#Mostly angst sry

[fyodorso1ratao3]

Hi

This is chapter one of my fyozai AO3 fic (fluff+angst):

jsyk, this chapter is mostly angst and barely any fyodor, but thats bcs its only the first chapter

TW: implied/referenced sh, violence/slight gore???, dissociation

“So ...is that anaemic jackass dead?” Chuuya’s impatient voice sounded from behind him. 

“Yeah, Fyodor is no doubt dead.” He was sure Fyodor was dead, yet somehow, it didn’t feel...real. 

“I see.” 

Nikolai was also stood behind him, approaching from the side of the tower. Dazai reached down and picked up Fyo - Dostoevsky's arm. 

He didn’t know why, but Dazai felt emotionless - he wasn’t exactly sad, although he would miss being able to have a challenging round of chess. He just felt...empty. 

“Congrats Nikolai.” He couldn’t let his smile drop - not yet at least. “You wanted to kill him, didn’t you?”  

“Yeah, I certainly did. Although, at the same time, I didn’t.” Nikolai reached out, taking Fyodor’s disembodied arm from him. “No, you’re right. Fyodor and I... we never exchanged many words. But still, my life since meeting him has felt like... nothing I did before had the same purpose as it did afterwards.” 

Dazai knew what he meant. 

There would never again be anyone quite like Fyodor Dostoevsky. 

“Fyodor was right,” Nikolai’s words snapped Dazai out of his inner monologue. “He told me I fought so I could lose myself.” Nikolai placed Fyo – Dostoevsky's arm to his face. “And so now, I just... ” 

Dazai turned and walked away from the helicopters remains. 

“Not going to grace us with your usual snarkiness?” 

“Nah. Don’t feel like it.” He didn’t feel like doing anything at that moment, it was as if Dostoevsky had taken Dazai’s happiness with him onto that helicopter.  “I’d better take the antidote now.” 

It didn’t feel like it really mattered anymore, but still, Fyodor wasn’t quite a beautiful lady for him to die with. 

Beautiful he might have been, but still... 

Anyways, it wouldn’t be double suicide, just... double death. 

Fyodor had wanted to live after all, whilst Dazai didn’t really care. 

One of the only major differences between them. Dazai didn’t usually like to admit, even to himself, how similar they were, but now Fyodor was dead, it didn’t matter. 

But Fyodor had chosen to use his intelligence to force his own botched sense of justice upon the world, using his pawns to target ‘sinners’, whereas Dazai used his to attempt to save as many lives as possible.  

Once he was past Chuuya, he could finally let that bright smile drop from his face. 

He didn’t miss Dostoevsky exactly - well, he missed being able to interact with someone as smart as himself and he missed being able to understand another human being, but – okay, maybe he missed Fedya a bit. 

Fedya?!  

He sighed, shaking his head.  

Why did he call Dostoevsky Fedya?!  

“Something wrong Dazai?” 

Chuuya startled him out of his thoughts.  

“ Chuuya-sannn , I was just thinking of how short you are!” 

“YOU-”  

Dazai quickly reached for his pocket, about to pretend to get a call – Crap. He had forgotten he was still in his prison clothes.  

“ Chuuya-sannn , I’ve got to leave, now.” 

“Need a ride?” 

“Yes, please.” 

Dazai was thankful for Chuuya’s company on the ride home.  

Chuuya could tell something was wrong, Dazai could tell by the fact that Chuuya kept talking with him even though he brushed him off multiple times. 

Chuuya didn’t know what was wrong, though. Hell, Dazai didn’t even know himself. 

That night, he dreamt of Fedya. 

“Dazai dear, did you miss me?”  

Fedya was standing almost uncomfortably close to him, his piercing violet eyes gazing deep into his soul.  

“Ah, I see.” Dazai responded, quickly adjusting to the situation. “You just can’t keep yourself away from me.”  

Fedya’s eyes suddenly coldened further, Dazai could even have sworn he saw a spark of red amongst the magenta.  

“Homosexuality is a sin.”  

Fyodor’s upper lip curled slightly as his posture stiffened. “I would never commit such a sin.”  

“Ah well.” Dazai shrugged and crossed his arms. “Well, if you ever change your mind...”  

Fedya’s cloak (Since when did he wear that? That’s really tacky.) swayed as he leant back, now standing fully upright.  

“I-”  

Dazai walked into the bathroom and splashed some water onto his face, mentally preparing himself for the workday. Ugh.  

He raised his head, staring at his damp reflection in the mirror as water dripped from a strand of his wavy brown hair.  In the golden morning light coming from the small bathroom window, it seemed almost red.  

Suddenly, behind him in the mirror he saw a glimpse of sparkling magenta. He spun around quickly, knocking the mirror to the floor where it shattered into a million fractals of light.  

Fuck. He was hallucinating again. 

He slumped to the floor, his body splayed limply upon the tiles. 

Why am I... disappointed?  

I was the man that killed him, why-?  A heavy weight rested in his stomach, pulling him down into the depths of despair. 

His head felt clouded, like it had yesterday. 

His thoughts spiralled around his head, overpowering yet numbing at the same time.  

A heavy weight rested in his stomach, pulling him down into the depths of despair. He couldn’t breathe, thoughts running away from him as he lay helplessly on the floor, unable to think, to move, to even feel. His body was frozen, barely noticing the glass digging into his back and numb to the warm blood seeping into his clothes. 

His vision started blurring as tears fell from his eyes, leaving silvery trails on his already moist skin. 

Yet he wasn’t sad, just... empty. 

He needed to feel something, anything.  

His gaze alighted on a sharp, glittering shard.   

Dazai went to work with a new, unseen bloom of red staining the otherwise pristine bandages winding around his upper arm. 

The fragments of metal and glass lay on the floor of Dazai’s bathroom amidst a pool of blood, reflecting light around the ivory room. 

In the glass you could see the room’s reflection from a hundred different angles, shattered into a million different pieces. 

The room’s reflection, alongside a glimmer of magenta and a flash of navy blue. 

“Well, isn’t this interesting.”  

On the outside, Dazai looked especially cheerful that day.  

On the inside, he wanted to cry. 

“Kunikida-kunnn-”  

“Kunikida-kunn-” 

“Kunikida-kunnn-”  

Kunikida finally snapped, whirling around with a murderous glint in his eye. 

“ OSAMU DAZAI, IF ALL YOU’RE GOING TO DO ALL DAY IS BE ANNOYING, YOU MIGHT AS WELL GO HOME.” 

“Okay!” 

Atsushi winced as Dazai skipped cheerfully out of the room. 

‘Kunikida-kunn’ sighed, lifting up his glasses and rubbing his eyes. 

“Sometimes, Dazai makes me want to die.” 

“You should probably go after him if you don’t want him to go home;” Ranpo interjected, looking up from his bag of mochi. 

“No, it’s fine. I don’t have the energy to deal with him. I’ll just let him go.” 

Dazai lay on the rug of his apartment, staring blindly at the ceiling. 

He didn’t know why, but he felt depressed; even more than usual. A tear slowly spread across his eye, turning his vision blurry as the film obscured his sight. The room was slowly blurring into simple blocks of blank colour.  

The salty tears ran down his face, slowly seeping into his hair as he softly sobbed, each spasm shaking his body almost painfully. 

His breathing was jagged and irregular, too shallow and fast, making him feel dizzy and faint.  

He felt like he was slowly falling out of his life, a simple side character in the story of someone else’s life, detached and unimportant. 

Shitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshit.  

It had been a while since he last felt like this, but it was not a new sensation; almost as far from it as possible. Like a watchful parent, always just over his shoulder.

Usually he was with someone else, both Kunikida and Chuuya knew what to do if he began to feel like this. 

But by himself, he couldn’t do anything at all to stop this indescribable feeling of despair from dragging him ever deeper.

“You really should check on him,” Ranpo insisted. 

“Alright, fine-” 

A loud ring interrupted him from Ranpo’s bag. 

“Oooh, Poe’s calling me!” 

Ranpo dived under the table to answer the call from his supposed ‘rival’. 

They act more like lovers than rivals; Kunikida thought. Oh well. I’d better see if Dazai is alright.  

Suddenly, Dazai felt a hand running through his hair, bringing him back almost immediately.   

His breath began to calm, his tears slowly drying.  

Once his vision began to clear, Dazai felt the hand move away and he heard steps walking away from him. 

He shakily rose up on his elbows, his breath still unsteady but almost normal. 

His vision was clear enough to just catch the edge of a cloak as it flew from the faceless figure as they leapt out the window, unwilling to be seen. 

Without a second thought, he leapt out the window after the figure. 

The harsh wind ripped open his eyelids, causing fresh tears to leak out his eyes. 

His vision began to fade, splotches of black filling the gaps in his vision as his oxygen-deprived brain struggled to come up with an explanation for what the hell just happened. 

The last thing he saw before he blacked out was a pair of sparkling magenta eyes. 

That rat bastard?!  

Oh shit, I fell right into his trap.  

Suddenly, as he was only about two floors away from the ground, he heard Kunikida’s voice screaming his name  

“DAZAI!!”  

Oh sh-  

If you want to read more, you can find it on AO3 here!

[wooyoungisbaby]

Top 5 ateez fics you've ever read 👀

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oh gosh that's really hard!! so like, my tumblr fanfic tag is here, if you wanna peruse. The ones i chose for this are all smutty (or about to be, lol), except from one of the extras at the end u_u i mostly read smut u__u

Whichever Way by @igbylicious Kinky neighbours!Woosan x fem reader · smut and plot · it says on each chapter how may words are in them, i'm not gonna add them all together sry <3 also it's ongoing Im insane about this :'))) it's very smut focused but there's so much depth to it! Reader has a whole personality of her own, and Woosan are portrayed so wonderfully and aaaa i'm just, so fond of them :'))

Opposites Attract by @beenbaanbuun Addams!Matz x fem feader · smut and plot · 7k plus a bunch of drabbles · cool ass worldbulding!! I have Many thoughts about this universe :')) and none of them are anywhere in the bible.

Cast Out by beanguni on AO3 Yunho/Mingi · angst and smut · plot too! whoa · 37k · soulmates college/uni au

We Got Innocence For Days by,,, coffeekitten on AO3, @coffee-addict-kitten iS THAT YOU?? Wooyoung/everyone, polycule · omegaverse · 23k, ongoing · angst, eventual smut Omega Wooyoung gets "adopted" by the rest of the polycule all of whom are alphas, and i hAVE FEELINGS. Woo is a shadow of his normal self in this, it's heart breaking. He's so meek and reserved, and so ashamed of many parts of who he is. It's focused on Wooyoung beginning to heal from his trauma, and learning to embrace himself, lovingly aided by the other members.

The Feeling You Bring by moonrisematz on AO3 Matz · Horny Hongjoong :) · smut · 15k Hongjoong discovers that his bestie, Seonghwa, is into edging, and he starts to have thoughts™ and well. it gets real horny

More delicious treats bc i have zero self restraint: On Me · Hongjoong/reader pegging Princess · sub!Mingi/reader The Ring · bottom!Hwa/reader Can Someone Just Embrace Me? · Yeosang and everyone · angst, no smut Don't Stop · Woo/Hongjoong · mean dom joong Under My Skin · same desc as above tbh Froot · Wooyoung/Seonghwa mostly · dom Hwa making Wooyoung sit still and shut up Muzzled · Woo/San/Yunho · puppy play with bratty sub Wooyoung Tool Thrash · Woo/Hwa/Yeo/everyone · Hwa belts Woo's ass, Yeosang helps them out a little as a treat Acts of Service · Woo/Hwa · gool ol smut

...im gonna sit down and make a proper rec list at some point

[runa-falls]

Soo, (reffing to fluffer ff) how do you think the boys would react if they couldn't request you because you're working with somebody else or if they see you working with someone else?

ooooh shitttttt 🫢 alright, let's explore that shall we?

a/n: uhhh….i’m so sorry that this took so long omg 😭 i love you nonnie, i just forgor~ i'm making a second part to this where they find out reader was an amateur porn star before she became a fluffer :3 it's mostly all smut ngl, so anyway...

cw: explicit smut w/ jake only.. sry marc/steven hoes (18+), jealous!marc [angst, fluff], soft!steven [fluff[, out-of-pocket!jake [straight smut], inaccurate depiction of sex work, dirty talk, not proof-read!!

w/c: 1.7k [my baddd]

Fluffing for Others:

Being a fluffer was your job before you met the boys and you continued to do it after. The thing is, after you met the boys, you were so busy working with them that your already limited work schedule had no space for other clients.

But occasionally, one of your earlier clients will request you months in advance for a big project, and you have no reason to decline them (that is, until the boys convince you to stop working).

Marc [slight angst, fluff]:

"Sorry baby, I can't make it Tuesday, I have another client--"

Marc was just telling you about his next production that's set to film in the next few days.

Of course, he springs the gig on you just as it's about to happen.

He always does this, assuming you'd be free, and happy to join him. He never gives you more than a week to prepare, and usually you're fine with it. But this time, you're busy.

"Wait, another client?" You nod, but he's still not getting it, like he can't believe his ears. "Like a different client? Like an 'outside of this body' client?" You sigh.

Of course, he's reacting like this.

"Yes Marc, an old friend called and booked me for the week. I put it on the joint calendar, didn't you see it?" His eyebrows furrow as he takes in your words. "He's doing a movie length exclusive, so he called way in advance."

"But...but what about me?" He pouts -- literally pouts -- as he walks closer to you, backing you against the kitchen counter.

You raise a brow, "What about you?"

"What am I gonna do?" His hands hold you by the waist, pulling you close while he nuzzles his nose against your neck. He does this when he's trying to comfort himself -- buries his face against your body and holds you close.

He's so dramatic.

"Don't be so whiney, Marc. A girl's gotta work too." He hmphs in discontent as he hoists you onto the edge of the counter. You loop your arms around his neck easily and make him look at you. His soft brown eyes shyly meet yours, "I don't complain when you fuck your co-workers."

"That's--"

You send him a warning look, "I swear to god if you say it's different..."

"No, you're right, honey..." He's sheepish when he looks at you, realizing how his jealousy got the best of him once again. "I just...want you all to myself sometimes." You peck him on the cheek, then his jaw, then his neck, suppressing a smile as he leans into you with a sigh. He's so easy.

"I'm yours, baby." His hands squeeze at your waist at those words. He loves hearing you say that. Loves that you're here in his kitchen, always ready to receive his needy affection.

"So... are you free next week?"

You snort.

"Marc, you can't keep moving your productions for me. You could always find another back-up fluffer..."

"Not doing it without you." He mumbles, lips brushing against yours.

You lean into him and your noses nudge against each other. You're not quite kissing him, but when you're looking into his eyes like this, it feels just as intimate.

"Yeah, I'm free."

He grins, "Good. It's a date." He captures your lips in his and you wrap your legs around his hips to pull him closer.

---

Steven [fluff!]:

Telling Steven was pretty easy. He knew about it before you even told him, seeing it on the 'family calendar' that you forced each boy to join.

"You need a ride to production Monday? I could call you an early cab as we don't have a car and all. Don't want you to have to catch the bus."

Steven is lying next to you, having woken up in the body this morning. He's always been more of a morning person compared to the other boys, despite looking perpetually tired.

"Aw, thanks honey, but I'm fine. Their sending a company car since it's such a long filming schedule." You snuggle up closer to him, craving his warmth from the morning coolness that blows through the flat. He lets you settle against him, wrapping an arm around your torso.

"A company car? ...fancy."

"Anything is fancier than our usual walk and transit ride." You giggle against the thin fabric of his shirt, slightly muffling your words with how closely you cling to him.

Steven is dressed in Marc's pajamas: a tight undershirt and briefs, clothes you rarely get to see Steven in when he's fronting. Usually, he prefers looser clothing made of soft and comfy materials.

You can't complain though. Seeing Steven (unintentionally) show off his built body while acting all cozy and sweet makes you heat with want.

"You don't mind I'm working for other clients again?"

He tilts his head as if he's just now considering it.

"No, why would I? It's your job, just like how I have mine."

You pause, surprised by how cool he is with it.

"Oh...yeah."

“I actually thought you'd be doing this more often..." You look up at him, meeting his soft and sleepy gaze, "I mean, I thought everyone would be requesting you." He whispers, unsure if you'd appreciate his comments.

You hum, "I only had one company that hired me as a general assistant and only three regulars." You smile at him, remembering the first time you met him, "But then I met you guys, and you took over my whole life."

"...Then we met you, and now you're our life." Your heartbeat picks up at his words. It feels like something is squeezing at your chest in the most pleasant way possible.

Steven never realizes how poet and sweet he can be. You truly believe he just says whatever is on his mind.

"But you still work, and I still need to work..."

"You’re so beautiful, sweetheart, anyone would be lucky to be in your presence, let alone touched by you.”

You bite your bottom lip, hard.

How can he say such wonderful things? Make you feel so tender and loved that you could fall apart under his gentle gaze?

Intense emotions tighten in the back of your throat and all you can do is hold him closer, clutch him until he can feel what you're unable to voice.

"I love you, Steven. You know that right?" It's barely rasped out, but he hears it.

"Of course, darling." He pecks the top of your head, "You know I love you more, though."

A smile pulls at your lips, "Impossible. I love you so much you can't even comprehend it."

He chuckles before offering his rebuttal, "Well actually..."

---

Jake (NSFW 18+):

Jake took it as well as you thought he would...

His hand squeezes lightly at the sides of your throat, testing the waters as he continues to rapidly thrust into you. You wince as his fingers dig into the fresh bruises that he suckled into your skin earlier.

“Bet they wish they could fuck you like this...feel you quiver around their cock," You groan as he angles his cock to drag against the walls of your cunt, expertly nudging against that explosive spot inside of you. "But they can’t, because your mine, right honey?”

You nod wordlessly, barely able to comprehend what he said.

He buries himself deep inside of you with a huff and holds himself there until you're squirming under him. "Right?" He grits out, frustrated with your lack of response.

Your body shakes as his cock continues to press flush against the back of your cunt, sending sparks of overwhelming pleasure all over. You feel so full, completely stretched, and filled to the brim; you can barely move without crying out.

"Yes, yes, please, Jake, I'm yours--"

He pulls out briefly before swiftly pushing back in and it feels like you had the wind knock out of you. "That's right, baby, take it. Show 'em who you belong to."

You shutter out breathes as he works himself into your body, holding you down so you can't move a muscle without him knowing. Sloppy sounds remind you just how needy you are for him, how much you love it when he treats you like this.

Jake lets you go and work for clients, but he'll be damned if you go without his mark on you. Without a physical reminder that you're his.

It's not that he doesn't trust you, he just doesn't trust them.

You're the perfect woman, someone he couldn't resist when he was just a client to you. So how can he be sure your other clients won't try to woo you like he did?

"Fuck, honey," He growls, grinding his hips against yours, wanting to be as close to you as possible so he can cum deep inside of you. "You're so good to me, letting me do this when you gotta be on set in an hour..."

Your head is tilted back, and eyes are closed tight as you desperately try to hold back your orgasm, waiting for him. You whine as he rubs your clit, legs trembling around him.

"Please, Jake, cum for me...c-cum inside..."

"You gonna keep it all in for me, baby? Keep me stuffed inside of you as you jerk some loser off?" You cry, clenching around him as he coos at you, unable to hold back anymore.

"Mm... that’s right, honey, let go. Go ahead, soak me." He grunts when he feels you flutter around him and pushes in deeper, enjoying how tight you get when he talks dirty to you.

You writhe pathetically under him as you ride out your high, whimpering as he sharply fucks a few last thrusts into you before painting your walls with warmth. He fills you so much it starts to drip out of you as he pulls out.

His fingers push it back in before anymore could escape and ruin the couch under you. He hums thoughtfully as he fingers you, making sure you're all filled up for the day.

"Looks like you're ready for work." His eyes drift over your lust bitten lips, the marks covering your neck, and the mess at the center. He smirks, proud of his work.

"Thanks, baby." You smile sweetly.

You really do have the best boyfriends in the world...

[celtigxr]

THE PINK DREAD - CH. 30 (Masterlist)

Chapter Summary: Rhaenyra and the rest of her brood return to King's Landing for the first time in years. Aegon has a heart-to-heart with his least favourate person in the world. Word Count: 4976 CHAPTER WARNINGS: Fluff, angst, mentions of bullying. Very little Valeana in this chapter, sry sry. But Aegon 👀

Series tags: Aemond x Plus size!OfC, Aegon x Plus size!OfC, Celtigar!ofc, Plot with Smut, mdni 18+, Aemond End Game, Angst, Comedy, The Dragons Don't Dance, slow burn, friends to enemies to lovers, enemies to friends to lovers.

Credits: Lace Banner by Aquazero, pearl divider by Pommecita

Notes: PLEASE READ THE AUTHOR'S NOTE AT BOTTOM OF CHAPTER. Additionally, I'm not super proud of like 50% of this chapter. This is where my muse started to slip for me, so it's not my best work, and the next few chapters as well. I'm hoping to correct that by proof reading them, but mostly, the next 5 chapters are really me trying to move along the plot.

“Ohhh, I am going to miss these chubby cheeks,” Rhaenyra cooed in a high-pitched voice as she yanked little Valeana Celtigar and pulled her onto her lap. Nearly four years old, the girl was plump as she was adorable, filling Rhaenyra with an almost maternal level of cute aggression. Luke had just been born, another boy, where she yearned for a daughter. Valeana would fill that void until the Mother could grant her wish. 

“May I just have a bite? A wee nibble?” Rhaenyra mimicked a bite at the child’s cheeks, earning her a shriek of mirth. 

“Princess Nyra, no!!” Valeana giggled and wiggled in her grasp. 

The woman mock pouted, “But I won’t see you for weeks. What will I do without my little Valeana? Whose cheeks will I nibble now?” 

The little girl stuck her tongue out between her teeth, mischievous green eyes moving over the large man in the corner, his gold cloak making him stand out even more. “Ser Harwin’s.” 

Rhaenyra looked up at her sworn sword, who’s smile brightened, “Ser Harwin’s? But they are hidden under all that hair. It would taste awful.”

The knight chuckled, shaking his head. 

Valeana covered her face with her small hands, eyes peeking through her fingers, “But you can’t bite my cheeks, Nyra! I need’em!” 

“Oh, is that right? What for, my dear?”

The little girl’s face turned pink from hairline to chin, her eyes tightly closed as she buried her face into Rhaenyra’s soft belly. “Prince Aemond.”

“Prince Aemond?” Rhaenyra repeated, eyebrows turned upward.  

“He-he gives me kisses on’em, before we go to bed.”

Rhaenyra shared a look with Harwin, before looking down at the squirming girl on her lap, a fond smile pulled at her lips. “He does, does he?” 

Valeana nodded shyly, “I like Prince Aemond. He’s pretty, like you!”

“Oh!” Rhaenyra laughed, looking back at Harwin again, a broad entertained grin in place. The man simply chuckled louder, placing his hand over his mouth. “And have you told Aemond this?”

She shook her head, moving her face back into the shield of Rhaenyra’s belly once again, “Noooo… Prince Aegon will make fun of me.”

With a pout, the princess tried to move the girl so she could see her face, “And why on earth would he do that?” 

Valeana’s mouth was pulled into a frown, her green eyes wandering around the room while she tried to control the wobble of her lip, “He doesn’t like me. It’s ‘cause I’m not pretty, like you, or Aemond, or Helaena, or him, or Jacaerys or–”

“Hey, hey, hey,” Rhaenyra pulled her up so she was sitting properly in the cradle of her lap, and took her face between both of her hands. “I will have none of that. You are just as pretty, Valeana.” 

Though the little girl did not seem convinced. Her large eyes marbled into two glistening peridot gems, “A-Aegon says I’m too f-f-fat to be pretty, ‘n–’n only pretty girls muh-marry princes, and become prin-princess-esses.”

Rhaenyra pulled her into her chest, scoffing at her brother’s cruelty, “My brother is a fool. A blind fool, my darling. Do not listen to a thing he says… You are beautiful, just like your mother, Lysa.”

“R-really?” Valeana hiccuped. 

The princess nodded earnestly, “Of course. You are her very image, just ask Ser Harwin.”

Valeana craned her neck to look up at the knight, eyes puffy and watery, cheeks pink and tear stained, “Am-am I pre-pretty, Ser Harwin?”

The large man sauntered over before bending to his knee next to Rhaenyra, so he could level his eyes with the child. “You are so very pretty, Lady Valeana. Just like Lady Lysa, just like Princess Rhaenyra.” 

Valeana blushed heavily, scrunching up her nose and putting her small hands to cover her face, trying to lean away, suddenly very bashful. Alas, Rhaenyra had a grip on her, and at her darling little display of embarrassment, the princess laughed. 

“It’s those cheeks! They’re just like apples, wouldn’t you say, Ser Harwin?”

“Oh, the juiciest of apples!” 

“Care to take a nibble with me?”

“Of course!”

Valeana squealed as she tried to pull away, but it was too late. The princess and the knight planted their lips on both of her cheeks at the same time, squishing her face. When Harwin pulled away with a chortle, Rhaenyra just kept on kissing the girl’s cheeks, pinching and taking mock bites out of them, all the while Valeana giggled, screamed, and tried to scramble out of her grasp. 

Not long after, Lord Bartimos Celtigar had sauntered onto the terrace, his face stretching out in a fond smile at the sight of his daughter in the arms of the crown princess. 

“Oh, I’d hate to put an end to this lovely display of affection, but alas, Princess Rhaenyra, we are about to leave for the Isle. Ursula is about to give birth any day now.” 

The princes sighed disappointingly, “Of course, of course.” With Valeana still in her arms, she stood up and walked over to the Master of Coin, but before she handed her over, she turned to the little one in her arms and said firmly. “Now, remember what I told you.”

Valeana nodded, rubbing her chubby fist along her reddened cheeks. 

“And if anyone says otherwise, I will send them to Syrax, then they’ll be nothing but toast.” 

The girl giggled mischievously, “Prince Egg-on-Toast.” 

It had only been a day, and yet that was too long. The night he had spent with Valeana was seared into his memory, like a dream he could not stop thinking about. That night, after he released his spend all over her hand, they had cleaned up and laid back in the pillows. She curled up at his side, head laying on his chest as they both looked up at the stars in blissful silence. He didn’t want the night to end, but it eventually did when the sky started to pink along the horizon, and Valeana jolted awake at the realization of how long they had been there. 

In silence he escorted her back to her room, thanking the gods that Floris had not woken up with the looming dawn. At the entrance, he thanked her for an amazing night, and she responded by placing a kiss on his cheek, thanking him in return. 

Aegon spent the better part of that day in bed, fingers tracing the spot where she had kissed him, eyes closed as he reimagined her tits, her face, her hand around his cock. A smirk crawled upon his face then, when he recalled the moment he returned to his bedchambers, peeled off his clothes and noticed the dark stain on his breeches. Blood. 

That was why she did not want to go further. Aegon could have had her that night, had it not been for the Mother’s curse. The fact alone made him hard again, giving him no choice but to summon Hildy so early that morning. Her services aren’t quite done after all… at least for the next 3-5 days. 

Aegon was aware that Valeana would be with his nephew that afternoon, the thought of which drove him to near madness. He needed to see her again, to do it again, but he swallowed down his impatience, and instead went into the pavilions to distract himself. There he reunited with the Redwyne brothers and as a result, found himself in Catelyn’s company. 

He leaned into her ear, and whispered, “Your idea worked like a charm.”

This elated her, turning to him with a bright smile that was infectious, “It did?! Tell me everything.”

Aegon rocked on the balls of his feet innocently, hands clasped behind his back as he started to walk through the pavilions, forcing her to trail next to him. He hummed, a smile curling his lips, “I do not kiss and tell.”

She gasped, “You ki—” Cat cut herself off and cleared her throat, looking around the area to make sure no one was listening to their conversation. People were already watching them curiously, what with Aegon being a Prince, and Catelyn being not his usual company. “You kissed?” She repeated in a whisper. 

Well, no, Aegon realized. They hadn’t… He kissed other parts of her, and her own chaste one on his cheek still made the area warm and tingly. But the realization bothered him more than he thought it would. It was a fact he wished to rectify. 

In the end, he did not tell Catelyn exactly what happened, other than they had a lovely midnight snack and chat, where he made his heartfelt confessions, and she gifted him with a chance. 

One drink became several, as usually was the case, and his jovial time in the pavilions became a pleasant blur. By the time he got back to the Red Keep, it was already too late in the evening to call for Valeana. Besides, he was far too drunk to make any sort of good impression on her father. Aegon was aware that Bartimos already had a sour impression of him, and if he was going to marry Valeana, then he would have to – somehow – get on ol’ Barty’s good side. 

Aegon barely had his tunic off when his mother entered into his chambers, completely unannounced. She had a tendency to do that, particularly when she was contrite with him over something he wasn’t even aware that he had done. 

“Mother,” he threw his head back, too tired and too inebriated to coherently greet her properly. His hands rubbed his eyes before he regarded her through his exhaustion, “One of these days, your intrusions will be awarded by the unseemly sight of your son rutting into—”

“Enough!” Her face reddened, from anger or embarrassment over the mental image he had just painted, or likely both. “I had come to you this morning, but your guard told me you were occupied.”

Aegon smiled slyly, “Very.”

The queen scoffed at her son, turning sharply away as she rubbed her fingers to her temples. She paced around the room like that, only aggravating Aegon, who longed to be nude and in his bed. 

“Would you please just berate me already? It’s why you’re here, isn’t it?”

His mother finally stopped her pacing, moving her hands from her head to her hips, “What are your intentions with Lady Valeana?”

The bluntness and the seriousness of her tone was enough to sober him. Aegon wobbled back, as if a blow was made at him. To steady himself, he placed his forearm on the post of his bed, and leaned against it. 

“Did we not already have this conversation?” He peered at her in confusion. “You told me to stop pursuing her, threatened to chain me to my rooms, and I completely ignored you?”

“Aegon,” her tone was a force in its steadiness. Alicent strode over to him, and despite being shorter, it still felt like he was under her. Like he was still a child. “Tell me the truth, for once in your bloody life. What. Are. Your. Intentions?” 

Aegon’s mouth fell into a pout, his red rimmed eyes stared back at her like a reprimanded puppy. Alicent never swore, he would remember if she did. His mother had a knack for making polite words sound as lethal as a Valyrian steel blade. 

“To cour–” She did not allow him to finish. Alicent’s hand grabbed his face firmly under his jaw. 

“I said I want the truth of it! That girl is under the impression you are fond of her, but I know my son! She is the daughter of a noble house, not some common maid that you can use to exercise your depravities with!”

Aegon wretched his face away from her hand, his brows pulled downward in a twisted look of annoyance and outrage. The logical part in his brain does not blame his mother for reaching to the conclusion that he had ill intent, but what hurt the most was that she could not simply imagine Aegon actually being soft on a girl. That the very idea was improbable on every plain of existence, because Aegon simply could not feel with anything other than his dick. 

“I am fond of her!” He shouted, backing away from his mother. His frustration mixing with the alcohol in his veins created a boiling point; he was so fucking tired of his mother thinking so little of him. “And my intentions with Valeana Celtigar are pure. Why is that so fucking hard to believe?”

Alicent momentarily looked taken back by the intense sincerity of his voice, which cracked with emotion and exhaustion. The Queen shook her head, “You cannot attach yourself to that girl, Aegon. You know you are intended to marry your sister–”

Aegon scoffed loudly, throwing his head back, “Mother! Stop this! Father does not wish for me to marry Helaena, and we do not wish for it either! For once in your life can you just be happy for me?” 

The question had rendered Alicent speechless, if only for a prolonged moment. His mother’s eyes, wide, dark, glistened with unshed tears (of guilt or aggravation, he could not tell) as they darted between his desperate violet ones. 

“I cannot help but conclude,” she began to speak, her voice lower than before, almost delicate and methodical as if she was trying to soften a blow. “That you only fancy the girl because she belonged to your brother, and you know he wants her back. How can I be happy for one son, when it is at the expense of another?”

Aegon’s anger was quickly boiling over, evident by the reddening of his face and the trembling of his fingers. He longed to grab something and throw it at her, but instead he settled for taking a forceful step in his mother’s direction, and angrily pointed in the direction of Aemond’s quarters, “AEMOND DOES NOT DESERVE HER! He does not deserve the happiness that she brings. He pushed her, mother, broke her fucking leg clean off, and then treats her like the scum of the earth, and yet you stand here and tell me that his happiness is more deserving than mine?!” 

“Aegon, that is not–”

“I will not hear it, mother! I will hear no more of it! I will not marry Helaena, and I will not be your fucking king! You and grandsire’s selfish ambition will ruin my life no longer. I will marry who I chose, and as soon as Valeana Celtigar is my wife, we will fly to the Free Cities, away from this bleeding place. Away from father, from Rhaenyra, from Aemond, from grandsire. Away from you!” 

With people from all four corners of Westeros collecting around King’s Landing, there was always a very audible chorus of gasps, claps, and some screams whenever dragons flew over the city. Even if it became somewhat of a common occurrence, with nearly all dragonlords in attendance for the Royal Conclave, and the looming presence of the Cannibal that had to be deterred every two to three days, the sight never got old for spectators. However, there was a particularly louder reaction the morning that Princess Rhaenyra arrived. 

Gone for many years, the heir to the Throne’s return was heavily anticipated. None knew if she was going to come at all after the tragedy of her daughter’s untimely death. But the Conclave was not the only thing that drove Rhaenyra back home; her duty to her sons was paramount, their marriages needed to be secured to good houses, and not only that… Vaemond Velaryon was going to petition to be the Heir of Driftmark, robbing Lucerys’ inheritance. The very inheritance that his grandfather wanted for him. But alas, the Sea Snake was not conscious, and he continued to toe the line between life and death. 

The golden Syrax glided over the ramparts and roofs of King’s Landing, followed by the smaller Moondancer, and lastly the large Meleys, the Red Queen. While they descended onto Rhaenys’ Hill and into the Dragonpit, ships bearing the black banners of Rhaenyra Targaryen, and the turquoise colours of House Velaryon docked into the bay. 

The princess’ return was met with a grand reception on her way to the Keep. In the wheelhouse, the Princess sat with Rhaenys, Baela, Rhaena, Joffrey, Aegon the Younger, and her little Viserys on her lap. Joffrey, at three and ten, had spent most of his formable years at Dragonstone, so his return to King’s Landing felt more like the first time. He peered through the carved peepholes that windowed the corners of the wheelhouse, marvelling at the people who showered them with flower petals, and waved black and red flags. There were some that were not so joyous, however. For every ten, there was one brave, mad man or woman who shouted ‘dragon whore’ through cupped hands, which Joffrey chose to ignore with a stiff swallow. 

Rhaenys was watching her cousin’s daughter closely throughout the ride. For years, she had strongly suspected that Rhaenyra and Daemon had a hand in Leanor’s murder. However, prior to their departure to the capitol, in Nyra’s desire for Rhaenys’ presence in King’s Landing, the younger princess had gifted her not only the truth, but an offer of betrothal between Rhaena and Lucerys. There was some doubt in Rhaenys’ mind that perhaps Nyra was simply placating her heart into believing her son was alive and happy somewhere across the narrow sea, because she needed the woman to advocate for her. Vaemond’s shadow loomed in the harbour, preparing himself for the petition for the inheritance of Driftmark, which would take place sometime past midday. Hardly enough time for a proper reunion amongst family and friends. 

Despite her doubts, however small or large, Rhaenys felt compelled to put her trust in her cousin’s hands. Her granddaughters were her blood, and she would much rather see one of them as Lady of Driftmark than her husband’s nephew. Though that alone isn’t all that steered her, but also the knowledge that Rhaenyra and Rhaenys walked the same path. They just ended up in different destinations. Rhaenys saw herself in the younger princess, had she been the Queen That Ever Was. 

When they arrived at the Keep, it was not in the Throne Room, but rather in the intimate Small Hall, which was vacant of even courtiers for the reunion. As soon as the crow princess entered, she immediately saw the new masonry, the new frescos, the new tapestries, where they once depicted dragons and scenes of Old Valyria and the Conqueror’s victories, now showed images of the Seven. She shared a look with Daemon as he approached her along with her two eldest. 

The princess swallowed her displeasure over the change of her home, but instead smiled when she reached her sons, placing a hand on each of their cheeks. 

“Have you two been behaving?” 

Luke grinned mischievously, “Better than most.”

Rhaenyra pinched his cheek for his sass, and then looked over at Jace, maternal seriousness now taking over. 

“And have you done what I’ve asked?”

Jace nodded, sucking in his bottom lip, “I have, mother. Though I wish to converse with you. There has been a…” He casted a look over at his brother, and then his step father. “Development.” 

Rhaenyra opened her mouth to inquire further, but it was at this time that King Viserys, Alicent, and her half siblings entered the room. Immediately, her spine went ram-rod straight, but her face was soft when she came into her father’s awaiting arms. 

While her conversation with her father was not forgotten, it was the moments of tenderness she spent with Alicent during her short visit to Dragonstone that also plagued Rhaenyra’s mind. Her mind was so heavy, and yet she still had the burden of mourning on her shoulders, as was evidenced by her black gown and the veil she had pinned to her braids. 

The dual kisses she shared with Alicent upon their cheeks was brief, polite, but full of unspoken emotion. Alicent looked at her with sympathy, seeing a mother still grieving, and a friend she had lost. Rhaenyra’s own eyes held longing for their youth, their past, and empathetic sadness for a betrayal that Alicent was not aware happened.

Her four half siblings were met with almost forced pleasantness. With Helaena, it was genuine, even going as far as thanking her for her attendance at Visenya’s funeral. With Aegon and Aemond, it was stiff. Despite Aegon being her first sibling, and therefore he had been in her life the longest, there was little to no sisterly devotion. He would always be a symbol of Alicent’s treachery to their friendship. But, still, she at least attempted. 

“My,” Rhaenyra placed her hands in front of her, “The last I saw of you two, you were boys, barely on the cusp of manhood. Now here you are, taller than your eldest sister.” 

Aegon smiled sardonically, his eyes glancing down at her wrist, “Glad to see your arm healed nicely, sister.” 

She raised an eyebrow at him, twisting her lip before she looked up at Aemond, her tongue tied now that the elephant in the room was acknowledged. The last time she saw them was the day Aemond lost his eye, at the hands of her son. 

“Aemond,” her shoulders straightened as she looked up at him. His eye not afraid to hold her gaze, and she didn’t expect otherwise. He was the one made of stronger meddle, never allowing his emotions to breach his armour. Even when the accident happened, he stood strong for his mother, who had cracked so brilliantly under her grief. “It pleases me that you are doing well. I have heard you’ve been taking great care of Vhagar; she has chosen her rider well, it seems.”

She knew her words would wound her more fragile step-daughter, but it was the truth, and Rhaenyra sought to seek out peace with the brother she wronged the most. She loved Rhaena dearly, but she lacked the disposition for a beast like Vhagar. She might be the splitting image of her mother, Leana, but she did not have the same ferocity that it took to be a rider of Visenya Targaryen’s war-seasoned she-dragon. 

There was a ghost of a crooked smile on Aemond’s lip, though it was barely there to be noticeable by anyone else. He gave a nod of his head, and simply replied with: “Thank you, sister.”

Then there was the final brother, the one who she hadn’t met, who was, by all accounts, an actual stranger. And yet it was Daeron who greeted her with a smile wide and inviting, an infectious one that Rhaenyra reciprocated. 

“And who is this handsome young man before me?” She tilted her chin up at him, tall and gangly as he was. Daeron was toned and handsome, but still had yet to shed the softness of boyhood. 

“Sister!” Daeron all but launched himself into her arms, taking her off guard. Her hands hovered over his back, her eyes wide in her surprise. Aside from Helaena, Daeron was the second sibling she had ever hugged, and that thought brought up a sadness she had not realized she harboured. Her arms gently folded over his back, palm slowly moving up and down. “It is such a great pleasure to finally meet you at last, Rhaenyra.” 

When she pulled away, she could now see the resemblance she shared with him; their smile was similar, their eyes the same shade of violet. “It is a joy to see you too, Daeron. The last time I saw you, you were new to the world.”

Daeron bowed his head, and moved his hands to hold hers, “I wanted to give you my deepest condolences on your loss, sister. I cannot imagine your pain, but I have been praying to the Seven for you, hoping you may find peace.”

Rhaenyra gave him a sad smile, moving her hand to his cheek, “Thank you, my brother. I appreciate your warmth and kindness.”

While her sons greeted their step sisters warmly, the reception the girls and Joffrey gave their uncles and Queen was stiff, not unlike her own. Daeron, however, was pleasant, either oblivious to the tension or decided to rise above it. Either way, it was enough to ease the strain, at least with everyone other than Aegon and Aemond. Her two eldest brothers lingered on the fringes of the crowd, eyeing their estranged family warrily, only speaking when spoken to through tight smiles that didn’t meet their eyes, or curt nods. Rhaenyra was also painfully aware that they did not even look at each other, and whenever Alicent seemed to make a move towards Aegon, he would shoulder his way through the bodies to find someone or something to distract himself with.

Rhaenyra trailed over to her husband, standing at his shoulder, “Do you mind enlightening me about what is going on here?” Her question was directed to the obvious thick atmosphere. 

Daemon opened his mouth, but at that moment the doors opened and a Kingsguard announced the arrival of Lord Bartimos Celtigar, and his family. Instead he smiled broadly and turned to his wife, “I believe that should answer your question.” 

And just like that, Rhaenyra noticed the sudden shift in the room. She watched her brothers’ visible change in demeanor as the doors opened, and the Celtigars marched through in a line, eldest to youngest. Aemond’s back went ramrod straight, but his face seemed to soften, his lips the only thing moving with a slight twitch at the ends of his mouth. He was trying to contain himself, unlike Aegon who had moved away from the crowd so he could be on the front lines, grin uncontained, unashamed. 

Then Rhaenyra saw why, walking behind the tall, willowy Floris Grafton. The little figure of Valeana Celtigar appeared, wearing her family’s colours of red and white. Cheeks still soft and pink, hair impossibly long and white, but she was now older and womanly, and very distinctively Valyrian. 

Targaryen. 

The princess shared a look with Daemon, who was nothing but amused, “You’ve come just in time to witness a war of hearts between kin.”

Her only response was a tilt of her head, because before she could question more, Bartimos was in front of her, bowing his head. Another round of greetings were met, some a second time since Dragonstone, some for the very first time. Rhaenyra took special attention at the familiarity she saw between Daeron and Shyla, but when Aegon crowded Valeana the moment she separated from her family, Rhaenyra’s eyes were glued onto them. He whispered something in her ear, she smiled bashfully, but then her eyes flickered over to Aemond, who was watching her with his hands clasped behind his back, an unreadable emotion simmering behind his single eye.

Rhaenyra migrated over to Jacaerys, mind still lingering on the interaction between her two eldest brothers and Valeana, who now was meeting Rhaena and Beala for the first time in many years. 

“Is this the development you speak of?” She raised an eyebrow at him. 

Jace smirked, shaking his head, “Part of it, but no. Lady Valeana and I spoke at length yesterday… Once we get a moment, I wish to speak to you and Daemon about it. But suffice to say, mother, I do not believe she and I are compatible.” 

“Hm,” Rhaenyra pursed her lips before giving a small nod. “At least I know it has nothing to do with her appearance.” 

Jace scoffed in good humour, “No, not in the least.” 

The princess stopped herself from rolling her eyes. Instead she moved through the crowd of Valyrians to finally meet Valeana for the first time in a decade. When Baela spotted her step-mother’s presence, she stopped talking mid sentence, which made Valeana turn around after sensing her silent interruption. 

“Princess Rhaenyra,” she curtseyed with a polite smile, though the edges twitched at her attempt to contain a grin. It was clear that little Val still remembered the memories she shared with her, and for that, Rhaenyra was grateful, now more than ever. 

“Lady Valeana,” her hands reached out to hold onto the young woman’s, her smile full of fondness, though her eyes were pensive as she searched Valeana’s face, trying to find traces of herself, of her father. It was impossible to tell, Valeana looked like Lysa Lannister with silver hair and soft curves. Still, there could be a chance… A possibility that the girl in front of her was her sister. Rhaenyra swallowed at the thought. 

“You have blossomed into such a beautiful young woman.” her hands moved to the sides of her face, her thumbs gently rubbing her cheeks, “And perhaps a princess, by the end of this season.”

Valeana blushed deeply, her eyes flickering over Rhaenyra’s shoulder, to someone behind her, and then looked down shyly, “You flatter me, my Princess. Though I am not so sure if the title suits me as much as it does you, or Helaena.” 

Rhaenyra briefly recalled the conversion she had when the girl was barely older than babe, wiggling around in her arms, trying to get away from the princess’s affection. She turned around, spotting the faces of her brothers, both of whom quickly looked away from her when she made eye contact. Then she moved her eyes to her father, who caught it immediately, conveying many words with just the simple gesture.

Sighing, she turned back to Valeana, her hands now moving to the flow of her wavy white-gold hair, “It fits you more than you realize.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE SNEAK PEAK Narrowing her eyes, she decided to press further, a little more boldly, “Are there any more whispers about me?” At their collective confusion, she added, “Only because you two seem quieter than usual, and I’m starting to wonder if you’ve learned something unsavoury that I should be concerned about.”  Ellyn’s cheeks went pink, her eyes darting from Wylla, to the grass she was picking and peeling. They both shook their heads and cleared their throats. 

Notes: *IMPORTANT NOTE FOR NEXT WEEK* So, because next week is Christmas, there won't be an update next Saturday, because I'm going to be quite busy with family obligations, and I'm not gonna even have time/energy to proof read. So this is the last chapter of the year, and the next one will be out January 4th! But, I'll still be around, and hopefully by the next two weeks, I'll have pumped out a couple of chapters to get a head of my schedule so I can work on that sad Aegon One-Shot. In the mean time, I hope everyone has a happy, safe holiday and new year!!

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heyyooo! love your work! big fan! wondering if i might be able to request Crosshair with a breeding kink pretty please? this man lives in my head rent free and the brain rot is fkn real

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Author's note: Ohhh, a challenge. I like. >:3 I will admit I didn't like Crosshair much at first, but he's been chipping away at me for ages and now I have the brain rot too so sameeeeeee

Relationships: Crosshair/Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, What I would consider subtle breeding kink, mentions of pregnancy but not actual pregnancy, Unprotected sex, Creampies, Crosshair being a pouty little shit, Pre-Echo(sry bby), one mention of smoking though it can be taken as a metaphor not literally, Little bit of angst,

Hunter balls his hands into fists so tight his fingers shake, before threading them through his hand and pulling at the root. Boots clanging against the metal floor of the ship he walks into the cockpit, seeing Tech and Wrecker both already looking up at him.

"He is being impossible." Hunter flops in the co-pilot seat, groaning almost harsh enough to sound like a growl. Wrecker throws out a nonchalant hand, shrugging and shaking his head.

"He's been all grumpy for weeks now, not like we did anything to him..." Wrecker crosses his arms and glances in the direction of the back of the Marauder, where Crosshair is currently hidden.

Swiveling his pilot's seat so he faces Hunter, Tech continues threading a screw into his currently ongoing repair job while he talks.

"I can think of perhaps one or two theories that have the most merit as to why Crosshair is behaving this way." While normally Hunter is used to Crosshair's attitude largely defying any sort of figuring out, he still cracks an eye open to watch Tech explain himself.

"Either he's become irritated at the extended length of all of our current missions," That's a no-brainer, and the reason why all of them are on edge. Tech glances in the same place Wrecker had looked, before continuing.

"Or, he is upset because he's been away from her for such a significant amount of time."

That catches Hunter's attention, leaning up away from the back of the seat.

They've all known for a while that Crosshair had met someone, and had simply been playing it off so he could say so himself. He leaves for hours at a time and refuses to say where, along with Hunter being able to smell the irrefutable scent of a woman on him. But as expected he's kept it all a secret, acting as if him disappearing isn't unusual.

Part of Hunter was maybe a little bit insulted that he's not divulging something that significant, especially given that it doesn't seem to be just a one night stand.

But since his attitude and patience had marginally improved the Batch had elected to just take the win; Though it seems the inevitable downside was now this. They hadn't expected to get rerouted three different times so far, extending their current deployment by double what had been estimated.

He gets missing someone, but he just wishes Crosshair wouldn't be such an ass about it. He keeps biting at anyone who so much as glances at him, entire body tight and angry.

Hunter can’t help but sigh in relief knowing that they’re on track back to Coruscant, and they can get off the Marauder and stretch out away from each other for a bit. Even on the best of days, it’s not a good mix to be in such close quarters for so long.

"Lets just get to Coruscant ASAP; I'm going to go insane being stuck up in here with him for much longer."

The storage crate Crosshair is sitting on wiggles slightly, but held mostly in place by it's straps to the ground. Tech had secured this load this time after they routed to a republic base for resupplying, since they'd run out of their original stock of necessities.

But even as far back as he can possibly get it's not far enough away from his brothers, as he can still hearing them talking from all the way in the cockpit. His knuckles crack as he uses one hand to grip the fingers on his opposite, hunched over as his elbows dig into his thighs.

"Or he is upset because he's been away from her for such a significant amount of time."

Damn right he's fucking upset.

He finally finds himself someone that he likes, that he wants to be around, and he has to be stuck up in the Marauder for literal months. The last time they'd gotten rerouted he'd swore up a storm, knowing it would be at least another few standard weeks till they were back on Coruscant. Wrecker had gotten the brunt of it, and he feels a little sour stomached knowing that he shouldn’t have thrown that stuff at him. Wrecker didn’t do anything wrong, it’s just his desire to have some semblance of a life biting him in the ass. Clones don’t get to enjoy things, they get to shoot or get shot.

But he’s so fucking desperate that he swears he can see you right in front of him, with that stupid smile and wearing the used bodyglove he'd given you and let you cut up into something pretty. You’d put thumb holes in the sleeves and cut the bottom off, turning into a cute little shirt you could wear whenever. You’d even left the republic symbol on the arm alone, so it’s still obvious that it’s military.

‘It reminds me of you,’ He remembers you saying, and it felt like you’d shot him in the gut.

But instead of being with you he’s here; Stuck in a stuffy ship the same air recirculating over and over.

He wants to fuck you. Bad.

So damn bad that even you right now, the mere thought of you leaning forward to grab something off a table enough so that your shirt raises just a tiny bit up your back, has him biting his cheek almost enough to bleed.

No matter how many times he beats his head in trying to forget you exist for even just a moment, or waits until he’s alone enough to lock the refresher door and try and yank himself until he feels the need die down just enough that he can think about anything else, it doesn't work.

None of it does; His mind just keeps circling back to you. The way you smile at him, the way you talk to him, the way his hands look against your skin.

He should hate you for doing this to him. He should hate himself for letting this be done to him.

You're a good girl experimenting with a bit of the bad; To feel someone who isn't afraid to get rough. To taste the smoke on his lips and reach for him the moment he tries to pull away. He’s supposed to make you cry, make you want him.

You should be the one acting sick with love and yearning; Not him.

He's head over heels like someone in love for the first because he is; Other than one or two one night stands you're the first to make him feel this way. He's been having dreams even, mind coming up with scenarios each one more ludicrous than the last. But gods had they made him hard; Enough so that when he jolted up from his bunk he'd almost slammed his head into the ceiling, heart racing in his chest. He had to change the bottom half of his blacks afterward as well, as silently as possible.

Everything about this just makes him furious.

The moment they arrive in Coruscant space he’s standing up and waiting, his foot tapping the ground as he grips the wall for support. He’s not going to bother sitting down, it would be a waste of time. Tech will jostle them around as they land the same amount either way.

Hunter can probably hear him back here, though Crosshair doesn’t care either way. Whatever the rest of them think doesn’t matter to him at the moment, even less so than usual.

With a bunched fist he hits the panel to drop the gangplank the moment the Marauder's engines are off, not even letting them get cold before he disappears.

It's the dead of night when your eyes suddenly crack open, having to adjust to the such low amount of light in the room.

You don't know quite why you're suddenly awake, and after rubbing your eyes you lean up a bit, looking around the room. When there isn't anything out of the ordinary, you almost move to put your head against the pillow again to go back to sleep, until you hear it.

It's the soft sound of metal sliding on metal, and so you wrench your body from bed, grabbing the blaster from your nightstand and racing out into the living room to see if the door is open.

The main one isn't, though the one that leads to your patio is, with a figure standing in it just inside on your floor.

For a moment your heart completely stops, until you recognize the shape of the helmet they're wearing.

"Crosshair!?"

Your hands lower, seeing his familiar lithe silhouette in front of the patio. "Did you, break in?" He pulls the sliding glass door shut as you brush a hand along your hair and set the blaster on your counter.

"Yeah, and?"

He says while pulling off his helmet, before throwing it in the direction of your couch. It bounces twice before rolling to a stop. "It's the fifth story!" He seems to completely ignore your comment, and instead walks closer to you, an unreadable expression on his face. It’s so dark in here, the only like is from the patio windows and the one little light you leave on in the kitchen.

You're in your nightclothes of course, bare feet against the floor as you'd raced right from your bedroom after hearing him pick the lock. You hope no one saw him on the way up, but it’s unlikely Crosshair would’ve allowed that to happen.

Walking closer you can hear his boots hit your floor, and he comes into your personal space you let him; His hands laying on the tops of your hips and pulling you close. The edge of the countertop hits the small of your back as he traps you against it, seeing his eyes brush over your face.

He’s not saying anything, so you fill the silence yourself.

"I missed you." He makes a soft noise.

"Really?" His tone of voice is amused, and skeptical. The plates of his armor are rough against your palms, as they brush over his chestplate. You can feel each little scrape and dent, every moment where he might’ve gotten hurt had it not been there to protect him.

"Am I not allowed to miss you?" He removes one hand from your hip to take the toothpick from his mouth and flicks it in the direction of your trash, it bonking off the wall and falling in.

After he does so, he leans down enough that his lips are just barely hovering over your own, and you can just barely see the outline of his features in the dark. They feel so soft, brushing against you as he speaks.

"You're too sweet on me, sugar."

Maybe so, but you can't help it.

"But I don't think you missed just me, right?" One of his hands leaves your hips to cradle the back of your neck, tilting your head upwards. He's not wrong, you know you’ve missed the things he does to you just as much as himself. They keep you awake at night, more often than not. You don’t answer him, but your lips gently part as you look at him. His eyes are hooded, looking at you and only you.

"So what; You want me to love on you, or fuck you."

Crosshair knows what he wants, and he knows by the way you've grown pliant under his grasp that you want it too.

He moves closer to you until you have no option to sit up on the table you'd had your back to, him stepping in the space between your legs. His lips are rough against yours as he tugs up the fabric of your nightdress, so much so that one might wonder if he'd ripped it. It doesn't matter.

His gloved hand is slipping down the front of your underwear so fast that you don't even have time to question it, instantly pressing against your clit. He chuckles at the way your hips press towards him, already pleading for more. Always greedy. You’re so senstive and begging and he’s barely even touched you. It’s been too long.

"Nothing else worked, hmm?"

His fingers slide along your cunt, them just barely shining from the light pouring through your windows. He only pulls his hand away to bite the tip of his glove and pull it off, so you he can fuck you with his bare fingers. While he does, he's one handedly undoing his armor, letting it fall and kicking it away.

It feels good to take it off, and it feels even better for you to feel the softer slopes of his body, instead of the harsh edges of his armor. You slide off your underwear and throw them away, just in time for him to press his hand against you again.

His fingers curl inside of your cunt, making noises that almost embarrass you as his jaw presses against your cheek.

"Don't tell me you've been this wet the whole time i've been gone?"

He keeps trying his usual 'nonchalant and disconnected' schtick, with the snarky quips and knowing looks.

But each time his lips press against yours it's with so much desperation, feeling the way he grinds against you through his bodyglove as your legs wrap around his hips. He leans back to pull off his chestplate, and before it stops rocking on the floor he’s already back against your body.

He knows exactly how to touch you, fingers curling inside of you perfect while his thumb presses against your clit. You're writhing under his touch, desperately close after so long being unable to feel fully satisfied. The memory of his touch stopped being enough after awhile, and you’d suffered without it.

“Sometimes,” You sigh, feeling how tight your gut is. “I missed you.” You did, in multiple ways.

"I wanted you here; Especially w-" You suddenly stop speaking, too nervous to say it out loud to him. Maybe this isn’t the time to say what was on the tip of your tongue.

But Crosshair is too keen, and slows before looking down at you.

"Hmm?" He notices the way you suddenly look away from him, and only when he almost completely stops touching you do you barely mutter the words.

"I, thought I was pregnant. Right after you left."

You can still feel his fingers curled inside of you, stretching you. It hadn’t made him run, like you’d thought it might.

Crosshair doesn't know how to feel over the fact that those words fail to startle him, or that they send a jolt right down to his groin.

"It was just me imagining things in the end but," His hand moves and the way his thumb brushes over your clit makes you stop talking, gasping as your thighs tense.

"The good girl wanted a clone to knock her up?" Your face squishes. You hate when he calls you that. It sounds demeaning; Both to you and himself.

"Just- Dammit Cross,"

You say, cutting off anything else he might say. You hate when he makes you fluster under him like this, instead settling to just kiss him instead. Your hands fumble on his bodyglove before he pulls them away, freeing his cock himself. His hands grab your hips harshly and pulls you to the edge of the countertop, enough so that he can line himself up with your entrance and slowly press inside. He feels your nails through the fabric of his blacks, gasping as he slowly buries himself to the hilt.

You know Cross can be gentle, almost surprisingly so, but clearly what you'd said to him affected him to some degree; So much so that his hands grip your hips and leave dents, teeth catching your bottom lip.

He's rough, fucking you like he has one goal in mind.

Your arms are wrapped around his neck almost like a hug, keeping him close while he drives up into you. His hands and grabbing at your hips, keeping you as close to the edge of the counter as he can, without you falling off.

"C-Cross..." Fuck, he missed this. He missed the feel of you hot and wet and tight around him, and being able to fill you up like this until you're begging for him. More of him. He missed the feeling off your warmth on his skin; He's always ran colder, and secretly enjoys when your arms are around him and he can siphon your warmth.

Your legs tighten around his hips, keeping him as close as possible as his hips thrust up towards you. His cock barely pulls out halfway each time, staying so deep inside of you he keeps grinding against your most senstive spots.

"Let, Kriff- Let me cum in you.”

You don’t think you’ve ever heard him ask for something like that before; bordering on the edge of pleading. He says it through gritted teeth, hating that he let something like that slip. You grant him a mercy by whispering to him ‘yes, yes,’ against his shoulder.

The sounds of skin on skin fill the room as he thrusts his cock into you as deep as he can, brushing against every sensitive nerve within reach. You feel so hot and soft around him, your nails digging into him through his blacks as you clasp onto him. You would’ve let him even if he hadn’t have asked, but you can’t help the jolt that goes straight to your pussy at the way he wants to so badly.

He's so close you can feel him, the way he's uneven and swearing, and you grip him so tight he'd have to tear your arms off his body to pull out of you.

You suddenly feel him cum inside of you, as he hisses through his teeth in pleasure. His cock twitches inside of you, hips grinding against you as if trying to get impossibly deeper. He lingers until he’s finished, and when he finally does pull his cock from you, it's almost instantly replaced with his fingers. Pressing against your clit and circling, trying to help you chase the high you're so infuriatingly close to. He’s not just going to leave you hanging.

He can feel his cum against his fingers, mixing with your wetness as he drives his fingers deeper inside of you. Your thighs quake around him and he feels your hands grasping for anything to hold onto to keep you steady, mewling so sweetly for him.

"Come on doll," He mutters softly against your skin, teeth scraping against the soft skin just below your ear.

"Almost, almost- I,"

It's only seconds later than you finally do cum, body straightening up as your arms wrap around him, thighs trying to close tight. But they can't with him in the way, so they only wrap around him as he feels your pussy tense and flutter around nothing. He leaves his fingers against you for a bit, much more slow and gentle as he listens to your panting in his ear.

When he does finally pull away from you he glances at the way his cum slowly leaks from you, before glancing up and seeing your hooded, tired eyes as you lean back on your hands.

He'll never get tired of how this scene looks.

"Admiring your handiwork?" You dare to quip, feeling the way he gently smacks the side of your thigh to show his displeasure about it. It only makes you grin. Even if your heart is racing, you’re not tired quite yet. You can’t afford to be, you don’t know how much his time you’re going to have.

When you move to slide off the counter he lifts a hand a bit just in case, though you get down with no trouble. Your knees might be a little wobbily, but not unusable. The fabric of your nightclothes slides down, covering your messy thighs just enough.

"I wouldn't mind more, if you have any left."

The look Crosshair gives you is absolutely vicious, and just as quickly as the words leave you’re mouth he’s coming towards you. He's following, and quickly gaining, before he claps and arm on your shoulder and pushes you with in that direction with intent.

"Don't make promises that little body of yours can't keep up with."

[timbrhead]

metanoia. | pt. 02 - started with a spark, now we‘re on fire

𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨:

>> welcome, my name is 𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐚, and i‘ll be your scriptwriter (^‿^✿). my story will be kind of an choose-your-own-adventure story with a poll at the end of every part, where you can vote how the story continues.

This will be honkai star rail x f!reader story with these elements: reincarnation, slow burn, i gave reader a proper personality (sry, not much customisation there), does not follow the original storyline

previous part <<< >>> next part

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 (this is important) ;

>> suggestive themes, angst (talk abt death)

even though it was way past nightfall, you could still see a lot of shops and restaurants being open, bustling bars and food stalls being cramped into little alleyways and corners. the whole street was illuminated by warm lights, a delicious smell wafting through the air as you were led by the blonde man behind you. he chuckled, it was like you were some kind of tourist, he thought, being all wide eyed.

„this is aurum alley. It‘s mostly filled with tourists, and it‘s quite popular for their restaurants.“

he explains, leading you down a set of stairs to a small house, a spicy smell emitting from its doors. you could feel your mouth beginning to water, your stomach yearning for something to sate the hunger.

„i heard that this restaurant has entered the top ten-thousand rankings for the interastral gourmet selection over the course of multiple years. So it should be good, i wanted to try out this restaurant for a while.“

the blonde explains, making your eyes widen in shock. interastral-what? you never heard of something like that before. judging by the name, it seemed like this restaurant competes with the whole galaxy, which makes its ranking actually pretty impressive. you hum, following luocha to a table, sighing out in relief when you finally sat down. you walked through this gigantic space ship for quite a while.

even if it was still hard to believe that you actually were on one. seeing the greenery, and the crowds, it looked identical to earth. you perk up, looking over the menu the waitress presented you. you were glad to find out that you can read it— if not, you would be a bit embarrassed, making luocha even do this for you.

as per recommendation, you order the famous chilli oil stew, alongside with some water. luocha did the same. you glance at the coffin he set down, the intricate designs impressing you. it kind of matches him, you think.

the other guests in the restaurant didn’t seem to mind having a casket in the restaurant, which baffled you a bit. you look at him, your curiosity getting the best of you.

„um…sorry if i come off as insensitive, but what is up with that coffin?“

you hesitantly ask, not wanting to trigger him in some way. you gulp as you see his eyes widening in response, and you immediately thought that you said something to set him off. „you know what—“ he seemed to hesitate, stopping himself. he then smiles.

„this…i need to deliver this to someone.“

he stops for a bit, before looking into your eyes, a glint of something else being found in his green pools. was it…suspicion? nonetheless, it made your skin crawl.

„how interesting that you know of the concept of a coffin. normally, xianzhou natives don‘t know of things surrounding death— mainly because of their long life spans“

he says, eyes boring into you. you could only hum.

„r…really…“ you murmur, taking a sip of water to distract you. you had a feeling that he was getting onto you.

the food arrived, the waiter setting down a steaming bowl of warm soup, the spicy aroma immediately stinging your nose. you lick your lips nonetheless. you dig in, your tastebuds exploding from all the different layers of flavours you experienced. you look at the one sitting in front of you, seeing him enjoy his bowl of soup as well. you noticed that he looked composed and elegant no matter what he did, which you couldn’t help but envy.

amidst your staring, he looked up, locking eyes with you. he tilted his head. „Is there something on my face?“ he inquired, making you shake your head in response, a bit flustered to being caught staring. seemed like the coffin subject is through. you both go back to eating, the meal continuing in silence.

after the meal (which luocha paid for) you two head out to find an inn. with the warm meal sitting in your stomach, you were growing drowsy, and the prospect of a nice, warm bed sounded like heaven. you sighed out in relief when a nearby inn said that they had a vacant room, leading you upstairs.

you opened the door to your shared bunker, a satisfied hum escaping you as you saw the interior. You eagerly plopped down onto the bed, the soft covers sinking in due to your weight. luocha set down his things near the sofa, his coffin resting against the wall. he seemed to rummage around his luggage for a bit, before coming over to you to give you something made out of soft fabric.

„take it“, he says, his head tilting towards the bathroom. „it was a long day, no? you can use the washroom first, and you can wear this to sleep.“ he said, making you thank him profusely for his kindness. you disappear into the bathroom, changing into the oversized shirt going down to your thighs after a warm shower. a bit short, but you would rather not wear the uncomfortable shorts you had on during the trip.

you settle down on the bed, nervousness bubbling up at the idea of having to share the bed with the blonde. you didn’t mind, you were pretty sure that he would be respectful and mind his space, but still. you turned around, looking at the small lamp on your nightstand, the only source of light in your room. eh. it will be fine.

soon, you hear the door click open, but the bed doesn’t dip with another weight settling on it. you sit up, seeing luocha sitting down on the couch by the wall. your eyes widen, fully straightening yourself. „luocha…you can use the bed too“ you say, a look of concern crossing your face.

he did so much for you…you could share a bed with the optional pillow wall for gods sake. he smiled, shaking his head. „i couldn’t, mei…“ he said, making you tilt your head. maybe he doesn’t want to share a space. understandable, you were still strangers. the sheets rustle, making you stand up from the bed. you don‘t register the widening of the blondes eyes.

„then use the bed instead. i-i can use the couch don‘t worry, but you did so much for me, i can‘t let you—“

„mei, stand where you are right now.“

his voice was a tad louder than usual, making you jump a bit. he rose from the couch, slowly walking towards you till he stood before you. noticing your shock, his eyes soften, an apologetic look crossing his face, while his mind was racing.

he knew it.

„i apologise…“ he murmured, averting his eyes for a while. „could you sit down on the bed? i-you have a wound, it seems“. by that, you seemed to slightly panic, sitting down immediately. he sat down beside you, taking your hand to soothe you. you gulp, looking up at him. „is…is it bad?“ you whisper, making him press his lips together. „i don‘t know“ he said, his hand reaching up your arm.

there it was, not covered up now. it was golden, like the outer layer of your skin was peeled off, revealing the glowing gold inside, a small, golden structure peeking out, resembling a gingko leaf.

„this…“ he explains to your wide eyes „is a sign that you are…mara-struck. it‘s something that all long life species suffer from, usually at the end of their lifetimes it—“ he pauses,

„it will consume you until you turn into something that you aren’t.“

he finishes, a heavy heart in his chest as he looks at you. you were frozen, looking at him with an unreadable expression, before slowly tearing up, your mind still frozen from shock. you shake your head, a small, stuttered laugh escaping you.

„w…what..?“ you stammer, your hands reaching out for him, gripping his arms. „no, that—that‘s not true, that‘s-“ you let out another empty laugh. „right? right, luocha?“ you stammer, sniffling as fat tears drop down your eyes. a look of desperation crosses your face.

„i‘m not gonna die, right…?“

he couldn’t bring himself to say anything in response.

you slump back at that, your hands sliding off him. he didn’t need to tell you— you knew from the silence alone. you couldn’t even find it in you to cry. you heard a sigh, before rustling.

He slowly embraced you, wrapping his arms around you in a comforting manner. he smelled like soap and lavender, you noted.

you sniffled, tears threatening to fall again as you squirmed around in his hold. it was silent in the room besides that. there was nothing that could be said, nothing that would matter anyway. you laugh after a bit of crying, wiping away tears.

„you know…“ you sniffle „it‘s–it‘s funny—i will die even before i could really live“ you sobbed out, shuffling to get closer to him. he only hugged you tighter, his warmth calming you.

you melted against him, your head resting against his chest, registering the stuttering rhythym of his heartbeat. you chuckled.

seems like even a calm guy like him could get shaken up. you look at the wound on your arm, freeing it from his tight grasp, picking at the gingko leaf poking out of it. it was strangely beautiful.

a chuckle was heard from luocha after that. seems like you said your last thought out loud. „as someone following the path of abundance…“ he whispered, rubbing your arm. „as…horrible this curse is, i‘m inclined to agree.“ he tilts his head, his lips ghosting over the small crack of the wound, hesitant, before pressing a soft kiss on it.

you jump, feeling your cheeks beginning to burn. the room was suddenly feeling way too cramped, the air too hot as you feel his lips laying a soft trail of kisses over your wounds. „luocha—“

„shh…“ he shushed, his hand resting against your back, the other supporting your legs as he gently laid you down on the soft sheets. you felt like sinking and floating at the same time. „don‘t wake the other guests..“ he muttered, before sinking his head, moving to your thighs.

he gently touched the glimmering cracks, causing them to pulse in response. he chuckled, supporting your thighs while he sprinkled soft kisses along the edges. you couldn’t bring yourself to shove him off, the warmth he provided at the end being far too tempting for your heart, one yearning for another humans love.

you softly sniffled, tears beginning to fall again, rolling down your burning cheeks. his lips were cushy and warm as they softly ghosted over your injuries, too afraid to properly touch, to ruin. the sheets rustled again, and hands cupped your face, wiping away your tears.

„you look beautiful.“

he said, smiling softly. the glow from the small lamp, combined with your teary vision, could only make out the green in his eyes, ones that were burning with so much adoration and appreciation that made you hot with shame and embarrassment.

He peeled himself off from you, lifting up the blanket to tuck you in, before settling down himself, wrapping his arm around your waist. He tucked your head beneath his, while his hand combed through your hair, twirling one of your strands once in a while in an absent manner.

seemed like he didn’t mind sharing the space after all.

you cried some more before you slowly dipping in and out of consciousness. you sniffle, the only feeling you remembered before your sleep being warmth.

the comfort of another person, two hearts pressed against each other, close like never before.

they sure a fun night, right? please don‘t forget to vote on what the reader should do next!

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- xoxo, laina

[hannamoon143]

Perfect, like the moon in a dark night

Genre:Fluff,Comfort,a tiny little bit angst

pairings: Bf Felix x Fem. Reader

Warnings: none i think

summary: you and Felix drifted apart in the last weeks because you were both very busy,but maybe a night with shining stars and a mesmerizing moon could reveal your feelings and thoughts .

a/n: yes i wrote another little fanfic(sry it's very short tho),i am relly getting into writing now,i think i will write more often,and try to improve my writing.i would love to get some feedback<3 Now enjoy this little fluffy story<3

not proofread

As you came back to the apartment that you shared with your boyfriend,you didn't expect felix to be home.He never came home before 10 p.m. But it still made you a bit sad that he wasn't there.

Usually you stayed up till your boyfriend came home,so you two had at least a little bit time together.But today you were just so exhausted.You had a lot of things to do during the whole day ,and your boss snapped at you because you made a mistake in a presentation.

Tired you dragged yourself to the bathroom.You took a quick shower and then put your pajama on.You let yourself fall into the bed and scroll a little bit on your phone.You were planning to wait for felix,but you slowly drifted off to sleep

Felix went inside your shared apartment.He knew he neglected you in the past weeks.It was because of his new tight schedule.He could tell you didn't like it,and you both wished that you would spend more time together.But you never complained about anything,cause you knew how much felix's career ment to him.

Usually you were awake when felix came home.You always said you stay up late anyways,but your boyfriend knew you only wanted to wait for him.He said you didn't have to but you did it anyways.So felix couldn't blame you when he found you sleeping in your shared bed.You still held your smartphone in your left hand.

Felix kneeled down in front of you,laying his head on the edge of the bed.He noticed your exhausted gaze,and the bags under your eyes.Also with these details of exhaustion,you looked beautiful like you always did.

Suddenly guilt and something different hit felix.Also if you both had tight schedules and deadlines,he knew it was mostly his fault that you two didn't spend so much time together like you did before straykids comeback needed to be prepared.

He admired your face a little bit more,and then placed a soft kiss on your lips to wake you up.You immediately opened your eyes and looked in his soft gaze.He felt a little guilty for waking you up,when you clearly were exhausted. "You are back",you said with a sleepy smile on your face.

He gave you a warm gentle hug,that you really needed after your tiring day.You nuzzled into the crook of his neck,when you suddenly heard him say something.

"Wanna go for a walk?",felix asked with his soothing voice,returning a cute smile.Also if it was 2 a.m. you didn't hesitate for a moment as you nodded.

As you walked along the river where you always used to do picknicks together,and also where felix confessed to you,finally felix's voice broke through the silence.

"y/n...i'm very sorry that we don't spend so much time together anymore,i know i neglected you,and i didn't want to-"

"Felix" you said with a slight trembling in your voice "We are not perfect,but that is not only your fault.I also could have put more effort into our relationship.But felix...we don't need to be perfect."

After a little silence finally your boyfriend said something.But you didn't expect what he answered "Do you remember why I call you my Moon?"

"cause stays call you sunshine?",you said with a light giggle.

"No y/n not only because of that.I call you that because you call me sunshine.And because sometimes i need something of your calm,and mysthical personality,and you something of my energetic,lighthearted personality."

"And y/n...you are right,we are not perfect,but in my eyes you are perfect.You are perfect because of your mesmerizing eyes,because of your pretty smile,because of the way you laugh.Cause we are perfect for each other.And for me you are perfect like the moon in a dark night"

"Wow Felix, that was beautiful. You are beautiful."

He looked at you with so much love and admiration in his eyes that you just wanted to be with him for the rest of your life.You also must have looked like that cause with a sweet smile he asked you "why are you looking at me like that?"

As if it wasn't him who had the sweetest lovingly look on his face,you thought.

"Because you not only have the stars in your eyes,the sunshine in your lighthearted personality,and the milky way mirrored in your beautiful freckles.You have all these things also in your soul.And that's what makes you perfect for me"

[lloydgaymerdyke]

Just asking , if Harumi ever returns in DR, what would be ur more Preferred way? "Fluffy omg I'm so happy it's u ! Ur alive yipee" type meeting with Lloyd or "looking for ways to redeem herself and feeling guilty" type or " there's still some issues but in a way, are trying to fix it " type. This lives in my head rent free, it makes me just stand up and think while I'm in the shower

i think abt this so much that my answer is barely even coherent bc i have so many thoughts and ideas im sorry

first i rlly truly believe harumi will be in dr like i’m SO delusional abt this it’s terrible, but i just think that there are so many compelling ways she could be incorporated into this new story

that being said, if harumi comes back with an off screen redemption arc and is suddenly all friendly ‘i missed you so much’ with lloyd? and then they are like all sweet and in love? THATLL PISS ME THE HELL OFF. mostly bc it does such a disservice to harumi to do that like it’ll be bringing her back JUST for the ship at that point and like that’s fucking shitty to me. i am on the front lines for them to hit the pentagon with some llorumi angst NOT lloyd and card board cut out harumi

the dream is harumi and lloyd finding each other again and harumi having some expected development to not be like… a supervillian, but still have her personality. an explanation for how or who or what helped her would be so fucking cool too. and i would LOVEEEEE some commentary on WTVER THE FUCK HAPPENED IN CRYSTALIZED and like, i need them to be awkward. that’s what end of crystalized was giving to me sry sry like what do you even do other than awkwardly smile at each other after wtver the llorumi got going. and i need it to give me that once again but to like progress and rlly focus on who they are now and how they can be together now ! also i hope she gets interactions with other characters too and maybe like plot or character arc (asking for a lot ik)

overall harumi in ninjago dragons rising will debilitate me even if it’s the shittiest two second mirage cameo

[wowagae]

Guys I need help

Every time I want to watch JRWI (everyday) I want to watch a different campaign and it’s getting really messy and confusing bc I overthink everything and can’t just enjoy a fucking show.

So basically I’ve finished riptide, apothy, and bitb, however I fell asleep to a lot of riptide eps (specifically the angst-y moments that are in edits and shit, chips speech, the Lizzie and Ava thing, ect) so I’m re watching the whole campaign-I’m on ep 60 smth- but every time I’m just waiting for the “good parts” and end up not being able to enjoy or focus on what’s happening. I then get scared that I’m starting to hate riptide or get bored (bc I only really, really love the later episodes) so I stop and go to watch a diff campaign.

Watching apotheosis is fine, but, again like with riptide it only gets good on the later episodes (or at least the entire time I would be thinking abt)

I’ve already watched bitb like seven times, but any time I start it up I only ever end up watching the first ep (mostly bc I remember that I need to sleep and I can’t be listing to that shit before bed/fall asleep to it)

I’ve tried watching pd three times, either falling asleep or just not paying attention and ending up not remembering anything. I could restart but I’m always awake for the first episode and can practically rehearse it line by line by now and it’s just boring.

Anyways it’s 1 am, and this is grammatically incorrect in so many ways, sry if this makes you stressed lol

[umeqii]

Emily x goth!black cat!reader who has a soft spot for animals and poetry? I love your humor and writing smm icon behaviour :))

GANG I AM SO SORRY 4 SUCH A LATE POST BUT IM GONNA TRY N GRIND THRU EVERY REQUEST I GET :///..

n also i lwk might come back 2 change the way i set this out bc it looks goofy asf ☠️☠️

fandom ; class of '09

character ; emily

reader ; gn (implied fem tho bc of the meeting)

creator ; umeqii

warnings ; tbh prolly is angst bc it refers 2 the OD ending, death mentions, SH mentions, drug usage, pedophila idk co09 regular stuff

emily had first realised your existence ig when it was that one scene where jecka and nicole were skipping, then emily and kelly came in trying to sell addys and then megan and ari joined.

y'know that one, right?

yeah you were with ari and megan skipping on a test

you tried telling them this bathroom wldve been full but they didn't listen smhh

anyways when you went in, it was clear that basically everyone minus your two friends were staring at you, which you were used to, so you didn't really mind

but kelly ended up giving you a smile and a small wave, aswell as you did back

you guys sat next to eachother in thr majority of classes so you ended uo becoming friends even despite how different you guys were in terms of personality and looks

the others lwk js ignored ur existence but they did comment on ur choice of style once not in a bad way tho..!! (nicole smh)

as your eyes scanned the room, you locked eyes with emily and instantly looked away bc nuh uh chat u ARE NEVER catching me lacking 😭😭🙏🏼����🏼

but yh icba 2 keep writing abt allat

she really did like ur style and was lwk like "waiittt whos that diva 💜💜" ygwim???

so after her n kelly left, she asked her friend abt who u were heh...

was lwk gnna say it was ur y/n moment until i remembered u r y/n but yk

kelly js sed smth like "oh them? yeah that's y/n. they're cool. their style's like.. cute... i guess? just not somethin' i would wear. overall a nice person. we make fun of jeffery together."

y/n huhhhh

cute name heh...😉😉😐😐

okay yh headcanons

as im typimg this its 8th december guys i js realised how late this was finna be posted srry chat!!!!

u

u guys got tgth after u were smoking pot under the stairway and that goofy ahh counsellor came to tell ym off or wtv

but emily was liek "SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU BITCHASS PEDOPHILE" or smth!!!

and she started 2 run away and she grabbed ur arm and u guys hid in a bathroom stall and like made out idrk

yh shes highkey rlly rich and so she noticed how u rllyyyy like animals so she wld buy u black cat plushies or raven ones

u guys were yapper x listener 💞💞

do u guys c where im going w this!!!

"y/n. ur super cool and pretty and handsome. sry i cant be here anymore. ilysm. i wish i cldve done this with u but i cant. ur 2 pretty to die and u have 2 keep living. i wish i cldve been more like you U r so pretty 2 look at and you were always chill and u saw the best in everyone even fucking wierd ass bitches like jeffery and thats why I made out with u that day bcuz I knew i wld be happy with u. ur names on my thighs and left arm btw. wouldve done my righy arm 2 but im right handed lols. i luv u so much babe ❤️"

doomes yuri!!

anyways

u guys weren't exactly toxic

u were js toxic ppl

(mostly ems)

u wld read her poetry and teach her some other ways of calming down which weren't so unhealthy and it sld sorta help??

atleast thats what u thought lmfao!!!

ym r scene x goth

if u wear trad goth makeup u wldve totes let her do it 4 u

and she wld let u practice on her aswell

it was always fun and perfect when u wld contour her button nose and she wld start laughing and flashing her shark looking teeth

u miss it

[icarusfiy]

Reverse: 1999 Vertin Headcannons

Long list of my headcannons for Vertin some may be cannon/implied things others just based on my opinion (angst later in the list)

Warning for spoilers

Is Genderfluid/Lesbian

Uses She/He/It/Time pronouns

Has Austim

Uses Xenogender -> Genderclock

Views Sonetto as her best friend doesn’t realize Sonetto has a crush on her

Loves drinking black coffee

Loves photography found it’s the easiest way to preserve time and has his own photo album

Likes taking apart watches and other machinery and putting it back together or just leaves it in pieces depends

Hates studying due to bad memories at the institute

Getting into angst now (Tw for dehumanization, human experiments, psychosis)

Doesn’t/has a hard time viewing himself as “human”/arcanist after the confirming incident with vertin being immune to the storm she had many people who knew (mostly higher ups) say in passing how she can even be considered “human”/arcanist which has led to her own self doubt and insecurities on whether or not she is human

Has psychosis a lot of times will see people/things that aren’t actually there (would sometimes even see shnieder after she was already dead)

Was experimented on before being officially given the name Timekeeper after vertin was confirmed to be immune to the storm she was experimented and tested quite alot/non stop, was pulled out of classes for months in order for this to happen the scientists who did the experiments did them in case she was “dangerous” or to find out how they could use this power after Vertin become to exhausted Madam Z noticed and had the experiments stopped

Thx for reading sry about my grammar the angst ones are some of my favourite headcannons :3

[ddelline]

wip saturday (feat post-canon nobamaki & platonic h/c champions yūji/nobara)

blurb | that's right, we're back to this one. rocking up at 16k at the moment, I'm thinking of rounding it up....... soon....... I hope lmao god f*cking damnit. it wasn't meant to be this. anyway, nobamaki to the nation, I have no regrets after all

premise | ngl, this snippet now posted may be one of my fave parts in this, even though it's not nobamaki at all. usually I keep on those scenes, but it's barely a quarter of the full scenario, so. anyway I love my dysfunctional, trauma!bonded sibling-coded friends 4 life!yūji/nobara (what would their ship acronym even be lol) sfm wtf 🥺 yea so feat post-canon yūji & nobara & comatose megumi (sry boo, it makes for gud Angst what can I say) Going Thru It; part of the post-canon nobamaki that's been in the works for a while now, exploring trauma, and what surviving sukuna & kenjaku does to a bitch

The corridor outside Fushiguro’s suite unfolds barren and bloodless in both directions. Nobara clicks the door shut behind herself and steps to the left. She leans heavily into the wall and tips her chin upwards. She feels small, prone to shattering; feels the shape of her heart in her throat—how it presses wet and bloody and heavy against her trachea. She digs her fists into her eyes and knuckles across her eyeballs until stars pang on the insides of her eyelids.

Her voice, once she trusts it to come through as something more than disjointed, reedy breaths and gulped breaths, is wet and pitiful. “Fucking—shit. Goddamnit, Fushiguro.” 2019 coming in hot and hopeful as a thing with feathers, she thinks, and thunks her head against the wall. Her eyes are smarting with unshed tears. She tugs the sleeve of her sweater over her knuckles and reaches up, mopping angrily at her lower lashes.

She’s not sure if she gets five or fifteen more minutes to herself before the door clicks softly open. Itadori sticks out his head. Nobara refuses to look at him. He doesn’t push. Only steps out to join her. In the greater span of things, her feelings don’t exactly matter, but she feels like she needs every tiny, feeble victory that can be afforded her.

“It’s okay now. He’s steady again,” says Itadori. He nudges her with his foot. She shuffles left to give him space to sit down next to her.

“We should call Ieiri-san,” says Nobara. She’s tired; all the adrenaline flushed from her system. Itadori nods. “I did. She’s coming.”

Nobara isn’t sure what she expects from the situation now, but whatever it is, it certainly isn’t for Itadori to hook his arm over her shoulder and tug her flush against himself. Nobara stiffens. “Stop that,” she says. Itadori doesn’t deign her with a reply. Nor, apparently, will he budge. She wedges a palm between them and pushes at his ribs. “What are we, five? You think it’s all gonna be okay with a hug? Let go.”

It’s what she thinks and what she feels—but it’s got maybe half her heart in it at best. She’s fraying in the seams: it makes everything seem a little heavier; all of Itadori's clammy puppy dog love a little less urgent to quash beneath the heel of her boot. She shoves at him weakly again, mostly for posterity; it contains little energy, less genuine protest. Itadori seems to sense it as well as Nobara knows it, and responds in turn by tensing his triceps—fashions an unyielding cage of his arm and side.

Fuck. “Fine.” Nobara isn’t so dumb she can’t gauge a situation’s futility when it’s staring her balefully in the eye. She lets her hand drop between them. “Breathe a word of this to a single soul and I’ll have you dismembered.”

“Yeah, yeah,” says Itadori. She can’t see it, but she knows he’s just rolled his eyes. He shifts carefully around until he’s semi-facing her. “C’mon, move with me.” 

Nobara concedes without any more protests; tolerates herself being rearranged and only slits a half-hearted glare up at his dumb face for it. Itadori touches her no more than necessary, though no more carefully than Nobara suspects he does anyone or anything else. She twitches only marginally when palms not her own are fitted on the outside of an elbow; when they push on the flat of her bicep, and tugs her forward by the shoulder. Once he has her fitted in the crook of his arm and bracketed between his knees, her forehead pressed into his shoulder, he stills.

Nobara sighs. She offsets more weight into her forehead, allows for her neck to go slack and shuts her eyes. She’s beginning to accept that she needs one or more forms of rest, preferably right now, if she’s going to stand even the slimmest chance against the deep-seated fatigue that’s making a home of the physicality of her. 

They sit like that for a while: Itadori curled like an open bracket around her; Nobara sagging progressively heavier into the curvature of his ribs. His left arm is warm and solid where it’s hefted over her shoulder. After a while he fits his chin over the cap of her skull. Nobara blinks into the darkness of him. Her thoughts are beginning to take on a sticky quality like warm tar. “Itadori,” she muffles into his sweater.

Itadori presses his chin almost imperceptibly downwards. “Hm?”

“Happy New Year. Shithead.”

[sunshinesickies]

Hi there, you can call me Sunny! Welcome to my sickfic blog. I’m new here and still figuring out how all this works so please bear with me 🫶

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What do I write?

Mostly sickfics with themes of hurt/comfort and fluff

Some occasional light angst

Female/gender neutral reader x characters

Mostly romantic relationships

Occasionally platonic but its not my fav to write

What I WILL NOT write

Smut

Death

Hardcore angst (sry mostly fluff here!)

Most likely I will not be writing any male characters x reader

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Who do I currently write for?

Marvel/DC

Kate Bishop x Reader

Daisy Johnson x Reader

Gwen Stacy/Spider-Gwen (Spider-Verse) x Reader

Kara Danvers/Supergirl x Reader

Kara x MonEl (supergirl)

Others

Kat Stratford x Reader (10 things I hate about you)

Pip x Reader (AGGGTM)

Cara x Reader (AGGGTM)

Ava Silva x Reader (warrior nun)

Ava x Bea (warrior nun

Lindsay Weir x Reader (freaks and geeks)

Other characters by request only if I know them and feel comfortable writing

Requests are currently open so feel free to send them in! It might take me a bit to write them as I have never written anything for anyone besides myself but I can’t wait to 🫶

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[vyntilador]

Hi It's me from the Tiktok,I Have this Headcanon On Tot Boys Being a Dad Like I'm Sure Artem is gonna Spoil His Children ESPECIALLY Marius Like The moment he hears His Child Mumbling About "Wow This Kitty plushie looks cute" and He be Like "Then Get em" he might Also Buy the Whole Store(I wish a had a marius in my life) AND for Luke,Like i think he's gonna be A Chill Dad yk Like Setting a prank together with his child and do cute Stuff y'all Mostly go out to Have a Family Bonding Since Luke is Busy being a Detective (a hot One) and lastly Vyn i think He's the Type of that Who Enjoy Reading his Children a Story When it's Bedtime and he's the type to also Gossip with his Children like "Dad there's this Kid-" and he go like "C'mere Tell me all about Ur school and stuff" LIKE ISN'T CUTEEE and While Us Just Watching Them Interact and Smiling like an Idiot, anyways This is just What i had in mind ofc ur free to Say no to my Idea But Yeah That's All,Hope you have a good Rest!🖤

Father, May I?

NXX boys as dads</333

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Genre: fluff ofc but I'm adding angst parts after every story bcs it's my specialty duhh(I WAS BORED SORRYYY)

A/N: BESTIE UR A GENIUS THIS IS RLLY CUTE TOO😭😭😭 IMMA HAVE A FIELD DAY WITH THIS ONE TYVM SRY IF I REPLY TOO LATE SCHEDULES PRETTY TIGHT</333 also i might make this into 2 parts bcs it might take long idk depends if I finish this quickly!! Sorry for the wait<3

Vyn Richter

This man is literally A DUKE of a kingdom LITERALLY LOOK INTO MY EYES AND TELL ME HE WONT GO ALL OUT FOR HIS PRINCESS</333

He doesn't rlly flex it often in the stories (except when he literally showed to their faces that only he had an invitation to that one Pluto cruise ship lmao

Speaking of cruise ships, he'd definitely be renting/buying a whole cruise ship for your daughter's birthday or if she's not into those, he'll arrange for her birthday party in the ballroom in their castle/family mansion in Svart

Honestly, he never wanted to ever come back to Svart if it wasn't for his little princess</33

You told her a bedtime story saying that her dad is a king and you're actually a queen which makes your daughter a princess

The story was supposed to make her sleepy but she ended up getting too excited and literally begging her father(Vyn) if they can come to their castle (he didn't agree at first, hesitant onto how the people of Svart and most importantly, his father woulf react but who cares his child wanted to go there so why not🙄)

Yeah with that said, after that, he just went on a spoiling spree on his daughter but he won't overdo it ofc🤷‍♀️ He doesn't want her to turn into someone condescending and just a bad person as a whole and with that kind of raising technique of his, she grows up into such a sweet girl and he sometimes can't help but smile stupidly with how his daughter resembles her mom so much 😭

Angst part

Ok so me and a friend of mine had this hc where like I forgot most of it but it was just how if Vyn decides to leave you and come back to Svart (he doesn't know that you have a child together so u ended up raising your daughter alone)

Can you imagine the shock on his face when he passes by the house he used to live with you in Stellis, only to see you playing in the rose filled garden with a little girl

You turn around to the sound of your name being called, hesitant but you still did it as you recognized his voice. He stood in front of you in formal attire, looking down on you with a soft glimmer in his eyes, seemingly shocked and feeling guilty

He asks you why you didn't tell him about your daughter but you immediately interrupted him saying that he never gave you a chance to speak

If you let him in your lives again, he'll make sure that his daughter lives the best life, guilty with how he almost made her live the same childhood as him</3

But even after the second chance you gave him, you desperately picked up the broken pieces of your heart from the ground as you tear up at the sight of the father of your children and the King of Svart, Vyn, being wedded to a woman on equal footing as him.

Artem Wing

Mkay so first of all, uhm TWINS?? Lets say it's a boy and a girl. Well the girl resembles you in EVERY way possible. She's stubborn asf but determined with whatever she puts her mind into. She sometimes pushes his brother into doing stuff he loves like inspiring him yk??

Her brother tho, she's like Artem lmao💀 He's usually calm and silent in a corner somewhere doing arts and crafts while his sister is in the middle of the room singing twinkle twinkle little stars from the bottom of her heart

You'd think that the sister would be the protector between the two of em but it's actually your son. He's kinda timid and shy but he won't tolerate any unjust actions towards his dear sister</3 (You nudge Artem and chuckle at how much your son resembled your husband</33)

When it comes to what your children want, like toys, clothes etc, I wouldn't say that he'll buy anything they want (that's a lie he actually buys them whatever they want when you're not within the vicinity lmao)

It usually goes like this, your daughter is asking Artem to buy both of em something because their friends have it and he'll usually refuse when you're there but the moment you go out to buy groceries, you'd just end up dropping the bags of grocery you had with you the moment you come home as you lay your eyes on the newly bought bikes that looks expensive asf in front of your home LMAOOOO

Yall remember that one personal story where he spent millions for us during the investigation?? He'd def do that to you and your children

They aren't even born yet and he's already having your house renovated for their rooms, already buying shit ton of toys, going to the mall ONLY for food and suddenly, hes calling you over to ask if this little baby onesie would look cute on your children</3

There is no Angst part. I mean, ITS LITERALLY ARTEM WING. HES THE GREENEST OF THE GREEN FLAGS MY BOY HAS NO FLAWS.

Luke Pearce

Also twins ngl. Energetic ones at that

Twin girls?? Absolutely (do yall know the fanarts of Lukerosa with this daughter named xiaxia😭😭😭)

Well lets just pretend theres two xiaxia's here

Anyway, he's like those uncle/grandmas that give you chocolate or money in secret when your parents aren't looking

Like maybe before you all eat dinner, daughter 1 is already hungry and is sulking bcs you didnt let her have a bite of the ice cream and here comes papa Luke to the rescue, passing her a piece of chocolate discreetly 😭

Gives your daughters piggy back rides especially when going out to family night outs or when just going to the park to have a little picnic. Or at weekend nights when you're both not working, you're all in the living room laughing softly at the 3 of em seeing them dance in the middle of the room to some children's music

OH AND ARRON IS DEFINITELY SUCH A CUTE UNCLE TO THEM OMGGG hes giving them plushies, money...toy guns..(as soon as Luke found out about it, he's immediately banned from coming over lmao/j)

Hes vv soft to his princesses but he isn't too soft that he gives them everything. I'm not rlly sure but I think he'd like practice disciple with wanting stuff like, 'Do you want the chocolate or the animal plushie? If you get the chocolate, it wouldn't last very long but if you get the plushie, you'll have it forever!'

Goes to your childhood home sometimes to hang out in the attic where you and Luke used to play in and introduces your girls to Sherlock Holmes</3

(DRESSES THEM UP AS JOHN WATSON N SHERLOCK HOLMES😭😭😭😭)

Just the best dad overall tbh

Angst part<333

He was very hesitant with having children with you with the thing abt his life and his line of work but the moment that he sees the smile on your face slowly dissipate and turn into a look of gloom, he feels guilty for even hesitating for a moment and immediately hugs you

He knows he won't be around for a while so even if he really wants to give your children proper discipline, there are moments where he just spoils them to their hearts content

Sometimes at night, he sits alone in the balcony of your own home and he smiles softly knowing that you now have little angels to look after you once the time comes.

The burden of all of these dawns on him tho. Like, what would your daughters feel like when they realize their dad's gone? What if his work as a spy results in his family getting hurt? Or worse, what if one of them gets pulled into the NXX stuff?

There are times where guilt and despair overwhelms him so pls go easy on him amd always give him cuddles<33

Your touch used to bring him comfort but why is it that when you brushed your hand against his face to wipe his tears away as you laid half conscious in his arms, it brought an overwhelming sense of fear and guilt?

He hugs your body closer to him as tears fell continously from his face, hurting at how his princesses will probably have to grow up without parents.

Marius von Hagen

He spoils them. No negotiations, no questions asked.

He has a son too btw!! (his son hates him lmao)

Your son hates it when his dad hogs or steals all your attention which then ends up having a mini Marius sulking and hugging your legs asking you with a pout if you love Marius more than him LMAOOOO

I forgot where I read this but I think its the personal story???? idk i forgot Where the cat sneaks in to his home and just hates him overall

Your son would def wanna keep the cat and claim that the cat is now his "accomplice"

Yea but with all that aside, Marius is definitely soft for his son</333 He inherited everything of his dad but he has your eyes which makes him more vulnerable to puppy dog eyes of your son when he asks his dad to get him something

He's well aware of his footing in society so he knows how to stand up to himself well. Or if paparazzi surrounds you, poor baby would scream at them and tell them how he hates them for making his mom(you) have a hard time

Surprisingly, the reporters feel bad and start making way for the three of you to go home

Marius is definitely proud of him for standing up for himself and his mom. Speaking of that, he's another sucker for his kid when you're away. You could literally blink and the moment you open your eyes again, there's suddenly a mountain of toys around u lmao

Angst part

Marius is also very aware of how dangerous it is to live in front of the camera and being exposed to the judging eyes of the public so he tries his absolute best to keep you both safe. Including with scandals, where it's said that PAX CEO Marius von Hagen is having an affair with someone else while having a family of his own. His heart breaks into a million pieces as he looks down on his son thats literally crying and hitting his leg with little to no force because of how hard he was crying.

Hes cursing his own dad on why he has the guts to make u cry like that. His last straw snaps as tears swell into his own eyes as he bends down to pick up your crying son and he hugs him tightly.

He considered leaving PAX and having someone else run it seeing how bad of an effect it left to his family but you begged him to stay there seeing how important the company is but what you didnt expect was that he'll someday put his company first before his family.

A/N:I think i kept turning away from the og plot im so sorry😭😭😭 i made this at 12 last night bcs i couldnt sleep so m sorry if it does look too good💀💀

I also just went with it and did all of em lmao I WAS ALSO HUNGRY WHILE MAKING THIS SO THATS PROLLY WHY I WAS STRAYIMG FROM THE PLOT LMAOOOOO

[aching-joints]

If one of your characters had to write an AITA post on Reddit, what would the title be?

I point to oc yap card at u ! Tell me about Jude and Alana more

I love u, ur so sweet for this!

It's funny u choose them!!!

Alana and Jude are my little lab rats who lived in isolation for like 50 years in an abandoned lab, (are they human? alien? something else? we'll find out eventually 8 -).)

Because of where they were brought up as children and later adults - a place with strict rules, a solitary room they both shared with a few books, a couch and a painting on the wall that Alana hyper fixated on for 50 odd years after the "experiment" was shut down and they were forgotten about - they have no real concept of what "AITA" would even constitute. They don't even really know how to act "human".

There's a lot to it, but the tl;dr is that Leticia went to steal something and ended up with them instead. She had to call like 4 other people to show up, because they unsettled her and she didn't want to be alone with them when taking them back "home".

Leticia actually wanted to take them back to where she picked them up from (yea, she's heartless and I'm full of angst) because they scared her and creeped her out (Alana and Jude would just sometimes stare at her for hours, it wasn't malicious though - no social cues and they did just spend 50 years in a small room with not much to do - Leticia was new).

So, the point being - there could be a lot of AITA posts (mostly Alana though, she's honestly fucking nuts, I love her though), but they possibly wouldn't even know they were the assholes and wouldn't think about it that way, unless someone told them that they were and explained why.

For them leaving that room they were abandoned in was basically exploring something new - they're not entirely human, they don't need sustenance (or so we thought) but they're discovering things like human foods, mobile phones, internet, TV, social gatherings, etc., etc.,

More to the AITA questions though

I think with Alana it might be easier because she's more eager to push boundaries she's not even aware of, ever since Leticia got her and Jude phones with internet connection, Alana has been OBSESSED. Every crappy AI food recipe? She'll fall for it. Spend six hours doom scrolling TikTok? No problem. Reddit for five hours? No problem. She's crazy about it.

It might be something to the lines of:

"AITA because I "WASTED" food trying a TikTok recipe for crunchy chicken (i've never had!!!) and accidentally giving everyone food poisoning because the chicken was raw?"

It's ridiculous on the surface, but obviously, she lacks a lot of common sense and it's been a learning process. Admittedly - Alana has a very scientific approach to things, because that's how she was raised, so her approach to actually dissecting feelings/cultural norms etc., is very skewed as well. When the topic of sex was eventually brought up, her solution was to hook up with everyone that messaged her on every dating site - she's not a fan and a bit dumb.

As for Jude.

I don't think he'd ever write an actual AITA post, because he's more level-headed than Alana, calmer, his brain isn't a continuous storm of thoughts, desires and wants like Alana's.

I think in Jude's case, he'd be more likely to directly confront the person and ask about what he did wrong and reflect on that, as much as he could, before he'd probably piss them off by asking 100 questions about why, how and again why? He's still learning too, even if he's less annoying than Alana is.

This got really long, I'm sry. 👉👈

[theodoradevlin]

|Shadows Among Bones |

SUMMARY: Sebastian's been missing and something feels wrong - an unexpected update on Anne's condition has set something darker into motion. WORD COUNT: 2.9k (buckle up)

[mostly angst, and some fluffed up plot for more realistic motivations as to why Sebastian decides to take things into his own hands. (no smut for once, I KNOW SRY building up the tension for later lolol) Takes place right before MC battle with Rookwood/ In the Shadow of the Relic]

It wasn’t hard to feel the balance of power tipping in the other direction. But she wouldn’t let that happen. Not so long as she had the ability to keep it at bay. 

These last few weeks, Theo had felt it stirring in her bones and in her magic like a warning siren…as if whatever tied her to the ancient pools of power were trying to alert her that it was compromised.

The pull of darkness felt stronger. As it tipped in that direction, she felt herself trying not to do the same.

She had been avoiding sleeping because of it. In her sleep, the dark found her, and dug it’s nails in, tinging a red aura at the edges of her blue magic.

She wanted to believe it was a warning...and not Isadora herself finding another way in. She didn’t know what was a dream, what was reality. When she woke, she swore she saw the flicks of magic still lingering at the edge of her vision, and her fingers.

But…even in her waking hours, she knew the poacher, goblin and troll attacks were all increasing at such a pace she couldn’t pretend like they weren’t related to the same struggle of balance she was feeling internally.

In short - it meant she was running out of time. And she wasn’t the only one. 

She hadn’t seen Sebastian in a few days, which was unusual for them. They had been clinging to the moments of respite they found in eachother, but those moments had become more and more frenzied. She'd be a fool not to notice the rising hunger in Sebastian's body, the way he claimed her and touched her as if he never may again.

There were demons lurking in the shadows, and they seemed to be waiting for the right moment to make themselves apparent.

Ominis knew it too.

He had been waiting for her in the transfiguration courtyard, looking just as concerned as she was. 

His eyes clouded as they found her in the crowd of students, somehow always being able to zero in on her arrival. 

“Theo.”

She didn’t like the sound of his voice. She noted the tension in his jaw, the was his graceful hands were now curled in fists, as she came up to lean against the ledge where he stood.

“Ominis.” She murmured in return, as a greeting and a question. He connected the dots for them both.

“So - I take it you haven’t seen him either?” He whispered, strained. Theo shook her head, pulling her dragon hide cloak tighter against the chill in the air, that had creeped it's way into her bones.

“No..not since two days ago. I was hoping you had come across him in the common room - has …has he not been going to sleep in his own bed?” Her heart was constricting. Ominis and Sebastian had barely 5 feet between where their bunks were situated in the dorm….he couldn’t have possibly missed him. 

“No…but I thought that’s because he was spending nights in the Room of Requirement with you. If…he’s not been with either of us I’m afraid of what he’s getting himself into. He’s only disappeared like this once before…” 

She stiffened at the worried tone that was growing in his voice. 

“When?” She pressed. 

“…It was after Anne. After she was cursed. He ran through the highlands for two days straight trying to track down the goblins who attacked her. Wouldn’t speak of what he did or what he saw when he came back…” He swallowed as realization dawned across his face.

“Ah, Fuck…”

“What is it?” She hissed.

Ominis took a deep breath, his head settling against his hands. “I..I got a letter from Anne that she's been feeling worse. Solomon is considering leaving Feldcroft. If Sebastian got the same one..." Worry etched the statement he didn't finish.

“He ..he hadn’t said anything to me.” Her chest hollowed out…had she been so busy with Fig that she had been missed something?

She never allowed herself to miss anything. She couldn’t afford to. Especially not know.

“How long?” She demanded. 

Ominis looked down. “This week."

“Dammit. I need to find him. He can't do anything reckless. Not now. Not when we’re so close..” She hated Solomon for not believing in Sebastian. She hated him for trying to kill any kind of hope for both of the twins.

Ominis looked at her skeptically.

“Are you? Close?" He breathed, "I.. I don’t like the idea of her being taken away any better than you, I promise…but Sebastian won’t speak to me about what you two have been involved. Can I …trust you?”

She paused momentarily, as she took in the seriousness and fear in his voice. She knew he didn’t trust others easily. Especially not after what he’d been forced to do in the scriptorium. 

“I promise you.” She took his hand in hers, looking him in the eye. “I know I’ve promised you a lot before, after…after the scriptorium, but just know as much as I have Sebastian’s interests in mind I also have yours, and I have Anne’s. I will do everything in my power to protect you all…and I’ll explain everything. But first we need to find Sebastian.”

He took her in for a moment as he processed her words, before placing his hands over hers as well and nodding. 

“Fair enough. Whatever we’re in for …seems were in it together. Where do we start?”

“You search the castle grounds…you know them better than I do. I’ll fly to Hogsmeade and work my way through the hamlets from there.”

“Theo - You can’t possibly take on the entirety of the Hamlets alone…that will take all night.” 

She was already moving, despite his protests. 

“If it takes all night, if it takes all week I don’t care…we’ll find him, Ominis.” 

He grimaced, nodding darkly. 

“Perhaps. But what state he’ll be in... we cannot say.”

~~~

Theo could hardly feel the ice in the wind as she raced on her broom across the valley, towards Hogsmeade. She was so numb anyhow. Numb to anything until she found him.

She pressed on, using her spell casts every few miles, searching for any sign of him. Each moment that passed she became more desperate. 

But she kept moving, dipping down closer to the land, close enough that the branches of trees whisked against her cloak. She simply held the lantern higher against the wind, its light shining in an infinite dark night, reaching for any sign of him. 

Finally, her magic picked up on the pulse of his own. It seemed familiar, but different somehow. Tinged with a darker glow. But it was still him, all the same. And she rushed towards him with everything she had. 

Her heart hammered as she veered her broom against the wind, in the direction of the Hogsmeade graveyard. 

She deftly swooped down, managing a slightly graceful landing before she started sprinting past the tombstones, the snow crunching beneath her feet where the bones of many laid bury deep underneath.

She followed those traces of his magic until she finally came upon a cloaked figure with his legs drawn up, curled up at the bottom of a mausoleum, cradled at the base of a statue of a skeleton. Sebastian.

The stone figure looked down upon him like he was death’s hand itself, with almost an expression of sadness - if skeleton’s could have expressions.

In his hands he clutched Salazar’s spell book. He didn’t look up at her arrival. 

Her voice shook as it broached the space between them.

“...Out of all the places you decide to hide out in - curious this is where you choose to find solace.” 

She was treading carefully, afraid of what was going through his mind to be holding on to that book so desperately. 

He didn’t even look up as he responded. His voice crawled out from underneath his hood as if he was a specter himself - low and haunted. 

“Is it so curious? This is where we all end up, Devlin. Maybe I’m just becoming familiar with the idea of that.”

Her brow furrowed.

“And why is it you would need to become familiar with it, Sebastian? Think we’ll end up here soon, do you?” 

His head snapped up at hers then, the shadows under his eyes deep and the gleam desperate.

“No. Not ‘we.’” He said pointedly, even despite his state he was still trying to keep her at an arms distance.

“I heard about Anne, Sebastian. Ominis told me…”

A flicker of pain ran across his expression, before it turned to steel determination again.

“So then you know why I have to do something, and it has to be done now.”

“You don’t have to be alone in this - I swore I would help you. Ominis can help you, let us both- “ 

“No. I forbid you two to get anymore involved in this than you already are.” 

He cut her off, before slowly jumping off the statue, coming towards her in an almost lethal way until she could see him up close. 

She winced. Closer, she could feel the darkness seeping off of him like a fog, enveloping him so that he was just barely visible underneath it all. She hissed.

“You’re in no position to be making demands. You’ve been looking into the dark arts again haven’t you - I.. I can feel it Sebastian. I can feel it all over you.” Her voice caught in her throat, at the sound he made an involuntary step towards her, before freezing and looking away. She grabbed his face to force him to. 

“This isn’t you. This isn’t what’s going to help Anne. Let me do it. Before you go too far.” 

His eyes slowly slid back towards her, a pained look breaking through at last and a pained cry erupting from his throat as he pulled away, leaning himself against the statue again as if it was the only thing to hold him up.

“This has ALWAYS been me Theo. Whatever makes you think we ever had a choice in all this?!” He shouted, his chest heaving. 

“I have lost everyone that would ever make me anything but this. Except Anne. Except Ominis….” His voice was strained and breaking as he finally looked up at her again.

 “Except. You.” 

He shuddered as he took her in, as if imaging the possibility of his worst fears coming true. 

“As long as that one last shred of goodness remains, I won’t risk it. I will do what it takes so you don’t have to.” 

She was shaking her head over and over at his words. 

“That’s bullshit and you know it Sebastian.” She said, running up to him again, willing her voice not to shake. He refused to look at her again.

She pushed him, he let her. 

“It’s absolute BULLSHIT.” 

He had been so fiercely protective of everything. She saw it in his eyes as he looked at her. This was his way of protecting her now. 

It only made her more angry that she pushed him again.

 “You think you’re the only one who has people they care about? I haven't had a damn family until you three - I care about Anne. I care about Ominis. And you’re a bloody fool if you think I don’t care about you. What makes you think I'm not going to do everything to protect that myself? How dare you not let me do that. No. Not when we’ve come this far together. Don’t shut me out now, damn you.”  

He still didn't look at her words, but winced at her anger.

As if in response, her magic sparked erratically around her wrists. She ....was just having trouble keeping it under control…and after these past few days…she had been trying so hard. She was exhausted. That had to be all it was. 

He seemed to notice the same thing, before giving her a pointed and knowing look. She let out a broken groan at his ability to never miss anything. Even the things she didn’t want him to see.

 She yelled out again. “Don’t. Do this. Don't Shut. Me. Out. Please.”  banging her fists against his chest, all the while sparking with blue magic, beating against the odds that were stacked against them both, that she couldn’t stop. 

“Theo. Thee, for Merlin’s sake - stop it and come here.”  He grabbed her wrists even as she struggled against him, “Come here, you fool.” He sighed exasperated before roughly pulling her against him. Using that codeword for the one things they wanted to say, but couldn’t. 

Their chests heaved together as she found she was crying. 

He continued to hold her, brushing her hair back. “Calm down. Breathe Theodora. Breathe for me.”

Slowly but surely she came back to herself, finally forcing herself to peer back up at him. 

His eyes searched hers desperately. He brushed his thumb across her cheek to wipe away the tears. 

“Thee….” His tone had become more serious, searching, “Do you think I haven’t thought of all the possible options?" The words rasped out.

".. That I haven’t been rolling the thoughts in my head, over and over again for days? Look at what I’m doing to you. Do honestly believe that you care enough about me that you’d risk loosing control of your own magic? At the expense of all those others you just mentioned? You focus on me and you’re going to end up hurting everyone anyhow. That’s all that’s going to happen the longer we ever act like this was a thing that could happen between us.” His voice broke. “I only bring out the worst in you - how can you not see that?” 

Her heart froze at his words. She whimpered weakly and he winced. 

“What are you trying to say? Haven’t you already sacrificed enough? Haven’t we both? Let us have this. We are stronger together - the scriptorium, the poacher camps… the troll at Hogsmeade…I couldn’t have done any of that with out you.” She rambled, reaching for anything desperately. 

He shook his head softly, tucking a loose curl of hers behind her ear. 

“That’s where you’re wrong. You are strong. You always have been.” 

He gave her a kiss on her forehead, stilling her so that she didn’t see the way his wand snaked out from his robes, and rested against her tempe at the same time his lips pressed against hers.

“Stupefy.”

 Sebastian murmured against her. 

Her eyes widened momentarily as she felt the spell freezing her muscles, pulling her to unconsciousness. 

Faintly she heard him promise,

“I’ll come back for you.”

But it was already the promise of a shadow.  So she let the darkness take her.

~~~

He apparated them back to the Room of Requirement, his hands shaking as he held her limp and unconscious body. 

He would never forgive himself for doing this to her, but it was the only way. As much as he didn’t want it to be. He needed to get to the catacomb, and he needed Theo as far away from him as possible. 

Even unconscious in his arms, her magic sparked in erratic ways up and down her limbs, just as his touch. He knew why. The last few days…he had made sacrifices to call the power of the dark arts. It was the only way to get the triptych to work. It had shocked him, at first,  the darker magic had seeped so seamlessly in with his own, almost as if it was always meant to be there. And now it called to hers.

He trembled, forcing the fear from his heart. 

Maybe this was always who he was. And…if that was true they would be better off without him anyway. Because it wasn't her. Where he was dark, she was light.

If this was the only way to save Anne, and keep his friends safe then he would gladly let the Dark Arts take him. 

Friends. 

He looked down at Theo again, before slowly laying her gently on the chaise lounge, pulling a throw blanket over her shivering form. 

“You’ve always been much too good for me, Devlin.” 

He whispered, rubbing her fiery hair in his fingers like it was the last time he would touch it. He leaned down to press a kiss to her temple, and a small black circular object around her pinky finger. 

“To remind you, that I’ll always be your shadow. Always behind you.” 

His voice whispered against her ear, as he let his forehead lean against hers one moment longer. 

One moment more in a string of a million moments he’d probably never deserved with her.

Gruffly, he forced himself away and charged out the door, not allowing himself to look back at her.

As he exited the room of requirement, he started towards the spiral stairs - but not before a steel voice shook him. 

“I heard you carrying her in there Sebastian.” Sebastian froze, his head turning in Ominis' direction, where he found his friend looking at him with fearful cloudy eyes, unseeing and yet piercing through his soul. “What have you done?” He hissed.

Sebastian didn’t respond. Ominis’ face twisted into anger.

“You think I don’t know you’re there? What you’ve done? I can sense your magic. Both of you. It’s different. So - I’ll repeat myself once more. What. Have. You. Done.” 

His friends hands shook in fists. Sebastian sighed. 

“Please, Ominis. It’s for Anne - Theo cannot be involved. I can’t explain now - but I have a way to save her. Meet me at the catacomb’s tomorrow.” 

They stared at each other a moment longer in silence, as Ominis froze.

Anne.

“You…you found a way to save her”

Sebastian nodded again. 

“Yes. But this will only work if you come alone.” He repeated solemnly, desperately.

Ominis nodded in reluctant agreement.

“Don’t make me regret this, Sebastian.”

There was no response. Only the brush of capes as Sebastian disappeared back into the night. 

A/N: If you made it to the bottom - godspeed!!!! Hoping to make this a three part series that lays out my own version of the ending of the game with creative liberties. SO stick around!! and if you have feedback i would cherish it forever - good or bad! ;-;