands and the drink that was in the making in front of him. He didn’t want it to turn out too strong; just soft but tasty.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Your text was pretty convincing, to be honest.”

“Oh. My text did this?,” he looked her up and down to point out her presence.

“Well, your kissing helped, too.”

“That’s more of what I like to hear.”

“Of course you do,” she rolled her eyes, but while doing so she missed his cheeks blushing a bit.

He then turned his body to her, "Here. Try this." He handed her the cup and she took it, hesitantly. When she brought it to her lips and tasted it, she had to confess it was quite good. She could drink a few of those tonight. "Like it?," he rose an eyebrow, a cocky smile plastered on his face.

"Mm-hm," she took a another sip, passing her tongue over the corners of her mouth after. Yeah, it was definitely good.

"Cool. Now that you're settled for the party, let's got back in there," and he grabbed her hand again, his drink on his free one.

He walked ahead of her to make sure she could move through the crowd without feeling trapped or anxious, and soon they were back with Harry's friend, on the same spot. They were pretty nice lads, specially because they made sure she felt included by asking her questions about herself and telling her some of their crazy adventures of their almost-ending freshman year in exchange, which got her laughing out laud and causing Harry to smile while staring at her.

At some point he was feeling so good and so comfortable and happy she actually was there he felt like hugging her even from behind. That gesture had not been meditated; it just happened, and he enjoyed that more than the fact that her back was glued to his chest and he could rest his chin on her head and smell her shampoo without any effort. Him grabbing her hand was one thing, but him passing his arm around her neck as he pulled her to him was a completely different one.

“I’m too comfortable right now it’s scary,” she admitted, only loud enough for him to hear. His friends were arguing about something Jeremiah said; apparently it didn’t happen that way, or at least the rest of them didn’t remember it happening that way.

“Me, too,” Harry replied, and then caressed her ear with his lips, before whispering: “I want to kiss you again.”

His words caused her stomach to flip, but also her blood to momentarily freeze. She was not the type to make out with boys at parties, but she wanted to be his type. So she turned around to face him and tiptoed so that her eyes were almost at the same height as his.

"Hi," she said, shyly.

"Hi," he replied, chuckling a bit. And just when she thought he would close the space between their mouths and kiss her like he did earlier that afternoon, he said: "Wanna go somewhere?" She frowned. "C'mon, I think you'll like it," he added.

"Okay," she nodded.

By the time they were getting out of there, girls she had seen around college were staring at Y/N and their entwined hands as if she was stealing her man, so she looked somewhere else until they were both inside his car.

"Oh, yeah, you were right. I do like McDonald's," she spoke in a half-half-not sarcastic tone, seeing how he was directing the car to a drive-through.

Harry chuckled, shaking his head, "Oh, hush. This isn’t our final destination, just a little stop on the way. Plus, what else would be open right now other than Macas?"

He was right. It was past midnight and very few food places were still serving dinner at that time. She was a hamburger over pizza kinda girl, anyway, so it was fine.

"So you wanted to get us out of your frat party to grab McDonald's and come to the beach." Harry had just parked his car in front of the beach, which was solely and beautifully illuminated by the streetlights. Y/N was half-way through her hamburger, while Harry hadn’t started eating his yet, since he was not one to eat and drive at the same time.

"No," he calmly replied. He put a bunch of fries in his mouth and chaw them before saying: "I wanted to spend time with you alone. Without any disturbance."

That and the fact that he knew her well enough to know how little she liked partying. He wouldn’t tell her, but he had truly enjoyed seeing her join his plan and meeting his lads at his frat house. So after a couple of hours he figured it was time she got out of there. He wanted to talk to her, and didn’t believe the party to be the place to do so anyway.

"Wanna go skinny dipping?," she said out of the blue, catching him so off-guard.

"You skinny dip?," he lifted an eyebrow.

"I don't, but I also don't do most of the stuff I did today so why not add skinny dipping to the list?"

"Okay," he nodded, a smile peeking through his lips, "Alright. Let's go."

Harry didn’t even bother finishing his burger. They both got out of the car and started running towards the beach.

It was an early May night, and the summer weather was slowly making its comeback after 180 days of cold and rain. As Y/N ran towards the seashore, Harry following her right behind, she started to undress, leaving her clothing scattered on the sand. She left her panties on, though, and was discretely-not-so-discretely covering her bare chest with one of her arms wile sprinting towards the sea.

The faster she would get in the water, the better, she thought.

Harry figured he would leave his boxers on too, even though that wasn’t the purpose of skinny dipping. But then again, who cared? It was their plan, and therefore they were the ones making the rules. Whatever made her feel comfortable was fine.

When she was just about to get her feet in the water, he came running and grabbed her from behind, lifting her off the ground and earning a squeal from her.

"Harry!," she laughed, as the guy tightened his grip around her stomach, securing her in his arms, "Put me down!"

He chucked, and kept on running in the water until it reached up to his waist. He then stopped and let her touch the wet sand with her two feet.

"Why did you do that for?," she complained, facing him, and trying her best not to laugh or he wouldn’t believe she was pissed.

"You would have backed down once you felt how cold it was!," he laughed, and started tickling her on the sides.

"Stop!," she giggled, "And that's not true! I would have got in regardless." She giggled again, which gave away her little white lie.

"Oh, c'mon! I'm your best friend. I know you by now."

"You are?"

"Yeah. Is there anyone you have spent more time with this year other than me? I don’t think so," Harry chuckled, keeping on tickling her. He was right.

They have been thick as thieves most of the time. She bit the inside of her cheek, and Harry stopped the tickling. "What?", he asked, suddenly concerned he had hurt her.

"Best friends don't kiss."

Oh. He gulped at her words, and closed the little space left between their bodies, "Well..., that's because I want to be upgraded."

Y/N's breath got stuck in her chest. He noticed her sudden reaction, so before he could back down, he cautiously grabbed one of her hands in his and locked their fingers together. Harry then leaned into her slightly, and they sealed with their lips the pact that officially made them boyfriend and girlfriend.

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dameronology · 1 year

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can we get the star wars boys (or just poe or din) with moments of angsty slow burn attraction??? pls and thank you

i am a slut for angsty slow burn attraction so i did all the boys lol

din djarin

tbh any attraction with din is gonna be slow burn because he's gonna need a LOT of ✨context✨ before he ever even THINKS that you might like him romantically. angsty, though? that won't be hard to achieve, because he's gonna spend a long time trying to push you away and convince himself that he doesn't feel anything for you. he's also used to most people in his life being semi-permanent at best so in some sense, he's trying to protect himself from the hurt of losing you. but, once you prove that you're not going anywhere and that your love for him - at whatever stage it's in - is truly and wholly unconditional, he'll open up. it's sort of like a dam that breaks; he gives you absolutely nothing but once he realises he loves you, you have everything. his word, his love, his support, his protection. the angst-iness might still linger a little bit because he's super protective of you - now he's convinced you're here to stay, he's determined to make sure no-one else will take you away - but you know it all comes from a place of love.

poe dameron

any angsty slow burn with poe would stem from him catching feelings for you as his rival (did you mean: enemies to lovers?). like, this man is going to try and swallow those feelings and act like he doesn't care for you and that he isn't falling in love with you, but cracks will start to appear eventually. maybe you get injured one day in battle or come home late from a mission, and he is far more concerned that a competitive colleague should be. he'll hide behind a facade of sarcasm and flirting but you can see in his eyes that he was worried. that's the first hint for you, and it's both a blessing and a curse because it confirms what you're feeling to. once one crack has appeared in the foundations, it's only a matter of time before they collapse completely and it's obvious to everyone and their mothers and their mother's mothers that you two love each other. maybe it takes a few soft moments - a late night conversation when you catch each other getting caff at midnight, or when you're on a stakeout together that leia definitely didn't strategically plan - for you to both realise that you connect on an emotional, human level too. that probably makes you fight more - with each other, and the realisation that you love one another - but eventually, one of you will come clean and i have no doubt that poe cracks first, because when he loves he loves fucking hard and trying to keep it a secret will eat him up inside.

finn

slow burn with finn will mostly stem from the fact that he doesn't really know how to pursue you. unsurprisingly, it's not something he learnt during his time at the first order and now that he's out, it's even more confusing. he doesn't mean for it to be angsty either, but he's so bad at this whole thing that he ends up coming across as rude and because he's normally sweet and caring to everyone else, it's easy for you to assume that his coldness is because he hates you. and because that makes you act cold towards him, he then assumes that you hate him too. really, it's all a miscommunication. it would probably take you confronting him and asking why he hates you for finn to have an oh! moment and declare his love for you - or at least his developing love - and then things start to make sense again. it's definitely a quicker slow burn than the rest of the guys, simply because he's so enthusiastic and has this massive love for life that makes him want to spend it with you, so he's not gonna beat around the bush.

han solo

han is the chief executive officer of slow-burn angst. because a) it takes him about ten thousand working days to admit to himself that he has feelings for you and b) he will become immediately defensive about it. he's just not good at letting other people in and sharing his feelings so a relationship is terrifying to him but the only thing scarier than that is the idea of losing you. even though that looks like it's about to happen because he's suddenly pushing you away and acting distant, and it's not until you call him out on his bullshit that he realises. he won't tell you the truth (c'mon, it's han we're talking about) but he'll force himself to go back to normal. there will be something that makes him cave though - probably you starting to date another guy, or the realisation that such a scenario is even a possibility - and han realises he has to do something. cue a very awkward conversation that takes him at least half an hour to get to the point, but once he does, everything sort of makes sense: the sudden distance, the grouchiness, the holding you at arms length. and even though you want to hate him for being so confusing and causing you grief, it's all outweighed by the fact you obviously love him too. there's definitely a learning curve for han, especially as he adjusts to being in a relationship and being vulnerable with you, but it's one he's happy to do with you.

luke skywalker

in my mind, slow burn angst with luke would happen in a situation where you'd been in a previously established relationship before he becomes a jedi. maybe you break up because you're young and don't know what you want, or maybe it's because you want to take a step back and let him explore his newfound career options (?? weird way to describe being a jedi jazz) but either way, he promises to come back to you. and you know that luke skywalker is never one to break a promise, but waiting round is fucking tiring, man. it's probably a scenario where he's back and forth over a long period of time and every time you think you finally have him, he goes away again. then the war ends and you're at your wits end, and luke realises that this time, you're the one who's about to slip away from him and he has no choice but to re-assess his priorities. when he does, he comes back to you immediately. actually, no, he chases you across the fucking galaxy to declare his love for you, and let you know that this is it now.

obi-wan kenobi

obi-wan has no qualms in admitting his feelings for you to himself; it's just admitting them to you that takes fucking forever because of the complications with the jedi code. he tried to do it before with satine and he's quite honestly still recovering, so the idea that he's in the same scenario again is scary but even more so because his feelings this time are so much stronger. and this is no slate to satine, but the situation with satine is like a drop in the ocean compared to where he's at with you. it feels like it could drown him because he wants to be with you to the point where it physically aches but how can he be? and obviously, you've got feelings for him to but waiting around for months whilst he sorts out his own emotions is tiring. tiring to the point where you question how worth it is is, because even if he does decide to give it a shot - and the chances feel slim - it'll mean that you have to sneak around constantly and risk being stripped of your titles completely. obviously, this is something that obi-wan has thought about over and over but one day, he just sort of cracks and realises that he has no choice but to be with you. like, it literally isn't a choice. he can't know you exist and not give it a shot.

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earthtoharlow · 2 months

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Faux Love

This was supposed to be easy, right? Pretending to be in love with my best friend, just to satisfy our families’ constant nagging about us getting together. After all, we know each other inside out, every quirk, every flaw. We could easily slip into the roles of a couple without missing a beat.

But as we share knowing glances and laugh at each other’s jokes, I realize that our friendship has always been the foundation of something deeper. It’s as though the love was already there, quietly simmering beneath the surface, waiting for the perfect moment to reveal itself….

“Hi, can I get a venti, half-caff, non-fat, extra-hot, caramel macchiato with three pumps of vanilla syrup, please?” Jean asked, pulling out her wallet for some cash.

“Name?” The man behind the counter asked.

“Jean Louise.” She replied, handing him her cash.

He shook his head at her before nodding behind her. “It’s already been taken care of.”

She followed his line of…head nodding and saw the gentleman who paid for her drink. The man was tall, hair was cut into a mullet. A curly one at that. He wasn’t looking her way but the way he was smirking and pretending to flip through a magazine, confirmed he was the one who paid for the drink.

“Hi, I’m Jack.” He said, extending his hand for her to shake as she stood by the counter to wait for her drink.

Jean ignored his hand and began texting on her phone. She responded without looking up at him. “Jack? That’s kind of boring, don’t you think”

Jack grinned, feeling a surge of confidence at her comment. “Actually, it’s short for Jackman,” he corrected her with a playful tone.

“Jackman? Now that’s more interesting,” Jean replied, a hint of amusement in her voice.

“So, Jean Louise… would you like to have dinner with me tonight?” Jack drawled, Kentucky accent coming out full force.

Jean stared at him for a moment, really taking him in. She first noticed his lazy eye that she couldn’t help but find endearing. He stood in front of her nervously running a hand through his interesting looking curly mullet. He was attractive, very attractive.

“The hottest tea we have for Jack!” The man behind the counter yelled out.

Jean couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow as he grabbed his tea and took a small sip. Jack smirked before holding the tea out, offering some to her.

“No, thank you.” Jean laughed, pushing his hand away.

“What time should I pick you up tonight?” He asked with a big smile as he leaned against the counter.

That damned smile.

“A very complicated order for Jean Louise!” The man behind the counter yelled out.

“Ok, Jackman.” Jean said, grabbing her drink and a napkin. “If you can find out where I live, then you can take me out at 7pm. Thanks for the drink!”

Was Jean being kinda rude? Probably but she was nowhere near ready to be in a relationship. And she wasn't a big fan of one night stands. She was 26 for crying out loud! She was done with that. Jack was very attractive though…

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It was around 6:30 when Jean heard her buzzer go off by the front door, she sighed as she had just sat down on her couch, getting ready to rewatch Gossip Girl for the 20th time.

“Yes?” She called out pressing the button.

“Uh, it’s Jack!”

“Jack who?”

“Man? Jackman, I mean. I know I’m a little early but I gave myself extra time just in case I got lost. I’ve actually been driving around since 6:15 but I didn’t want to seem like a weirdo for arriving so early.” He rambled against the speakers.

“How the hell did you find my location?!”

“You were in such a rush to leave that you left your wallet at the cafe, so being a good samaritan I opened it to find your address and return it. Also, are you going to let me in? It’s starting to rain.”

Jean was too shocked to do anything but buzz him in. She then ran down the hall to her bedroom to find something to wear.

She wanted something that said “I’m not a whore, but I’m not a virgin either.” Not that she planned on having sex with Jack. She was actually going to tell him that they should just be friends, after enjoying this free meal.

She threw on a little black dress, because you can never go wrong with that. And began quickly applying on makeup so that she looked alive.

Jean ignored the knock on the door, Jack could wait a few more minutes. It wasn’t until she heard thunder that she decided to go open the door.

When she opened the door, Jack stood there with that damned smile holding out her wallet for her to grab. Jean grabbed her wallet before walking back to her closet to find some heels to wear.

“So, where are you taking me? I’m starving!”

***

As Jean sat across from Jack at a private bistro, she couldn’t help the feeling of skepticism creeping into her mind. Jack was charming, and everything was going too well. He was different, refreshingly so. She felt more comfortable with Jack than she had with any guy before. Jack seemed to genuinely care about what she had to say. It was weird.

“So, your name?” Jack questioned as he offered Jean a helping of his pasta. Jean opened her mouth and let him feed her.

“Yeah, my mom was really big into literature. Her favorite book is To Kill a Mockingbird. My brother's name is Radley.” Jean explained tracing a finger around her glass.

“I love that, hm I’ve never met a Scout before.”

“Well, Jackman. I can guarantee I’ll be your favorite.”

With each passing moment, Jean found herself slowly lowering her guard, allowing herself to enjoy the conversation and appreciate Jack's genuine interest in getting to know her.

After spending the rest of the night talking, Jack dropped Jean back home, walking her to the front door. What shocked Jean the most was that he didn’t lean in for a kiss or ask to come inside. He just said goodnight with a hug.

Maybe she judged Jack Harlow too soon. Of course she knew who he was. He might as well be the mayor of Kentucky. He was nice and seemed like a genuinely good person.

It was a shame she wasn’t looking for a boyfriend right now.

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i-dont-know-i-just-like-dragons · 4 months

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I think it would be really cool if some of the dsmp characters got off the smp and started doing things that weren't starting nations with 20 or less people and scratching, kicking, and killing people because they're sick of being in proxemity to them.

I think it would be cool if Techno and Phil got off the server together. I think it would be cool if Techno started applying to collages and went for a history degree. I think it would be cool if Phil helped him create a book club that was actually a book club this time. I think it would be cool if they got a dog and Phil met a nice lady named Kristin.

I think it would he cool if when Wilbur left for Utah he wasn't going to kill himself and he took Tommy with him. I think it would be cool if Tommy got a job at a caffe a few blocks from the gas station Wilbur works at. I think it would be cool if Wilbur took breaks and went to the caffe to fuck with Tommy. I think it would be cool if Tommy got to go to a real therapist.

I think it would be cool if Dream went looking for Tommy. I think it would be cool if he got arrested when he violated Tommy's restraining order on him enough times.

I think it would be cool if Quackity stopped in a gas station and when he went to the register was met with dark eyes which were far too familiar. I think it would be cool if he went back there the next day to make sure yesterday was real. I think it would be cool if he recognised a barista from the caffe a few blocks away.

I think it would be co- *gunshot*

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frieschan · 1 year

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QUERENCIA, chapter 1

(n.) where one feels home ; the place where you are your most authentic self

pairing - hybrid! ot7 x bunny hybrid! male! reader

genre - 18+, college au, hybrid au, fluff, eventual angst, eventual smut, humour

summary - you, a rabbit hybrid away from home to study, run into a group of surprisingly friendly and calm (also very attractive) predators who are a pack and live together suddenly run into your life like a bulldozer. the dull days of your life may turn into days of joy and laughter, or will the days turn into gloom and a sad everafter?

warnings (this chapter) - mentions of abuse and dark themes (nothing happened dont worry :)

word count - 1.9k

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In a world where the two kings of earth rule, animals and humans. Yet there is one group who lives in harmony among both, those to be HYBRIDS. The times have changed, through each cycle of seasons, each law against hybrids slowly faded away.

These days, hybrids were nothing new anymore, their rights the same as any other. Though, that didn’t change the views of certain people. The hybrid auction rings, the slavery, abuse, and bloodshed. It will forever stain the reputation of hybrids, though there will always be a light, a hope, a future for those who have the blood of animals running inside their veins. That will never change.. Never. As your mother always reminded you, where there is darkness, shall always there be light. For a world with no balance is a world unreal and not ours.

You liked remembering your family. Though you did have a big family, your parents still managed to love and treat you all the same, raise you into aspiring and ambitious people. The only strange thing about your family being.. All of you were rabbit hybrids. You being the runt, though you weren’t even the youngest! Humans were also quite shallow when they compared you to family. Offering you the pity you never needed nor asked for. In life, each difficulty you receive is what you will need to persevere through.

Already in your early 20s, in college and having amazing talent for ice skating and ballet. You adored the feeling of just how far you’ve made it, being able to keep up with your siblings.

You shook your head from your thoughts, carrying on your walk to your ballet classes. You were particularly foggy-headed today mainly due to the fact that your studies ate up a portion of time meant for sleep. Taking a glance around, you noticed the familiar cafe shop that was only a few blocks away from your Ballet gym. Maybe a coffee wouldn’t hurt before your classes.

You walked into the shop, hearing the familiar jingle of the door chyme. You felt yourself relax at the smell of roasted coffee and the chatter of fellow customers. As you approach the cashier, jazz plays through the speakers while the cashier offers you a friendly grin.

“Welcome to Seoul Downtown Cafe! What could I get you today?” The cashier greeted you.

“Could I just get a Caffe mocha and a slice of oreo cake?” You assumed that today’s class would be a bit more intense since it was the weekend, many people having to make up for their missed classes on weekdays.

“Alright! That would be 11,000 won.”

You gave the cashier the money and She left to go make your drink. You noted that she was around the same height as you.. You were more on the shorter range for young adult males. You also couldn’t help but appreciate the fact that she didn’t pay any mind to the fact you’re a hybrid and didn’t stare at your ears like most people do.

“Oh Hey Y/N!” A sudden smell of two predators, one smelling like vanilla and another smelling more like honey.

You turn your head to see a familiar black panther hybrid and an unfamiliar wolf hybrid next to him, the wolf being taller. The wolf hybrid has multiple piercings and a sleeve tattoo on his right arm.. You couldn’t say he didn’t look absolutely drop dead gorgeous even in just a plain black shirt. You remember the black panther being one of your classmates in ballet, you couldn’t have mistaken him for anyone else for his bread cheeks, and pretty eyes. his name being… Jimmy..? Jim?? You couldn’t really remember.

“Oh hello Jim….y Hyung?”

The unknown wolf hybrid burst out laughing at your response, already bent over and ready to topple over any second now while Jimmy paled and blushed in embarrassment at the same time- Is that even possible?!

“It’s Jimin!”

“Oh!!- Oh.. I’m so sorry Jimin Hyung!”

Now it’s your turn to burst out in crimson embarrassment. The wolf was still laughing while Jimin was looking at him with blushing red ears. You watched as Jimin smacked the wolf on the back, telling him off on how rude he was and how he should introduce himself to you.

“I’m sorry! I’m Jungkook and I’m 21!” He finally stood back up to his full height, seemingly towering over you. He offered you a sheepish smile with his bright doe eyes, his fluffy tail whipping behind him in a seemingly happy manner. Now, he was undoubtedly handsome with that smile.

“Ah, I guess I’m your hyung.. I’m Y/N, 22.”

“Excuse me, your drink and cake is ready!” The cashier had finally come back with your order, and embarrassingly enough witnessed your little interaction with the two guys.

As you took your order and were about to walk to a nearby table, Jimin suggested that the three of you could get to know each other more and sit together, which you agreed to. You did think that Jimin and Jungkook were nice company and based on the incident that happened, you could tell that they would be good friends for you.

After a couple minutes of waiting, it didn’t take long for the duo to go to your table with their own drinks and desert. The three of you sat at a round table with three seats, perfect for you three. From your seating, next to you was a beautiful view of the quiet and peaceful streets of Seoul.

“Anyway, how come you’re here Y/N-ssi? I don’t usually see you here before ballet.” Jimin asked with a curious glint in his eyes, his black tail swishing behind him in interest.

“Well, I kind of stayed up too late studying, so a coffee and snack would be good for some energy. Is Jungkook gonna try out ballet?”

“Yes I am- Oh! What University do you go to, Y/N-hyung?” seemingly taking interest in what you do in your life.

“University of Seoul”

Jungkook seemed happy at your response, sipping his drink with sparkles in his eyes and his tail uncontrollably wagged. You found it pretty cute, but you couldn’t notice the playful glint in Jimin’s eye as he looked at Jungkook as you sipped your Mocha.

“Actually, Jungkook and I also go to UoS, and our five other friends. Well actually- five other roommates.”

You choked on your drink, wide-eyed as you looked at Jimin in astonishment at the fact that he was living with 6 other people under one roof.

“There are seven of you under one roof?!”

You ended up spending most of the day practicing Ballet, even after classes the two chose to stay with you practicing your moves more. You could say today was a nice and eventful day. You made 2 new friends- even though they were predators and people typically are shocked to see prey and predators together. They were undoubtedly handsome too- I mean look at those strong and defined legs of Jimin- Oh don’t even get started on Jungkook’s arms- Are they even gay?

You couldn’t notice Jungkook and Jimin staring at you, you being lost in the clouds of your mind.

“He’s pretty cute, Hyung..” Jungkook whispered to the older man.

“Oh please, I had my eyes on him first, you brat” Jimin furrowed his eyebrows at the maknae of their group. Jimin has been interested in you since the first time you two met. You were one of the more talented in the gym and you were also very much attractive, physically and personality-wise. It didn’t help that you were always so adorable with your long floppy ears and fluffy little tail, then there was your sweet scent. He just wanted to swallow you up and make you his. Though, he wouldn’t mind sharing but as long as it was his group of best friends..

“Hey guys, it’s getting pretty late, we should probably leave now” Jungkook’s voice cuts through the air, dragging you and Jimin out of the hellhole of thoughts.

Acknowledging him with a nod, you went to grab your bag, until you were cut off by Jimin grabbing it for you and carrying it for you. He offered you a smile with his panther ears high and proud. He trailed behind Jungkook, who was already walking outside the gym after turning off the lights. You quickly chased after them and closed the door.

The crisp cool air of the dusk hit you, it was approaching quite quicker than what was the standard in Seoul. Then again, you never really bothered checking weather or anything like that unless there was an important event.

“We can walk you home Y/N-Hyung” Jungkook suggested with a kind grin showing his bunny teeth, gosh he really was adorable. Should you really accept the offer of two strangers- even worse predators, you just met today?

The both of them really are good company, and you did have pepper spray in your bag.. Though you didn’t really believe for the duo to be bad people, it never hurts to be extra careful these days. A lot of people try to pull stuns on prey, especially with you being on the smaller scale and the weaker bunch of the hybrids.

The duo was stuck to your left and right, making sure no one was staring for too long or eyeing you. In honesty, you hadn’t felt this comforted by another presence for a while, your last mate had left you for a more.. Voluptuous bunny hybrid, but in all honestly you’re glad for the breakup. The two alphas were both on guard constantly, making you feel protected the whole time on the way back home. It made Y/N wonder, just what opinion was their opinion on you? Oh dear, maybe your anxiety might just get the best of you.

The whole walk ended up being quiet, which none of the three of you really minded. Occasionally, one of them would brush his tail against your hand and exchange a grin with you, maybe even a wink. A light dusting of pink was stuck on your cheeks the whole time.

Now outside of your apartment building, the two seemed a bit.. Deflated, possibly upset that your pleasant walk together had ended. You decided to break the silence.

“This is my stop now, I’m thankful you guys walked me home.” You said with a grateful yet shy smile. Truly you were thankful, just couldn’t help but be a bit shy now that the attention of two attractive men are on you.

“Anytime Y/N-hyung! How about Jimin-ssi and I get your number before we leave? Maybe up for another hangout next time?”

Now, you weren’t expecting the two of you to actually want to deepen the friendship between the three of you, but you were absolutely more than welcome for the proposal. I mean, who wouldn’t want two hot guys to be your friends? Not you.

“Ah sure.. My number is XXX-XXX-XXX”

“Got it, I’ll text you Y/N-ssi when we get home, alright?”

“Alright, Stay safe you two!”

Just as you were about to turn around and walk into the building, the two each grabbed one of your hands and kneeled to the ground, leaving a light kiss on your knuckles before getting up and walking away. Jimin turns his head to you with a cheeky grin and each of their tails swishing behind them satisfied, leaving you blushing red and embarrassed, your bunny ears instinctively drooping down to hide your face. Gosh, these two might just be the death of you.

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clonemando · 2 months

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Waxer*Boil Month Week 1: Hobbies

In order to better prepare the clones for their new lives as civilians, Commander Fox got support from different senators and artists to put on a hobby convention. Waxer and Boil attend to try to figure out what works best for them and make a few new friends along the way.

Written for @waxerboilmonth and posted on AO3 here.

(image is public domain from pixabay)

Boil clenched his hands as he stepped into the auditorium, looking around for the exits and potential escapes first as Waxer dragged him along toward the refreshment table that had been set up against the back wall. He knew he was being difficult, but even if the majority of the room was filled with the familiar chatter of clones, there were enough natborns there to set him on edge. He blinked at Waxer when a cup was shoved into his hands, forcing him to release some of the tension that had been building.

“You’ll like this caff. Cody told me that Senators Chuchi, Amidala and Organa were really kind to sponsor this event for us and that the caff is Alderaani. There are cookies from Pantora and the little sweets are from Naboo. They all also pitched in for the supplies we’ll be using and got all the people who will be leading the different exhibits to come,” Waxer explained with a little smile that helped ease a little more tension away.

Boil didn’t like crowds. He trusted Waxer and the other brothers present would do the right thing in case of an emergency, but it felt wrong to not be in proper lines and the lack of order twisted his stomach with stress. Announcements and events on Kamino were never this chaotic.

He tried to focus on the back of Waxer’s head as his best friend led the way toward some well positioned seats that gave them a good view of the stage as well as easy access to an exit. “What exactly are we doing here again?” he asked and Waxer turned back to grin at him.

“The flier I got from Hound said it was a Hobby Expo. We start off here to get instructions and more detailed information on the exhibit halls and then, once the talking is done, we’ll be able to go walk around different stands where different people will be sharing how to do different activities. I asked Cody about it once I saw Fox was the one who came up with the idea, and he said that Fox likes to do some weird craft where you tie a bunch of knots together and you can make blankets out of it. Plus, a lot of the Guard wanted to learn, and I guess many of the activities can be used to sell things and earn credits? So it could give some brothers who don’t know what they want to do now the war is over some sort of idea for a job,” he said with a shrug and settled down with his own cup of caff. Boil settled beside him to wait for everything to begin.

Eventually, a voice announced that they were going to start and for anyone still standing to find their seats, and Fox actually walked out onto the stage to give everyone the rundown on the event. He went into more detail, but it was mostly like Waxer had said. The activities and vendors were all situated in different rooms based on what planet they were most popular on, and maps would be available at tables all over to help everyone navigate.

There were also food stalls throughout, and the Guard would be available if anyone needed help. The point, it seemed, was that many clones would soon be moving to new planets and homes. Fox had thought that it was wise to give them all a source of information on what sort of things were popular to do in those new homes and what to expect once they got there, rather than just having everyone tossed out blind. Many senators (particularly the ones who helped pass the Clones Rights act in the first place) agreed.

Once the announcements were done, Boil and Waxer tossed their empty caff containers in a bin and got their maps from a helpful Guard shiny who was handing them out by the doors to the hall.

“We should go to the Ryloth rooms! We can learn what sort of things Numa might like and maybe even make something for her!” Waxer suggested while rocking on his heels, looking like he was ready to sprint his way across the building already.

Boil put a hand on his shoulder to keep him in place, “We have all day, we should probably start with the Galaxy Favorites hall and work our way around. That one is apparently showing things that many worlds have in common, so it would be the most helpful to learn even if we are planning on eventually going to Ryloth,” he offered and felt a little bad that it stole a little of Waxer’s enthusiasm.

Waxer’s nose scrunched up a little as he thought for a moment before nodding,“You’re right. We can save Ryloth for last so we can spend the most time there before we leave,” he suggested, and Boil nodded, fine with that plan.

With their course decided, they started making their way through the crowds of brothers who were likewise discussing the best choices for themselves to enter the hall marked Galaxy Favorites. Inside there were stalls set up in rows, many of which had seats and signs explaining what they were showing off, and most had a little shop stall beside them offering materials that could be bought if someone liked the activity. That way, they had what they needed to do the craft at home. Waxer immediately dragged him to a booth that had a fuzzy harnessed creature bouncing around its owner’s legs to try to greet everyone who came close enough.

“Hello! This is Sparky, she’s a tribble, please don’t mind her, she’s friendly. Do you want to learn how to needle-felt today?” the Pantoran running the booth asked them. Boil’s lips twitched up knowing that Waxer had just wanted to pet the extremely fuzzy creature more than anything else.

Realizing she was talking to them Waxer looked up from making friends with the living fluff-ball, “Sure… what is needle felting? Is it, like, a medical thing?” he asked. The woman laughed a little while shaking her head but showed them some items she had made with the technique and explained how it worked. Other clones had stopped to join in and listen. Finally, all of them were set up at several rows of tables with little packets that would allow them to try making a simple project.

Boil liked the repetitive motions of stabbing the needles into the wisps of fluff. He didn’t mind that it was something that seemed to take a good amount of time if you wanted things clean looking and smooth.

Waxer quickly got frustrated when his needles kept breaking and he clearly felt bad for using the extras provided when not everyone seemed to be having the same trouble as him.

“I don’t think this activity is right for us, but thank you for letting us try,” Boil told the woman kindly while Waxer cheered up since he got to pet the tribble again.

She waved off their apology “That’s alright, keep the little kit in case you ever want to try again. Thank you for stopping by!” she said, and they started walking to find what they wanted to try next.

The tie-dye booth was very popular, so they tried that one and got some new shirts out of it, but Boil didn’t really see that as something they’d use often. He wasn’t surprised that many of the booths that offered different forms of painting were all flooded with interested clones since that was one of the things they did all get to have some sort of experience in.

They ran into Fox himself at the next booth they went to. Boil ended up enjoying crochet a lot more than he had expected. Enough so that, when Fox pointed out he could make Waxer hats to cover his cold ears and head, Boil did buy some hooks and a few balls of yarn to take with him.

When they finally got to the Ryloth section, they both were already carrying a few bags. They stopped to try some of the food being offered first and to wave down one of the droids that were available to take their purchases to be delivered to the apartments – where most of the clones were currently being housed – so they didn’t have to keep carrying so much around.

Now empty armed and fed, they started to go through the booths about the planet they wanted to return to with a renewed energy. They started at a booth that was about the different colors and types of clay that could be found on Ryloth and how they were best used to make jewelry or pottery.

Waxer sat down at the station there determined to make a mug that was shaped like his bucket while Boil decided to use the opportunity to make something a little more practical. He focused on the steps offered to make a few plates they’d be able to eat off once glazed and baked.

Rika, the Twi’lek in charge of the booth, was happy to help them both and chat about their plans. Boil blushed when she cooed over Waxer’s admission that they wanted to find Numa again.

Brightening she had them stay put for a moment while she vanished behind her booth “Hold on, I have something for you!” she squeaked before returning with a box containing a turquoise dish set that was carefully set in cloth to keep everything safe from breaking.

“On Ryloth it’s common to give friends gifts when they move to a new home to help welcome them. Dishes and other items that will help make their first days in the new home easier are the most common. I hope you find your little sister again and find a good home once you move,” she explained and didn’t give them a choice as the set was placed in Waxer’s arms.

Boil felt as flustered as Waxer looked as they accepted the gift and Rika promised to send their projects to their apartment once they had been fired.

The rest of the booths were also very helpful, teaching them about some of the livestock and what sort of things could be made from different leathers or some of the plants on Ryloth and which were good for dyes for painting and how others were used to make clothing.

Boil was surprised that so many people were happy to help them and excited to share their culture and home so easily. It left him feeling warm and bright, even if he felt like he had just run back to back campaigns at the same time.

By the time they made it to the end, their arms were even more loaded with materials and gifts and more than a few com codes from the people running the booths who wanted updates on if they found Numa and offers of help with their Ryl if they needed it.

Waxer was even dragging his feet at this point, “I might sleep for a month after this. I think more was stuffed into my brain than when we went through flash training,” he whined as they finally got out of the building and hailed a taxi to go back to their apartment.

“It was actually really fun though. You were right about coming here,” Boil offered.

Waxer beamed, “Of course I was. I’m always right,” He laughed and bumped their arms together the same way they’d normally tap vambraces.

Getting into the cab, Boil felt for the first time fully hopeful for their chances in their new lives. If even half the people of Ryloth were as kind as the people they had met here, things wouldn’t be nearly as difficult as he had imagined, and they would have help if they needed it. They would finally have a home.

#star wars #waxerboilmonth #the clone wars #tcw #sw tcw #clone trooper waxer #clone trooper boil #waxer/boil #fanfic #my writing #clone troopers #fluff

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girl-next-door-writes · 1 year

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How Can We Say Forever

Characters: Armitage Hux x reader

Summary: There is a fine line between the fantasy and the reality. So when that line is crossed, Armitage does what he feels is necessary to survive.

Word Count: 1097 words

Prompt: Angst. Mutual pining. Everyone knows but them. A kiss without thinking. Help fixing clothes.

A/N: @morby requested a touch of angst for my favourite general as part of my follower milestone celebration, and so here it is.

It had been the right thing to do. Obviously it was the correct decision, so why did he have to spend so much time telling himself that? Strategically, it made sense for you to take a squadron and set up a base in the abandoned Rebel camp, find out as much as you could about the area. Professionally, it made sense for you to gain this promotion of sorts. Personally… well.

If asked, Armitage could tell someone how long, to the very minute, it had been since you had left his side. Like a slow drip in the back of his mind, his body tracked the loss, stealing him of sleep and what little appetite he had. Countless times, he turned a corner and believed, for a fraction of a second, that he caught a glimpse of you. There were moments he thought he caught the scent of your shampoo. The whole situation was slowly driving him insane. Your absence was more of a distraction than your presence had ever been.

“General Hux.” Your voice cut through his thoughts. Even the grainy hologram of you didn’t ease the deep ache within him. These update reports had started as the highlights of his week, but now they were just a reminder of the distance between you.

His image appeared before you, causing your heart to race. He looked like he hadn’t been sleeping, exhaustion etched on his features, and you felt a pang of concern. What you would give to be there to take on some of his burdens, to lighten his load. Then again, that was the problem was it not? You had got too close and now you were banished from his presence.

It had started out as little things, helping with paperwork, bringing him an extra caff on your way past the bridge when he was on shift. At first, he seemed surprised by your gestures, then intrigued. The line between you grew blurred and you had taken for granted all the little smirks and knowing looks he sent your way, thinking this was how it would always be, you and your General.

Of course, this behaviour did not go unnoticed by others. Phasma would roll her eyes affectionately whenever she saw you approaching her and Hux, knowing that she had lost his attention completely as soon as he spotted you. Kylo had publicly berated you for a mistake which was not your fault, and paused mid-sentence when he felt the heat of Armitage’s anger pulsing through him. Ren turned to look at the General who was trying so hard to conceal his emotions, knowing protecting you would only lead to ruin. Several underlings on the base had figured out that, if they had to take bad news to their General, then the best time would be when you were there, somehow you always lessened the blow.

This budding, whatever it was, was clear to see by everyone who saw the two of you together and yet, if asked, you both would insist it was a professional respect and nothing more. That was until the incident.

Standing in his office, Armitage frowned as he went over his notes for his latest address. The fine balance between inspiration and lecturing he usually excelled at felt a little forced this time.

“I just don’t think it is stirring enough.” He grumbled as you took the notes from him and cast your eye over them.

“I think, there are troops who would feel inspired by you even if you read them the instruction manual for refresher installation. It is just as much about how you say it as it is what you say.” You place the notes on the desk and smooth down the lapels of his coat, picking off an errant piece of lint that had dared defile his ensemble.

As your fingers worked over the cloth, Armitage felt as if time had slowed. Holding his breath, his eyes took in every detail of your face, savoring the proximity. There was something about having you this close that made his brain glitch. He felt heat rising up the back of his neck and just prayed you wouldn’t notice the panicked look in his eyes. The desire to say something witty, to make you smile, or even laugh, was overwhelming and left him speechless.

“There. Perfectly presentable.” You hummed, looking up from the coat with a soft smile. “Go inspire the masses, Sir.”

And that was when it happened. That was the moment that changed everything. Without a thought, you had leaned in and placed a kiss to his cheek as if it were the most natural thing for you to do.

On the loneliest of nights, when he lay in the dark of his bedroom, Armitage closed his eyes and would swear he could feel the warmth of your breath, the softness of your lips, the stain of your kiss forever imprinted upon his soul.

Armitage stiffened at the contact, bringing you back to your senses and you hurriedly pulled away, eyes wide with panic.

“Sir, I-“ whatever you had been about to say, whatever apology that might have fallen from your lips was interrupted by a trooper informing the General that he was required urgently. And so, he had left. He left you standing there in his office wondering how badly you had damaged your relationship.

Armitage had been a coward, he knew that. After going out of his way to avoid you, he had happened upon this advancement for your career. He knew you sort him out when you received your new orders, Phasma had told him as much, but he couldn’t bring himself to see you. If you were physically in his presence then either you would apologise and he would see how much you wished to take back that moment, a moment that had become the most precious to him, OR he would take back this promotion because the reality of never seeing you again would break his heart.

The latter was not an option. You had to go. Somehow, you had become his weakness and as soon as that was discovered then he was done for. There was no room in the First Order for ‘happy ever after’, no space for ‘forever’. He didn’t deserve that kind of life and a romantic entanglement would only prevent him from focusing on his long term goals. It was the right thing to do. Strategically, professionally, it was the right decision. So why did he feel that he was simply sitting here, waiting for you?

#Armitage Hux #Armitage Hux x reader #Hux x reader #General Hux x reader #gndw fic

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ennikity · 5 months

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❤𝘕𝘪-𝘬𝘪 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯... 𝘚𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 ❤ ☽𝘎𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦: 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧☾ ☽𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘱☾

... And with just one look, Ni-ki and her new that they were ment to be together.

You couldn't help but laugh.

-There's people out there who really have a lot of imagination.

Looking one last time at the fanfic you had just read, you turned off your phone. You had to admit that, from time to time, you liked reading the fanfics that some fans uploaded on social media.

Just curiosity, you always told to yourself.

But, at the bottom of your heart, you read them for another reason. Those fics always portrayed Ni-ki as a perfect person, someone that could perfectly be on a fairy tale. But you knew the truth: no one is perfect, neither him. Reading those stories always made you remember that you didn't fall in love with the perfect Ni-ki but with the real one. And he was just perfect in your eyes.

-What are you laughing at?

The sudden voice of the boy, entering the living room started you.

-Oh, nothing, just a short fanfic about you. Engenes are really creative.

-Are you reading those fics again?- Ni-ki asked, emphasizing the last word- Why would you read fictional stories about me when you literally have me?

-Well, they are fun.

-Oh, ok, I get it. I'm way more boring than those stories- he said, giving you a half offended, half joking look.

-C'mon, you know it's not that- You answered, punching his arm.

-Whatever- he rolled his eyes- What was the story about this time?

As he waited for your answer, he leaned closer to you, making himself comfortable on the couch.

-Nothing special, just another one about how you and the main character meet. It was extremely romantic and cliche- you added- Things like that never happen in real life.

-Are you saying that the way we met wasn't romantic?- again, he looked offended.

-We were like 14 when we met, Ni-ki- you laughed- How could that be romantic?

-Well, for me was.

-Wait, really?

That surprised you.

He nodded, avoiding your eyes.

-I didn't know that.

-Cuz I didn't tell you.

-Wait, now I want to know.

-Never- he replied quickly, his ears turning red at the thought of telling you all the things he felt the first time he saw you.

-Cmon Ni-ki, pleaseee- you begged.

-I won't tell you- he teased you.

-Please, I'll convince Jake to go and see that scary movie you wanted to watch.

His eyes widened.

-Really? That's almost impossible, Jake hates scary movies..

-I'll do it, I'll convince him, but please, tell me what you thought when we met.

The boy looked as if he was considering it.

-I guess you win this time- he finally said, hiding a smile.

-Yes! Oh gosh, I didn't think this moment would finally arrive.

This time, you were the one snuggling next to him, in the comfort of his warmth and embrace.

Ni-ki smiled widely at your actions, but you couldn't see his face.

-Ok, where do I start? Oh! I know. Everything started one random day at a caffe near the company...

[...]

-It was a rainy afternoon. I remember cuz I had forgotten my umbrella and had no choice but to enter that caffe. I had had a terrible day. I was still a trainee back then, and practice that day had been a disaster, not to mention that I had just arrived to Korea and I didn't know anyone. So I was there, sitting near the window with a cup of hot chocolate when I first saw you.

Your eyes shined with expectation.

-You entered quietly, almost with fear, and you sat down some tables infront of me. You looked stunning- his ears turned red- I swore I had never seen such a beautiful person in my life. You were wearing a light pink hoodie and some jeans, and your hair was a bit wet, but you still looked beautiful to me. However, what made me fall for you was your smile. I saw you smiling to a little kid that was there, and I don't know if it was because of the terrible day I had had, where the only emotions I felt were stress and frustation, but seeing your sincere smile made me think that maybe the world wasn't that bad after all. I kept looking at you for a really long time, forgetting about my bad day, but something was wrong. You had been watching the caffe's menu for a long, long time, and every time it looked as if you were going to order, you shook your head and stayed at your table. After 30 minutes, with a sad look, you left the caffe.

You nodded, remembering that day as if it had happened yesterday.

-I felt my heart brake when you left. Will I ever see her again?, I asked myself. I kinda felt stupid because I could have spoken to, but I just stayed there, watching you without daring to do something. It wasn't as if someone like you would talk with someone like me, after all.

-Why would you think that?- you asked.

-I don't know, my younger version of that time wasn't very brave, as you can see.

Both of you chuckled.

-Anyway. After that day, I decided to keep coming every afternoon to that caffe, hoping to see you again. For the first week, it looked as if you had dessapeared. But then, I saw you again. I was sitting on the exact table, so I saw you when you entered to the caffe. I swear I had never been so happy. You were there, infront of me, and you were ok and...

-Wait, you were worried about me?

-Maybe- Ni-ki answered, trying not to look at you so you wouldn't see him blush- I mean, you were nowere to be seen. What if something bad had happened to you?

-Awww, that's cute- you smiled- Ok, sorry for interrupting you, keep talking please.

He smiled and nodded.

-So, this time, I wasn't going to loose the oportunity to talk to you. This might sound weird, but during all that week I had been trying to figure out why you didn't order nothing. And I arrived to the conclussion that it was because you couldn't speak korean well and you were afraid to make a mistake. So, I had worked extremelly hard on my korean to be able to help you.

-There´s no way you practiced your korean just to help me order at a caffe- You were ashtonished by the fact that the boy had discovered why you didn't order, and even more after hearing the efforts he did just to help you.

-I know, I'm incredible- Ni-ki said proudly- It wasn't that hard, honestly. You could clearly notice that you weren't korean. Anyway, let me continue.

-When I saw you staring at the menu, I knew my moment had arrived. I walked towards you, and tapped your shoulder. And when you looked at me... I went completelly blank. I started pannicking because I knew that I had to say something. If not, you were going to think I was weird and I would never see you again. But then, you smiled at me, and I felt as if everything was going to be alright.

-I remember that- you said, a warm feeling spreading over your chest as the memories of that day came back- You asked me if I needed help, but at the beginning I couldn't undertand you. So you repeated it again, slowly, but without that tone that people used when they realized I could barely speak korean and that always made me feel as if I was stupid. I remember thinking that you were a nice boy for trying to help me. And you were also the first person who had been kind to me, so, even if I didn't tell you, I was trully thankful.

-I still remember the way you pointed at the hot chocolate when you finally understood me- Ni-ki continued, a big smile on his face- And how you managed to ask me if I wanted to seat with you. I swear I was the happiest boy in the world.

-And then we started with the napkin thing, do you remember?- You asked.

-How could I forget that? I still keep all of them- the boy said.

-You do? No way, me too!

Both of you laughed, filling the room with the happy memories of those days.

-We have to admit that it was a cute idea- you said- You know, writing on napkins the things we would like to say to eachother, but in our own language, so the other had to use a translator to understand it.It wasn't the best idea to comunicate, but it worked for a while.

-Yes, until both of us learned enough Korean to actually keep a normal conversation- Ni-ki laughed.

-The amount of afternoons we spent at that caffe was huge, but the amount of hot chocolate you ordered for me was even bigger.

-And I'd do it all over again. You can't imagine how happy those afternoons made me. Knowing that, after all the stress of training, I had someone waiting for me was the best feeling ever.

-Yeah, I felt the same. I had no one aside from you, so knowing that at least, you cared for me was a relief.

You stayed silence for a moment, remembering every detail of those happy first days.

-So, do you still think that the way we met wasn't romantic?- Ni-ki asked.

-Well, maybe you're right- you admitted- It was romantic .

-Who was goint to tell us that a hot chocolate and some napkins would lead as to becoming a couple- he said, smiling.

-Yeah... You know, I don´t tell you this things often, but I can´t be more happy and grateful to have met you, Ni-ki.

Those words made the boy´s heart jump with happiness.

-Me neither, I'm trully lucky for having someone like you to call the love of my life.

And with the warm feeling that those memories left on both of you, you kept sharing old stories and happy moments. However, the most exciting thing was that, despite all the good memories that you had made, there were even more yet to come, and you couldn't wait to live all of them.

Author's note:

Hi everyone! Hope you are doing great ^^ I'm no very happy with today''s fic, but I wanted to post something to celebrate the boy's 5th Mini Album. I'm being completely serious when I tell you that I'm obsessed with it. My fav song is Orange Flower, I swear it's just so perfect that it makes me evaporate every time I listen to it.

Anyway, hope you like this fi, see you :]

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Soft Touch starved Yandere risotto x male reader Drabble

(As always minors and female and she/her identifying people please do not interact if you do you will be blocked there is explicit content including gore)

I was Reading this this and this than opened up TikTok and saccharine was the first thing I hear and it ticked a part of my brain so here

It all started when you’re hand had accidentally brushed his when you gave him his coffee, you did it with that sweet smile and just like that his heart skipped a beat

He just need you to touch him to hold him close he just need you. He needed you to hold him in those perfect arms of yours to praise him like no tomorrow he wanted you to let his head rest at the crook of you neck as he inhaled your Cologne he wanted to rest his head on your pecks he wanted you to hold in to him and for him to leave scratch marks on your back as you pound into him from behind

He just wanted you

and he would do anything for you. Anything just to see that sweet smile of yours the one that lit up a room.

He started following you around, memorizing your schedule, the things you do and don’t like, like how you loved to pick up random things and how you hated getting yelled at, especially by your half Hazard bastard of a boss. He hated that man he hated that that man tried to yell at you for your “bad life choices” because you where late to work, when he had barley had his shit together.

He hated how others treated you, especially the costumers at the caffe. he wanted to put razors in their food or have Metallica rip them to shreds from the insides out, to have them yelling screaming in pain as razor blades and scissors start pouring out of their mouths and eyes. He imaged that in his head more times than he would like to admit. But never mind that, now that he knew your schedule slowly start appearing more and more within your life.

It started with bumping into each other ‘accidentally’ more and more until you had been fairly well acquainted, after that a small friendship had been made, a friendship that risotto had nurtured slowly but steadily, he needed to keep reminding himself that he needed to take it slow if he wanted to make it into your arms, he tried to keep himself steady and it finally worked out…

Now here he was, as he slowly rode you as held on to his hips to keep him steady you thought this was his first time cute, but in reality he had been preparing for this, stretching himself out, finding the right position, even looking into (beating the information out of than killing) your ex lovers, just for you to be satisfied and it was worth it because after you both had came. he stayed on your cock and you held him close and fell back into the bed

He grabbed the covers and loosely thrown it over the both of you as you two fell asleep cuddling, well you fell asleep, risotto kept his head on your chest and wouldn’t move, he just kept staring at you like he never wanted to let go he wouldn’t let go and he would make sure no one would make him let go.

#jjba #gay #yandere jjba #jjba x reader #yandere golden wind #yandere risotto #jjba x male reader #la squadra #yandere La Squadra #mlm #mlm fanfic #mindless time #Jjba Drabble #risotto nero #risotto nero x male reader #risotto x male reader #cw: gore

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ngmn2002 · 1 month

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Ch 112: Random Thoughts

Now, after what happened in ch 101, let's see what we got...

Nene and her plant pot, what a nice way of summarizing the hardships she went through until this point.

Her "past present", the "uncool" plant with the "rotten root", that got Nene to face too many hardships with the damaged pot to keep it, No.1 took it, gave her the chance of replacing it with a nice flowery plant of the same kind, representing this "ideal present" they want to set. Yet, she doesn't want it and shouted they give her "her plant" back, and the bigger picture "old present " back. Even if the ideal is nice, flowery, and the old one is full of hardships, we still want it and won't trade it.

We can also present Hanako-kun and Tsukasa-kun into the picture as well.

So, I'm looking forward to see Nene-chan fighting, struggling to have things back to how they used to be, to have those special to her back into her life.

Haha, look at Nene-chan posing. ~ I don't doubt her mega strong punch, or strength all together. ~

Wooh, sweet girl. ~ seriously, that's Tsukasa she "smacked!" His face gets me in there. lol feel her wrath, Tsu. ~ don't get on Nene-chan's nerves, you'll regret it. ~

Kay, so we meet the 2 girls in Tsukasa's assistant's class, the class seems to be going with a "hunted house" instead of "a maid caffe". Kou's class activity in the past present. Tsukasa's assistant doesn't seem to be a part of that class? Good for the 2 girls I'll say.

Hmm, in a sense, I wonder what came of her and her servant in this ideal present. How does her master not being there impact her?

Where are the 2 of them? How are they doing? Does she need to be pretending to be a student in this ideal present? Same maybe goes to her servant. What shape do they take in this setting?

Regardless of that, I assume she is one of those who aren't affected by what the keepers did. She has 3 days to make a meaningful move to get things back in her favor, huh?

Can she make any move? All they've done with the rumors, etc. is erased. As I assume, the first move she took into really getting into what she wants, was "meeting" Tsukasa and making a wish to him. I do wonder "when" that happened exactly. Anyway, in this setting, she has to start from point 0? But for some reason, a bond as powerful as one a human shares with a supernatural, Tsukasa to be specific, needs to be special, for some reason I don't think it's "really" erased, somehow. Maybe that can come to her help, maybe too, whatever position to have her stuck in school in the first place. Even though, would her special lady kannagi or whatever rule come to light this arc? Hmm... kinda doubt it?

If she will be brought to light, she will have to rely on Nene's abilities like always I assume? So? Don't go have a chat with Nene, kay? Nor send your dog to fetch her or whatever. I will be surprised if she can swing "alone" and on her own. No Tsukasa, no Nene (who might not remember her at all), and oh, if we were to imagine no nat, what can she do... hmm... how far can she get...

Luring Nene into doing stuff for her is no surprise coming from her. In the p.p arc, she was so chill knowing Nene won't choose that perfect world, that if Nene chose to stay within will be a problem for her, and would want the usual world back, destroying No.4's yorishiro, what she really needs Nene for, to do that. Same goes here really, maybe she won't have to interfere so much, that in mind.

If destroying No.1's yorishiro is the only thing she wants out of this mess, she gets it no sweat. Nene on her own free - will, will do that to ensure the usual present is back. Now, I wonder, will Akane be handing the yorishiro to Nene like No.4 did, too?

Uh, thinking of him, this feeling within me is funny, while a good part of his fans are freaking out he is "not there anymore", I go imagining various scenarios of Mr. time issues of his own, but never one of "OH! HE IS GONE!! WHAT!! NOOO!!! HE NEEDS TO BE BROUGHT BACK!" I see him chilling in the red house room, nowhere space... and having a cup of tea. severance Tsukasa-puzzle vibes I go: well, it already was a gift to have Tsukasa there for like... 8 chapters straight. THAT'S INSANE! oh, so now it's about time we're back to the Tsukasa is no where to be found era again? cool. last time he was gone for a year, the one before it almost 2 years and a half, I wonder how long he will take this time until he comes back. Hmm, should I start a count down? even if something bad happened to him with how the keepers went, easy, things will be back to normal again, after a while. so really, nothing to worry about too much. I'm so chill. I doooo wonder if Tsukasa's "always so relaxed" charm got to me, actually.

I see various possibilities with 12 y.o Tsu and yorishiro Tsu... the best one being the 2 of them working together, having Nene dancing elegantly between them, the worst one is oh, the keepers really managed to get around him somehow, did a number on him, but hey! that's only temporarily! At the end, we will be back to how things were, and voila! he is there again! so no need to worry too much.

I wonder what can they really do about Tsukasa, or rather, what's inside of him. But then again, I think maybe we need to also keep in mind, from what we know so far, Tsukasa, regardless of what's in him, was killed by a kitchen knife. Pretty simple, eh? He is still "Human" in a way. At least, I don't know, that's how "simply" it took Amane to kill him gets me. Tsukasa then what? Became a supernatural? Amane's yorishiro... still kept what's inside of him... hmm... this boy is so confusing. How am I supposed to think into that thing regarding him?

Anyway, having No.1 going after "what's in him", knowing what they are doing, they seem to have a solid plan on how to deal with "Tsukasa" in general.

Continuing with what we have to show the present based on Tsukasa not being there, Mei is alive! What a surprise! The one to really shock me! The other characters, I can get how things changed for them, but then Mei? What does she have to do with Tsukasa? Then I remember No.4's wish, that by the end of it Mei chose to die and... oh? Maybe that's it? I don't know how to feel when I think about Mei walking confidently to her death, and assume it might be a thing Nene will do one day, in the same manner...

Mei was already being cured in a hospital and was said to die soon, right? In this present, she recovered up well? Maybe her illness wasn't really that serious and she recovered easily... ...

She drew No.4/her other self as a thing so she could live. Hmm, in this ideal present it seems she didn't need to do that? Or she did, but the difference is that she meaningfully recovered and lived. No.4's wish to Tsukasa didn't exist. Is this again, one of the scenarios where the reason of your death is the person you love?

Hmm... does... Mei's other self exist or not in this "reality"? And, speaking of No.4... what was the price she paid to Tsukasa, really?

Kou, seems to always meet Nene with the same behavior. Pretty cute. But oh, as expected.. they don't know each other in this present.

Mitsuba being alive, really reinforces his death wasn't that simple one of "he died getting potatoes". We're having a present based on not having Tsukasa there. So, it seems the photo Mitsuba took of the red house means more than it looks like.

But wow, have to say I was yet again surprised by Kou and Mitsuba naturally being friends.

Come again? Mitsuba didn't need to die, become a ghost, or anything for Kou to pay attention to him? Become friends with him? Kou did that naturally? Wow. No really, wow.

Having Aoi calling "Minamoto-kun" as "Teru-kun"... you sure this is a nice present for you, guardian of the present, Aoi Akane? How is your relationship with Aoi going?

Now, now... Nene's "popularity" is...

She took the rule of Dorothy instead of twister no. 4. She seems pretty well-known and admired...

Ahem, going by the pattern again, a present based on Tsukasa not being there... excuse me but... what does he have to do with her being popular or not? ^_^

Unless, it was No.1... trying in a way to give her a "present" she won't say no to? So she won't try to change? So she will accept the flowery plant? I don't mean to be rude in any way, Nene is so gorgeous, but... it seems her ankles problem doesn't exist in this present, despite her still having them the way they are. people are nice in there, unlike in the usual present.

The same I know. My heart. 💜🩵

Uh, seeing Nene performing Dorothy on stage, not only in front of Hanako, while actually wearing the dress... awww....

And, she imagines seeing Hanako there, only for him to disappear later... sad. But no worries girl! It will be alright. Things will be back to normal. p.p arc, severance vibes. ~ Hanako.. really looked like his father, in his and Tsukasa's 4th birthday. the same image. I always find that cool when I can see parents represented in their children.

Now, to the scene of the guy who made sure to "lock" the door before her goes all out... more keys for us to see apparently, because clearly we haven't seen enough already.

...on someone.

Seems he was waiting for the chance to come to have a payback. His threat was somewhat real, Akane. ~

So yeah, Akane speaks of the butterfly effect, he mentions some stuff. Will Teru end up liking this present or will he reject it and join Nene in getting back the usual one? For some reason, his mother, that was brought up in the red house arc, a possible wish for Kou to make... came to me. It's a wild thought within me but... can she be "alive" in this present? The Minamoto grandmother, too? I mean, she didn't have to use all her power to seal "Hanako-san". The man in the shrine 4 y.o Tsukasa talked about didn't die...? so now... how is Nagisa doing? He is not the one in charge of the shrine now if that man is still alive, is he? Hmm, he came to the festival with Tiara, did that change in the ideal present?

Anywaaaaaay, it's cool we'll be back to the usual present in 3 days, huh? Let's enjoy what will happen during them. ~

Tsuchigomori! And here I was wondering how he's been doing. Thinking the supernatural in charge of the records can't be affected easily. It seems that way.

Greetings, teacher! ❤️

Oh, so we got to see young man Amane. But, right now, he needs to be around 60 years old. Where is he? Is he still alive, or died along the way? or went missing? For how many years did he get to live/be around if that was the case?

Hmm... how did his close relationship with Tsuchigomori start in the ideal present I wonder... Yugi was an old colleague of his he said... hmm.. maybe a student of his, too? Maybe some kind of "incident" brought them together?

Yugi Amane always entrusts Mr. Tsuchigomori with things, before he does something "crazy" usually connected to... Tsukasa... a moon rock, now a watch. Hmm... what did this boy do this time?

Tsukasa x time... Tsukasa x time x Amane = ? hmmm.....

He was trying to get the big clock to move again.... gave Tsuchigomori a watch... both stopped moving at some point... now I wonder... what "some point" it is exactly... Why do I keep flashing to this... I have no idea...

Too manny stopped things... deals with time...

We can also add the big clock that stopped moving at some point, if I were to get ahead of myself, I would say it stopped the time Tsukasa left the red house.

I will add another similar small calculation for fun...

Tsukasa x knife... Tsukasa x knife x Amane= the usual present.

Ahem, the 2 means/calculations by the end, seem to be ones of Amane fighting to keep Tsukasa by his side.

Let's stop here.

Based on what we've seen so far, Tsukasa is so life changing!! ALL of these futures of people are back to ........... Mr. Root!!!! I'm interested to get to see more into this "supposedly" ideal present, before the time comes for us to say goodbye.

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For some extra dive in... see this reblog of the same post.

Thanks for reading. Till next chapter.

#ch 112 #jibaku shounen hanako kun #toilet bound hanako kun #jshk #tbhk

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padawansuggest · 1 year

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Obi-Wan: *handing Cody a caff* Here you go, my dear.

Cody: *has been awake to long* I love you.

Obi-Wan: …Heh… what?

Cody: *doesn’t wanna admit that was a Freudian slip, enunciating perfectly this time* I love you.

Obi-Wan: Oh. Um. I love you too. *walks away in confusion*

Waxer: Congrats. I even got that on holo.

Boil: Yeah, when’s the wedding?

Cody: Idk but at this point I could convince him we need to do it after lunch.

Waxer: I bet you could just pencil it into his schedule and he’d assume he hit his head and forgot you were already together at this point.

Cody: Obviously, we are.

Boil: *with tears in his eyes* Gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss. Fox will be so proud of you.

#star wars #obi wan kenobi #incorrect star wars quotes #clone wars #incorrect clone wars quotes #commander cody #waxer and boil #clone trooper waxer #clone trooper boil #codywan

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sergeantgoggles · 1 month

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kiss prompt: 💛 reunion kiss / relief huntech 🥺

"but Kanra you already wrote something like this." Shhhhhhh let me enjoy the brainrot.

“I had help.”

It’s the way Omega says the words that tells Hunter that he knows who he’s about to see at the top of the ramp that leads into the hijacked Imperial shuttle. It’s the way she smiles at him with a sense of calm and relief that makes him search her eyes for any falsehoods. The cold crash of realization douses him as his eyes dart to the light coming from the ship and Hunter stands.

Time halts. Only the sound of his heart beating against his ribcage echoes in his ears. Maybe Wrecker says something, but Hunter is moving too quickly, and his blood is rushing so swiftly through his veins as he leaves Omega’s side because there is nothing in the galaxy that is going to keep Hunter from the man standing at the top of that ramp.

All this time, all months…

Tech.

Tears spring to his eyes, of joy, relief, and a million other thoughts and feelings. They flood to the surface after months of keeping them locked away and spill down his cheeks as Tech slowly descends the ramp to meet him. He hardly has to, because Hunter is sprinting up the ramp and colliding chest to chest with him. Shaky hands cup Tech’s cheek and draw him into a hard kiss that’s all teeth at first before it eases into something softer and much more like what Hunter remembers their kisses being like. Tech tastes the same, of electricity and caffe with something new that’s reminiscent of flowers that remind him of the last kiss they had shared on Pabu before…

Hunter gasps breathlessly, and Tech is smiling at him, fingers tangling in his hair as their lips connect again and again.

“You were dead,” he rasps. “How…?”

“Not now,” Tech breathes, feels Hunter’s cheeks and wipes the tears away, presses their foreheads together, “just kiss me again.”

#cloneshipping #clone shipping #huntech #the bad batch #heart prompts clone edition

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ladykiller-yt · 4 months

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I WANT HIM TO CHOOSE ME

After Aziraphale's choice to return to heaven, Crowley also decides to leave Soho with the Bentley. Some time later, however, he perceives the lack of something that he also feels, in part, about himself. He thus decides to return to the bookshop still managed by Muriel, amanuensis of paradise.

He returns to the Soho neighborhood, parking his car in front of Nina's Caffe. With his usual walk he headed towards the entrance of the bookshop, knocking on the door.

Muriel: "Crowley, I thought you were gone, now that...well...Mr. Fell is no longer here."

Crowley: "Yes, I was gone but then I heard something telling me to come back here."

Muriel: "Oh good. Do you want a cup of tea? In the end I've learned to appreciate it too even though I'm an angel and wouldn't need it."

He turned away from the door thinking the demon was following her but he was still standing in the doorway.

Muriel: "Don't you want to come in?"

Crowley: "Now that you are the keeper of the bookshop, I need permission to enter this place."

Muriel: "Oh, um, right haha. So, so."

The young angel cleared his throat as if he had to announce something important.

Muriel: "Youuuu, demon Crowley, bringer of temptation, lord of serpents and..."

Crowley: "Okay, okay stop it. What are you doing?"

Muriel: "I'm inviting you in eheh. Isn't that how it's done?"

Crowley: "A simple 'please come in' was enough."

Muriel: "Okay...please, come in."

Crowley: "Thank you..."

Going back to that bookshop still hurt, how many things they had said to each other in there and just as many had never come out of their mouths. Crowley still remembered what he had felt when he had kissed the angel. He felt so peacefull and... happy. In his heart he hoped that that kiss would make Aziraphale change his mind about returning to heaven but it didn't happen.

Muriel: "Does it hurt that much?"

Crowley: "What?"

Muriel: "Losing something you cared about dearly?"

Crowley: "I am a demon, I feel no pain. At most I cause pain to people."

Muriel: "Of course but... you are different, you are not like the others demons. In a certain sense you are good. In short, we even went to heaven together to understand what had happened to Gabriel. This explains a lot about you."

Crowley:"*mhp* I think I hear Aziraphale talking."

Crowley smiled wistfully, Muriel was right. What she had done she had done all for Aziraphale, to help him.

He sat down in the armchair, crossing his legs as he usually did, letting out a long and loud sigh.

Muriel: "Can I suggest something to you?"

Crowley: "What kind?"

Muriel: "Let's confess."

Crowley turned to the girl, raising an eyebrow.

Crowley: "Dear, I am a demon, if I enter a consecrated ground I will tip-tap dance all the time until I am consumed by disappearing in a cloud of ash."

Muriel: "I didn't mean that. I meant here, now. Let's really tell each other what we want and what we really want. I'll start... then... I want to soon rise to the level of amanuensis and I want to become a better angel every day and always do the right thing. Now it's your turn."

Crowley: 'It's ridiculous. I don't want to do it.'

Muriel: "Come on, why not?"

Crowley jumped up from his chair, that situation was making him uncomfortable and he just wanted to leave there again even if a part of him wanted to vent that anger and frustration that he had accumulated. Then he stopped, looking at the place where his mind remembered kissing his Angel.

Crowley: "Because...what I want, I can no longer have!"

Muriel: "But you and Mr. Fell can still be a YOU. You can still..."

Crowley: "Enough Muriel! Aziraphale has chosen Heaven! He has chosen a side! And I wish that..."

He couldn't finish the sentence before his voice was cut off by sobs that he tried to stifle as much as possible.

Muriel: "What would you have wanted Crowley?"

Crowley:"*Snif* I..."

Muriel: "Crowley what do you REALLY want!"

Crowley let himself go, took off his glasses showing his beautiful yellow eyes full of tears that he could no longer hold back, turning in the direction of Muriel

Crowley: "I want him to choose me."

#good omens #ineffable husbands #aziraphale #crowley #crowleyxaziraphale #love quotes

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vibratingskull · 3 months

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A step in the right direction

Part1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31

Tags : fluff, domesticity, date, first kiss, reader is disabled

You have a full week to enjoy Thrawn presence before going back to work, what will you do ?

FemaleReader x Thrawn

You wake up to an empty bed. You blink and yawn, stretching your spine. You lay your hand on Thrawn’s side of the bed, it’s cold. He’s been up for a long time already. You yawn again and pass on your fluffy dressing gown, open the shutter to let light enter the bedroom and head to your living room.

You find Thrawn sleeping on the couch.

You don’t know why he didn’t stay in bed with you. Maybe he felt a bit ill… Also it is quite exceptional for him to sleep this late. You tug on the plaid to cover up his shoulders and kiss his cheek, enamored by the picture. His face is so relaxed like that, he looks like a true angel. You nuzzle your nose with his cheek and his eyes opens instantly, well awakened.

“Good morning, mister.” You caress a strand of hair out of his face.

“Good morning, cha’cah.” He responds with a soft tone, caressing your cheek with his knuckles. “Did you sleep well?”

No you didn’t. Even if you didn’t have a nightmare this night it doesn’t mean you didn’t have a bad dream about your trauma.

“Quite well.” You lie to not worry him.

He looks at you straight in the eyes with an indecipherable expression.

“Really?” He insists.

“Yes!” You smile for him, a broad, large smile.

He doesn’t believe you, but doesn’t insist more, leaving you your privacy.

“And you?” You divert the discussion to him, “Why sleep on the sofa when we have a fluffy mattress?”

“It was too hot for me.”

“You felt uncomfortable? You want to get rid of one of the covers?”

“Do not worry about that, Cha’cah.” He raises his head to kiss your cheek tenderly. “Let us enjoy breakfast together?” He proposes.

You prepare caff while he’s cutting a loaf of soft white bread for you. He doesn’t consume white bread, too unhealthy and not enough nutrients. You look at him taking out a portion of Spira salmon for himself and you get more and more distressed at how he’s prepping it.

“Thrawn, I do not think this is a good way to prepare fish, you're cross-contaminating every utensil.”

He looks at you with what you think is surprise in his eyes.

“This is how I always did.”

You frown in disbelief.

“Nobody ever told you it was dangerous?”

“I rarely cook with someone else present.”

“Do you usually cook? Like at all?”

“I prefer going to the mess halls or wardroom or eating the dishes the droids prepared for me.”

You shake your head, sympathetic. Apparently he is as clueless in the kitchen than in politics.

“Let me help.”

You cut the flesh of the salmon in manageable quarters, and spread oil in a dish.

“First you're gonna cover the salmon quarters with butter and add a pinch of salt.”

He obeys as you grate a lemon over a bowl. His movements are swift and precise even if you realize he doesn’t know what he’s doing. You gave him the lemon.

“Now add the juice and the zest.”

You take out some dill that you wash thoroughly.

“I remember your cutting skills being impeccable, mince that finely with this shallot.”

And he does succeed, his blade techniques are immaculate. You cut lemons that you put on each quarter while Thrawn adds some crushed garlic and oil as you instructed him to.

“And now you let them cook in the oven. See? It wasn’t so bad.”

“Thank you, cooking is not one of my fields of expertise.” He wipes his hands with a dish towel. “You are more experienced than I am.”

“Not so much, I just learned a dozen of recipes by heart and play with them. That is nothing special.”

You remain standing against the counter when he takes your hand to pull you in his embrace. You hug him tight as he presses you against his warm body. He is so tall and broad, he could suffocate you without thinking about it, but his hugs are always so infinitely tender…

You sigh of contentment, head resting against his chest as he kisses the top of your head, listening to his beating heart. He is so muscular, it is criminal.

“I didn’t imagine you this affectionate.” You let out in a satisfied sigh.

“Does it displease you?”

“Absolutely not.” You hug him tighter “Keep going like that.”

His hands caress your back and circle your shoulders in a chaste manner, cradling you gently. But your mind wanders elsewhere, being pressed against such a body awakes your desires and you can’t help but think about how thin your pajamas are, how warmth travels from his skin to yours, how you want him to devour you in one go. He’s such an athletic man, his stamina must be unmatched, it makes you drool just thinking about it.

“Thrawn…” You moan and you feel him tensing up under your touch, you part slightly from him to open your dressing gown “I am so hot suddenly, you want to… help me out?” you mewl.

He smiles lightly and closes back your gown, much to your dismay.

“Thrawn?”

“Do not worry, cha’cah. Everything is okay.”

You try to reach his lips and he stops you, pressing his hand on your mouth. You growl in response.

Why?

“Not now, cha’cah. Let me do it my way, I want it to be perfect.” He licks the tip of your nose, and you hear a faint purr starting.

He presses you back against him and you feel the vibration of his purr through the tender flesh of your cheek.

“Promise?” You ask, full of doubt.

“I promise you, cha’cah. You will not have to wait long still.”

“How long?” You press, at the end of your patience and on the verge of explosion.

“My, my, are you not an impatient one?” He lowly chuckles.

“I have been waiting for you for ten years.” You deadass respond.

“I know.”

What?

“You… You knew?”

“Of course.”

You look at him with eyes round like saucers and embarrassment settling in.

“You think I did not notice how warm you get standing next to me? That I never noticed how you crossed your legs in a desperate attempt to calm down your burning core? How squeamish you became when talking to me? Do you think I am blind?” He murmurs in your ears, licking the outer shell with the tip of his warm tongue.

You gasp feeling the warm wet limb caressing your sensitive skin.

“You think I was unconscious when you tried to kiss me in the library?” he keeps teasing you.

You feel your whole body burning with desire and your cheeks burning with embarrassment.

“You were awake?!” you choke.

“I was.” He blows at your ear, his hand slowly going down your body, “You did well to stop in time.”

“Or… Or what?” all your words crash in your mouth.

“Or I would not have been accountable for my actions.”

Does… Does that mean that he would have had you on the table like that or that he would have manhandled you to stop you?

“Me… Meaning?”

“Do not fret about it, cha’cah. You stopped just in time, and that was for the best for both of us.” He nibbles your ear.

“Okay…” You say a bit relieved and a bit afraid.

He keeps playing with your ear, teasing you as he chuckles and you can’t refrain your yelps under his touch.

“So… When you proposed we sleep in the same bed, you were playing with me?”

“No. I would not have disrespected you like that. It was just the most practical solution.” He caresses his fingers through your hair.

“But if you knew, why not come to me sooner? Why wait ten years?”

“You were too young for me.”

You pout at the revelation, frowning your eyebrows and pursing your lips.

“Do not look at me like that, cha’cah. You were barely 20 when I was already 40, I needed you to mature and grow, to flourish into the great woman you are today.”

“I can’t believe you didn’t count me as a possibility because I was “too young”.” You wince

“Nobody was a possibility at that time.”

“And now?”

“Now there is only you.” He kisses your closed eyelids.

His hand caresses your lower back, ever so slightly sliding the tip of his fingers past the hem of your little short. You inhale sharply at the sensation of his warm palm against your colder skin.

“Thrawn…” You moan again as his other hand slides under your shirt to caress your back.

“Mmh?” He murmurs, eyes closed as he rests his chin on the top of your head.

“I want you.” You confess.

“Me too, cha’cah.” He kisses your forehead and tugs on your shirt to reclothe your properly “But I should not get your hopes up.”

He kisses your forehead one last time and parts from you to take out the salmon out of the oven, leaving you arms dangling, mouth agape and craving for more.

“Breakfast is ready.” He announces and he starts serving the quarters.

You sit down, body boiling and mind bubbling. You eat little mouthfuls, hands trembling, you were so close to have him but he cockblocked you last second.

Two times!

He takes a bite and his pupils widen instantly.

“This is delicious.”

“I am happy you like it.” You try to smile through your distress.

You both remain silent for the rest of the meal but under the table he slides his feet to caress yours. Your bite almost fell out of your fork as he plays footsie with you with the sternest expression, completely unbothered.

You finish your meal as best you can trying not to flush furiously.

“Do you have something planned for today?” He asks you out of the blue.

“Hum, not especially. It was supposed to be a slow day today.”

“Good. I will be taking you shopping this afternoon.” He says standing up to clear the table.

“For what occasion?” You ask, surprised.

“I am taking you to the Pinnacle tonight. I have a table reserved for us two.” He casually explains.

Your last bite took a wrong turn.

“The Pinnacle? But you have to wait more than ten months to have a table booked here!”

“Do you think I came to see you unprepared?” He raises his eyebrow like it was obvious “We are booked for 20h.” He kisses your temple and leaves you to take a shower.

You await your turn, legs dangling off the bed, squirming like a little girl. A dinner at the Pinnacle? As a first date? He really goes strong! You giggle to yourself, excited like a child, you feel like 16 again. You let yourself lay down on the bed, listening to the water running next door and realize that there is only a thin wall separating you from his mighty naked body. Instantly your imagination starts running wild, remembering the time you spied on him at the waterfall and how good he looked at the lake with only his boxers on. You bite your lower lips, you’re way to horny for your own good.

With devious hopes you knock on the door and he invites you to enter the bathroom, you open the door in a swift movement and are immediately disappointed.

He’s already fully clothed.

Blast.

“A problem?” He asks innocently.

“No.” You pout, better chance next time.

He put on a white chemise, a waistcoat and black pants, one of his three civilian outfits. You realize he’s applying his red eyeliner under his eyes. You observe the very meticulous brush actions on his blue skin. You’re absolutely fascinated.

“You want to help me?” He asks gently.

“I can?” you’re surprised and caught unaware.

He hands you the brush and the pigment and takes a chair to sit as you delicately manipulate the brush to adorn his beautiful face. You hold your breath, careful to not make a clumsy movement and ruin the make up. He lets you do, fully trusting you with his eyes closed, you trace the lines of his favorite pattern under his lower eyelids, trying to replicate it the best you can.

You’re so close to one another, you feel his breath on your chin and he must feel your on his closed eyelids. You gently hold his cheek to prevent him from moving, feeling the warmth spreading through your palm.

“It’s almost finished.”

“You can add some modifications if you want.” He tells you softly.

“I can?”

“Of course, you really progressed with your makeup techniques these last few years. I will be your canvas for today, be creative.”

“If I do it, you will do mine?” You propose.

“As you wish.”

You add scrolls and dots of red with the brush and a gradient burgundy eyeshadow that melt in the marvelous blue of his skin and outline it all with some golden eyeliner, giving him a sharp look.

He takes the time to observe himself in the mirror, looking at every angle.

“It is successful.”

“You like it?” you ask full of hopes.

“I do.” He confirms “Take your shower and I will paint your visage.” He tells you with a soft smile.

You undress and enter the shower, and immediately scream in pain. Thrawn comes back running, knocking at the door.

“Cha’cah? Is everything alright?”

You open the door violently, shaking.

“What kind of shower do you take?! It is scorching hot, I burned my entire body!” You fulminate, still feeling the bite of the boiling water on your skin.

He passes his hand under the water without wincing.

“Is it? I find it quite relaxing.” He seems confused.

“Relaxing?!” You repeat astonished “This water is well over 60°!”

“I am sorry, I will remember it.”

No taking showers after Thrawn, noted! He looks in your direction and immediately looks away like he is embarrassed.

“Could you please put on your nightgown instead of simply hiding behind that thin towel?” He makes the conscious effort not to look at you.

You look down at yourself, realizing you're just holding the towel in front of you, barely hiding your bare body before his eyes. You were so taken by surprise you didn’t cover yourself better.

“Out, mister!” You order, indicating the door.

He silently exits the bathroom and you take a nice, COLD shower.

You dress up and let him enter back to do your makeup. You could fall asleep under his gentle brush strokes, it’s like a facial massage. You give him total control, letting him have his fun as he did to you. You relax under his warm, careful hands.

“There. What do you think?”

You turn to the mirror and gasp. That is not how you do your makeup at all, it is a totally different technique but the result is so… Exotic.

“Oh wow.” You let out, approaching your face to the glass.

“I tried to match our makeup.” He explains.

“I love it, actually.” You admit, admiring your profile. “When did you learn all those techniques?”

“We use makeup to express our affiliation to a family early on in our life.” He informs, tidying the makeup case. “Shall we go?” He turns to you with sparkling eyes.

You take his hand and head to the department stores of Coruscant.

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You quickly found THE dress. You saw it in a shop window on a mannequin and dragged Thrawn into the boutique. This is a marvelous long, velvety dark green dress that hides your mechanical legs, which the other dress didn’t. With off, flared shoulders and a twirl of fabric drawing scrolls and roses on the skirt you can’t help but twirl in front of the mirror while Thrawn refuses an nth glass of champagne proposed by the employees. You pull on the skirt to observe your legs. They are only practical and crude, not at all made for a fancy setting and you’re afraid they might spoil your fun. You know they allow you to walk again but you can’t help but hate them a bit.

“Do you like this dress?” Thrawn asks, slouching on a sofa like a king.

“Yes! It is beautiful! I love it!”

You take the tag and choke at the price. It’s worth more than 5 months of your paycheck.

“Ouch!”

“A problem?”

“Yes, the price. I don’t have the salary for it” You wince.

You take a final look at you in the mirror, appreciating how it hugs your forms and accentuate your complexion. Too bad…

“You are not paying that.” He simply says.

You turn to him, outraged.

“Thrawn, I won’t let you pay for that dress, it’s unaffordable!”

“Not for me.” And like that he summons an employee with the snap of a finger. “We will take that dress, do you have any set of jewels that would accord with it?”

“Thrawn!” You say, choked and embarrassed.

“Of course, sir.” The employee bows “I will show you our jewelry. Right this way.”

You’re being ushed back to the changing room with a female employe to help you dress and undress, she meticulously folds the dress and put it in a velour box and hand it to you with a broad smile.

You join back Thrawn observing the shiny jewels, listening to the advice of the employee, giving him the different carat of each piece. You take him by the arm and drag him to the side.

“ Thrawn, what are you doing?”

“I am paying you a dress you love?” He responds equally confused.

“Thrawn, this dress and those jewellery are prohibitively expensive! You can’t be serious?”

“I am always serious.” He drily answers “Why you do not want me to pay for you?”

“Because… Because…” Your mouth suddenly dries.

“Does it remind you of him?” He tilts his head.

You dig your nails in your palms, uneasy. Nather used to buy things he loved, not really caring for your comfort or taste.

“In a sense… Yes.” You let out in a shaky breath.

“Then what if I buy them on credit?” He holds his chin thinking.

“What?”

“I pay for you today, and you will repay me in the future. Would it be more comfortable for you?”

That… could work…

“I… Yes. I would prefer that.”

He delicately holds your chin and kisses your forehead.

“Let us choose those jewels, then.”

He brought you back to the jewel stall and helps you choose diamonds you truly like. It makes you feel dizzy to wear something so pricey, what if you broke them or lose them somewhere?

You finally settle for an orichalk necklace that mimics a grapevine with little shiny diamonds as flowers here and there and a pair of chandelier earrings. You don’t even ask the price, it’s better for your heart to wait a bit.

Next stop is finding a costume for Thrawn and it is proven more difficult, no stores can accommodate his stature, it’s always too short or too tight and uncomfortable While he chooses and tries different ones you're tapping away on your comlink to find the next boutique. You’re going back to him when you localized a tailor down the road while an employee that just took his measurements embarrassedly admits they don’t have his size.

“We’ll have more chances at the next one.” You cheer him up. “We’ll have to exit the department store tho.”

“I am not worried.” He simply says, gentlemanly carrying your bags.

“It’s a little boutique but surely they would have more choice, those are artisanal costumes they should accommodate a wider range of bodies and… Thrawn?” You look where he standed to realize he’s not here anymore.

You turn back on your track and find him looking at a shop window. As you approach you realize it’s a wedding boutique, displaying their wedding dresses. His face is stern and calm but his gaze his fixed on the white fabric.

“You… Want to enter?” You ask, a bit shyly.

“No. That would be premature.” He shakes his head.

You look at the beautiful dresses. A glimpse into the store lets you see happy couples trying on the dresses and costumes, you hear laughter and joy.

You feel his hand sliding in yours and intertwining your fingers.

“Shall we go?” He asks

You nod with a smile and you walk out hand in hand. You’re on a little fluffy cloud. You press yourself against him and squeeze his hand as you feel lighter and lighter, giggling like a little girl.

“Why are you laughing?” He asks, genuinely curious.

“Nothing. I am just happy to be with you.” You broadly smile.

He squeezes back your hand in a dignified silence and you reach the little boutique.

It is a charming little room with false wood packed full with clothes and fabrics of all sorts.

“What do you might want?” the Mirialan tailor asks behind his counter, working on a vest.

“I am searching for a tail coat.” Thrawn explains.

“And several civilian outfits.” You add, taking out a waistcoat off a shelf.

They both look at you, Thrawn with questions in his eyes, he only searched for a costume but you feel like this boutique could finally complete his wardrobe.

The old man stands up with his tape measure.

“Let’s see what we are working with.”

While Thrawn gots his measurement taken for the nth time today you rummage through the shelfs, hangers and mannequin.

“You are quite tall and large sir, I see why you had trouble finding a costume to your measure.” The tailor comments, unphased.

“You have something for him?” you ask.

“No.”

“Oh…” You lower your shoulders, disappointed.

“I will need to do some touch up on my costumes. You’re lucky I am quite quick at it.”

“So you can do something for us?” You inquire full of hopes.

“Yes. But searching a costume for the same day is a stupid idea.” He berates.

“We are busy people.” Thrawn explains.

“That’s what they all say, and who do they come crying to after? Me.” The tailor grumbles, “Choose your costumes, I will touch them up.”

You have fun having Thrawn trying on chemises and vests, you try different fabrics, different colors, different shades.

“Is the buttons to your liking?” The tailor asks.

“Yes?” You respond unsure “They’re just buttons…”

“That’s where you’re wrong lil’miss” He chastises you very seriously “Buttons make or break the entire character of a costume, you have to harmonize them with the fabric, the shades, whether or not you wear rings… You don’t happen to wear rings, do you?” He turns to Thrawn.

“No I do not.”

“So those are not the correct ones.”

He opens a very, very large drawer with a complete collection of different types of buttons.

“Oh I like those ones!” you indicate.

“I am gonna make the call if you don’t mind.” He responds, grumpy.

This man doesn't like to be told how to do his job visibly. You go back to Thrawn who’s looking for different pants.

“Find something that tickles your fancy?”

“Perhaps.”

“You are darn lucky I had hems to each of my pieces!” The tailor shouts from the other side of the workshop.

You pout, looking in his direction before showing your finding to Thrawn. You tried to add some pastel colors to his wardrobe but he isn’t as keen as you.

“Try it on again.” The tailor comes back with the black tail-coat.

“Already?” You ask dumbfounded?

“You think I am some kind of newbie?”

Thrawn reappears with the tail coat, suiting him perfectly. For all his bad behaviors this tailors really know his work. It's really impressive.

“Woaw.” You let out.

“Do you like it?” Thrawn asks you, observing himself in the mirrors.

“I mean… You have such a figure in this. Do you like it?”

“It seems proper to me.” He flattens the black vest on his gray waistcoat.

The buttons the tailor choosed are, indeed, better.

“Try those ones.” He gives Thrawn black costume shoes. “You know how to accord those?”

“The belt?” Thrawn answers.

“Indeed, remember: the belt with the shoes, the tie or the scarf with the clutch and never, and I mean NEVER more than 3 colors or tone on tone. If you follow those rules you should be good.”

“They didn’t tell us that at the department store.” You think out loud.

“Of course they didn’t. They burn your eyes with glitters and gold but they don’t even know the first thing about tailoring.” He grumps, tidying the clothes you didn’t choose.

You exchange a glance with Thrawn, this man takes his art very, very seriously.

“I’ll send you your touched up clothes in two weeks.” He informs, folding the tail coat in a small briefcase and putting the waked shoes in a box. He hands you a large bag and pretty much shoos you out of the boutique.

“Well, that was an experience.”

“You think? I think I appreciate this man.” Thrawn responds deadpan. “But he was right, finding a costume for the same day was risky.”

“Well, we got one. And you look absolutely gorgeous in it, so I’m not complaining.” You rise to kiss his cheek.

You feel him shiver at the contact of your lips and a low purr starts.

“I love when you purr. This is soooo… Adorable.” You nuzzle your nose to his cheek.

“Glad you appreciate this quirk of mine.” He takes your hand and guides you back to your ship.

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Thrawn gallantly opens the flying car’s door to you and extends his hand for you to take support, you’re in no heels so you don’t need to but you still take his hand. He escorts you under the shining lights of the Pinnacle, everything is golden and sparkly and you can hear classical music coming from the dining rooms inside. You walk on the marble floor, trying not to slip on your long dress concealing your hideous mechanical legs. All around you the guests are as prestigious as Thrawn, you recognize Governors, Ambassadors, Moffs and you’re almost afraid you’ll cross paths with Tarkin. The footman guides you two to your table and the decadence starts. They brought you different entree and side dishes to start with numerous types of exotic breads.

How are you supposed to eat a full course dinner with so many plates? You’re only at the first entrees and you’re already practically full. You try your best to keep your manners in check to not shock anyone around you while Thrawn is more relaxed, his naturally elegant manners are surely not a problem for him.

“I think I am already full.” You sigh when you see another entree of vegetables is brought to your table.

“I told you not to eat too much at noon.” Thrawn grins slightly, taking a sip of water from his crystal glass.

“I was under the impression that the chic restaurants’ portions were ridiculously small.”

“You have been proven wrong.”

He keeps to plain water while you indulge in pricey champagne and wines, but knowing the place it must be pure source water of some mountain somewhere. You observe the dining room you’re in, it imitates the rococo style of some former human empire you don’t really know much about, Thrawn knows however and you let him narrate every style choices of the architecture and its cultural meaning. Him who’s usually so silent speaks so much when it comes to art and you gladly shut up and listen to his deep melodic voice explaining to you why the crystals of the chandelier are of such color and not another one. You eat all his words up, asking questions to keep him going and he gladly answers, serving you long tirades as you eat your expensive seafood.

The room is circular with a dance floor at the center, circled by the dinner tables. The musicians are on a balcony, presiding over the dining room. The floor is a waxed, shiny wooden floor supporting different white stone columns. The walls are white with golden moldings and decorations of nymphs and fauns.

The food is delicious, rich and creamy, melting on your tongue. You almost moan of pleasure at each bite. This is so good!

“Are you enjoying yourself?” Thrawn asks softly.

“This is a delicious soiree, Thrawn. Thank you so much.” You smile brightly at him.

“My pleasure.”

Finally the main courses are coming, the dinner finally advances.

The waiters brought you your dish under a cloche for the reveal. They come in perfect synchrony and rise up the cloche.

Your smile dies down and your stomach sinks immediately.

Meat…

You feel a cold sweat down your spine and nausea rise.

Not meat.

Everything but that.

Since that revelation…

“I said no meat for us.” Thrawn immediately warns the waiters with an icy cold tone. “Send it back immediately.” The tone calls for no discussion and the waiters turn back with the dishes in their hands, apologizing profusely.

One of the butlers sees you sending back the plates and comes checking in.

“Is everything alright Sir and Ma’am?”

You just take your napkin to your mouth, holding your stomach uncomfortably.

“No.” Thrawn answers darkly, “I specifically asked for no meat dishes for me and my fiance when I reserved and one still managed to find its way to us.”

“I am truly sorry Sir, it is intolerable. I will castigate my teams as they deserve. Maybe another bottle of wine free of charge would appease you?” He commercially proposes.

“I need fresh water…” You weakly inform.

“Of course, Ma’am. Right away.” And like that, he is gone.

Thrawn extends his open hand to you. You weakly meet him with yours, trembling.

“Are you alright, Cha’cah?” He gently asks, with worry in his eyes.

“I… I think it will pass.” You say as the malaise slowly dissipates.

You can’t touch meat since that day… You can’t even smell it without being violently sick.

“I am sorry, do you want some fresh air on the patio?”

“No… No, it’s good.” You deeply breath in and out, searching for another subject to take your mind off of it “Say, what does “cha’cah”means? It isn’t the first time I hear you say it.”

“Well, “ He smiles enigmatically, caressing your finger with his “In cheuhn it means “beloved” or “most dear”.”

You feel your cheeks heating up instantly, you almost want to hide your face behind the menu.

“Oh…”

“Does it displease you?” He tilts his head.

“No! No at all.” You reassure him. “It is… It’s an honor for me to be called such by you.” You say embarrassed and heart puffing up with love.

He leans over to gallantly kiss your hand. You feel your heart on the verge of explosion.

“I am glad.”

“Can I give you a pet name too?”

“Of course, I would be honored.”

“Love?”

“I would be most touched.”

“Darling?”

“It sounds sweet to my ears with your voice.” He caresses your hand fondly.

The butler comes back with a jug full of water and ice and a second one with an expensive red wine bottle.

“Would this appease the worries we caused you?”

Thrawn takes the bottle to check it.

“It is acceptable.” He just responds, keeping them on their toes for what they’ve done to you “Bring me some fruit juice, I am tired of water.”

The butlers bow down and leave you for your dinner.

Red fish is brought to you with a creamy herbal sauce. You eat slower to not upset your sensitive stomach and you still feel yourself trembling a bit. Thrawn serves you another champagne glass when his juice reach your table.

“I would like to raise toast.” He announce to you.

“Oh!” You take your glass in hand, “In what honor?”

“Yours. I did not have the time to congratulate you for your recent promotion.”

That’s right!

Your promotion to Commander.

You were so excited to see Thrawn for a week you completely forgot about that.

“Is that why you asked for juice?” You cheekily ask.

“I was not envisioning myself raising a toast with plain water.” He humbly confesses “I am happy to be able to celebrate it at your side tonight, cha’cah. My congratulations, you deserve it.”

You clink your crystal glasses and take a sip.

“Would you offer me this dance?” He asks standing up.

Your sip almost goes the wrong way.

“I… Right now? Here?”

“Yes.” He looks you in the eyes, resoluted.

“Its just… I only managed to walk with those legs, I’m not sure I can…”

“A good thing is the man who leads, then. Take support on me, Cha’cah, I will hold you firmly.”

You take his hand after hesitation and you walk to the center of the room, where other couples are already dancing. He places his hand firmly on your lower back, pressing you against him and takes your hand gently in his.

“We are not supposed to be this close.” You remind him with a side smile.

“What if I want you that close to me?” He responds without missing a beat and starts waltzing with you in his arms.

You twirl in your deep green dress like wings, a bit unsure of your legs at first but you quickly find your rhythm and dance with all your soul with him.

“Thrawn! You’ve been practicing?” You realize suddenly.

You remember the Academy ball, he managed to save his face for one dance but the way was long and tortuous, but now he seems so much more at ease, sure of his steps and not fighting against you.

“I asked Commodore Faro to help me.” He reveals.

You can’t help but laugh imagining them both trying to dance in Thrawn’s office, Karyn must have had so much difficulty to bring him to such a level.

“Well, she did a really great job. You are a fine dancer now.”

“Thank you.” He slightly bows his head to the compliment, “You still have it yourself.”

You dance, wrapped in the melody, feeling the warmth of his body against yours, eyes fixed on his face.

“Why such a blissful smile?” He asks, maybe a bit embarrassed to be fixed that close?

“You’re just so gorgeous.” You say unembarrassed, “And that tail coat suits you so well. You are such a handsome man I sometimes wonder how you can be real and how I managed to have you.”

He lets out a humble chuckle.

“Thank you for all those compliments. I ask myself the same questions about you.”

You feel your cheeks burning again and you press your cheek against his chest to hide your face from his gaze.

You keep turning, waltzing among the other couples, close to each other. You focus yourself on his beating heart like a soothing melody.

And finally the waltz ends.

“Follow me to the balcony.” He murmurs in your ear.

The night is fresh and the balcony is empty of people but full of flowers and plants. You caress one leaf with the tip of your finger as Thrawn closes the glass door behind you.

“(Y/n)?”

You turn to him with a little smile, awaiting fo him to speak his mind. He comes close to you and kisses your hand delicately again, his other hand comes caressing your cheek, you can’t help but lean into his palm with a contented smile.

“(Y/n)(F/n), I love you.” He says so low you barely hear him.

He presses his forehead to yours, still caressing your cheek.

“Do I have the permission to kiss you?” He asks.

Your heart skip a beat and your stomach ties itself in knots.

Your first kiss, finally.

“Do I?” He repeats at your silence.

“Yes!” You exclaim with joy and and excitation “Yes you have it!”

“Close your eyes, please.”

You close them immediately and lick your lips, ravenous, excited like a child.

“I am going to kiss you now.” He murmurs, holding both of your cheeks.

You feel his breath on your lips then an incredibly tender sensation and warmth as your lips finally meet. The kiss is soft, light, overflowing with love but you feel real fireworks in your stomach. His thumbs gently caress your cheeks and you hear yourself growling for more. You feel his lips stretch in a small smile and a faint purr starts. You circle his shoulders with your arm and hold the back of his head to deepen the kiss. He obliges and the soft kiss becomes something more, something ravenous and full of desires. You feel his hands sneaking their way in your back, pressing you together to his hot body. The purr is now loud and echoes in the night. You hungrily respond to his kiss, parting your lips for him to enter. He gently bites down your lower lips before kissing you again, entering your mouth to meet your tongue, hugging and dancing with it.

He reluctantly parts with you when he feels you panting for air, by reflex you try to follow his lips as he moves away to not end the kiss but he stops you in your track with a peck on the tip of your nose. You pant heavily, eyes darken with lust and desire and the feeling to be deprived of a tasty candy.

“There will be more.” He promises you to calm you down.

You damn well hope there will be more kisses!

But for now he gently holds you close on that fancy balcony, cradled by the sweet music and the laugh of the guests and for the first time in months you finally feel truly at peace.

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The kisses are hungry and heavy, robbing you both of your breath. You don’t know how but he manages to open the door of the apartment without stopping to kiss you. You enter, almost tripping on one another and the door closes back to give you intimacy.

You deeply growl, burying your nails in his vest, almost tearing the expensive fabric apart. You suddenly push him down the sofa and he lends with a “oof.”. you don’t leave him time to ask questions, you straddle his laps and embrace him with your arms.

“Eager, are you not?” He manages to mock between your kisses.

“You have no idea.” You answer darkly, filled with a dark energy.

You dishevel his black blue hair, biting down his lips harshly. By instinct you start humping his thighs and moan against his lips. You feel his burning red gaze on you, embolding you.

“Do you like how I kiss you?” You ask between two kisses.

“Yes. Very much so.” He breathes in response.

He takes a fistful of your hair while grabbing your butt. You moan against his mouth, letting your hands travel south to his belt. You try to unfasten it,clumsy with your haste, shaking with excitement, but his hands come to seize yours, immobilizing them.

You look at him without understanding.

“No, Cha’cah.” He simply says “Not tonight.”

You lower your shoulders, clearly disappointed.

“Oh… Did I do something?” You worry.

“No.” He shakes his head and kisses your cheek. “This is me. I am the only one at fault.”

He keeps peppering your face with peck as you register that he just served you the bullshit “it’s not you it’s me.” excuse.

So you definitely did something.

You must have.

But what?

Away from your inner turmoil, Thrawn captures your lips again for a softer kiss.

“Hold me close, cha’cah.” He murmurs in your ear.

So you hug him tight as he kisses your neck, his hands on your back, cradling you.

But you can’t help thoughts spinning in your head.

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He sighs.

Tonight again he can’t bear to sleep next to you.

He feels his body tensing up and his muscles rolling under his skin. His breath is short and his heart pounds in his chest. He gives a side glance at your asleep self, face relaxed and breath deep as you sleep soundly.

He must get out of this bed, of this bedroom.

The kiss was a bad idea, he regrets it now. He takes a very needed cold shower and heads to the living room and lays down the sofa for another night again.

Away from you.

He sighs again, much more at ease and comfortable and finally drifts off to sleep.

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