#this was a nice reprieve but anyways ;v;
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𐐪Playing it Cool𐑂 -(but failing like hot garbage)-
You know when you try to make yourself look really cool and impress someone but it utterly fails?
Yeah... so do they (´・ω・｀)
Ace:
Will pace a burning circle into the ground he walks until there’s an 8ft deep ring.
Will probably rattle off a bunch of corny pick up lines from the 90’s
Ace: “Hey good lookin’ what’s cookin?”
Y/N: “Um, you, I think. The ground has been completely razed from where you’ve been walking..”
Ace: “Aha, yeah, can I get some fries with that shake?”
Y/N: “Ace, you’re on fire and so is the ship, now!”
what 🤷♀️ if 🧐 we 👫 kissed 💏 on ⬇️ the moby 🐳 dick 🍆 while 💬 the whole island 🏝and ship ⛵burned and pops 🤠 held 🤝 me 💑 hostage 🔐 to prevent 🚫 this ☝🏽 from happening 💫 again ♻ this week 💦💢ahhh
Law:
Can't feel if he’s shooting enough daggers at you, so he ends up scrunching his face up like he’s really holding in the bubble guts
Tries to ignore you completely but ends up roping you into every conversation since you’re already on his mind
Law: “Tch, I bet Y/N doesn’t has the slightest clue when it comes to Krebs Cycle.”
Law: “I dare Y/N to even take a step in this direction – I’ll just move move my head indignantly in *this* direction to look even more aloof.”
Penguin: “Law what the fuck are you going on about?”
He likes to watch you from a distance but does a very poor job at concealing himself within the bushes from across the way since the pair of binoculars he’s using keeps reflecting the lens glare straight into your eyes, revealing his exact location and the dubious Bepo costume he’s been wearing to blend in with the natural fauna of the area
Katakuri:
Even though he’s eyeing you down and looks super intimidating, underneath that scarf he looks like:
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(⁄ ⁄•⁄vWv⁄•⁄ ⁄)
＿ノ ヽ ノ＼＿
/ `/ ⌒Ｙ⌒ Ｙ \
( (三ヽ人 / |
| ﾉ⌒＼ ￣￣ヽ ノ
ヽ＿＿＿＞､＿＿／
｜( 王 ﾉ〈
/ﾐ`ー―彡\
Despite how imposing his figure is, occasionally you'll find his hand beside your face, offering you a donut or cookie
In few words, he’ll inform you what kind it is since it’s never the same flavor
“Dark chocolate raspberry. It’s good.”
“Ice cream batter.”
“Snozzberry. My personal recipe. Try it.” (⁄ ⁄•⁄-⁄•⁄ ⁄)
Kid:
Kid: “Y/N? Never heard of them.”
Kid: “Oi, check this out – no one can do this better than me!”
*scatters trash all over the place*
Kid: “I can totally tell if you have a cow magnet in your stomach right now”
Killer: “Kid, what the fuck?? Don’t?”
Kid: “So you’re saying there’s a cow magnet in there. That’s fine, keep your not-so-secrets, Y/N.”
Rosinante:
Depends on what side of his job you meet him on, but disastrous all the same
If you meet him as Corazon, he’ll try to be mean but in a cool way that he thinks people likes
Will decorate flashcards beautified just for you that will read as:
✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: bitch :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧,
ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚ass goblin˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ,
·̩̩̥͙＊•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙˚beth˚•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙˚＊·̩̩̥͙
You have no idea why he keeps calling you that and he doesn’t understand why you keep punching him for it
As a marine, his generosity is a bit more transparent, along with his romantic gestures and intent
He’ll outright pick you some flowers, which, of course, are poisonous and only then will he discover the creeping rash on his arms as he hands them to you
It would not be the first time he buys you a snack or pay for lunch and the chef wanted to be a lil trifling that day and you find some hair or things-that-should-be-attached-to-your-persons-and-not-found-in-my-food in your food.
Sanji:
Begins to speak fluent French and can only operate in romantic gestures
Will throw down any garment he may be wearing in order for you to walk over a puddle, mud, trash, etc
…sometimes that means Chopper if he’s riding his head or nearby at the time of your passage
Y/N: "Sanji, are you okay? You don’t have to do all that – this toilet paper is just fine, silly."
Sanji: "Es-tu sûr??"
Y/N: "Yes, but thank you. A face towel is a bit much."
Sanji: *sighs in French disappointment as you unknowingly decline to use Zoro’s face towel as toilet paper*
Zoro:
Would be even more of an awkward dork than he already is and would stumble over the limited amount of words he’s capable of speaking
Zoro: “Oi, Y/N. Eyes.”
Y/N: “Eyes? What do you mean?”
Zoro: “Like them. Nice.”
Y/N: “..thanks, Zoro.”
Zoro: “….ass ass ass ass ass ass ass”
#one piece x reader#one piece x y/n#portgas d ace#charlotte katakuri#trafalgar law#eustass kid#roronoa zoro#vinsmoke sanji#one piece#donquixote rosinante#donquixote corazon#pink thread of fate#this was a nice reprieve but anyways ;v;
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Mirror Mirror
Gavin x !FemReader drabble I've sat on for entirely too long.
A/n: Pardon any grammatical errors!
Warnings: Language and implied intimacy.
"You'll catch cold if you keep coming out in the rain like that, Officer." You smiled warily at the man standing across your room. In his hand, a towel moved swiftly to dry his damp, chesnut hair; a direct result of the current downpour battering your patios' surface outside of your apartment.
"Eh, I've been caught in worse. Besides, I wanted to see you. Hope that's okay?" One golden eye peered at you from beneath a corner of the towel. All you could do was smile.
"Of course."
That made him grin, too.
"Your papers there seem to have gotten wet too. Work stuff?" You pointed out.
Gavin nodded and sighed before draping the towel over his shoulders. He too glanced at the pile of damp papers and folders he reluctantly brought with him.
"I didn't want to, but this case is really giving me a hard time. We can't seem to catch a lead, but I know we're close. I just needed a break, but I figured I'd pick them up while I was here at some point..." Gavin trailed off with his brows furrowed, seemingly lost in thought while you watched on from your place at your desk, subconsciously admiring the man clad in a black t-shirt, grey sweats and white socks.
'He works so hard... yet still makes time for me.'
Feeling your cheeks flush, you immediately turned back to face your own mountain of work. Gavin moved to the side of the bed, opening a couple of folders.
"I hate to do this, but since you're busy yourself..." he continued. "...mind if I take a look at these before I pull my hair out?"
The laughter on his voice was evident, but you knew he was determined. That's just how Gavin was. You glanced back at him and shook your head.
"Gavin, fighting!" You gave him a thumbs up, to which he replied with a wink, then flopped on your bed.
Within the hour, silence had engulfed the room aside from the pitter patter of rain, soft grunts and the occasional frustrated groan from the cop who sat completely surrounded by paperwork and folders atop the bed.
You weren't sure when, but all the words on your laptop screen had started to run together the longer you read on. Scripts, proposals, a group chat with Anna, Willow, Kiki and Minor, a handful of emails - including one very condescending email from a certain LFG CEO, which you lacked the energy to deal with right now.
You rolled your eyes, practically begging for mental reprieve when the reflection in your small, desktop mirror caught your attention.
Behind you, Gavin still sat on your bed, only he had reclined back with one arm resting behind his head against your headboard and held a single sheet of paper in his other hand. His one leg lazed off the side of the bed while the other was folded beneath it.
You tilted your head in awe, admiring how statuesque the man looked, especially with his shirt riding up over his lower stomach, giving you a nice view of his abdominal V. You chewed your pen top.
Without him noticing, you continued to observe quietly. Each time he shifted, you swore his sweats slipped lower on his hips.
'Did he take his boxers off when he changed...?'
You swallowed hard at the thought.
From his position on the bed and how he held the paper, Gavin couldn't see the building curiosity in the your eye as you watched on through the mirror - or so you thought anyways.
Paper still in hand, Gavin yawned and stretched, allowing his shirt to ride up higher, practically giving you a half view of the bottom row of his abs. You nearly choked.
'Fuck, what am I doing? Focus, girl!' You cursed to yourself upon averting your eyes, completely missing the smirk that graced Gavin's features. He wasn't usually one to tease, but your reactions were simply too cute to pass up. What else could he do?
Reaching for a new set of papers, simply to look busy, Gavin changed positions. This time, he slouched a little further down on the bed, his folded knee now bent up straight, body now angled a bit toward you while supported on his elbow. He kept his gaze downward at the text in hand while his free hand played with the drawstrings of his sweats just below his navel.
With your efforts proving futile, your gaze had succumbed to the silent call of his reflection in the mirror where you resumed watching the show.
Feeling your eyes on him once again, Gavin's slim fingers had "absentmindedly" began to toy with the hem of his shirt where before long it was lifted slightly to reveal another row of perfectly sculpted abs; his fingers grazing over them slowly.
You dropped your pen and shifted awkwardly in your seat, causing the chair to creak loudly. This time, Gavin looked up, nearly catching you in the act.
"You good over there...?" Mild concern and amusement graced his features, but he hid it well while awaiting your answer.
"...ahem, fine fine....just fine. Work just being a pain is all. Nothing new..." You did your best to keep your voice steady and spoke with your back turned.
'Breathe, breaaaathee'
"Ah...take a break if it gets to be too much." He chided as a matter of factly
"Hmm, you too..."
You quickly composed yourself to the best of your ability, refusing to succumb again. However, the subject in the mirror had other plans.
The reflection stretched again, only this time he stretched in such a way that allowed for the perfect outline of something...interesting...to show at the front of his sweats.
'Oh...my...fuck'
You shifted again in your chair, unsure if somehow the rain from outside had managed to soak your panties.
Your sudden, odd movements allowed him to catch the exact moment your gaze switched back to the mirror where he greeted you with a silent, mischievous smile.
"Crap..."
Too embarrassed to look away, you apologized with your eyes. Gavin accepted that apology by biting his lip and chuckling softly when you finally hid your beat red face.
"Uh huh, that's what you get for spying on people. If you wanted to look, y/n -hey...look at me for real now..."
When you turned, his hand slipped down from his abdomen to the half growing bulge beneath his sweats and squeezed.
"-all you had to do was ask."
"Gav-"
"Come over here," he beckoned with a now outreached hand. "-take a break. You look like you could use one. I sure as hell could."
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WIP Wednesday - What Waits 'Round the Corner
Fandom: The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim
Main character: Lucien Flavius
Rating: T for violence
Genres: Angst, Hurt/Comfort
Summary: There's a reason Lucien only made it to Falkreath before deciding he really needed some hired muscle. Lucien Flavius is from the eponymous mod by Joseph Russell.
26 Sun's Height, 4E 201. Helgen, Falkreath Hold, Province of Skyrim, the Cyrodiilic Empire.
Dear Mother,
I have made it to Skyrim! You were right, the quality of the roads took a dramatic turn for the worse as soon as we were through the Pale Pass. I got out of the cart and walked a bit just to get a reprieve from the jolting. I am resting in a small town called Helgen, just on the other side of the Pale Pass. The town has rough fieldstone walls - not a right-angle to be found - and sits on a crossroads: one road goes East over another mountain pass, and the North and Western roads go down the shoulders of the mountain to a village called Riverwood and the hold capital of Falkreath, respectively.
The mountain is something to behold! I’ve included a sketch in this letter. I can see why it is called “The Throat of the World!” We climbed and climbed coming out of Bruma up to the pass, but I don’t think the mountain top ever became appreciably closer. There seems to be a blizzard up at the peak at the moment, so I guess I would not know. If the rest of the landscape in Skyrim is this dramatic, I think I’m going to be using up all my parchment on sketches!
The letter you wrote certainly helped in this leg of the journey. I was able to convince a Legion quartermaster on her way to Skyrim with supplies to let me ride with her, and the chap in charge of the gate said that his father served under you as a Cornicen in the Great War. Maybe you remember him, Atticus Quinilum. Anyways, the quartermaster’s name is Ranne Straight-furrow. I met some Nords in Bruma but my goodness do they grow them tall up here in Skyrim! She’s got to be a head taller than any of the Colovian-born soldiers.
I’m staying at the inn here, (and really it is just the largest house in town with a handful of extra beds in the loft), run by a nice Nord named Vilod. I won’t be staying long - Helgen is really too small and remote to use as a base of operations, and the Legion makes it more of a target for the insurgents.
I am planning on setting out for Falkreath in the morning; it will be a push to make it down the mountain in one day’s travel, but the road appears well-maintained. I will purchase supplies and send for my surveying equipment. It looks like a good place to set up a base of operations, as it has an inn, and the guards here tell me there is a plethora of Dwemer and Nordic ruins in the mountains. By the time you receive this I should be in Falkreath, so please send any letters there. Even if I move on, Skyrim’s towns are connected enough that I should be able to receive them. Give my love to Father.
Your loving son,
Lucien
“Here lad, I grabbed you some supper. Courtesy of the Legion.”
Lucien looked up from his letter. Ranne towered above him, setting a trencher of bread on the table before taking her own seat. Lucien moved his parchment out of the way of any crumbs and examined the meal. It was simple but hearty fare: some sort of salted fish on coarse brown bread, and a good portion of vegetable pottage to go with it. It was a far cry from the fine foods Lucien had been brought up with in the Imperial City, but after a day of trudging through a snowy mountain pass, his mouth watered just looking at the meal.
“Thank you very much, Ranne.”
Ranne was already tucking into her supper, dipping the trencher bread into the pottage and taking large bites. She grunted in acknowledgement and made a gesture with her mead tankard that Lucien decided to interpret as ‘You’re welcome.’
The experience of eating quickly with no utensils was new to Lucien, and he was nowhere near as efficient as Ranne. She was mopping up the last of the meat juices and pottage with the crust of her bread while Lucien was still working on his first bit of fish.
“Where are you planning to go next, Lucien?” she asked, taking a swig of mead.
“I’m going to Falkreath,” Lucien replied, trying and failing to keep an errant chunk of fish on his trencher. “That seems a decently large enough…settlement… to base my initial expedition out of, without being too expensive or far away from the border.”
Ranne nodded. “There’s a scheduled patrol that will go through Falkreath in two days’ time. I’m sure Captain Hadria will let you follow along so they can escort you down the mountain.”
“Oh, I will be leaving in the morning,” said Lucien. “I have too much to do and to set up, and I want to be able to establish myself and send for the rest of my supplies before the pass closes for winter.”
Ranne stared at him for a long moment before speaking. “I think you should wait. The roads aren’t safe for a lone traveler.”
Lucien looked up from chasing a legume of indeterminate cultivar with a bit of bread-crust. “Oh, nonsense. It can’t be more than four leagues away, all downhill. I should be able to deal with a mudcrab or two! I’ve got a dagger.”
“It’s the two-legged animals you have to worry about here in Falkreath. We don’t have any large wolf packs, but they’re not the only ones waiting for a good kill.” She stood. “I can’t make you wait, though, if you’re determined.”
“Oh, I’m sure I’ll be fine. After all, it’s an Imperial road and those are safe for travelers.”
“That is certainly the Legion’s opinion,” Ranne sighed. “Be careful Lucien. Keep your eyes open. And… maybe write home before you set off.”
“Actually, I just finished a letter to my mother,” Lucien said. “Would you be willing to take it back to the Jerall View Inn? The innkeeper said he had a courier who makes regular trips to the Imperial City.”
“I’d be happy to, lad.” Ranne downed the last of her mead in one swig before gathering her tankard and now-empty bowl. “I’ve got a knapsack for correspondence on the wagon, just put anything you want sent in there before you leave. I’m heading for the barracks.”
“Good night, Ranne. And thank you again for the lift over the pass.”
Ranne waved off his thanks with another grunt and left the mess hall. Lucien turned his attention back to finishing his meal. After returning his bowl to Vilod, he threw his map case over his shoulder and climbed the sturdy but steep ladder to the loft.
There were several beds separated by hung hides and a few cots and bedrolls in a corner for more thrifty travelers. By the dim light of a few scattered candles, Lucien could see that several men were dealing out hands of cards and two of the beds were already occupied. The men looked up when he entered but turned back to their game immediately. The air hung heavy with the smell of soot from the hearth below and hay from the thatch above, along with the sour-sweet smell of yeast from the brewing vats.
Picking his way carefully through the beds, Lucien made his way to the alcove he had been given upon his arrival. His carry-pole was where he left it, along with the old Legion-issue loculus his mother had given him to use on the expedition. Lucien shed his doublet and opened the worn flap of the leather satchel. Briefly, he caught the strong scent of old leather and the hyssop balm his mother favored to soothe the aches and pains she had collected from her military career. An intense wave of homesickness washed over Lucien, his breath catching in his chest. Lucien was glad his back was to the rest of the room as he struggled to compose himself – he was being ridiculous; his adventure had only just started and here he was missing his mother like a child!
The tightness in his chest eased as the smell of home and family faded. While the furca was new and custom-fit to his proportions, the satchel was the same one his mother had carried during her service to the Emperor, and it was comforting to know that he was carrying a memory of her, and of home. After slipping off his boots, Lucien carefully packed his doublet, breeches, and cloak away in the manner she had taught him, and then placed the entire kit under the bed. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he settled into the rough homespun and furs, hearing her voice echo in his head: Always keep everything you possibly can in your pack, Lucien. You never know when you’re going to have to make a hasty exit. He rolled over, turning away from the candlelight from the other side of the loft. The furs were rough, and the worn tick mattress allowed musty hay to poke through the fabric, scratching any exposed skin. Lucien wondered whether he would ever get comfortable moments before the long climb and warm meal took their toll and he drifted into a dreamless sleep.
#skyrim fanfiction#fanfiction#skyrim#tesblr#lucien flavius#wip-wednesday#the elder scrolls#custom follower#kb writes#fic: what waits round the corner
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Love Thy Brother
Pairing: Dabi x Fem!Reader
Content: 18+ dubcon/noncon, dabi’s canononical dick piercings manhandling, rough sex, corruption, degradation, humiliation, manipulation, blackmail, spit, stepcest, loss of virginity, dacryphilia, mentioned breeding, blasphemy and sacrilege : 3
Word count: 4.1k
Notes: secured my spot in hell with this one for sure anyways touya-nii go brrrrr
part 2 here!
But he that hates his brother is in darkness, and walks in darkness, and knows not whither he goes, because that darkness hath blinded his eyes. – 1 John 2:11
Gaining 4 new siblings as a young adult is not something anyone expects, you think, but you’re grateful to have been accepted into Enji Todoroki’s family nonetheless.
Fuyumi was the big sister you always wanted, kind and nurturing, always happy to let you borrow her clothes and give you advice. You and Natsuo the closest in age. He was warm and friendly and while he teased you a lot it was never mean spirited, just the kind that was typical between siblings. Shoto was quiet in nature and though it took him more time than the rest to warm up to you, eventually you two became friends as well.
And there was Touya…..
Well, Dabi as he prefers to be called.
When you first met him, you were terrified, the shock of seeing him made you hide behind your mother instinctively. The Todoroki clan looked every bit the perfect suburban family except for Dabi. He had his hair dyed jet black, with seemingly more tattoos than clean skin. He had several cartilage piercings in his ears as well as three small studs in his nostril and a barbell through his eyebrow. He scoffed at your scared reaction, sticking out his tongue to show you the silver ball on its surface and sending a wink your way.
Admittedly, felt guilty for judging Dabi based on his appearance, but you would soon come to find that sometimes it’s better to trust your judgement.
At first, Dabi ignored you, acted as if you didn’t exist. And the times when he was forced to acknowledge your presence in his family he acted as though you were nothing more than a nuisance. You thought that you might have offended him somehow but Fuyumi assured you that Dabi was just like that and that you shouldn’t take it personally. “He just needs to get to know you.” She said.
She was wrong though. Dabi couldn’t stand you.
Everything about you infuriates him. Prancing around in those frumpy sweaters and modest skirts like anyone would bother to lewd you anyways. Lest they attempt, you wear that gold cross necklace everywhere you like a big old “PROPERTY OF JESUS” tag. Your insistence to say a prayer every time the family dog so much as farts. The way his entire family seems to be enamored by your church girl act. Perhaps what he hates most is the way you look at him, poor delinquent Dabi, like you’re so much better than him. Sanctimonious bitch.
Then he noticed how you were with Natsuo. How you would pout and whine when he teased you and sometimes, to everyone’s shock and amusement, banter back and forth with him. Let’s be clear here, he didn’t care about you. He cared about attention. You were giving too much of your attention to his younger brother and that just wouldn’t do.
Pretty soon, Touya was in on the teasing. He started out by making fun of you for being so conservative. Low-hanging fruit. You’ve heard it all before so it didn’t wrench much of a reaction for you but that just made him more determined. Sometimes it got downright mean, earning him a scolding from Fuyumi. Not that he would listen anyways
Then it got physical. It started innocently enough, Dabi would tug on your hair, snatch food out of your hands, kick you underneath the dinner table. Albeit childish, it was incredibly annoying. You would shriek and yell for him to cut it out and after finally getting the desired reaction from you, he became hungry for more.
So he started taking more risks. When you were in the kitchen alone Dabi would brush his hand under your skirt making you squeal. That progressed to him flicking up your skirt to catch a glimpse of your panties which progressed to him spanking you so hard, you’d think of him every time you sat down for the rest of the day.
On the days when he was in a good mood (read: stoned out of his mind), he would pull you into his lap and hold you there, blowing smoke in your face that made you cough so that he could laugh. Sometimes he would let his hands wander, over your chest and between your thighs while you squirm in his hold. He’d say “Anyone ever touch you like this? I hope not, I’m sure it would piss off Jesus”
As if the touching wasn’t invasive enough, Dabi felt he was entitled to your room and personal artifacts. Often you’d come back from campus or church to find the contents of your underwear drawer spilled on the floor. You would notice a pair or two missing when you packed them back.
One time he vandalised your bible with drawings of penises on every single page.
“D’ya like my artwork princess?” he said when you confronted him. In a fit of rage, threw the book at his head. You missed (unfortunately) making him like laugh. “Surely there’s something condemning violence in that book of yours.”
You tried locking him out of your room but all that did was make him angrier. He threated to break your door clean off its hinges if you did it again.
Which brings you to your current predicament.
It had been a long day. You woke up late landing you in trouble with your manager. Your coworker fell ill and you had to cover a double shift, with no shortage of asshole customers on this particular day it seems. On top of all that, you just got stood up for date. You come home to a quiet house and you’re so grateful for this small blessing on a day like this. After a long, scalding hot shower, you lie on your bed wrapped in a fluffy, white towel, contemplating your next move.
You were home alone and with a family this big that hardly ever happens. You do what any person would do after having the day you had.
You smile to yourself, undoing the knot on your towel and falling back onto your pillows, hands already caressing your breasts.
You’re a Christian not a robot. Of course you masturbate. Sure you feel ashamed. You can hear your mother’s voice chide about how sinful it is but that all melts away when your little fingers slide between your wet folds. Shame can wait.
Being the menace in your life that he is, the eldest Todoroki chose that exact moment to barge into your room unannounced.
You scramble for your covers trying your best to preserve some modesty but it’s too late, you’ve been caught. You shriek in terror.
“Oh my god!” Dabi practically cackles.
“Dabi! It’s not what it looks like I swear.”
“Oh really?” He stalks over to your bed with the predatory grin on his face. “Because to me it looks like my innocent, holier than though baby sister is a nasty, little, closet pervert.” He’s now straddling you over your covers, you want to fight him off but that would mean letting go over your duvet and you know once you do that, it’s over. Dabi has the upper hand though. Soon he’s got both of your wrists in one of his hands, pinned above your head. His other hand, almost immediately, is pulling the down the covers, revealing your naked torso to him. “Huh.’ He muses as he palms one of your breasts. “Seems like it’s exactly what it looks like.”
“Dabi! Get off me!” You squirm under him but he’s too heavy so it’s no use.
“Nice tits Sis.” Dabi ignores your protests. “I don’t get why you keep them hidden.”
“I’m not your sister you creep!” you say with as much venom as you can muster.
“Aw princess,” he pouts and moves his hand up to cup your jaw, squeezing your cheeks harshly “it hurts your Nii-san’s feelings when you talk to him like that. I wonder what our parents would think. Should I tell them how filthy their sweet, little daughter really is?”
He revels in the fear in your eyes. You shake your head frantically. “No Dabi please! Please don’t tell them.” You whimper, words garbled.
“Don’t tell them what little sister? What were you doing?” He smirks. His hand goes back to your breast, this time to tweak your nipple.
The sadistic freak. Was he really going to make you say it? He answers your silent question with a sharp smack to your breast.
“I-I was masturbating.” You mumble, squeezing your eyes shut, cheeks burning from embarrassment.
“No, you weren’t” he says as a matter of fact before pinching your already stiff nipple making your eyes shoot open and you yelp in pain. “You were playing with your little virgin cunt. Now say it.”
There is no way you could say those words. Has he not humiliated you enough? You try once again to break free but he’s got an iron grip on your wrists and he’s sitting on top of your thighs. There’s no way you’re getting out of this.
He pinches you again but harder this time, twisting your nipple and keeping it there.
“I was ah I was playing with my v-v-irgin c- Dabi! Cunt! There I said it! Let go!”
He snickers at your pain but let’s go of you entirely, shifting his weight off of you. You’re grateful for the reprieve, immediately pulling up the covers to cover up your body again. You will yourself not to cry until Dabi has left the room or else you’ll never hear the end of it. But he’s not finished with you yet.
“Show me.” He sits down on your desk chair facing you, his legs spread wide.
“What?” Surely you misheard him.
“Show your Nii-san how you play with that ‘little virgin cunt’” He smiles using air quotations.
“Dabi, this is wrong-“ you whimper
“Touya-nii.” You furrow your brows in confusion and he says again. “Call me Touya-nii. I’m not leaving this room until I see what I want.”
Say what you want about Dabi but he’s a man of his word. You know he means what he says. The last thing you want is for anyone in your family to come home and find you naked in your room with your step-brother. It’s just better to do what he asks demands.
You slowly peel the covers off you, exposing your naked body to your step brother. He’s eyeing you intently, palming the growing bulge under his jeans. His sister was hiding such a hot little body, right under his roof and he had no idea. You can’t bear to look at him. You clamp your thighs shut to hide your pussy from him, a weak attempt to save what’s left of your dignity. You wriggle your hand in between your legs and you try to move it as best you can without showing him more of you.
Wait.
You’re wet?
You’re wet.
Well screw dignity I guess.
“Oh none of that.” Touya scoffs. “Spread your legs.”
You obey him and he rewards you with a low whistle. “What a cute little pussy.” He murmurs so low you’re not even sure he’s talking to you. You flinch, wanting to close your legs on instinct but a firm “Don’t” from Dabi stops you in your tracks. “Show me how my little sister likes to play.”
His words make your pussy throb but you’re still reeling, both physically and mentally at, the shock from your current position so when your fingers try to rub circles on your clit, they’re shaky and sloppy.
“That’s pathetic. Is this how you do it? No wonder you’re so uptight, you probably never cum huh? Put your fingers inside, I wanna see you stretch your little hole.”
“Dabi I-“
“I won’t ask you to address me properly again. Next time, you’re getting your ass beat.”
“T-Touya-nii. I’ve never… put them inside.” You mumble.
“Never?” He can’t hide the amusement in his voice.
You simply shake your head, unable to meet his gaze.
Fucking jackpot. He thinks. This is why he loves virgins.
“Oh no. Does the poor baby want her Nii-san to show her how it’s done?” voice dripping with condescension.
You’re horribly ashamed. Disgusted by the whole situation. And yet you find yourself nodding.
Dabi crawls on to your bed, discarding his shirt in the process. Next thing he has you flipped over, ass in the air, lying across his lap.
He spanks you, hard. Like he always does, loud smack echoing through the room. You cry out like you always do but it’s different this time. It’s different because this time you’re naked, on top of him. It’s different because you can feel his hard-on poking into your stomach. It’s different because everything about the situation is making you clench.
He grips the sore, reddened flesh and pulls apart your cheeks to look right at your fluttering hole. His thumb finds your clit and he starts to rub slow circles into it. “I meant what said you know. This is the prettiest fucking cunt I’ve ever seen.” You let out a whine as you feel his warm, wet spit land right on your opening, before Touya slides a long, slender middle finger into your tight pussy. He uses his other hand to hit you again. “You’re a good girl right? What do good girl’s say when they get compliments?”
Your head is spinning from his ministrations, so much so that a verbal response escapes you. You’re too busy bucking your hips against his hand. Dabi snaps you out of your trance with another spank, even harder, so your feel the sting spread across your glute. “Hnnghh… thank you Touya-nii.” He rewards you with his ring finger finding its way inside you as well. “Shit.” You say through gritted teeth. You clench around him trying to adjust to the foreign sensation.
Whack. This time on the other cheek, both burning red by now, you’re sure. “Where’d you learn to talk like that, naughty girl?” The way he’s moving his fingers inside you feels like he’s looking for something, you have no idea what. It’s not unpleasant but uncomfortable. You turn your head back to look at his face. It’s the same face he makes when he’s rolling a joint or playing video games with his friends. He’s concentrating. “Fuck, relax for me princess.” You’re trying. You’re really trying. You take a deep breath, trying to think about anything other than the way you’re being stretched.
Then it hits you. An overwhelming ecstasy, spreading from your groin, all the way down to your toes. You figure out that’s what he’s been looking for.
You find yourself grinding down onto his bulge in an attempt to escape the onslaught of his fingers, but it’s no use, not with the way his thumb is circling your throbbing clit.
“Can’t even take two fingers in this tiny pussy huh? How are you gonna take my cock?” Dabi gives you a third finger and the stretch is officially unbearable.
You can’t do anything but pant in his lap while he holds you down, making sure that you keep still. Suddenly, you realise the gravity of the circumstances you find yourself in. Your step brother is going to fuck you and there’s nothing you can do about it.
“God, please slow down!” You cry out. He keeps hitting that spot over and over. It’s too much. You look back at him with tears in your eyes, pleading for reprieve. The satisfied smile on his face lets you know that he couldn’t care less. You feel an orgasm building, stronger than any that you’ve given yourself.
“No God here, doll. Just the Almighty Dabi. And guess what? He wants you to come for him.”
Even before he finishes his sentence, you’re already convulsing on top of him. For a moment you forget how debauched the situation is. Being debased by a man who you not only despise but are related to. All feelings of shame are replaced by pure, hot bliss that sets your nerves on fire. Dabi does not relent. Not until the please you feel is eclipsed by the pain of oversensitivity and you’re writhing in futile attempt to escape.
Dabi pulls his fingers out of you and wraps his other hand around your neck, dragging you up to face him. He holds his fingers, covered in your cream, right in front of your face. “Messy slut. Clean them.”
Before you can respond the fingers press against your lips. You have no choice but to take them inside your mouth. He grips the back of your head while you lave your tongue over his fingers, sucking off your release. He’s keeps a tension on your strands that makes your scalp sting. It’s a silent warning to keep your eyes on him. You’ve caught on by now that he wants this to be as humiliating as possible for you. As if coming on your step-brother’s fingers weren’t humiliating enough. He shoves his fingers deeper, making you gag around them drool seeping from the corner of your mouth.
“Good girl.” He growls as he wipes his saliva covered fingers dry on your face. Again, you fight back the tears of embarrassment. You won’t give him the satisfaction.
Dabi prompts you with cruel tug on your hair. “Gah! Th-thank you Touya-nii.” You whimper.
“Hmm.” His hands move to your hips and he rolls his hips to grind his hard cock into your core. “You want Nii-san to fuck you now?”
Your bottom lip quivers. Is he giving you an out? You pray to God that Dabi is giving you a way out of this. You doubt God cares about what you want right now but still, you hope he can grant you this one mercy, you’ll make it up to him somehow. You shake your head no. You probably look so pitiful right now, naked on top of Touya while he bucks up against you, your own spit streaked across your face, barely stopping the tears in your eyes from spilling.
“Liar.” He sneers. “You want your big brother to split that virgin hole right open.”
You’re stupid for thinking he would give you a way out. You realise that now. No point in trying not to cry. Nothing is gonna stop him from getting what he wants anyway. You can’t hold back the choked sobs anymore
“Such pretty tears, baby.” Dabi coos at you. “Don’t worry. Nii-san is gonna give you exactly what you want.”
He picks you up off of him and positions you exactly how he wants, on all fours, swollen cunt exposed for him. He kneels behind you and you hear the sounds of him undoing his jeans. You turn your head back, curiosity getting the better of you. Your eyes find Dabi just in time to see him free himself from his boxers, which join his jeans bunched at is knees. The sight makes your eyes go wide. It’s your first time seeing one in real life. Were they supposed to be that big? And… pierced?
He quirks a brow at you, smug look plastered on his face. He strokes himself in front of you, spreading his pre-cum along his shaft. He’s tilts it upwards to make sure you get a good look at the vertical barbell that goes through his tip and three horizontal, parallel bars along the underside. “You look scared. Don’t worry princess, Big brother Dabi’s gonna make it fit.” You feel his tip press against your opening and brace yourself.
You’ve heard stories from your friends. You know the first time hurts but God nothing could have prepared you for this .Touya makes good on his word, sliding his entirely until your pressed right against his pelvis. The scream you let out is ear shattering but you can’t help it, the stretch is excruciating. The way his piercings catch on your walls only, intensifies the burn. You crawl toward your headboard instinctively, it’s too much. Way too much.
He’s not having any of it. Dabi pulls you up to him with a hand wrapped around your throat until your back meets his front. “Shh shh shh. Don’t run baby. You’re gonna take all of it.” He groans right against your ear. Without giving you time to adjust, he begins to thrust into you at a relentless pace. You have no choice but to let him use you.
“Who’s fucking you huh? Who’s making you feel good?”
“My nii-san. Touya-nii is fucking me so good.”
“Yeah fuck. Love this holy pussy” He delivers a harsh smack directly on to your clit, making you quiver in his hold. He laughs at your reaction. “Gonna say a prayer for me babe? I wanna hear it.”
“Huh?” You’re barely lucid, there’s no way you heard him correctly.
“Well you’re a little sinner slut now. You should probably ask for forgiveness. Pray.”
You’re sure you’re beyond salvation now but you submit nonetheless. “Have mercy on me, O God, according to Your unfailing love; according to Your great compassion.” You gasp as he tightens his hand around your throat. “Against You, have I sinned and done what is evil in Your sight. Oh fuck Touya-nii!”
“Bad girl.” Dabi gives you another strike right on your aching clit. “Don’t think God is gonna be very happy with you.” Dabi is though. Dabi’s very happy with you. Your tight, gummy pussy sucks him back in every time he pulls back. It just makes him fuck you harder, he wants to make you scream louder for him.
“Create in me a pure heart, O God, and renew a steadfast spirit within me. Ngggghh Shit. Do not cast me from Your presence or take Your Holy Spirit from me.” You’re sobbing outright, gasping to get air into your constricted throat.
“You gonna cum? My bad girl gonna come for her big brother?” Dabi grunts into your ear.
“Yeah close Touya-nii.”
“Hmm me too.”
“NOT INSIDE TOUYA-NII” You begin to thrash in his arms.
“S’matter princess? Don’t wanna have your big brother’s babies? That’s hurtful.” He snickers. He releases your throat in favour of pressing you into the mattress, large hand resting between your shoulder blades. “Better cum before I do then.”
The ridges of his piercings rub up against that same sweet spot, over and over again. You’re dizzy from the lack of air and absolutely drunk with pleasure on his cock. Pretty much the only thing tethering you to this existence is the unforgiving grip he has on your ass, digging his nails into your flesh. He reaches his hand around to rub your sore, puffy clit. It pushes you over the edge a second time. You feel every muscle contract and relax as the waves of your orgasm wash over you, making you cry out in bliss.
As soon as you come down from your high, Dabi has you flipped on to your back and is straddling your torso. “Keep praying.” He mutters. He furrows his brows, huffing as he jerks off on top of you, eyes focused intently on your gold necklace.
“Restore to me the joy of Your salvation and grant me a willing spirit to sustain me. Then will I teach transgressors Your ways, and sinners will turn back to You. Amen”
“Yeah, fuck that’s it take it baby.” Dabi sprays his come over your chest, aiming his load right on your cross, a symbol of your devotion to Christ, defiled. He looks absolutely euphoric watching the ropes of his hot cum slowly run down onto your nipples and down the valley of your breasts
“Don’t you fucking move.” He pants, catching his breath. He picks up his phone and you hear his camera click. He looks at the picture and smiles. You look absolutely fucked out. Hair disheveled, face red and bloated from crying and completely covered in his load. Yeah a real good, Christian girl. He thinks.
“Dabi! No!” You lunge forward, trying to grab his phone from his hand. Almost effortlessly, Touya shoves you back onto the bed.
“Relax. No one’s gonna see it. Not unless you snitch to mommy and daddy.”
“You promise?” You grab the tissues from your nightstand and wipe yourself clean. The smell lingers though, along with the grimy feeling, seemingly embedded in your skin. You look up at him, sniffling, tears still rolling down your cheeks. If he were better person, he’d take pity on you for being so fucking stupid.
“Promise, little sis.” He shoots you a wink as he tucks himself back into his jeans.
Before he’s left your room he’s already sent the picture to his friend, Shigaraki.
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Anything faust!valter
I usually don't enjoy vague requests like this, but I was writing a Faust!V piece anyway. So, I'll just put this here.
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Warning: 18+ smut, mature language, anti-religious themes. **In this part: consensual sleep sex, family conflict, angst.**
Summary: Faust and Faith get caught in the act, propelling Faith to do the one thing she never thought herself capable: defy her father.
- Not based on Lords of Chaos. I use Faust!Valter’s likeness only as inspiration.
Read more Faust x Faith here [x]
A warm prodding awakened Faith in the early hours. Faust was pressed against her naked back, chest and stomach soft and contoured to her spine. Lower down, he nudged her with a growing erection. It twitched across her tailbone once, twice, and so on, in reflection with the man's heartbeat. He felt enormous behind her. Drawing his knees up, his thighs balled her and squeezed.
His breath spread over the back of her neck, followed by a crawling moan. Faust curled his hips under hers, seeking out the sleek warmth between her legs. They had fallen asleep with the TV on, and the same non-stop pornographic advertisements played with the volume low. The ruddy morning glow swirled up the moans, tenderizing the bedded bodies in low heat.
Faust whispered through strands of hair, "can I be inside of you?"
Faith raised her right leg, providing him access which he took with a slow but forceful stab. He trusted her whimpers and went along with each one, finding a steady rhythm guided by her noises. Sleep still licked at his eyelids, teaming with comfort to lead Faust back into a restful embrace. Even her enclosing wetness wasn't enough to keep his eyes open.
This process repeated. Faust fought lazily to stay awake, to stay hard inside of her. Faith didn't seem to mind the five-minute doses of lovemaking with a reprieve to doze. Car alarms, porn trailers and a gentle buzzing went off, ignored by the sleepy couple.
Faust picked up the pace eventually and lifted Faith's leg for less resistance. He slammed into her, wrapping one long arm around her midriff to keep her from bouncing across the bed. Anchored, Faith let the stretch soothe her to the core. Having him inside, muted and reserved to the pleasure and not the filth, was a rarity she longed to savour. Too often, Faust spent their time together teasing, making her feel like the hungry one, the desperate one. Now, he was the one who couldn't hold back.
"Faith... I'm gonna come soon."
Before she replied, he angled her face to smother her mouth with a kiss. His lips devoured her moans, tongue licking hers. He sent his hand down to her groin and pressed his index and middle finger together to create the perfect cushion for her clit.
"Does that feel good?" He asked.
"Yes," she smiled. "Yes, that's amazing."
"Mm, good. I need you to come at the same time as me."
The request struck Faith softer than his usual demands. Faust always told her exactly what to do, at the precise time, through clenched teeth, and if she failed to meet his expectations, he hissed and scolded her. Not this time. Faust paused his movements to get her up to speed.
"Mm, more, please," Faith said.
He fed her half his length. Anything more, and she would clench and mewl. Faust didn't want that kind of thing today. Working her clit with his fingers and pumping himself into her with care, Faust forgot everything.
Faith's cell phone continued to rumble. The first few rounds of vibrations had gone unnoticed, but now Faith was starting to worry. It broke her concentration, robbed Faust's caresses of poignancy. It was Sunday morning, and she hadn't checked in with her parents in a few days. By the shade of light filtering through the rust-coloured drapes, she deduced it couldn't be later than noon.
"Faust...I should answer my phone."
"No, baby. Just stay here. Get close with me."
"I can't," she said. "What if it's..."
"Don't answer. What's more important? Me, or him? You're a big girl. Make your own decisions."
Faith closed her eyes and waited for the vibrations to cease. Faust had not stopped slowly easing his cock inside of her, then out and back in. He delivered one stroke that was harder than the others and hooked her attention back to him.
"Come on, beautiful. Help me come."
It was another hour before Faust came to his shuddering end and spilled a shocking amount of cum both inside Faith and between her thighs. It dripped onto the bed, soaked the sheets and continued dribbling from her cunt even as he climbed down the bed to position his face there. He licked her from hole to clit, over and over until she moaned animatedly.
"Oh my god, Faust."
"You like that, baby? Let me lick that cum-soaked pussy for you."
Faust pinched the sensitive crest, revealing her clit and applying pressure. He used the months he'd spent eating her out to pull out all the tricks. He teased her opening with his middle finger, flicking her clit periodically to make her nerves jump.
"So much fucking cum in there. Oh, it's so nice watching it all dripping out of that perfect hole."
Again, the commotions of the outside world faded into obscurity while they played in their private bubble. Not even the indecency on the TV screen compared to Faust's green eyes watching her reactions while a perfect pair of lips toyed with every inch of her womanhood. She stroked his long hair back, but the black tresses fell over his face until he shouldered them out of the way.
"Are you ready to come for me, Faith?"
"Mm, yes. I'm ready."
"Yeah? What do you want? My fingers a bit harder? Suck your clit?"
"Both," she gasped.
Faust served two equally measured stimulations, enhanced by the slippery sound of his tongue. The peak fell into line, nudged forward by the mix of incentives working together to tickle her beyond pleasure. The noise delighted Faith, filled her with arousal, and she twisted and writhed as her climax approached. Matched with Faust's deep moans, the television and cars passing by on the street faded into obscurity. All thoughts of her neglected cell phone disappeared.
All of this smashed against an invisible wall and shattered before realization. There was a temperamental rapping at the door, followed by the boom of Faith's name from the other side. Faith shot up and away from Faust, clutching for a pillow to block her nudity.
"Faith! You better get out here, girl!"
"Daddy?"
"Oh, shit," said Faust. "Go to the bathroom. Now. Go on!"
Faith scrambled off the bed and grabbed her shredded panties from where Faust threw them the night before. In her haste, she missed her top and only brought her skirt into the washroom for coverage.
Faust wiped his glistening mouth, let the pounding at the door go unanswered until he caught his breath and climbed into his boxers. Prepared to face Stan, he wrenched open the door and found the man fuming, ready to throw his fists.
"Where is she?" Stan asked, bowling through the door and into the motel room where pornography still flashed on the TV.
"What the fuck are you doing here?"
"Faith! Get out here now."
"You need to get the fuck out, right now. Faith's not here."
"Bullshit! Her phone's right there on the table."
Stan went to the bathroom door and banged hard enough the wood jumped from its frame. Faust hauled the man away from the door and met swift resistance.
"You can't be in here!"
"Don't tell me what I can't do. You have my daughter!"
"Daddy, please stop!" Faith cried from the other side of the bathroom door.
Stan glared at Faust with heat snapping behind his eyes. Not one to succumb to intimidation, Faust planted his feet and motioned for the man to leave.
"Don't make this violent, Stan. Faith's with me. She's a fucking adult."
The father noticed the television and spat on the carpet.
"She will never see you again if I have anything to do with it."
"That's just it... There's nothing you can do. So, I suggest you get the fuck out of here before something bad happens."
Stan ignored Faust and knocked on the door again.
"Faith, get dressed. You're coming with me."
"Daddy, you have to leave. I don't have any clothes."
"You son of a bitch," Stan hissed. "What the fuck have you done to my daughter? First, you don't answer calls, then I find you in here fornicating with this scumbag? What the hell is wrong with you, Faith?"
"Look, man, she doesn't have any clothes. Get the fuck out so she can at least get dressed. Or do you plan on dressing her yourself?"
Stan ignored Faust's comments with a sneer. "Have you forgotten your phone's tracking? How did you think this would end, Faith? Your mother and I thought you were taken! Get dressed right now, young lady. You are in for the punishment of your life!"
Faust followed Stan outside and watched the preacher thrash his fists. He recognized the car in front and smirked. The father's anger spread, fuelling Faust's urge to retaliate.
"You'll never keep her away from me," said Faust with a laugh.
"Shut your mouth."
"Can't handle the truth, can you? You hate that she loves me. You hate the thought of someone like me with her."
Stan whipped a warning look at Faust. The air outside was cool and raised goosebumps over his bare skin, but inside, his guts boiled. Faust longed for a more violent reaction. He wanted fire and destruction.
"I fucked her. You've no idea how many times I've fucked her."
Faith made it outside in time to witness her father advance on Faust. She shrieked as Stan's fist made contact with Faust's jaw and sent him reeling backward. He clenched the side of his chin and laughed, blood already coating his teeth.
"Oh, nice shot, big man. Come on. Beat the shit out of me. Show your daughter how a man handles things."
"Get in the car, Faith," Stan pointed.
"No, Daddy. I'm not leaving."
"Faith! I said get in the car!"
"No, Daddy! I won't go with you!"
Faith ran to Faust and threw herself around him, burying her face under his arm. Faust popped his brows and snickered.
"It's okay, babe. I'm fine. It was a good punch, though. Enough for an assault charge."
Faust kissed the top of Faith's head, eyes pinned to Stan while he licked his teeth.
"Get over it, preacher. She's mine."
"Stop it! Both of you stop, right now!" Faith pushed off Faust and stood in the middle of them. "Daddy, you have to go. I'm not a baby, and I'm not going to church. You can move the whole family across the country if you want to, but I'm staying and going to school."
"You are not missing church," Stan said.
"I'm old enough to make my own decisions. And I'm disabling my phone's tracker. This is an invasion of my privacy. And Faust... You keep quiet, too! Both of you."
The manager of the motel stepped out of the office, interested in the source of the commotion but not concerned enough to call the police. Fights broke out on the property all the time. Drapes pulled back, and anonymous eyes surveyed the scene as well. Faith suddenly felt far too exposed to the possibility a gust of wind might lift her skirt and reveal her nakedness. She reserved to make a point to Faust to stop ruining her underwear, but that would have to wait.
"Get in your car, drive back home, and maybe I won't press charges, old man," Faust negotiated.
"I'm not leaving without my daughter."
"Fine. You can stay here and explain to the cops why you punched me in the face and how you're trying to abduct an adult who has already stated multiple times that she doesn't want to leave. I'm sure that will all sound really nice to your congregation."
"Faith... You have one more chance. Get in, or else," Stan opened the car door.
She shook her head while disbelief of her actions sickened her stomach. Not once had she ever defied her father. Before the morning's incident, she didn't believe she had it in her to refuse him. The sky didn't turn red, and the earth refused to break open and swallow her. Faith understood what Faust had been saying; she didn't have to listen to anyone but herself.
Defeated, Stan got into the family car, staring at his daughter through the windshield. His oldest daughter, who he barely recognized, returned the stare until he drove off. Once the car turned the corner and was out of sight, Faust began to laugh.
"Stop laughing! Why do you think this is funny?" Faith asked.
"I dunno. It just is."
"No, it's not! Do you understand the trouble I'm in? You don't know what my dad will do. I'll have to move! I can't afford my own place working part-time."
"Baby, don't worry. You're not moving away from me. I won't let you."
Faith's delayed reaction hit all at once, like a storm cloud bursting above her head. Fiery tears stung her eyes as panic erupted from within her ribcage.
"So, what? You're gonna let me move in with you? Live in your tiny room with your weird roommate, who you hate? Because I highly doubt Mister Solitary will want me around twenty-four seven. You already can't handle more than a couple of days around me at once."
"Faith...Baby, come on. Don't say that kind of shit. We'll find our own place, obviously."
"You don't have a job anymore! You quit your band!"
"Doesn't matter. Just trust me. Stop crying, and trust me, okay? I'll get it all worked out. You have two more months at school before we have to make any moves. Have I ever given you a reason to doubt me?"
"No," Faith peeped. "I guess not."
"I got this, Faith. Stop worrying. You're with me, and that's all that matters, right?"
She nodded. Faust pulled her into his chest and wrapped his arms around her tightly.
"Everything's gonna be fine. I promise."
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12:54 am || kozume kenma
➵ some important introductions are finally made.
wc: 1496
warnings: gn!reader, kenma is a youtube g*mer
a/n: gracie dear, this one is for you! i remember you saying you were looking forward to it. you’re one of the loveliest people i’ve chatted to on here and you have such a kind and gentle heart. thank you for having such an accepting and calming vibe and you’re so so easy to talk to, it’s very relaxing! your blog is such a positive space you and you make me feel the big ❤️ bless your dear heart, and i hope that november is kind to you!
The sun is long gone, the sky above Tokyo draped with velvet midnight. It looks like the kind of night you’d want to go out and experience, to walk around the ever-bustling city centre, to watch the sky in the hope of seeing something that’ll make your heart stutter in your chest.
But you don’t have the energy for that this evening.
Your honours project is sucking all it can out of you. You’re not surprised, of course, but that doesn’t make the experience any less irritating. You’re at that point where you just need to push a little more and polish it off; but as always, that’s the hardest part. Trying to thread together every section into something that’s not only coherent, but also of passable quality is harder than you’d given it credit for.
It’s the time of night when your eyes feel like they’re about to dribble out of their sockets like candle wax, and you’re aware that you’re not going to get anything of substance done now. You sigh, squinting at your laptop screen.
12:54 AM.
You blink your sore eyes rapidly. Was it really that late?
You stretch your arms above your head, feeling the strain in your muscles. You want nothing more than to curl up in bed with your boyfriend, letting the stresses of the day fade away as you run your fingers through his hair. He usually lets you at this hour, melting into your touch in a way he wouldn’t usually during the day.
It’s much too late for you to get anything of worth down for this assignment.
As you stand up, you swear you can hear every bone in your body crack. You don’t just want to go to bed, you need to get some rest.
But there’s no way you’re going alone.
You totter down the hall as quietly as you can, balancing yourself on your tiptoes. Kenma’s gaming room sits at the end of the hall, chosen for its decent acoustics and spaciousness. You tease him for his set up all the time – ‘epic gamer’ is your favourite moniker, and currently crowns your LINE messages.
You and Kuroo had even made him a little sign for his birthday. It’s a plaque stuck to the door that reads, “WARNING! Don’t talk to me until I’ve had my Epic Gamer moment.”
You grin at it as the door creaks open.
Kenma’s clicking away on his computer as he sits at his desk, eyes narrowed and a little pout on his lips. You smile to yourself; he looks so cute like this, so focused and intense. He doesn’t tend to get like this about anything else, but gaming had a way of drawing the intensity out of him.
You can’t help but wonder if he was like this during his volleyball days in high school, analysing the court in the moment. You’ve never seen him play, and you doubt you ever will. He pays Hinata to do that, after all. You’re glad that such a bright boy is part of your boyfriend’s life. Between you, Kuroo, and Hinata, there’s no fear of Kenma going unloved.
You give him a small wave from the door.
Recognition flashes in his eyes as he catches sight of you, the smallest of smiles gracing his face. Someone outside of your relationship might assume that doesn’t count for much; a tiny, forgettable little gesture that isn’t worth taking note of. But you know how to read Kenma.
His gaze flicks back to his screen.
“You all want to know that bad, huh?” He teases, even though his voice is still monotone.
‘Know what?’ you mouth.
“They want to know what made me smile,” Kenma tilts his head at you, and you swear your heart is about to bloom into a kaleidoscope of light.
You nod, tottering over to him as he rolls his chair back. He’s left just enough space for you to sit. You settle yourself down on his lap like it’s second nature, and he loops his arms around your waist. Usually, that wouldn’t make you blush. But, knowing a significant portion of his viewership were watching this happen in real time brings a certain nervousness to mind.
He props his chin on your shoulder, as he always does. For once, he’s more casual than you; he’s in his element, immersed in a game and bolstered by people who adore him. It’s all you could want for him.
“Yeah, this is my partner,” he hums, small smile playing at his lips.
You see the chat rush by on the corner of his screen, but you opt not to look. Doing so would only make you more nervous.
“They want to know how long we’ve been together,” he says, conspicuously dropping the question in your lap.
You grin, fighting the urge to roll your eyes. “Officially, two years,” you smile. “But basically three.”
He chuckles lightly, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “They also want to know how we met.”
“I was Kuroo’s roommate in university,” you say, well-aware of Kuroo’s much-loved presence on Kenma’s channel. “He decided I’d be a good friend for Kenma so he wrestled me into their little duo. He likes to say that us getting together was part of his plan all along, but I have my doubts.”
In all honesty, you’re surprised by how relaxed your reveal is. You’ve been worried about it for the past year, fearing the backlash that romantic partners of youtubers – especially gaming Youtubers – tend to receive.
Kenma had told you it would be okay, that you won’t have anything to worry about.
It feels nice, just sitting in his lap, getting to be part of this little world of his.
You stay for the next fifteen minutes or so, answering a myriad of questions pinged your way; was Kenma the same as he is in his videos? Does he ever sleep? Do you game with him much? Does he go easy on you in 1-v-1’s or is he ruthless?
“Thanks everyone,” Kenma yawns, propping his chin on your shoulder. “We’ve run over time, but you guys did a great job today.”
You bite back a giggle as you listen to his ‘Youtuber Outro Voice,’ which was just a shade brighter than his normal cadence.
You sit patiently as he wraps up, mentioning something about his next upload and the charity this stream was for. You know it’s got something to do with ensuring that children with disabilities are offered opportunities to take part in sports, and to help schools accommodate for that. You’re pretty sure Kuroo’s the one who linked your boyfriend up with them; you often teased him for ‘exploiting’ kodzuken’s following for charity.
Kenma clicks off the stream, letting out a long sigh as his shoulders deflate.
“Thanks,” he mumbles, nestling his face in the crook of your neck.
You giggle, reaching a hand back to smooth his hair. The angle’s a little awkward and your fingers bump against his headset, but you don’t mind.
“Did you raise a lot of money?” You ask, shifting in his lap so you can see his face.
He nods. “Not as much as the collab with Shouyou and Kuroo, but a fair bit.”
“Good,” you smile. He looks exhausted; he often does after long charity streams. But you know he cares about them – he wouldn’t bother with them otherwise. You gently slip his headset off – you bought them for him as a one-year-anniversary present, a cute, high-tech thing with cat ears – and place it gently on his desk.
You run your fingers through his hair, gently grazing his scalp. He hums in response, letting his eyes flutter shut. It’s like all the tension is melting away under your fingers, as if you’ve brought him a moment of precious reprieve. He never complains about his work – not in any real capacity, anyway – but even he got tired of his job.
As you gaze at his face, you’re content in the knowledge that you don’t need to flit amongst the city or watch the sky to see something that’ll make your heart stutter. He’s right in front of you.
“Hey, Kenma?”
“Hm?”
“I love you.”
The words flutter between you, threading a proper smile across his face. He doesn’t need to say them back to know your feelings are reciprocated; Kenma isn’t a man of many words, and his affection doesn’t tend to come out in grand statements or confessions. His love is in the little gestures; in a gentle kiss to the nose, or his fingers laced through yours, or permission to be part of his little world.
His love is shy, gentle, purposeful. You know he struggles to let people in. To let himself be seen. But he opens his windows for you, lets you filter through like the sunrise.
It’s all he’s capable of giving; but he gives it all with a quiet thoughtfulness.
And that’s more than enough.
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Death in Star Wars, and How Ben Solo Was Shafted: A Mini Meta
Something has been bothering me about Ben’s death in The Rise of Skywalker. While I’m upset that he died, I echo the sentiments of other fans that just as offensive was the way that he died and how his death was treated in the context of the film. It bothered me because death has always been a part of Star Wars, but usually handled much better.
And so this meta was born.
I will be doing a brief analysis of significant character deaths from the Star Wars movies. I don’t want to touch on all of them because there are simply too many, so I’ll focus on the ones that were either major characters (i.e. trio billing or main villain) or narratively important (i.e. Shmi Skywalker).
This list will be approached chronologically within the Star Wars universe, beginning with:
Qui-Gon Jinn; portrayed by Liam Neeson
Personal feelings: I cried like a baby. Qui-gon holds a special place in my heart. His death was both epic and sombre. It hurt to watch other main cast celebrating their victory after defeating their respective challenges and then cut to Obi-wan cradling his master’s head in his lap, crying.
Mode of death: Killed by Darth Maul at the end of The Phantom Menace. His actual death takes a few minutes of screen time, an outburst/scream from another main character (Obi-wan). He has last words to say to the person he has the closest on screen relationship with.
Aftermath: Held by a visibly devastated Obi-wan while he died. Sombre funeral pyre. Death discussed on screen by the council and Obi-wan.
Narrative purpose: To enable Anakin’s training under Obi-wan, which is pivotal to the overall arc of this trilogy. To provide a tangible loss and character growth for Obi-wan, who failed to save his master from a Sith--later mirrored by Obi-wan’s inability to save Anakin from becoming a Sith in Episode III, thereby providing a narrative ‘tail-end’ to Obi-wan’s journey in the trilogy. To cement the master/apprentice relationship as loving, emotional, familial, which then adds narrative depth to the bond between Obi-wan and Anakin. To introduce a cohesive theme of death, failure, and loss at the hands of the dark side that would pervade this trilogy.
Overall response: This death is both emotional and narratively important. It’s given the weight and time it deserves to have an impact on the characters.
Shmi Skywalker; portrayed by Pernilla August
Personal feelings: Rough acting aside, watching a person die in their family member’s arms is always sad. It’s an extremely dark moment in a film that otherwise leans heavily into romance, action, and detective-mystery storytelling.
Mode of death: Tortured by Tusken Raiders. Died from her injuries. Again, her actual death takes a couple of minutes of screen time. She is able to say some last words to her son, the most important character relationship for this character.
Aftermath: Dies in the arms of her visibly devastated son. Anakin murders the Tuskens for revenge. On screen funeral where she is mourned and memorialized by her family/loved ones.
Narrative purpose: To drive Anakin further to the dark side by taking advantage of his love and compassion and turning this into anger and hate (revenge against the Tuskens). To plant the seeds of Anakin’s inability to save the ones he love. To emphasize his failure to keep his promise to return to his mother and free her. (Despite being freed off screen, she essentially died in captivity anyway, and Anakin was not the one to free her.) To further the cohesive themes of the trilogy: death, failure, loss, the power of the dark side.
Overall response: While not as moving for me personally as Qui-gon’s death, it has a very relevant thematic purpose and furthers the story. Shmi’s death is given adequate time on screen and we are able to observe the responses and aftermath of that loss.
Padme Amidala; portrayed by Natalie Portman
Personal feelings: We make jokes about how she lost the will to live, but her funeral was beautiful and Natalie’s delivery of the line “you’re going down a path I can’t follow” feels extremely important in this story.
Mode of death: Up for debate. She has lost the will to live after giving birth to Luke and Leia in the wake of Anakin’s fall to the dark side. Some have theorized that her life force was taken (or given?) to keep Anakin alive, but this is not made explicit in the movies. She dies beside Obi-wan Kenobi, and has the time to say last words--words of hope for Anakin’s eventual redemption. Her death itself takes several minutes and is followed up with screen time for a funeral where characters acknowledge her death.
Aftermath: The gorgeous and enormous funeral, mourned as a queen and a senator and a good woman. Anakin (as Darth Vader) mourns with a devastated and poorly acted “nooooo”.
Narrative purpose: To fulfill the themes of death, loss, and failure (Anakin’s failure to keep her alive) at the hands of the dark side. To provide a character loss that mimics the loss of democracy, freedom, and goodness that has fallen to Palpatine’s control. To provide a visual and narrative parallel between the death of Anakin (through the death of his love) and the birth of Darth Vader.
Overall response: While this death was definitely poorly handled it did have narrative significance and it was arguably necessitated by having to have this trilogy line up with the original trilogy. Her short funeral was one of my favorites in the series.
Obi-wan Kenobi; portrayed by Sir Alec Guinness/Ewan McGregor
Personal feelings: I feel weird having an opinion about this one because this movie was made well before I was born, and so I didn’t feel a real connection to/nostalgia from these characters the way I did with the prequels and sequels. Ewan McGregor as Obi-Wan was a huge part of my childhood, so watching A New Hope in retrospect makes this death sad for me.
Mode of death: Killed by Darth Vader/becomes one with the Force. Essentially sacrifices himself so that Luke doesn’t try to come after him.
Aftermath: Luke shouts “no!”. In a later scene, Luke further acknowledges his death--”I only wish Ben were here”. Ben is later seen as a Force ghost in Episodes V and VI, continuing to acknowledge his character’s death and ongoing influence on, importance to, and relationship with Luke.
Narrative purpose: To provide growth for Luke’s character as he grapples with losing a mentor and surrogate father figure who was also the last person (he believed) who was a link to Luke’s (supposedly) dead hero father that Luke looked up to--and setting us up for this narrative complication in VI. To demonstrate that the Jedi/good guys of the film win through self-sacrifice and not through anger, hate, or fear, which is very thematically resonant in this trilogy.
Overall response: Narratively meaningful, and the character’s death is immediately recognized. We get to see the response of the characters who he has the closest relationships with.
Yoda; portrayed by Frank Oz
(I just love The Last Jedi, okay??)
Personal feelings: It was kind of sad, in the way any person dying of old age is. It did feel more overtly spiritual than Obi-wan’s death.
Mode of death: Dies of old age, in his own home, in his own bed, with Luke beside him. His death scene lasts a few minutes and he has some last words.
Aftermath: We see Yoda again as a force ghost, which we are expecting as an audience since his body fades like Obi-wan’s did. There is sufficient closure. Luke is present for Yoda’s death and, at this point in the films, is the only character relationship Yoda has left alive--therefore this is the most significant his death can be to someone. Luke doesn’t look overly upset but this is not painted to be a sad death, as death by old age is usually more a fact of life and a nice reprieve from untimely losses.
Narrative purpose: Honestly, it’s been a long time since I watched the original trilogy so I’m kind of stretching here. I’m going to borrow from The Last Jedi and say that Yoda’s death allows Luke to grow beyond his master and stand on his own two feet as a fully autonomous agent of goodness. He no longer has the crutch of wise older men to lean on and must make his decisions on his own. Yoda’s death frees Luke to be the master of his own destiny, now knowing the truth of his parentage and no longer being guided by others to do what they think is best (kill Vader).
Overall response: One of the less impactful deaths in the series, but I do appreciate how it adds to Luke’s growth as a character and transition into Jedi Master.
Anakin Skywalker/Darth Vader; portrayed by James Earl Jones, Hayden Christensen, and Jake Lloyd
Personal feelings: This is the big one™ of the trilogy, and it shows. Watching Luke trying to literally drag his father to safety is raw and heartbreaking. Seeing him unmasked for his son is chilling. The funeral pyre is beautiful. This definitely made me feel the feelings.
Mode of death: Sacrificed himself to kill Palpatine. Death lasts several minutes. Dies in Luke’s arms and Luke cries as he dies.
Aftermath: Funeral pyre. Force ghost Anakin bringing peace to Luke and cementing his redemption.
Narrative purpose: Too much to list! Reinforcing that good guys sacrifice themselves to protect the people they love. Bringing balance to the Force by killing the Emperor (thanks JJ for messing that up by the way). Finding peace with Obi-wan as a force ghost. Showing that the belief that people can be saved from themselves is validated. I’m sure there’s plenty more besides but this one is so narratively rich that it would take forever to mine.
Overall response: Extreme narrative importance. Basically ties together six movies. Emotional, beautiful, resonant.
Han Solo; portrayed by Harrison Ford
Personal feelings: Ouch, ouch, ouch! This was... this was angsty. I love angsty. I cannot possibly find adequate words to describe how well done this scene and this death was. One of my top three moments of The Force Awakens.
Mode of death: Struck through the chest with a lightsaber by his son, Ben Solo (under the alias of Kylo Ren), after an attempt to save him from the dark side and bring him home. His body falls into the pit on Starkiller Base.
Aftermath: So. Much. Rey screams “no!” Finn is visibly upset, too. Chewie roars in agony and shoots Kylo Ren with his bowcaster. Leia can be seen feeling Han’s death and cannot find the strength to keep standing. Kylo/Ben looks immediately shaken by what he has done. Rey and Leia share a sad hug at the end of the film. In The Last Jedi, reactions continue. Luke is shaken by the revelation of Han’s death and spends a quiet moment in the Falcon mourning him. Kylo/Ben’s reaction continues to spiral. Snoke, in one of my favorite lines in the film, announces that “the deed split [his] spirit to the bone”. Rey grieves Han and accuses Ben of hating him. Luke warns Kylo that he will always be with him, “just like [his] father”. Han’s shadow is felt all over The Last Jedi without him being present. Even without the further reactions in The Rise of Skywalker (Rey saying Ben is haunted by him, the literal memory scene on the Death Star), the impacts of Han Solo’s death are the most significant in the entire franchise.
Narrative purpose: To advance both internal and external character conflicts. Kylo killing Han provides an external conflict between him and the heroes--particularly between him and Rey as Rey yearns for parents who love her and Ben (seemingly) rejects/kills his that do. It also provides a meaty internal conflict for Kylo Ren/Ben Solo, who is the most nuanced villain I have ever seen in film. While Han’s death doesn’t seem to serve a main theme in The Force Awakens (it is my perspective that JJ does not have cohesive overarching themes in his two entries in the saga), it does blend in pretty well with The Last Jedi’s preoccupation with killing the past. The thematic takeaway from The Last Jedi is that you can’t and shouldn’t kill the past, you should learn from it and move on--and Kylo killing Han neatly fits into this theme by showing that Kylo tried to kill his past by killing his father, and yet he was unable to move on because of it.
Overall response: Poignant. Purposeful. Well-crafted. The effects are long lasting and felt throughout the trilogy. This is not a meaningless death. Of the entire saga, this is the death that is given the most acknowledgement.
Supreme Leader Snoke; portrayed by Andy Serkis
Personal feelings: I was on the edge of my fucking seat. This is not emotionally resonant because we don’t care about Snoke but it was huge and shocking and had these enormous narrative implications moving forward.
Mode of death: Cut in half by Kylo Ren while he narrates his own death.
Aftermath: The Praetorian guards spring into action to avenge their master. In a later scene, we see Snoke’s severed legs topple to the floor. Hux is visibly shaken and angry. Kylo Ren acknowledges the death (by blaming it on Rey) and takes Snoke’s position as Supreme Leader (”the Supreme Leader is dead”, “long live the Supreme Leader”). I’m... going to ignore how The Rise of Skywalker handled Snoke. It was unnecessary to have Snoke clones from a storytelling perspective. It added nothing to the narrative, just used as a clumsy way to justify that Palpatine was really pulling the strings all along.
Narrative purpose: To deepen the perceived conflict within Kylo Ren and showing his unwillingness to kill Rey. This further complicates their relationship moving forward as we’ve established that the new head honcho powerful villain has no real desire to hurt the hero. The narrative implications of this moving forward were so rich. Pity JJ ignored them. Additionally: To show Kylo Ren symbolically surpassing Darth Vader. In Episode III Anakin claims he will overthrow the Emperor and rule the galaxy with Padme. He never achieves this. But Kylo Ren does (minus the Empress by his side). To deepen the theme of Kylo Ren trying to kill/bury the past in order to become stronger (and ultimately failing). To add Snoke to the list of characters in the movie who embody the theme of failure. To shake up an expected narrative trajectory and provide new pathways for future storytelling. (Again, JJ, looking at you.)
Overall response: Loved it. Loved it. Not as resonant as some of the other deaths but by far to me the most shocking.
Luke Skywalker; portrayed by Mark Hamill
Personal feelings: Okay, this is a big one. Here’s the thing. I did not grow up with the original trilogy. I never really cared for Luke (didn’t dislike him either, just ‘meh’). But this movie. This movie. I went on a journey with Luke. I saw him as fallible. As human. Making mistakes. Failing. Falling into depression. And overcoming it. I cried when Luke Skywalker died. I did not think that would happen. I did not think I would ever love Luke so much.
Mode of death: Force projects himself across the galaxy to face his nephew and save the Resistance; the effort kills him. Luke’s death takes a couple of minutes of screentime, and it is gorgeous. Hamill acts his ass off. The music, the visuals, everything combines to make this the most emotional death in Star Wars--a fitting end for its first hero.
Aftermath: Leia and Rey feel his death in the Force. They speak to each other quietly about it. They know it was peaceful. Luke, knowing he was going to die, came and saw his sister first and gave them beautiful closure and a message of hope. Just before Luke dies, he warns Kylo/Ben that he’ll always be with him. Just like his father. Luke fades into the Force and we know we will see him again as a force ghost (which we do, but JJ managed to trash even that). The boy on Canto Bight and his friends are inspired by the legend of Jedi Master Luke Skywalker. He ignites hope throughout the galaxy once more.
Narrative purpose: Multiple. As above, inspiring hope throughout the galaxy once more. To serve the theme of self-sacrifice. Achieving victory without violence (pacifistic). Preventing Kylo Ren from killing more people he cares about (Rey, Leia, Luke) and thereby protecting him, at least a little, from himself. Also serves a similar purpose to Yoda’s death--with both Luke and Snoke dying, Rey and Kylo Ren are without masters, the arbiters of their own destiny (thanks again JJ for fucking that up too).
Overall response: I can’t decide if this or Han Solo’s death is more emotionally impactful to me. They are both so, so moving, and so essential to the narrative.
Leia Organa; portrayed by Carrie Fisher
Personal feelings: This is hard. I don’t think her scenes in The Rise of Skywalker worked. They were cut from The Force Awakens for a reason--and then cobbled together like some kind of Frankenstein’s Monster for this movie. As much as I love Leia and Carrie, I couldn’t feel emotion for her death because it was so wooden and artificial.
Mode of death: Uses the last of her energy to reach her son (it is unclear exactly how she is reaching him. Force projection? Did she create the Han memory? Who knows.) Even with so little to work with, they still managed to focus on her death with her lying down, her hand falling to the side--trying to give this some weight.
Aftermath: Chewie mourns. Ben and Rey both feel her death and are clearly devastated. The Resistance gather around her body in mourning. Her body fades at the same time as Ben’s (wtf, JJ) and then we see her as a force ghost with Luke (but not Ben because fuck him apparently).
Narrative purpose: To bring her son back to the light, something that has been a central struggle of this trilogy. Sacrificing yourself to save that which you love.
Overall response: It has a purpose, but I can’t help but think it wouldn’t have gone this way if Carrie hadn’t died. It doesn’t seem as organic as the deaths of Han and Luke.
NB: I’m skipping Palpatine because his death was literally nothing else than “defeat the big bad”. It wasn’t even fulfilling a prophecy, it had no significant narrative weight for Rey, it was a nothing burger.
Ben Solo/Kylo Ren; portrayed by Adam Driver
Personal feelings: Twofold. In the cinema, I felt nothing. Nothing. I actually laughed in surprise. Like, “what was that”? The next day, at home, I cried. I don’t think I cried because he died. I was open to that possibility. I cried because I was so, so angry at how poorly his arc and death was handled. Like he was a footnote in his own fucking story. I think him living was a much more interesting story, narratively and thematically, but I wasn’t necessarily opposed to his death if it was done well. And it wasn’t.
Mode of death: Uses the last of his life energy to resurrect Rey. Falls over. (Plop, there he goes.) Fades into the force.
Aftermath: Like, none? Rey looks kind of surprised and blinks for a couple of seconds. No words are exchanged. He just tips over and dies. Cool.
Narrative purpose (or failure thereof): I am fucking reaching here because all of the previously established trajectories and themes are dashed by this ending. We could argue that this is a self-sacrifice to save what you love theme point. Which is fine, but like, no one mourns. He doesn’t become a Force Ghost. No one acknowledges his death. Ben fading into the Force is a metaphor for him fading from people’s minds. It’s like he doesn’t even exist in the context of the story anymore. Which is insanely baffling because all three of the original trilogy heroes sacrificed their lives, at least in part, to save Ben Solo. So that he could in turn save Rey? So he’s just another cog in the machine? This was always about Rey and never about the love Han and Leia had for their son, or that Luke had for his nephew? If you think about it, the only other ‘main’ characters to die during the course of their trilogy were Qui-gon and Padme. And both of those characters had funerals, and people mourning, and huge narrative implications. The death of Ben Solo reads like the death of a minor character. It serves one very narrow and already over-represented theme. The death of all of the rest of the Skywalkers had huge emotional ramifications for the other characters in the films. With Ben Solo, the Skywalker legacy fades as well, as if JJ is telling us that this saga was not about this family at all, but their whole story existed only for the point of saving Palpatine’s granddaughter. How fucked up is that?
Overall response: Narratively, this just doesn’t make sense. It’s lazy and not impactful. When a character dies in films, you want the audience to feel something, so you show other characters reacting to it. Are they sad? Then we should feel sad too! Are they elated? We should be celebrating! No one reacts to Ben’s death, so we’re not sure how we’re supposed to feel, either. The people who are devastated by this death are the ones who love the character itself and are upset that he got treated this way--the death itself was hollow and emotionless.
So, there you have it. Ben Solo was shafted. Death is extremely prevalent in these movies, and yet, being the only new Skywalker of the sequels and half the protagonist (thank you Rian), Ben Solo has arguably the least emotional or narratively impactful death in the franchise.
Rian Johnson would never do this to Ben Solo.
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Hello, hope you're doing fine. If it's not too much to ask, I'd like to make a request:
Cuddle+fluff+Kiro
I just wanna cuddle with this adorable fluffy pup of a boyfriend T~T
Cuddle., v.
Once there was a little bunny who met a lonely bear in the countryside in the spring...
The bear, seeing the bunny in a saddened mood, decided to approach the little bunny and without saying a word, the little bear gave all his honey to the little bunny.
"Why?"
She turned her head from her position, her owlish eyes unblinking as she stared at him expectantly as if he held all the answers in the universe.
He blinked at her, tilting his head as if he was processing her question. "...why?" he trailed off, not expecting her to interrupt his storytelling.
Truth be told, he was actually counting on the fact that she might have fallen asleep due to the ministrations he was doing to her hair and simply rambled about random things to fill in the silence between them, happily ignoring the borrowed time before they were whisked away by their responsibilities come morning.
"Yeah," she nodded as she squirmed in her position, burying her head on his chest as he tightened his hold on her, him not caring if the position made his muscles stiff so long as he could hold her like this. "Why would the bear give all his honey to the bunny? Do they know each other? Did the bunny decided to rob the bear? Was the bear threatened by the little bunny? I wanna know!" she fired questions after questions making him laugh at the absurdity of one question after the other.
"Miss Chips," he lightly admonished, pouting even if she couldn't see him. "I thought I'm in charge of bedtime stories right now? Are you questioning my storytelling skills now?" he whined, earning giggles from her.
"Not my fault your story has a lot of plot holes," she nudged him with her elbow, eliciting an exaggerated gasp from him. "Now come on! Answer my questions oh great Kiro the storyteller!"
"So demanding," he couldn't fight the smile creeping across his lips as he let her wrap her arms around his torso, half-shaking him impatiently and half-pulling him closer to her, only stopping as a yawn escaped her lips.
He swore he could've exploded right there and then and he still would've thanked her for letting him witness her adorable expression. Leaning forward, he couldn't resist planting a small, feathery kiss upon her forehead. "I think it's someone's bedtime now."
"Nooooooo," her voice came out small, fighting the urge to yawn once more. "I need to know if the bunny is secretly a loanshark or if-"
Chuckling at her sleepy comment, he watched as she settled her head on his chest, one hand reaching towards his free hand, intertwining them as she let sleep consumed her. He smiled as he let out a small contented sigh, relaxing as he decided to follow her and let sleep consume him as well, promising to answer her question in the morning.
Why would the little bear give all he had to the little bunny despite not knowing each other? Well, it’s because the little bunny gave the little bear the one thing he truly desired: a companion who will stick by him for all his lifetime.
Hello, hello Simi! I’m doing alright, thank you! I hope you are too. Take care of yourself, drink lots of water! First, thank you for your request! I’ve had a lot of ideas for cuddle time with Kiro but I decided to just give them a little reprieve. I dunno why but I feel like I want them to rest after the stories I’ve written about them. Writing Kiro fics take a lot from me- whether it’s because of whirlwind of emotions or there’s just too much energy caused by this boy and I just couldn’t keep up! Soooooo writing cuddle time with him is a nice change of pace so thank you for this.
And yes, Kiro deserves all the cuddles in the world! I also think he’s the best cuddler among the suitors... Anyway, I hope you liked this one!
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Rich Neighbors Au Part 3: Bye Bye Miss Parisian Pie
Part 1 Part 2 The Gabrieling Procrastination Art Rich Neighbors Vine Animatic
-Oh my watermelon kids
-they are finally in America!!!
-First stop: Trash City!
-oops sorry NYC, sorry, they just sound the same when I say them out loud so I get them confused sometimes :)
-(I’m kidding New Yorkers don’t kill me please)
-okay, okay, getting off topic.
-so they’re in New York
-they’re just kind of wandering and they end up running into the Elmos.
-Mari was almost pulled into a hug with one and Felix had to drag her out of the way, saving her from the creep
-they then immediately booked it to a restaurant, hoping that would give them a bit of a reprieve.
-Hard Rock Cafe was the one they picked, Nino’s choice, obviously.
-Marinette gushed over the mini milkshakes for like ten minutes.
-someone ended up recognizing them. They took a picture, posted it on twitter and now BOOM
-every single one of their fans and customers know exactly where they are.
-but ANYWAY
-they’re in nyc, why not go to a broadway show?
-Six. They go to see Six. Don’t @ me, I like six and I thought Marinette and Nino would both enjoy it
-Mari is LIVING for their outfits.
-Nino is also loving every minute.
-They’re in the front and Nino is basically grinning the whole show but during Heart of Stone you can see him tear up a bit.
-Felix actually enjoys it. He shoves all the thoughts of historical inaccuracies out of his head and mostly just listens to Mari ramble about the outfits.
-Adrien vibes with Seymour honestly. And Parr. And basically all the queens.
-Nathalie likes the show too, mostly because it’s a nice break for her and the songs are pretty catchy too
-for Mega Six, Mari is filming and all the queens look directly into her camera
-they also take it and dance on stage with her phone, filming everything
-Mari is about to faint. Doesn’t matter that she’s technically famous, she is DEAD
-they don’t see her face when they take and give back the phone so when she comes backstage afterwards with the gang, at first they just recognize her hair and see her as the girl who was filming the Mega Six
-then they see her face and the costume designer is trying so hard not to squeal, oblivious to the fact that she’s doing the exact same thing.
-Mari is absolutely gushing to them about how great the show was
-She tells Parr that her song was what kept her going in school, since she’s listened to the Broadway and West End soundtracks about a billion times. (Pretend like the broadway one is already out time is a construct with rich people)
-side note, they post the pictures and video and suddenly A BUNCH of Six fans are now following Mari and now Mari is designing outfits inspired by the queens because AH THE COSTUMES ARE GORGEOUS I COULD TALK ABOUT THEM FOR DAYS I LOVE THEM SO MUCH
-fun fact, they are all wearing a “If Found, Please Return to Nathalie” shirt
-Felix is adorable and bought Mari some hair pins with watermelons because Watermelon Kids
-yes Nathalie has a shirt that says “I’m Nathalie”
-they actually did lose Adrien and these two girls were able to return him to Nathalie and they all took a pic with them and followed the two on Twitter
-they don’t know what else to do in New York, so they just make their way down to...
-New Jersey!
-Seaside Boardwalk!!
-they mostly stick to the arcades, Mari sticking to casino pier, and them getting fries and lemonade as a snack.
-they spend the night at the boardwalk, going on a few rides like Moby Dick, and Pirate’s Cove.
-they spend the night at a house of a friend of Tom Dupain’s and the next day, they go to the Ocean County mall because it was close to the house.
-Adrien complained a bit about going to “the least cool mall in the state” but stopped when he found a five below at the plaza.
-five below is his weakness.
-mall, fun, yada yada yada
-bath and body works is inside? Mari’s in heaven.
-Friendly’s for lunch! Ice cream all around my friends!
-that afternoon they go to laser tag and completely dominated.
-Twins on one team, Watermelon Kids on the other.
-for some reason (the reason is called because I said so) they decide to go down to another boardwalk further south.
-on the way they go to lobster house for lunch (lobster house is amazing I don’t even really like it for the food it’s just the VIBES. they are. immaculate.)
-they go to Wildwood and ohhh
-Nino and Adrien are living it up on the rides
-rollercoaster, log flume, submarine ride slash game thingy!
-they’re doing it all
-and Felix and Mari are being so cute and domestic winning each other things at the games
-and then the arcade, where Felix is hopeless at Skeeball and ends up slipping and Mari helps him up while trying not to laugh
-can I just say that I think Mari is probably really good at claw machines?
-she has some weird sort of luck when she’s playing and she’ll always end up winning a prize
-they spend the night at a cute little hotel and the next day they go mini golfing
-now this is where Felix for some reason shines
-Mari keeps losing her golf ball and having to go search for it
-Adrien and Nino are both mediocre at it.
-Adrien got a hole in one and he and Nino screamed and Nino picked him up and spun him around
-they also got ice cream at said mini golf place
-Khor’s is just...*chefs kiss*. They all got the orange and vanilla swirl because I said so and it’s a Khor’s classic
-Felix picks an Italian place for dinner that night. It’s called Little Italy and it’s pretty good.
-and, that’s a wrap for New Jersey! Next...
-alllll the way down to.... North Carolina!
-they spend only a day in North Carolina, but they do go to these caves.
-and also, this place with food that’s mainly made of... alligator?
-basically, it’s a rest day.
-Mari gets SUPER inspired and buys fabric to make a jacket inspired by the caves and honestly it’s gorgeous because she used not only the tan of the rocks, but the beautiful blues of the water.
-NATHALIE BREAK
-she’s so tired but she’s having so much fun with her boys!!!
-she actually feels pretty well rested a few days into the trip.
-Nathalie can’t help but fuss over the kids
-and coo at their cuteness when they do cute things
-She and Mari always share a room
-and the three boys share a room
-Nathalie helps Mari do complicated braids because she’s super good at those and Mari can only do a basic braid.
-next!
-South Carolina!
-specifically Charleston.
-ghost tout ghost tour ghost tour
-“and this is the building where a dude saw the ship that held all his crops sink. He then proceeded to-“
-it gets graphic in that moment and Marinette is having fun but also isn’t a fan of thinking of... uh, head not being on body???
-pirates!!! They go into this cave thingy and see piratey stuff, which is entertaining for everyone because it’s creepy in the cave, which Mari enjoys, PIRATES, which Adrino enjoys, and history for the grumpy Felix
-it’s quiet and everyone’s happy, which Nathalie is living for.
-they mostly just walk around looking at pretty things the next day
-rainbow row rainbow row
-Mari is so inspired that she buys a cheap sketchbook from target just so she can get all these ideas down
-she desperately wants to sew but she has to wait since they don’t have access to a sewing machine.
-so, they eat at a sandwich shop before hitting the road.
-they make a quick stop in Georgia, laugh at a sign that lists the marvel movies made in Georgia, then leave.
-(sorry Georgia. I’m sure you’re a very nice state but I’ve had limited interaction with the state besides passing through and sometimes stopping to eat lunch.)
-this is the thing they’re very excited for!!!
-Florida!
-specifically, Orlando
-that’s right, DISNEY WORLD.
-they are spending a whole week here.
-that’s right, 7 days of fun.
-day 1, animal kingdom because they get there in the afternoon and there isn’t as much they want to see in animal kingdom. They have loads of fun though and are planning on dropping by another day for the first half of the day.
-next day is Magic Kingdom
-they go on so many rides.
-small world is Adrien’s favorite ride, don’t @ me.
-Casey’s Corner is where they get lunch because Mari loves the aesthetic.
-MINNIE EARS ALL AROUND
-Marinette has a different one for every outfit
-Aristocats ears!!!
-she can’t explain why she loves it, she just DOES.
-for their last day (yeah this is out of order but who cares) they park hop, ending in magic kingdom and staying for the fireworks. Our favorite designer wears these lovely light up ears
-when they went to animal kingdom on the first day you KNOW Mari had some cute ears
-shh don’t tell the boys and Nathalie but Felix actually asked Mari to be his girlfriend when they were in Hollywood studios
-they walked off together, and sat on a bench somewhere sharing a snack
-our extra boy asked if she could be his girlfriend with matching beauty and the beast rings
-Mari said yes and she smiled soooo much.
-it’s kind of hard to explain everything so let’s just talk about the interesting stuff!!
-Marinette VIBES with the princesses oh my god
-TIANA INSPIRED OUTFIT PLEASE
-Disney is V fun but... sorry boys, it’s time for Marinette to get some sewing done! (Also I’m kind of bored of writing Disney this took several weeks bc I would write like a sentence a day lol)
-CALIFORNIA TIME
-they do go for one day in Disneyland but most of it’s spent going to get some inspiration for Mari.
-fabric stores fabric stores.
-that girl is sketching and coming up with ideas like her life DEPENDS ON IT
-inspiration explosion
-also some normal Knick knack shopping, so Mari gets some time away from staring down at her tablet and sketchbook.
-resting and just going to try all different sorts of normal, causal restaurants
-living the life
-also, Felix and Mari go on their first date. I say first date Very Loosely because it’s actually them sitting in Mari’s hotel room eating pizza and watching a movie and though they both consider it a date, they want to have a cute, cliche first date when they back home.
-Speaking of home...
-They are about to fly back to Paris when they get a message from Jess, one of the girls who found Adrien in NY.
-It was a message from her asking if she could check her latest tweet.
-it was a recording of Jess playing guitar, the song (an instrumental version of Miraculous but slightly modified) being wonderfully sweet. Aeon, the other girl, was also in the video, humming along to Jess. At the end, Jess dedicated the video the them and they both gushed about how nice they were in person and that both of them had waited until they had the arrangement ready before they posted it on social media.
-it thawed even Felix’s icy heart.
-and as they flew back to Paris, Nathalie couldn’t help but think of what a perfectly wonderful trip it had been. Minus... the accidents.
-But there’s no need to talk about that here.
-They reach Paris safe and sound, and Marinette takes a long, long nap right before she goes into creative mode and sews all the outfits she had sketched. Advantages of being rich, you know? You don’t have to worry about fabric price.
-While Mari was sewing, everyone else was also slowing down.
-And gearing up to go back to school
-*dramatic music*
-What will happen next? Even I have no idea!
.......
It’s almost like.... I exist??? Haha, but seriously, sorry for sort of going MIA??? I finally finished this, mostly by getting lazy towards the end. Yes, before you say it, I don’t hate NYC. It’s cool there, I just love making fun of it and the fact the special cam eout a few days ago is just pure irony. All of those links should work, so you can actually buy the Disney things I’m talking about! If they aren’t, please tell me so I can fix them. Next up is the Nathalie mentioned “Accidents”. That should take way less time because I’m going to go with the tried and true method of “Make stuff up and hope it makes sense”. I say should because you never know with me, I’m a mess ❤️❤️❤️
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May I request a soft yandere Jungkook . Because I want to choke his mean ass sometimes.
Soft
(Since these requests are very similar, I decided to do jungkook for the both of them. It’s not long or that good but hey, I tried. )
Warnings- none I don’t think.
“Y/n!”. You’re suddenly ripped from the safety of your dreams when jungkooks voice registers in your unconscious mind.
Immediately frightened, you sit up and tuck the blankets all around yourself for protection like a child does to be safe from the monsters that live in the dark.
“Y/n.” He calls again, this time from inside the room as he comes strolling in. “You were still asleep?” He asks surprised.
You nod and hurry to make excuses “yeah but, I didn’t mean to sleep late. I’m getting up now, I’m sorry jungkook”. He smiles as he watches your bottom lip tremble, it’s taken months to get you like this and he is more than satisfied. Today though, he doesn’t feel like hurting you, he’s watched the way you put yourself out just to please him and it’s creating an odd, warm sensation within him. He loves you and is, for the first time, feeling what he believes other people do.
“Don’t worry love, I’m not mad. You look adorable when you’ve just woken up anyway” he shoots you a huge toothy grin, a sincere one, and sits down next to you.
“Baby, I was thinking, since it’s storming outside and I don’t have anywhere to be, would you like to have a day in bed? We could cuddle and put the fire on, watch some movies and eat snacks. Yeah?”
You look at him, truly look at him and see no trace of hidden anger or malice. There’s nothing in them that is usually present and causes you pain and surprisingly, today his eyes are like honey, not jet black and empty.
Your own eyes start to burn a little, you feel overwhelmed at how nice he is being even though this is nothing special for ‘normal’ couples.
“Why’re you crying?” Jungkook sounds a little offended at the sight of your tears and once again you’re quick to try and appease him before this serene reprieve is shattered prematurely. “I’m not sure. I’m sorry though, I’ll stop. Don’t be angry”. You whisper, reaching out a shaky hand but failing to touch him.
He closes his eyes and lets the scent of your fear and submission wash over him for a few moments before looking back at you with those same, honey coloured eyes “I’m not angry, truly. I love you, I just want to have a nice day and let the storm rage outside whilst we’re warm and cosy inside” he finally says, voice smooth and non-threatening.
“I’d love that jungkook. I really would, I think that’s why I was crying a little. I’ve wanted this for a long time” you’re growing in confidence as the minute's pass and jungkook remain as calm and stable as ever.
“Awesome 'coz I already picked everything up. I kinda wanted to do it whether you agreed or not” he laughs gently and bounces off to collect all the supplies.
So he was going to force you to love him today even if you didn’t want too, although, it’s curious to you why anyone would ever say no to a bit of kindness in a relationship where it’s seldom present.
~~
Jungkooks firm body is like a radiator next to you, warming the bed up to an almost uncomfortable temperature.
The pillows are the softest they’ve ever been, the mattress seems to push the two of you together perfectly and his hand running over your stomach is sending wave after wave of shivers through your entire body. The last time you knew this kind of pleasure and utter relaxation was before jungkook made you his, since then, your only companion has been fear.
Jungkook reaches out and presses a square of chocolate to your lips, which you open and allow him to place it on your tongue. “Thank you” you mumble as you begin to chew. He hums in acknowledgment as he turns back to the TV but you need more. “No, jungkook. I mean thank you for all of this.” You swallow the sweet, thick liquid and sit up to lean into him “thank you for, well…today. it’s been nice to just be with you like this. I’m not- um..I’m not scared and I’m grateful to you.”
His eyes light up at your words and part of him wants it to always be like this but he knows that the only way it can be like this is if he continues to love you the way he does. Although this is a pleasant experience, what makes it even better is that he can see your inner battle. He’s watching your eyes and can see your conditioned fear and the desire to trust him waging an epic war behind them, playing out like a movie just for him.
“You’re welcome, baby. Remember, I do love you. I might love you differently, I might expect things a certain way but all you have to do is everything I tell you. Behave and you can have more of this.” He smiles wickedly as he catches a glimpse of the trust in your eyes beginning to win the fight with each one of his reassuring words. What you see as him gazing into you lovingly is actually more like a man watching a fight he’s manipulated and place a bet on. He’s got you right where he wants you and you’re loving it.
“Kiss me” he demands and you’re happy to obey.
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Reprieve
Fictober Prompt V
"I might just kiss you."
Fandom: Star Wars
Rating: T
Warnings: N/A
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Obi-Wan sighed as his ship jumped out of hyperspace. Two more ships appeared next to him along with a Republic cruiser behind them.
"Anakin," Obi-Wan said into his wrist comm.
"Yeah?" The young Jedi replied.
"I want you to land on the southern side of the capital along with Ahsoka. You two need to stay hidden and out of sight. Let the Separatists think I'm alone," Obi-Wan relayed the plan.
"You got it, Master. I'll make sure the Admiral stays behind," Anakin responded.
Obi-Wan nodded his head and detached from his light ring before flying down to the planet.
His heart began to race as he neared the surface of Mandalore. The Republic had just received the distress signal a few days ago of how Separatist forces were invading the planet. Duchess Satine Kryze herself had asked for Obi-Wan's help. She still wanted to stand by her pacifist beliefs, but knew that Obi-Wan would find some way to drive out the Separatists. Especially after the incident with Tal Merrik.
Satine's words hit Obi-Wan again.
'I've loved you, from the moment you came to my aid all those years ago.'
Obi-Wan shook his head and focused on landing on the main platform to the city. Guards were waiting for him. There was no sign of any battle droids.
Obi-Wan opened his ship and stepped out. The guards escorted him to a floating platform that took him to the palace. They were the only guards Obi-Wan saw. The city looked quieter. There were still no droids. At least as far as Obi-Wan could tell.
He entered the palace and it was empty...except for the lone Duchess sitting on her throne. Obi-Wan cautiously approached her and bowed. "Duchess," Obi-Wan greeted, not meeting her eyes.
"Obi," she sighed in relief. "I'm glad you could make it."
Obi-Wan smiled, focusing on her headpiece rather than her eyes. "Of course. A call for aid must be responded quickly, Your Grace."
The Duchess frowned. "Obi-Wan...come closer please."
The Jedi Master willed himself to remain calm as he stepped onto the dais. Obi-Wan still couldn't will himself to look at the Duchess. He kept his eyes focused on her headpiece.
"Obi." Her voice sounded pleading. "Please look at me."
Obi-Wan took a deep breath before looking at her. He thought he was strong enough to resist but one look at her eyes and he felt himself falling for her all over again. But something else caught his eyes.
Her wrists were bound to the throne. "Satine," he began reaching out for her.
Her eyes slid from his face to something behind him. "He's here," she whispered.
Obi-Wan turned to see General Grievous and a large group of battle droids approaching.
"He knew you would come," she whispered. "It was a trap." Her voice cracked and Obi-Wan looked back at her. "I'm sorry, Obi."
Obi-Wan lifted a hand to her cheek and wiped a single tear. "Don't worry, darling," he whispered back.
The Duchess smiled and leaned into his touch.
"General Kenobi," Grievous called.
Obi-Wan turned to face the droid general.
"General Grievous," Obi-Wan greeted, holding his arms out, "always a pleasure to see your face around."
The droid laughed and then coughed. "Ah yes, the same can be said of you, Jedi." Grievous stepped forward. Obi-Wan put his hands behind his back and clicked his communicator. His end was open and was receiving everything the droid general was about to say. "As you can see, Mandalore is under Separatist control. Their Duchess has already pledged allegiance to us in exchange for our protection." Obi-Wan looked over his shoulder at Satine with an eyebrow raised. She shook her head softly. Obi-Wan turned back to Grievous, a smirk on his face.
The general was lying.
"Is that why all the people are gone? Hiding from your malicious army?" Obi-Wan asked.
"Hiding from yours more rather," the droid replied.
"I came here under the impression for a plea of help. If the Duchess really did pledge loyalty to you, then why is it she asked the Republic for help?" Obi-Wan raised his eyebrows at the droid.
General Grievous laughed. "Foolish Jedi. It was a trap. A trap so that I may have you surrounded and finally kill you."
Obi-Wan looked around and he, indeed, was surrounded. The Jedi took a step back, closer to Satine. He waved his hand behind his back and the Duchess's restraints unlocked. "I'm afraid I'll have to politely decline, General. I don't think a fight is fitting inside the palace," Obi-Wan said, hoping Anakin would realize what Obi-Wan meant.
Greivous's eyes squinted, curious as to the Jedi's intention.
Obi-Wan smirked as he flung his hands out and Force pushed General Grievous into his minions. The Jedi quickly turned around and grabbed Satine's hand. "Time to go, dear," he said. Satine nodded and the two ran through a side passage out of the throne room.
No one was in their way as they ran down corridors. Satine tugged on Obi-Wan's hand. "Obi, not that way, this way," she said, pointing to a wall. "It's a secret passage that will lead us to a safe room," she whispered.
Obi-Wan urged her towards the wall and after finding the trigger, the wall opened up and allowed them to go through. Obi-Wan leaned against the wall and could hear battle droids coming. Satine began walking through the passage and Obi-Wan followed.
"Here it is!" Satine exclaimed as her hands landed on metal. She pushed open the old door and stepped in. Obi-Wan followed her inside. The Duchess shut the door and locked it. "There. We should be safe for now. The palace is swarming with those machines .They shouldn't find us here."
Obi-Wan looked around the safe room and found a light that he turned on. The room burst into a dim blue hue and there was old war equipment such as a holo-table, racks for blasters, and maps of the planet. "What is this place exactly?" Obi-Wan asked, stroking his beard as he looked at everything.
Satine looked at the old items and sighed. "A long time ago, Mandalore was in civil war. Many rooms like these existed were meetings could be held in secret or to keep an eye out on the outside world while the royal family was hiding." Satine brushed her fingers along the dusty holo-table. "I don't think anything in here works anymore. These passages have not been traveled in ages."
Obi-Wan turned to the Duchess. "Then how did you know about this?" he asked her.
"Just because they are not used does not mean I should not know about them. It was...just in case." She looked at Obi-Wan. Her eyes were distant, but Obi-Wan still saw the forbidden love residing in them.
Despite himself, Obi-Wan stepped closer to her. He hesitantly put a hand on her arm. "It'll be alright, Satine." The Duchess smiled softly at the mention of her name on his lips. She loved it when he didn't call her 'Duchess' or 'Your Grace'. "Anakin and Ahsoka should be on their way with a small force. This was all part of the plan anyways." Obi-Wan smiled.
Satine put a hand on Obi-Wan's cheek. He leaned into her touch and placed a small kiss on her palm. "Oh Obi-Wan," she sighed, "I might just kiss you."
Obi-Wan looked at her, a desperate longing in his eyes. He knew he shouldn't. He would break the Jedi Code and everything he stood for.
But her words broke him. In this small safe room, away from everything, Obi-Wan Kenobi allowed himself to break the Code once.
Satine's eyes were filled with the same longing, even as she closed them when Obi-Wan leaned in and kissed her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and she wrapped her own arms behind his neck.
They stood together, embracing each other in a loving kiss that could destroy who they were, Duchess and Jedi.
But for the moment, they were just Satine and Obi-Wan.
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#ObiWanfuckingdeservedbetterbitches
After the angst that was prompt 4, I had to give some nice relaxation for 5. And since I’ve been obsessing over them lately, why not go with good ole Obitine (which honestly deserved better like come on). This specific thing, the Obitine thing, made Obi-Wan my favorite fucking character. It showed a completely different side of him that you don’t see in the movies. It showed that he was just like Anakin, had someone that he loved so dearly that he was willing to just leave everything behind.
BUT NOOOOOOOOOO
Let’s have Darth Maul be a gigantic fucking douche and RUIN everything.
God dammit they deserved better.
And I swear, Rey better be his granddaughter.
And yes this is late shut up.
#fictober 2019#fictober19#star wars#clone wars#obi-wan#satine#obi-wan kenobi#satine kryze#obitine#writing#romance#FLUFF#THEY DESERVED BETTER DAMMIT#G-W76
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letters to you (pt. 2)
KIM TAEHYUNG (V) X READER
Type | Genre: slice of life au | fluff/angst
Word Count: 1738
A/N: it’s been hard finding time to update in general but i have a soft spot for this fic! hope you enjoy.
One
After Taehyung's first visit, we managed to keep in touch until somewhere around early springtime. The Kakao messages got increasingly sparse as he got closer to his mysterious debut date and college examinations loomed over my head as I entered my final year of high school.
The flutters I had felt were long forgotten in lieu of books and essays.
It wasn't until summer that I was reminded of Taehyung. Auntie Kim came barging into our house bright and early with excited shouts of his debut.
I was already awake, studying my butt off upstairs in the lovely solitude of my room.
"He's releasing the album tomorrow! Tomorrow! My Taehyungie is finally debuting!"
My heart couldn't help but stir a little at his name, as if it was remembering an old habit. I hesitantly reached for my phone, wondering if it would be out of place to send him a congratulatory message.
[07:55AM] To: Taehyung
Grats, superstar. It's about time.
To my surprise, the reply came instantly.
[07:55AM] From: Taehyung
Dont tell me my mom woke u all up this early to tell u...
[07:55AM] From: Taehyung
But thats just like her isnt it
[07:56AM] From: Taehyung
Goddamn shes embarrassing
[07:56AM] From: Taehyung
But thx ;)
I smiled, heart skipping a little faster, but I decided to play it cool and leave him hanging. It didn't necessarily warrant a response anyway.
It was more than two hours later into my reading when my phone buzzed.
[10:13AM] From: Taehyung
Im coming home for a few days next month.
[10:13AM] From: Taehyung
Excited to see me? ;)
My stomach suddenly twisted into a knot, butterflies I hadn't felt for months threatening to creep back. Goddamn him and his flirty winking emoticons.
[10:21AM] To: Taehyung
Not really
[10:21AM] To: Taehyung
But you can come anyway I guess
I wondered if I had waited an ample enough amount of time to not look so desperately eager to answer him. Childish, I know, but I couldn’t help it.
I returned to my studies with a renewed energy, suddenly feeling empowered by the thought of having something to look forward to.
Taehyung looked so different that it was hard to believe only two seasons had passed since I last saw him. He was the slightest bit less lanky and his hair was dyed blonde. God, who would have thought he'd look so good with Barbie hair?
I stared at him in silence for a few moments before giving him an awkward wave.
"Y/N!"
I could have sworn his voice got deeper, but I didn't have time to mull over the thought really as he scooped me into a big embrace. It knocked the wind out of me -- in a good way. "Nice to see you too, Taehyung," I mumbled into his chest. He smelled like laundry with a hint of musk.
It was strange seeing him in shorts and a tee, legs and arms so bare. Had he always been so tan?
It was our mother's ideas to catch up over lunch, and although my books were practically screaming at me, I decided to be a little careless and enjoy some time with my long lost friend. It seemed like Taehyung always brought out the irresponsible side of me.
"So how've you been?" Taehyung asked expectantly.
I had never been a fan of small talk, but there was no other way to really begin the conversation. "Alright, I guess. Studying mostly. Actually, only studying.."
"Ah, so once I left, you were no longer a genius."
I couldn't help but crack a smile.
"No boyfriend?"
"My textbooks are my boyfriends." I sighed, feeling the nervous guilt of ditching my studies gnawing away at me. I was so determined to get top scores, go to one of the top universities in Seoul, and then the world would be my oyster. It was somewhat reckless to be here comfortably chatting the time away with Taehyung.
He smirked. "Wow, what a player. Didn't think you were like that, Y/N."
I rolled my eyes before a chuckle escaped my lips. "Enough about my boring life. I bet yours has been crazy exciting. With your debut, and... shows... and singing?" It was too obvious I didn't know anything about the idol lifestyle.
"Yes. Shows and singing. Hit the nail right on the head," he joked. There was a brief pause before he sighed. "It's actually more like crazy busy than crazy exciting." I watched his still-beautiful fingers run through his dyed locks. "But yeah on top of shows and singing, it's a lot of promotions right now... We're trying to win Rookie of the Year and just get ourselves more out there... Grow our fanbase, you know?"
He sounded so desperate for a moment that I almost reached out to touch his hand in comfort. I didn't know anything really, but I could tell he worked his ass off every day, and he was hoping more than anything that his efforts would pay off in the end. I could sympathize with that -- we were kind of in the same boat when I thought of it like that, and it was comforting.
"How long are you here for this time?" I asked timidly.
"Three days." A loud sigh left his lips. "I know, short as fuck." He was biting his lip nervously, eyes wandering for few seconds before landing on mine. "And I know you're probably busy as hell, but couldn't you make some time for your fave Kpop idol?" A cheeky grin broke out onto his face, and I was instantly reminded of the Taehyung I had grown so comfortable with last winter.
And just like that, it was so easy to fall back into his trap.
My books were neglected as I spent the next few days with Taehyung. It was like we had fallen back into our old habits -- going to the cafe in the morning, watching I Hear Your Voice or some other drama in the afternoon, and driving to the mountains or downtown in the evening.
He still took his coffee much too sweet. And with the way he comfortably settled in next to me besides the couch, shoulder to shoulder, it was like nothing had changed. By the second day, it felt like he had never even left.
I loved the drives the most. The skies were clear and starry, and with the wind blowing through my hair, going anywhere felt like an adventure. The scenic view of town from the cliffs was different now that it was summer. It was so green and lush, as if the colors had all become more vibrant now that he was back. The days were longer and warm, so we spent more time outside. He treated me to ice cream every day because he was "now a working man," as he called it.
"I missed this," he announced with a sigh, laying back into the grass.
"Hm?" I absentmindedly continued to poke around for the cake bits in my ice cream.
"Just chilling around like this. With you."
The last two words were said so nonchalantly, but they resonated so deeply in my silly heart that my entire body tensed up.
"You're leaving tomorrow, Taehyung."
Was I saying it to remind him... or myself?
He rose from his position and gestured towards the car. "It's good though. You need to study anyway." He grinned. "Genius or nerd, whichever you are, I'm sure you still need to get back to your books. The college exams are in a few months, aren't they?"
I hadn’t known, but he had overheard my mother yelling at me the previous morning for spending all day with him. It hadn't stopped him from distracting me all day today though.
I nodded, swallowing nervously. I didn't want to think about my looming tests and their gravity on my future outlook. With Taehyung, I could enjoy a reprieve from it all. I didn't want him to leave.
"You'll be fine," he murmured softly, hand messily patting my head. "We'll both work hard, and we'll see each other again before we know it."
My eyes were hopeful as I looked up at his golden face. "When's the next time you'll be back?" He wasn't even gone yet, and I was already looking forward to our reunion.
"Hopefully the holidays." His mumbles were laced with uncertainty, and he tried to give me a reassuring smile. "I'll try to keep in touch, Y/N. Much more than last time."
The way he wrapped his arm around my shoulder made me almost believe he would keep his promise.
He didn't. It was only a few days after he returned to Seoul that the texts stopped coming.
I wasn't surprised. From what I heard from Auntie Kim, his group was getting ready for their comeback, and I wasn't in a position to chase for replies either. I was frantically catching up with what I missed, but it didn't help that I'd occasionally get distracted by the thoughts of him already forgetting me.
The leaves turned from green to yellow, oranges, and reds before turning brown and withering off. My birthday passed uneventfully with a casual text from Taehyung. I traded in loose shorts for leggings and sweats, and pulled out my winter gear from the back of the closet. Other than my clothes, however, nothing changed much. Day in and day out, my nose was buried in textbooks, my hand deathly sore from writing notes.
It felt unreal when the examination day finally came. I woke up like any other day, but instead of heading to the school library with books in tow, I headed there with only a few last minute notes and a pencil case. Basically every other kid in my year was walking down the streets with me, hearts nervously thumping as we all knew the test we faced would determine our future.
My phone vibrated in my pocket, and I was reminded to turn it off. But at the sight of the familiar name that hadn't graced my screen in months, my heart fluttered.
[08:16AM] From: Taehyung
Good luck genius
It was nice to think that he was somewhere in the capital city thinking about me this early in the morning.
With a happy heart, I powered down my mobile device. Perhaps this exam would be my ticket to Seoul, a little closer to Taehyung.
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I’m really struggling in life and this blog, specifically in regards to Mary, has become my only safe space and reprieve from life. I truly thank you. I wish I had a real life Mary in my life. Heck, it would even be a comfort just knowing that someone like Mary exists in general, even if I didn’t get to know her personally. Anyway thanks for listening to my ramble. Sorry it’s a bit depressing. Hope you have a nice day. -V
anon, i wish i knew what to say. i’m so sorry you’re struggling and i wish there was more i could do to alleviate that pain but i’m glad mary can be some comfort to you rn. i promise that people like her really do exist! kindness is out there and though it’s rly hard, staying open to it and inviting it in when you can WILL bring it into your life. but i know that’s easy for me to say bc i’m not in your situation. i just hope things get better for you, and i’m sending you all my good thoughts.
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Can I ask what the story was behind your latest post with Kole and Sol?? :0 they’re adorable and it looks like there was definitely some dnd drama so I got a little curious lol 🍿 don’t worry if you can’t!! 😊
oho i’m always happy to talk about our dnd games!!! hope you don’t mind me retelling the story in too much detail I got very excited to answer this thank you ;v; under a read more because I went. wild
Rogue Element have been travelling with a couple of NPCs as we chase a lead on Nomi’s (air genasi sorcerer) missing brother Scabscarian, who we know is working as a slave in a prison in Wallowdeep, the city we just arrived in
Anyway our NPC companions had gone to look for supplies earlier in the day and never came back. We chase a lead on them but end up being intercepted by a group of criminals called The Suits, who begin asking us if we’re useful or if we know anybody important, as they intend on selling us for a ransom or as slaves. Discussion happens and they stun us, block our magic, and take us to a ship, on which stands this fucker, Delian, who recognizes Kole.
Delian starts saying that he never thought he’d see him again after Kole betrayed them and threw them all in prison, and he reveals that Kole worked with them as a slaver for some time. He deliberates on what to do with Kole to get back on him - kill one of his friends, or maybe drown him in a cruel twist since Delian had saved Kole from drowning in the past. The party are thrown into a cargo room below deck where they do find their missing NPCs. A fight happens between Kole and Nomi- Nomi feels betrayed because Kole kept the fact that he was a slaver secret, and not only are Kole and Nomi best friends, knowing this stuff could’ve helped her find her brother sooner.
Things seem dire. In the middle of the night, Kole is taken from Sol’s arms and brought above deck to be tortured. Kole has a debilitating fear of water/the ocean since he was nearly drowned in the past, and these slavers tie him up and lower him into the water until he’s close to drowning over and over again. The people below deck can hear Kole screaming all night and Sol is desperately trying to bust down the locked door to get to him
Eventually the slavers get tired and Kole is taken back to the cargo room. The next day, with the help of a pirate captain and a bard we’d met in the city who had contacted us via Sending, we manage to break out this room and fight through everyone on the boat. It’s a long and gruelling battle as half of our magic users can’t use their magic for most of it (kole nearly goes down. multiple times) but we end up killing The Suits and Delian.
We finally have a moment of reprieve. Kole feels guilty for everything so he sits alone on the deck - Sol sits next to him and they have a very Nice and Heartwarming talk and finally tell each other just how much they like each other 😭
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“May all your marshmallows burn.” You choose the ship!
I know this has been in my ask box since December. Sorry for the wait! I got… a little carried away. I sort of wanted to contribute to Pridecember even though I’d never written pride before, but I also wanted to add another ship Cupcake likes, and… my brain chose puff. Which I’d also never written before. Lol.
So, please, enjoy this silly fic about Jounouchi inviting everyone to a campout after Atem returns in a secret bid to get to know him better and promptly getting mad that Atem and Kaiba are “ignoring” him. :v
Post-canon, returned Atem AU, established pride, unestablished puff, 1.8k words.
Excerpt:
“Thought you hated‘em,” said Jounouchi, leering at him.
Kaiba shrugged. “No,I just don’t find them very exciting.” Nonetheless, he extendedhis stick and allowed the marshmallow to ignite. Atem did the same,taking the opportunity to brush shoulders with Kaiba.
“That’s it?Just… ‘not very exciting’?” Jounouchi squinted at Kaiba. “Youfeeling okay?”
Another shrug. Thelittle glance at Atem told Jounouchi everything he needed to know,and the encouraging smile Atem returned? Damning.
Atem crouched by thebonfire. As it flickered, the firelight drew out the shifting,alchemical hue of his eyes, a color Jounouchi had never been able toput a name to. So like Yuugi’s. But the face was different now –familiar, in the abstract, a song he could recall only in fragments.As Jounouchi watched, Atem inched closer to the fire.
“Just, uh… becareful,” said Jounouchi, wringing his hands. He knew,realistically, that Atem understood the boundaries of his physicalform – even before he remembered himself, he’d piloted Yuugi’sbody, after all. But part of him still worried, especially now thatAtem was mortal again – as far as any of them could tell. Jounouchiwasn’t eager to test it.
“It’s alright,Jounouchi. I can handle myself around fire.” A smile played onAtem’s lips.
“Right.”Jounouchi flushed. Atem had probably been around a lot more firesthan Jounouchi ever had, now that he could remember them. “So, youwant to-” He paused as Atem moved back and settled beside Kaiba.Several quilts were spread around the makeshift campsite (which wasreally just a secluded corner of the Kaiba estate), but of courseKaiba had taken up residence on the one furthest from Jounouchi. Ofcourse Atem had to join him.
“To what?” Atemblinked up at him, still smiling. At least he looked eager enough.
“Maybe… roastsome marshmallows?” Jounouchi indicated the bag at his feet,alongside several clean sticks he had gathered earlier in the day.
Atem rubbed hishands together. “Sure! That’s definitely something I’ve neverdone before. I’ve never had a marshmallow at all.”
“They’re hardlyremarkable.” Kaiba scooted a little closer to Atem. “Just sugar.”
“You’re hardlyremarkable!” snapped Jounouchi, waving a stick in Kaiba’sdirection. “Don’t listen to him. Marshmallows are great,especially over a fire.”
“Can’t wait,”Atem said, letting his leg touch Kaiba’s. Kaiba said nothing at all– only glanced at Atem, who met his gaze and smiled. This touch wasnot accidental.
Jounouchi sighed andbegan spearing the fluffy confections. Even if he had invitedeveryone, in his heart, he had done this for Atem. He didn’t needto know him to love him. He already did, just as much as he lovedYuugi. Yet, their entire relationship passed in the shadow of oneworld-rending crisis after another. They would always have DuelMonsters, but what else was there? When had there been time foranything else?
It was just… beingalone with him was a little intimidating. What if they reallydidn’t have anything to talk about but Duel Monsters? What if…
He just had to workaround it, that was all. Ease in. Get everyone together. Theimportant thing was that Atem was here again. If it lasted forever –great. But they didn’t know that, and Jounouchi wasn’t going totake any chances this time around. The problem was Kaiba.
(Wasn’t italways?)
He didn’t protestKaiba’s presence here, in theory. Aside from the fact that he letthem use his yard for their faux camping trip, Kaiba could use anyreprieve you lured him into. Jounouchi suspected that, if not forAtem, he wouldn’t be caught dead here.
It wasn’t likeJounouchi begrudged them their happiness, either. Atem was happy– Jounouchi couldn’t deny it. It was even kind of nice to seeKaiba smiling to himself when he thought you weren’t looking. Hecould pretend he didn’t have feelings all he liked, but it wasobvious to anyone who spent five minutes with him that he was one ofthe most emotional people on the planet. They just weren’t usuallypleasant emotions. It was a change of pace, anyway.
But did they have toalways do this? Right in front of him? Leaving him completely out ofthe loop? To make matters worse, it would be a while before anyoneelse arrived. He was the one who organized this, so he came early.Kaiba lived here. And Atem… probably had been here already.
When he handed themtheir sticks, something else troubled him: Kaiba didn’t complain.He didn’t snipe. He just… accepted his.
“Thought you hated‘em,” said Jounouchi, leering at him.
Kaiba shrugged. “No,I just don’t find them very exciting.” Nonetheless, he extendedhis stick and allowed the marshmallow to ignite. Atem did the same,taking the opportunity to brush shoulders with Kaiba.
“That’s it?Just… ‘not very exciting’?” Jounouchi squinted at Kaiba. “Youfeeling okay?”
Another shrug. Thelittle glance at Atem told Jounouchi everything he needed to know,and the encouraging smile Atem returned? Damning.
“Well,” saidJounouchi, “how nice to see the great Kaiba lowering his standardsenough to eat marshmallows with a peasant like me.”
“It’s… not sobad.”
Jounouchi paled. Notonly was Atem flaking out on him, now Kaiba was, too. Not thatJounouchi really wanted to get into it with Kaiba tonight, but theyhad – a certain relationship. It was just how they were. Somethinghe could depend on.
Apparently, though,Kaiba had more important things to concentrate on right now. Likesneaking his gloved hand over Atem’s beneath their coat sleeves. Ifthey thought they were being subtle, Jounouchi would hate to seeobvious. “May all your marshmallows burn,” he whispered.
“What?” askedAtem, head swiveling in Jounouchi’s direction.
“Oh, nothing…nothing at all.” He tried to grin, though it was more of a grimace.There was nothing like witnessing a flirt fest to remind you that youdidn’t have a date for Christmas Eve. Or Valentine’s Day. Or theforeseeable future. Not a single romantic prospect to speak of.
Well. Maybe one. Butthat was – no. Just a little gaming here and there, and even thathad probably only happened because Shizuka had to drop out of thecampaign for a while. If he’d made a habit of staying aftereveryone else left, laughing into the night, enjoying the company ofthe dungeon master… that wasn’t so abnormal, was it?
A rustle drewJounouchi’s attention. Atem sat up now, drawing his hand away fromKaiba, and started forward. “Oh!” With satisfaction, Jounouchinoted that both of their marshmallows had burned… as had hisown.
“Oh, come on…”Jounouchi yanked it out of the fire and blew furiously, feelinganother pang of satisfaction as Atem observed him and did the same,and his heart softened as Atem stared at his charred marshmallow witha furrowed brow. “Aww, don’t worry about it,” he said. “Somepeople even like ‘em burnt. You have to try it at least once,right?”
That did the trick.Atem brightened, and, before Jounouchi could stop him, popped theentire marshmallow into his mouth. His eyes widened, and his handsshot up, hovering in front of his face. “Hot-!”
“You gotta let itcool more than that!” He started to say something else, but Kaibaclutched Atem’s arm in concern, and nobody was looking at Jounouchianymore. Again.
“I’m fine,”said Atem, murmuring thickly around molten sweetness, though therewere tears in his eyes. He swallowed hard and stuck out his tongue,sighing as the cool air washed over it.
“Do you needanything?” asked Kaiba, grabbing Atem’s hand. “A drink?”
If Jounouchi had towatch another minuteof this…
“Hello, everyone!”
There he was. Anangel, here to rescue Jounouchi from this unfolding disaster – tosave him from his loneliness. And also from himself.
“I’m not late,am I?” asked Bakura. His eyes swept over the deserted campsite, andthen – over Atem and Kaiba, hands still entwined. “Ah.” Heflopped down directly beside Jounouchi, who could almost cry. Atleast someone was nice enough to sit with him. Very close, infact. As close as Atem was to Kaiba.
“Not at all,”said Jounouchi, peering down at him. It wasn’t the first time he’ddone this, of late – sitting a little closer to Jounouchi thancircumstance strictly necessitated. Until now, Jounouchi had chosento interpret this innocently: Bakura simply failed to register hisintrusion on Jounouchi’s personal bubble. He was, after all, soeasily distracted. Now, though… with their shoulders nearlytouching… Jounouchi swallowed. “You cold?”
But that wasn’treally the question Jounouchi was asking. Of course he was cold. Itwas cold. He wondered if someone as… self-absorbed as Bakurawould even pick up on it, but the look in his eyes when he noddedbanished all doubts. Steeling himself, Jounouchi draped an arm overBakura’s shoulder, and when Bakura relaxed against him, he relaxed,too. “No one’s really here,” he continued Casting a sharpglance at the others, he added, “We’re hardly even talking.”
“Sorry, I- got alittle distracted,” said Atem, scooching away from Kaiba. “Let’s-”
“No, no, don’ttrouble yourself about me now,” said Jounouchi, frowning.
Atem and Kaibastared at each other, blinking. “Are you… not having a good time,Jounouchi?” Atem asked, genuinely confused. “I just thought-since you and Kaiba don’t get along so well, we were trying to-”
How could Atem be sodense? Jounouchi’s free hand balled into a fist. “Me and Kaibaget along just fine when he’s not ignoring me!”
“Ignoring you?”Kaiba was just as bewildered now. “I thought I was…” Hewrinkled his nose. “’Behaving myself.’” Obviously not hisphrasing. Jounouchi had one guess for whose it was.
“It doesn’treally matter now. You can keep ignoring me. Whatever.” He squeezedBakura’s shoulder. “I have Bakura now.”
Bakura laughed andgave Jounouchi’s arm a mock slap. “Be nice. They’re justenjoying each other’s company.” Atem couldn’t help but smile.Kaiba set his jaw, but he didn’t deny it.
“I guess,”Jounouchi said, narrowing his eyes at them. He couldn’t keep thesulk out of his voice. “It’s just-”
“Shh.” Bakurasnagged a marshmallow out of the bag and shoved it into Jounouchi’smouth.
“Mmph!” Herelaxed and swallowed the marshmallow, flushing deeper as Bakura’sfingers brushed his lips on their way back to the bag. Satisfied,Bakura offered him another, gentler this time. He took it, wide-eyed.
“There,” saidBakura. “That’s better.” Leaning close, he whispered, “Thisweek was awful, and I didn’t sleep at all last night. If you wantto show them up, take advantage of my temporary lack of shame anddesire for companionship.”
“Um,” saidJounouchi, swallowing his marshmallow.
“Even if it’sjust to spite them, you know, I really don’t-”
“No!” saidJounouchi, managing to startle all three of the others, tearingKaiba and Atem from their own whispered conversation. Now thateveryone was looking at him, Jounouchi wasn’t so sure hewanted it anymore. “What’re you waiting for?” he said, wavingdismissively at Atem and Kaiba. “He’s right. Enjoy each other.”
They gave up andscooched back together. Atem’s hand found its way to Kaiba’s– perhaps emboldened by the current state of Jounouchi and Bakura. It wasn’t the end of the world. Jounouchi would have other chances
Bakura, on the otherhand, peered at Jounouchi, head tilted. “No?”
Jounouchi sighed,whispering back. “I mean, it’s not- it’s more than-” Heexhaled, gratefully accepting the marshmallow Bakura extended, givinghim a moment to think. “Are… you doing anything on Christmas?”
#prideshipping#puffshipping#Jounouchi Katsuya#Kaiba Seto#Atem#Bakura Ryou#YuGiOh#nlp fic#mywaywardcupcake#prideship#puffship
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sign up now for a free trial! [part v/vii]
Ben catches feelings and decides to take things to the next level with his long-time roommate, close friend, and occasional hook-up. Rey, ever the more sensible half of the duo, decides that they should make sure a relationship between them won’t be a total disaster first.
What they need is a trial run.
Featuring: awkward run-ins with a family member, even more awkward holidays with the whole family, and fluff. So much fluff. All the fluff.
It’s the Christmas Eve episode! Featuring: Luke and Leia being little shits, Luke and Chewie being little shits, and Han’s first appearance. Also, yet another lazy-mornings-in-bed scene because what’s the point of winter break if not to sleep in and fool around?
Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV
Also available on AO3.
On Christmas Eve, Rey and Ben find themselves on the receiving end of a rather rude awakening.
The morning starts normally enough. Rey blinks away her disorientation at waking up in an unfamiliar environment and rolls around to find Ben leaning against the headboard, phone in hand.
“Morning,” she mumbles, even though it’s probably lost amidst the little sounds she makes as she stretches her sleepy limbs. When she opens her eyes it’s to find Ben giving her the softest smile possible, the one she’d never even seen before this week.
“Morning, sweetheart,” he replies, ducking down to press a kiss to her temple as Rey sighs happily. After a while she coaxes her body upright and reaches blindly for the glass of water she’d left on her nightstand last night. Ben sets aside his phone as she moves to join him, and in a blur of reaching hands and sleepy kisses Rey finds herself in his lap.
She lets her eyes close as Ben leans in to rest his forehead against hers, their noses brushing together and his hair falling forward to block out the outside world. “What time is it?” Rey asks, her lips moving against the corner of his mouth.
“Just past nine,” Ben tells her, hands settling on her waist. She hums in acknowledgement, her hazy mind more interested in kissing than speaking, and he gladly obliges. Cliché and corny though it may sound, time ceases to exist whenever she kisses Ben. It used to worry her, the way she could get lost in him for what could have been anything from five minutes to an hour, with no way of telling which it was until she found the will to pull herself away. Now she chases after that oblivion, sinks into it and relishes the fact that she’s allowed to get carried away with Ben, to lose herself in the way it feels to be with him.
And for the longest time she does, she allows herself to lose all sense of time and being and the outside world, until–
“Ben!” Luke calls, his voice mock-stern as he pounds his fist against the door in quick succession. “Ben, you better not be splitting my favorite student in half with that thing!”
Rey’s eyes fly open, and she can’t tell if she’s flushed from kissing Ben or if the heat in her cheeks is a blush brought on by her professor’s implication that his nephew is–
“Go away!” Ben growls right before he tips forward to hide his face in her neck.
Luke bursts into laughter, loud, self-congratulating guffaws that reach their ears even as his voice grows fainter with distance.
“How does he know…?” Rey finally brings herself to ask, even though she’s not quite sure she wants the answer to that question.
Ben lets his head fall back against the headboard with a thud. “Have you heard about the weirdos who insist on using the urinal right next to you even when the rest of the bathroom is unoccupied?”
She nods, the movement slow with trepidation.
“My uncle is one of those weirdos,” Ben announces with a weary sigh, dragging his hand down his face. After a moment he peeks out at her from between his fingers and asks, almost sheepishly, “Did he ruin the mood?”
“Hmm, let’s see,” Rey flashes him a smirk as she very, very slowly and deliberately rolls her hips against him just once. “Not for you, obviously,” she points out unnecessarily.
Ben swallows visibly. “And for you?” he rasps, his throat dry.
Rey shrugs. “I mean, they’re going to assume we did anyway, right?” she says, words somewhat muffled as she pulls off her top. “Might as well.”
“Might as well,” Ben agrees and this time, there are no interruptions.
“How nice of you two to finally join us!” Luke crows as they enter the kitchen, earning himself a slap on the arm from a passing Leia.
“Grow up, will you?” Leia snaps at her brother before she turns to them. “There’s some coffee left in the pot, but you’ll probably have to make more. There would have been food left too, if my idiot brother here had just called you two down for breakfast when I asked him to.”
Luke crosses his arms under Leia’s withering glare. “What? You said to wake them up and I did. You never said how.”
Completely ignoring his family, Ben places a hand on the small of Rey’s back and guides her to the far end of the kitchen, where the fridge and stove are. “Eggs sound okay?”
“Eggs sound great,” she smiles, and Ben tells her to go ahead and pull whatever she wants out of the fridge while he hunts down the required kitchenware. The large kitchen – which Rey had found just as intimidating as the rest of the house when she first saw it yesterday – allows them some measure of privacy from Luke and Leia, even though she thinks she can still sense the occasional pair of eyes watching her and Ben as they work around each other with practiced ease.
“By the way,” Leia says a few minutes later, while Ben is cooking up their omelets and Rey is pulling out plates and cutlery. “Your father arrived earlier this morning. He’s out running some errands with Chewie, but he should be back before the party starts.”
“Okay,” Ben shrugs, keeping his back to his mother and his eyes on the stove. When she walks past him to gather glasses for orange juice, Rey discreetly runs her hand along his back and watches the way his shoulders relax.
“What time is the party starting?” she asks Leia in a bid to distract her, and even though Leia’s eyes tell her she knows exactly what Rey is doing, she plays along anyway.
“People usually start arriving at three, but those are mainly constituents and their kids, donors, small business owners – work guests, basically,” Leia explains. “Most of them only stay an hour or two – we’ve had some stragglers in the past, but by seven it’s completely family and friends.”
“And that’s when the real party starts,” Luke chimes in, setting down his newspaper.
Leia sighs. “That’s when Luke gets tipsy,” she corrects her brother with a pointed look, to which Luke merely shrugs.
“Anyway, we’ve still got a few things to do before we’re ready for guests,” Leia tells Rey as Ben plates their omelets. “Just some of the stuff we didn’t get around to last night; it shouldn’t take too long. Oh, and the caterers are coming at noon, so hurry up and eat before they take over this place and kick you out.” As if on cue, Ben hands Rey her plate and they join his family at the table.
While they eat, Rey tries to recall the to-do list Leia had presented her and Ben with after dinner last night, the one they’d both helped her work on until one in the morning. There shouldn’t be much left, just small things like making sure all the off-limits rooms are locked and displaying all of the holiday cards Leia has received.
Later Rey finds that she has severely underestimated the number of rooms there are in the Organa mansion and the amount of cards a well-loved Senator like Leia receives during the holiday season. She and Ben are left to sort the cards – “Ben knows the system,” Leia tells her – and display them around the entirety of the first floor, a task which takes them the better part of an hour.
Rey doesn’t mind. If nothing else, it’s a reprieve from the twins tag-teaming her and Ben with their endless teasing. She tells Ben as much when he apologizes for dragging her into this, and he shakes his head.
“Oh, sweetheart,” Ben sighs, carefully arranging a card on the mantel so that the bright, messy crayon scrawl of Leia’s young supporter is clearly visible to all guests – including the majority of the local paper’s staff. “This is nothing. Just wait till my uncle gets drunk.”
She laughs and calls him a drama queen, because how bad can things get?
So, so bad.
To be fair, the first half of the party actually goes pretty well. There’s a moment, early on, when Han walks in through the front doors just as Rey and Ben come downstairs and the tension in the air makes her feel like they’ve stepped on a landmine. But then Han takes one look at their joined hands and his lips twitch with a poorly concealed grin.
“Finally,” he mutters, and when they meet him at the bottom of the stairs he claps Ben on the shoulder, nods at Rey with a smile, and says, “Good for you, kids.”
It’s a major crisis averted, and it’s the only notable moment from the first four hours of Leia’s party. Ben spends most of the afternoon playing the part of the Senator’s dutiful son, and Rey alternates between standing at his side while he makes small talk and hanging out with Luke, who watches from the sidelines and barely ever interacts with anyone.
“Don’t you know anyone here?” she asks her professor at some point, and he shakes his head.
“These are Leia’s people,” Luke says, a small smile lighting up his face as he spots his sister amidst a sea of people, effortlessly winning the hearts of her fellow Alderaanians. “Alderaan has always been her home, but it’s only home to me because it’s hers. You’ve heard the story, haven’t you, about how we were raised separately?”
Rey nods. “She was adopted by the previous Senator Organa, while you grew up with distant relatives in Tatooine.”
“Tatooine never really felt like home either,” the older man confides in her. “For the longest time it was all I knew, it was pretty much my whole world, but it still wasn’t home. You probably know what that’s like,” Luke turns to her expectantly, the way he would in class whenever he knew she had the answer he was looking for.
“I do,” Rey agrees quietly. It’s easy for her to understand Luke’s complicated feelings on Tatooine, easy to compare them to her own feelings on Jakku and Niima House. For so long the orphanage had been both a roof over her head and a cell she couldn’t escape from, and Jakku used to feel like all there was, all there ever would be. It remains a small, desolate town in an endless desert of small, desolate towns, all of them left to suffer the same fate Alderaan had been heading towards before Leia stepped up.
Maybe that’s why Rey has always thought so highly of Leia; some part of her had been hoping, waiting for Jakku to get a Leia Organa of its own, for someone to save the town and all of its inhabitants. It never happened, of course, and eventually Rey grew sick of waiting for someone to rescue her and found a way to rescue herself instead.
But she doesn’t tell Luke any of that, choosing to remain in contemplative silence with him until the next time Ben summons her to his side with a wide-eyed please save me look.
Just a few short hours later, that quiet, contemplative Luke is nowhere to be found. Instead there’s tipsy-bordering-on-drunk Luke trying to be stealthy as he tracks Rey and Ben across the house, waiting for the perfect moment before he bellows, “Chewie, now!”
Ben’s Uncle Chewbacca – the tallest man Rey’s ever met, taller somehow than Ben himself – appears out of nowhere, a feat that should be impossible for a man his size, to dangle a sprig of mistletoe over their heads.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Ben groans as Leia’s guests start cheering and wolf-whistling and calling out for them to kiss.
“Leave the kids alone,” Han grouses as he reappears from the kitchen with a glass of whisky in one hand and a bottle of the stuff in the other. Unlike his brother-in-law, however, Ben’s father can actually handle his alcohol, and he shoots Luke a glare eerily similar to the one Rey’s caught Leia directing at her brother throughout the evening.
Luke has the utter gall to look hurt. “I just want to see my favorite nephew–”
“Only nephew,” Ben mutters under his breath.
“–and my favorite student–”
“Then why’d you give me an A minus,” Rey grumbles to herself.
“–be happy together!”
Ben glares at his uncle. “We were managing that perfectly fine without you,” he points out before turning to Chewie. “And you! What are you doing?”
Chewbacca shrugs, obstinately keeping the mistletoe right above them. “Just proud to finally see you with a girl,” he rumbles in that nearly unintelligible accent Rey vaguely remembers encountering in Jakku, the only reason she’s able to understand him at all.
“See, this is why I never come home for the holidays,” Ben mutters. The guests have lost interest at this point, but Ben, Han, Luke, and Chewie are caught in a four-way staring contest that’s getting more ridiculous by the second, and Leia’s disappeared god knows where with Maz so she’s not coming to the rescue anytime soon, and frankly Rey is just done with this.
She braces one hand against Ben’s chest and surges forward to plant a kiss to the corner of his mouth, mindful of his probable discomfort when it comes to overt displays of affection in a roomful of people he grew up around.
“There,” Rey announces, crossing her arms at Luke. “Now go sober up, professor. This is ridiculous.”
Luke’s eyes gleam with mischief and satisfaction. “Oh, I’m not drunk. It’s just so much easier to get my way when I pretend I am.”
And with that, he and Chewie wander off into the next room.
“What just– did he just –” Rey sputters at their retreating forms, turning to Ben once they’ve disappeared.
“I told you it would get worse,” Ben reminds her, albeit apologetically.
Han sighs. “Welcome to the family, Rey. Sorry you had to make the same mistake I did,” he tells her, pressing his glass of whisky into the hand that’s not still on Ben’s chest.
“Mistake?” She asks Ben once his father has left them.
“Falling for an Organa-Skywalker,” he clarifies, equal parts cocky and in disbelief as if he still hasn’t fully wrapped his mind around it. “And getting stuck with the crazy relatives.”
“Please tell me that’s as crazy as it gets,” Rey pleads, leaning into Ben’s side for support.
Ben wraps an arm around her waist to hold her steady. “I wish I could.”
Luke and Chewie try the mistletoe ambush four more times before the evening is up, determined to make Ben and Rey kiss for real – their words, not hers – in front of everyone.
By the time they finally get under the covers, Rey is utterly exhausted and seriously beginning to reconsider her decision to come here. But at least it’s over and done with, right? And it’s just as she told Ben: if their budding relationship can survive this, they’ll be able to make it through anything.
Warmed by the thought, Rey allows herself a sigh of relief as Ben reaches out to draw her to his chest.
“Good night, Ben,” she whispers, her eyes drifting shut.
���Get some rest, sweetheart,” he murmurs against her temple, sounding just as tired as she feels. “Tomorrow we get to do this all over again.”
Rey’s eyes snap wide open in horror.
I feel like I had a little too much fun channeling Mark "Naughty Nephew" Hamill in this chapter and it's really messed with Luke's characterization, so I apologize for that.
Actually I apologize for all 2500+ words of this chapter, because what even was this? You guys were expecting fun shenanigans and your regularly-scheduled fluff, and this madness is what happened instead. I'm so, so sorry.
Berate me in the comments if you must. Or just say hi, that's always nice. And thank you again for the latest round of comments - those always make my day.
See you guys tomorrow, when Han and Ben cause a little ~drama at the table during Christmas lunch.
#reylo#ben solo x rey#ben x rey#kylo ren x rey#kylo x rey#modern au#star wars#rey#kylo ren#ben solo#fic: sign up now for a free trial#my fics
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