#boyo uh. this is long

[angelsanarchy]

Fever Dreams: Mike x Y/N One Shot Series PRT 02

Tagging: @icarus-star @chainsawgvtsfvck @romanroyapoligist @liquidsmoothdomme @madamemaximoff06 @drazenka @blacksoul-27 @444rockstargf @kappasbbgirl

Leff had asked Y/n to take Mike under her wing for a few drop offs knowing that if anyone could keep him in line, it would be her. When they pulled up, Sicky and Y/n were standing in the parking lot smoking a cigarette and chatting. Mike realizes he's never seen Sicky talk to anyone with a smile on his face.

"Here he is. Still in that same Halloween costume. Tell me Mikey, are you going to ever switch it up or is homo cowboy the only getup you've got?" Sicky laughed.

"Ha-ha, blow me." Mike responded leaning against the wall.

"That's more Y/n's speed." Sicky nudged her arm and she laughed.

"She's more than welcome to accept that invitation." Mike cocked his eyebrow at her.

"Yeah right. You couldn't handle me sweetheart." She chuckled at him.

"I mean if you're scared, say you're scared." Mike teased making Leff scoff.

"Stop flirting with her." Leff scolded.

"Uh oh, daddy's mad. Better behave cowboy or I'll have to tie you up." Y/n walked past Mike and flicked the top of his hat as she followed Leff into the garage. Mike watched her ass as she went inside and Sicky let out a snort.

"Oh no no no little buddy. She's way out of your league. Don't embarrass yourself kid." Sicky couldn't believe Mike was checking Y/n out.

"How is she out of my league? She works for Leff. It's safe to say she's on the same level as I am." Mike argued.

"Oh boyo, if only you knew. Y/n doesn't just work for Leff. He went out of his way to acquire her to be a part of this team. Leff would cut your balls off and hand them to you." Sicky explained.

"So they are fucking...he acted like they weren't a thing." Sicky shook his head at Mike's assumption.

"No no no, you're not hearing me. He is very protective of her. She might as well his kin. He's not going to let you fuck around with someone he took a bullet for." Mike's eyebrows went up.

"He took a bullet for Y/n? Why? When? By who?" He started questioning and Sicky waved his hands.

"Keep it down Nancy Drew!" Sicky scolded. Mike leaned against Sicky's car trying to pull whatever information out of him as he could.

"Let's just say in this game, everything has a price, sometimes even people. Y/n was caught up in a pretty shit organization but she was doing Leff a solid by keeping an eye out for your moms." Sicky explained.

Y/n walked out of the garage and looked between the two suspiciously.

"You're with me cowboy. Sic, Leff wants you with him on a meet today." She patted Mike on his chest and he smiled at her.

"Be easy with that one Y/n. Boyo still has training wheels on him." Sicky teased putting his cigarette out. Mike gave him the finger before he was left with just her standing next to the car.

"You're going to behave, aren't you?" Y/n looked him over.

"Well what kind of punishment do I get if I don't?" He cocked his eyebrow stepping into her space.

"Typically a bullet in the ass and from what I've seen-" She grabbed a handful of his ass and squeezed.

"You've got an awfully nice ass to be pulling bullets out of." She smirked. Mike bit his lip at the feeling of her hands gripping his ass.

"Seriously, keep your head down and we'll be just fine. Good boys get prizes too." She teased as she slipped into the driver's seat of the car. Mike quickly adjusted himself before getting into the passenger seat.

"So...how long have you worked for Leff?" Mike asked casually making her chuckle.

"You spent 10 minutes with Sicky outside and that's your first question?" She asked playfully. Mike rolled his eyes.

"I was trying to be subtle." Mike kept his eyes on her as she drove.

"Oh baby, nothing about any of this is subtle." She reached over and tugged on the collar of his leather jacket.

"I've got to ask, is this like a legit taste in fashion for you or are you trying to create a name for yourself in the game?" She asked seeming genuine.

"I just happen to like it. Plus the hat keeps my hair from being all over the place." Mike explained seeing her nod her head.

"I mean if I'm being honest, the leather looks sexy on you and the hat isn't awful. Who doesn't want to think about riding dick when they see a guy in the middle of the day at a bank." Y/n made wild gestures with her free hand and Mike laughed.

"So you're admitting that you thought about it when you first saw me?" Mike asked.

"I mean my first thought was what crazy metrosexual just jumped into Leff's backseat and will I have to hide his body." Mike found himself laughing more in the last 5 minutes with Y/n than he has since moving to New York.

"We can talk about first impressions and braid each other's hair another time. Right now, I want to show you how things are done so everyone gets paid and no one loses an eye." Y/n pulled up to a location and parked the car.

"As much as I know you'll want to, keep your eyes alert and off my ass...you get a 2.5 second window to get a glance but that's it." She got out of the car and Mike took a few seconds to steal glances before getting out. He shut the door and she stood next to him.

"Eyes on the prize, Billy the Kid." She teased.

"I thought you said I only get 2.5 seconds?" Mike commented throwing his hands out. Y/n rolled her eyes and started for the front door of the establishment.

Mike had a soft spot for her and he knew it was only going to get so much worse.

[tumb1rprincess]

Oh man, Arthur’s really freaking out now and all John can do is say “I know, I know” over and over and try to keep him from drowning in his panic. Damn, I feel like this is the most scared we’ve heard him sound, he’s practically having a panic attack at this point.

Oh boy, this deal with Scratch is going to backfire or turn out really bad or something.

You don’t know how much I sighed in relief when Oscar showed up, finally a friendly face.

Hold on, John missed Daniel and Oscar when Arthur passed by, did he forget them and what they looked like? God damn it, what the hell is going on with him? And he's still in denial about it. It’s getting worse and if he’s forgetting when Arthur really needs to know who’s in front of him, god, that’s bad. That’s really bad.

Daniel for god’s sake, now is not the time to talk about Winston Churchill!

Arthur being so confused about Oscar offering to help just because he genuinely wants to, god, how long has it been since someone’s helped him with no strings attached? Like, he’s had John, but other people, it’s been so long since he’s been able to trust another person.

Ah, Noel’s finally here. Saw a little bit of him too when checking this fandom out. Now we’ve got someone on board who solves crimes like Arthur used to, it’ll be interesting to see if they work the same way or if their methods differ from each other. Also got a bit of mystery to him, what's his backstory?

Oh god, oh god, this whole stand off with Collins and Arthur in Daniel’s room, god, I can barely breathe, this is so tense.

Arthur going “Daddy should have taught you how to tie a better knot, boyo” and “Good dog” had me, uh...feeling a certain way. Like

Collins got fucking wrecked, woooooooo! Have fun in jail, sucka! And yes, I know he's probably not going stay there for long 'cause that's just how this show is, but let me revel in this moment a little bit.

I know John's being cautious here, and part of me is wondering if this is going to lead to some bad outcomes, but Arthur's been on his own for a long time. Friends like Oscar and Noel could be good for him. He's been trying really hard to see the good in himself, let him see the good in other people too.

[sillybucket]

“I will be okay” { Stolas x g/n reader }

Woo my first Tumblr fanfic - I’m a little nervous I’ll admit … my writing skills are painfully mediocre but still I hope this came out at least okay-ish :,)👍

I wanna apologize in advance for the possible ooc moments … I’m admittedly not a professional writer , I barely know what I’m doing sometimes ;_;

Also if someone already wrote something similar , know it’s not my intention to copy anyone !

🍃 Warnings 🍃 : none , this is just pure fluff featuring the reader visiting the owl boyo at the hospital after the events of season 2’s fourth episode … cause dammit , after all he went through he deserves some affection :,I

🌙 . 🌙 . 🌙 . 🌙 . 🌙 . 🌙 . 🌙 . 🌙 . 🌙 . 🌙 . 🌙 .

< Your highness ? >

The nurse’s words seemed to bring Stolas back to reality : he turned around to look at her , his tired eyes barely able to stay open …

His encounter with Striker was still very vivid in his mind , and despite his resilience the Prince was feeling completely exhausted after all the hits and wounds he had received …

All he wanted to do was sleep , desperately trying to pretend that all that had happened was nothing but a bad dream , and holding on to the hope that after closing his eyes he would’ve woke up back to his mansion , back to his daughter …

And back to his beloved .

< Yes ? What is it ? >

, he asked , letting out a hiss as his bandaged leg started to hurt after his sudden movement .

< Well , uh , there is a demon out here … they said they want to see you . >

The nurse adjusted her glasses , looking down on a paper she was holding .

< Their name is (y/n) , do you know them ? Should I let them in ? >

Stolas’s eyes widened , and he immediately shifted to a sitting position , ignoring his aching leg and wounds .

< Oh - oh yes ! Please , let them in ! >

His heart beat quickened as he watched the nurse walk out the room : oh , how he longed to see them , to hold them in his arms and feel their comforting warmth …

After a moment the door opened once again , and a familiar demon slowly walked forward , their worried gaze softening as they stared into the Prince’s scarlet eyes …

< Hey sweetie … I’m so glad to see you . >

, they said , approaching the hospital bed and sitting beside him .

Stolas let out a soft little hoot as their hands caressed his cheek , looking at (y/n) with a loving smile .

< Me too , dearest , I’ve … really missed you . >

He kissed the palm of their hand , taking a deep breath …

< I hope I didn’t scare you too much … I can’t imagine how worried you must’ve been , finding out with a sudden text that I was here at the hospital . >

The Prince sighed , looking down at the floor .

< This is nothing to be concerned about , my love … I’m quite tough , I’ll be fine in no time … I’m just sorry I made you come all this way just for me , I hope you weren’t too busy … I do not want to waste your time , so if you have something else to do or somewhere to be you should probabl - >

While he was talking Stolas hadn’t noticed that (y/n) had gotten closer to him , and when they pressed their lips against his he let out a little surprised gasp before closing his eyes , kissing them back while holding them close to him .

When they both pulled away , (y/n) put their hands on his shoulders , careful to avoid touching any of his wounds …

< Stolas , sweetheart … nothing is more important to me than knowing you’re okay . Besides , you should be more worried about yourself : you’re the one who got kidnapped and beat up by a wanted assassin . >

The Prince looked up at them and smiled softly , leaning forward to leave a kiss on their forehead .

< Thank you , (y/n) … it means so much that you care about me . I love you . >

He looked at the pink shades of the sky outside the window , taking a deep breath while holding them in his arms and caressing their hair …

Despite everything that went wrong that day , despite not knowing what was going to happen in the future , Stolas knew that with his beloved starlight by his side he was going to be okay .

🌙 . 🌙 . 🌙 . 🌙 . 🌙 . 🌙 . 🌙 . 🌙 . 🌙 . 🌙 . 🌙 .

If you’re reading this , thank you so much for getting to the end of my silly fanfic :D

Feel free to share your thoughts about it , I’m always happy to see some feedback ^^ I’m very bad at handling my time so I have no idea when I’ll make another one , but I’m definitely planning to do more x readers , maybe from other fandoms I’m into :)👍

Bye now , stay safe ! ❤️

[manzanamarim]

Been replaying Hades obsessively (as you do) and I love how almost every character addresses Zagreus differently? it's so small but it adds to their charm

Long-ish post and some small spoilers for characters and relationships!

Meg and Than call you both Zagreus and Zag. your partners!

Hades calls you Boy (derogatory) and only later does he call you by name occasionally

Nyx calls you child or my child. She is mother of many

Achilles calls you lad, in a gentle way, your mentor

Dusa calls you Prince, and later as she gets more comfortable also calls you by name

Cerberus... none of his heads posses the gift and curse of speech.

Skelly goes BOYO! I love him

Hypnos I noticed never calls you by anything, usually just goes "you"

Persephone calls you my son, as well as Zagreus of course

Charon calls you hhhrrrgggghhhhhhh...

Sysiphus calls you Prince Z. very casual, he's your buddy!

Alecto calls you redblood (derogatory), or uh. trash god. very sweet of her

Tis goes murrdererrrrrrrrr (and zagreus!)

Chaos says O Son of Hades. I love how they speak

Orpheus calls you friend or my friend, in that melancholic way of his

Eurydice calls you Your Royal Majesty and such, all very playful though!

Patroclus calls you stranger, keeping his distance even though really you aren't a stranger anymore

Theseus calls you all sorts of things of course. Deamon, fiend, blackguard, etc. very extra

Asterius calls you short one. ouch but fair I guess

Zeus calls you nephew,

while Poseidon also calls you Little Hades which is cute ngl

Athena calls you Noble Cousin, very fancy

Ares calls you my kin, he is very into all this fighting huh

Aphrodite calls you little godling (<3)

Dyonisus calls you man, and sometimes Zag, he's chill like that

Artemis calls you "you" mostly, sometimes by your name. she is more introverted and awkward

Hermes calls you Coz. No time to say the full word

Demeter calls you little sprout. very cute actually

And I think that's all, hopefully! if I missed anyone I'll add em later but do you see what I mean? I bet you could hear all of these in their respective voices too, they all have so much personality

[yuurivoiceincorporated]

I read one of your fics and i thought it was really good and when i went to request an idea my rat brain went “oh i forgot to follow hehe” so uh yeah.

So could I request Seth, Finn, Al, and Jack with naptime with their S/O? (If its too many boyos you can merge seth and al together.)

NAPTIME YEEEEAAHHH (sorry I love naps lmao)

Sweet Dreams

-Alphonse/ Seth x reader (poly)

-Finn x reader

-Jack (the new version ig) x reader

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Al/ Seth:

After a long day of laborious baking and playing games, you decided to rest. You set up everything all nice and cozy, your spot of resting adorned with various soft pillows, blankets, and plushies. (Some of which may have been stolen from Alphonse’s room, after all, he did say you had sticky fingers)

As you laid there, your eyelids began to get heavier and heavier with each passing second, and soon enough you had dozed off to dreamland.

What you didn’t expect was two bozos joining you while you rest.

Alphonse came back after closing up the shop and Seth, well, he was probably out in the woods. Hugging a tree or something.

They came back home to find you snuggled up in many soft things. They weren’t sure what to do but they just shrugged and laid down next to you. You were in the middle, Alphonse and Seth on either side.

They studied your sleeping expression and cooed at how cute you were before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. Then they fell asleep with you, in a bundle of warmth and love.

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Finn:

You had come to Finn’s shop to help out with some of the organizational stuff. He had offered to pay you, but you declined. In the back of the shop, there was you—sorting out inventory and various stock. You had been there for hours, so you ended up falling asleep without even knowing it.

Finn came in 10 minutes later, surprised and confused. Part of him felt guilty for working you so hard. After calming himself down, he picked you up and carried you somewhere that’s more suitable for naps.

He made a makeshift bed out of boxes and pillows. He laid you on it, and by some miracle you were still asleep. Then… he just watched you. Not in a creepy way, though. He was mostly just trying to watch over you. He brushed some stray strands out of your face and kisses the top of your head. He whispered a small “Rest easy.” Before getting back to work.

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Jack (sorry if it’s OOC I’m not sure I know much about him):

You were invited by Jack to go on a walk with him on the beach. The two of you were laughing, talking, and occasionally flirting. Eventually, the two of you sat down on the sand upon seeing the sun beginning to set. The grains of sand felt strangely good between your toes, and the sun lit Jack’s face well, his brown locks looking almost golden.

He noticed you were getting a bit sleepy and offered his shoulder for you to rest on for a bit before heading back home, to which you agreed without hesitation.

You let your eyes close and breathing slow while you were resting on Jack’s shoulder. He adjusted you so that you were sitting in his lap, and rocked you along to the rhythm of the waves before whispering a small, “I love you” in your ear.

[miintsprigz]

Hey there!! Can you write something about the mercs reactions to a GN!Reader showing signs of toxicity towards the mercs and them confronting them and rebuilding their relationship together. It would be really cute :3 especially with scout (I just think he's a soft boyo lololol)

Not gonna lie to ya, this one was a challenge for me, I even asked to have it proofread. It’s not often I see a prompt like this. I really like it though—I don’t think we see repairing relationships and changing toxic behavior enough. It so often gets shut down, and while unfortunately there are times where you must separate, sometimes you can work on it!

So thank you for such a raw and real prompt, Anon. I appreciate you, and I hope that this meets your expectations and makes you smile.

GN!Reader who shows some toxicity from previous relationships

Song used for inspiration: Heart To Heart by Mac Demarco

Characters: Scout (TF2)

Warnings: uh, I don’t know—there are implications of past relationship trauma here (toxic behavior is sadly often learned from previous toxic relationships), so please be wary of that. Also, this may be considered a somewhat “difficult conversation”, but I promise you it ends well.

_

You sat on your bed, staring at your feet as they dangled just above the floor. A fast heartbeat pounded in your ears, you swore you could feel the blood coursing through every part of you.

Jeremy had said that he…wanted to talk to you. He wasn’t always the most conscientious of the connotation of his words. As soon as terror flooded your face, he had immediately clarified.

“You’re not in trouble, I promise! Geez, now I know how Ma felt…no, but it’s somethin’ serious…somethin’ important, ya know?”

That still left a good bit to the imagination.

So as the Scout finally made his way over to your room, you felt sick to your stomach. You still got that trademark knock on your doorframe.

“Hey. All set?”

Ready as I’ll ever be. Which is not at all.

You nodded your head, feeling the beginnings of a lump in your throat.

You felt the bed sink just a little as he sat down beside you—light as a feather, always, even holding still.

“I’m sorry that I made a whole big deal here but…well, it is a big deal to me.”

You truly thought you knew what was coming. You’d heard it before, out of people’s mouths, in the things they didn’t say, and echoing for years longer in your own mind, after the people voicing it were long out of your life.

“…you’ve had enough of me?”

“What??”

Genuine shock filled his voice, you could feel him go rigid.

“No. Absolutely not. That…that’s not even a thought in my mind, (Y/N), honest.”

Out of the corner of your eye, through quickly blurring vision, you saw a bandage-wrapped hand reaching for yours. You felt frozen, distant. Giving you a moment to move if you wanted to, he placed his hand over yours gently.

“Could ya just take a breath, babe? Please.”

You did just that, the sound rattling painfully. Why couldn’t you get through things like this without getting so emotional…

“I am not goin’ anywhere, okay? You know I love you, right?”

“…yeah.”

“…does it…not feel that way sometimes?”

The question sort of brought you back a bit, out of the haze of dread that conversations like this thrusted you into.

“…m…maybe…?”

“Yeah. I could kinda tell.”

Oh no. “I’m sorry—”

“It’s okay, don’t worry, lemme just explain a bit here—”

His fingertips brushed the back of your hand. A few tears escaped your eyes, but somehow, the gentle touch grounded you a bit.

“See…I forget stuff a lot. I’m not the sharpest tool in the shed. You know it, I know it. And I know it’s not good. But sometimes, when I do that, even if it’s by accident, it feels like ya kinda…shrink back? Or if I tell ya somethin’s goin’ on… Ya get quiet, even after I say I’m sorry, and…I just worry.”

He fidgeted a little, trying to sit more upright.

“And so…Spy talked to me, the other day. He felt bad revealin’ it—ah, who am I kiddin’, the guy loves this stuff—that you said I’m… really loud. And I’m sometimes too… in your face?”

You could feel your face flush as you remembered what you had said. Part of you was mad at Spy for telling Scout, he surely knew this was sensitive information…but…

“He said he told you that you should tell me to cut it out…and it seemed ta him like ya thought I wouldn’t do anything if ya did.”

You looked up to find that he was already looking right at you. He didn’t look angry. Not anywhere. But surely he must have been…right?

“…was it somethin’ like that?”

Slowly, you nodded your head, feeling your shoulders go stiff.

He looked down at his hand, still over yours, and looked back up at you worriedly.

“…I think ya might be doin’ it now. And I might be too. Do you want me ta move back?”

“N-No!!!”

Jeremy’s eyes went wide, blinking quick, before his mouth went taut on the edges.

“…are ya sure that ya mean that?”

You went to reassert that yes, yes you did…but you knew that you didn’t mean that. The contact had helped at first, but it was too much right now. Slowly, you shook your head.

“…yeah. See, (Y/N), this is why I wanted ta talk.”

His hands folded together, pulling away from you. You couldn’t look at him anymore, staring down at your lap through a veil of tears.

“Ya can look down if it helps ya. I know this is kinda…scary, I guess? But just listen to me, please.”

You nodded, and did just that.

Scout took a breath, and it felt like he was weighing each word.

“You want me to feel at ease when we’re together, right?”

You nodded again. His voice was so soft. The normally bombastic and energetic speed and volume had been dialed down. So careful. Very unlike how he was with the others.

“Yeah. I want you to feel that way, too. And if that means that I gotta knock somethin’ off, I’d like you…ta let me know, ya know what I mean?”

A slightly nervous laugh sounded from him, and you were beginning to see what he was trying to say.

He did forget important dates—you knew he didn’t mean to, but it hurt. And as much as you loved seeing him happy and excited, the volume and the physical contact could be extremely overstimulating.

“I’m not angry at you at all, by the way. I never wanted you ta feel like that. Maybe other people have gotten mad at ya for, for tellin’ em you didn’t like stuff they did. But I won’t. I promise ya that. And you know how stubborn I am about promises.”

A slight smile came to your face, even with how hard you were trying not to cry.

“…did people do that to ya, (Y/N)? People ya grew up with? Or other folks ya dated?”

Your lip quivered, and again, you nodded your head.

“Oh…I’m sorry, baby. That ain’t right. Not at all. You’re never gonna get any of that with me, and if you do? You tell me. Don’t hold nothin’ back, okay? Cuz that’s the last thing I’d ever wanna do to ya.”

Feeling bold enough to look up again, in spite of basically falling apart at this point, you caught a switch between the most serious you had ever seen Scout…and possibly the most adoring look he’d ever given to you.

“…I love you so much, (Y/N). I don’t know if I’ve ever loved anyone so much. I’m tellin’ ya all this because I love ya! You’re such a sweetheart—you’re always lookin’ out for me. Very few people have done that, so it means everythin’ ta me.”

You exhaled softly, a muted laugh, and that seemed to perk him up even more.

“And I don’t just love what ya do, I love everything you are. The way ya smile, the way ya make jokes, the way ya sing…it’s all so…so good, baby. You are so good.”

You couldn’t help but smile at that. If he had a tail, it would be wagging. The voices that so often nagged at you that he’d get tired of you went dead silent whenever he talked like this. And in moments like these, you knew he was telling the truth.

“You make me feel like I’m on top of the world. So, could ya give me the chance ta look out for you, too? Cuz I want to. Tell me anything, and I’ll do the best I can to make it happen. I’m always gonna be a little loud, a little clingy, a little…obnoxious. But…you knew that, right?”

Slowly, you nodded, wiping your eyes, your tears having subsided.

“Yeah. And I love you so much because of…a-and sometimes, in spite of those things.”

“See? There ya go!! That was great. May I uh…”

Scout stretched his hand out, and, now wanting to hold it, you quickly grabbed on tight, and tried to pull him in closer. He caught on quick.

“Oh…oh! Okay, hang on…”

Wrapping you in his arms, Scout held you close.

“Is this good?”

You fidgeted a little, then nodded. “Yeah. This is great, Jeremy. Hey…”

“Hm?”

“…thank you. For talking to me. I know it can be hard to talk stuff through with me sometimes. I was so, so scared…that you were just done…”

“I knew ya were, babe. And I hate seein’ ya hurtin’ so much. But, I think…when ya love a person—like, really love ‘em—you’ll do what ya gotta do to make it the best it can be. Even if that means doin’ scary stuff.”

“Yeah…yeah, I think I got it.”

Giggling a little, Jeremy reached for the side of your face with one hand, and you leaned into it, craning your head upwards to peck him on the lips before you curled up against his chest.

“I know it’s hard when ya learned somethin’ one way for years, and now ya gotta…unlearn it, I guess? Honestly, it was hard not ta mess around with the resta the guys when I first got here, cuz I was used’ta it with my brothers back home. But…honestly, I got a different deal with these wackos, so the change kinda works out.”

Giggling at his teasing the others, you looked back up at him, feeling your once racing heart now only aflutter with joy at being in the arms of the man you loved.

“…I think this one works out too.”

“Yeah.”

[ladyredsclassroom]

Charms and Potions

One-shot from a longer story I am working on. The main character is OC--Niamh McGonagall, niece of Minerva McGonagall. She's a charms professor at Hogwarts after living in the U.S. for the last 10 years. She and Severus fell in love during their 6th year in school. This is just a small piece.

Takes place during the first book.

Christmastime was upon Hogwarts. The castle glistened and gleamed with enchanted lights and candles. Holly and garland were strung up. Christmas trees adorned every free corner and space. Presents and bows glittered and the air surrounding the castle was of good tidings and joy. Niamh loved Christmas. Every year, after Thanksgiving, she and her father set up the decorations outside of their house in the States. It was done the Muggle way, which at first proved tedious, but then it became their favorite pastime. The first weekend of December, Niamh could pop to her grandmother’s for the weekend to put up her decorations–but she could wait until nightfall to do it with magic. Niamh was delighted and a little wistful. She missed her parents greatly during this time of year, but she resolved herself to make it a wonderful first Christmas with Severus. 

The week before the break was about to begin Niamh and Astrid were sitting in the lounge going over the presents they had gotten for their loved ones. Niamh was describing the new cravat pin that she purchased for Severus, among other things. When Potions Master came through the door with a gleeful smirk. Astrid looked at Severus and then glanced at Niamh. 

Astrid looked at the man in black and cocked an eyebrow, I don’t trust the look in your eye, Severus. This never seems to end well for someone. 

Severus clasped his arms behind his back and walked toward the women, I have no idea what you mean, Professor Diggory. I am simply enjoying the festive nature of the season. 

Niamh rolled her eyes and then narrowed her gaze at him. She gave him an incredulous look, Severus, what did you do? 

Severus looked at her with outrage, Why do you assume that I have done anything? What if something was asked of me? 

Niamh shut her eyes and fell back on the sofa. Astrid looked from Niamh to Severus and then said, Wait, what’s happening? 

Niamh pinched the bridge of her nose, I suspect we are going to find out in three, two…

Minerva’s voice thundered in the hallway as the lounge door flew open, WHERE IS HE? 

Niamh looked over at Astrid, One. 

Astrid giggled, Off to the races. Astrid looked at Niamh as Severus took a seat in the chair next to Astrid. He crossed his leg over his knee with a smirk. 

Minerva flumed toward him. Her voice grew calm and dangerous, What do you think you are doing? 

Severus clasped his hands as he leaned his elbows on the arms of his chair. He looked over to Minerva in nonchalance, Minerva, I think your question should be what has Albus asked me to do? Your–

She rounded on him in anger, Don’t you dare try to get out of this, Severus. You know exactly what you are doing. 

Niamh huffed and crossed her arms over her chest, and Astrid leaned into her, How long has it been since their last fight? 

Niamh looked at her watch and then the calendar hanging over a countertop, Uh, 3 days. I think. It’s become white noise at this point. 

Severus ignored the two women on the sofa looking at Minerva and softly said, " Aunt Min…

Minerva rounded on him as she shouted, DON’T YOU AUNT MIN, ME, BOYO. THIS IS CERTAINLY NOT THE TIME TO PLAY THAT CARD. 

Astrid burst into a loud laughter as Niamh stood, Will you two stop it? What the hell happened?

Severus looked at Niamh, Your aunt is upset that I am going to referee the Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff. 

Minerva seethed, Your idiot husband thinks this a good way to protect Potter–completely neglecting his bias and hatred toward our house. 

Severus placed his hand on his chest, his voice was full of mirth, Minerva, I deeply resent that accusation. How can I harbor any hatred toward your house when I am in fact marrying into Gryffindor. I am simply doing what Albus has asked of me. 

Minerva started to yell at Severus as Nimah stepped forward. Niamh threw her head back, sighed, as she raised her voice, Christ. ENOUGH!

Severus and Minerva dropped their mouths open and stared at Niamh in shock. It wasn’t often that she raised her voice in anger or annoyance. Astrid folded herself into the sofa as her eyes streamed with tears with laughter. Severus looked over to her with a chuckle–Niamh deeply resented at this moment that Astrid and Severus got along so well. She felt like she was trying to diffuse a bomb. Niamh looked at her aunt and then to Severus. She started to pace around the room as Minerva huffed and brooded with her arms folded over her chest. Severus sat like a kid on Christmas. 

Niamh pointed at Severus, You know exactly what you are doing, and don’t try to deny it. I don’t care that Uncle Albus asked you to do this. You should not be chortling in Aunt Min’s face. Minerva grunted in agreement and then Nimah turned to face her aunt, And, you, Aunt Min–

Watch it, young lady. 

Niamh huffed and placed her hands on her hips, Aunt Minerva. Astrid and Severus whipped their heads around to see how Minerva was going to react. Minerva dropped her arms and adopted a shocked look. Niamh continued, While I sometimes share your sentiment about my idiot–She looked at Severus with scowl–husband. Severus scrunched his face in annoyance and started to protest. Niamh held her hand up to his face and continued,  I do believe the larger objective here is to protect Potter. After what was pulled at the last match. Niamh sighed, It somewhat makes sense. Minerva started to sputter and rage. Niamh held up her hand to her aunt this time. She pointed at Severus again in annoyance, Severus, you know damn well I will know if you call a fair game or not. And, if there is any type of bias or bad call. She looked at him with narrowed eyes as she crossed her arms over her chest, I will ensure that you and Sybil will be seated next to each other at every meal and meeting until the end of the year. 

Severus looked at her, dismayed, Niamh, no, you wouldn’t. 

Minerva hooted and cheered behind them. Niamh pointed at her, I would. She turned to her aunt, And, as for you, the same punishment goes for you if you give him a hard time in any capacity. Got it? 

Minerva’s arms fell to her sides, You can’t do that to me. I am your boss–and your godmother. 

Niamh placed her hands on her hips, Yeah, well, I have to live with my idiot husband–. She pointed to Severus.

Severus looked up and said, I would appreciate it if everyone would stop calling me an idiot. 

Niamh ignored him, –and it only makes my life more difficult when you are making his life difficult. And, honestly, vice versa. Now, this match is 3 months away. If I have to endure this for 3 months–I will lock you both in the dungeons. 

Minerva and Severus huffed and looked at each other. Niamh stared at them angrily until they both vaguely nodded in agreement. Astrid looked at Niamh in awe, Where have you been all these years? We needed you like 10 years ago, Niamh. 

Niam’s face relaxed with a smirk, You really think that’s going to last–I give it until tomorrow until I have to remind them of my threat. 

Astrid stood and linked her arm under Niamh’s, True, but it’s quite entertaining to watch. Come on, let’s get to dinner–I am starving. 

The four of them walked into the Great Hall and up to the High Table. Minerva took her seat next to Albus. As Niamh was going to sit, in between Severus and Minvera, she saw Sybil Trelawny approach the table. She teetered as she walked and looked generally spooked to be out of her tower. Niamh took Sybil’s arm and said warmly, Sybil, so good to see you! I feel like I haven’t had time to catch up with you. 

Sybil smiled brightly and touched Niamh’s arm, Oh, Niamh! Yes, thank you, dear. I so rarely come down–I have to give the spirit a break, you understand. 

Niamh nodded with a smile, Of course! I got quite far with Divination–it can take its toll. Niamh felt the eye rolls from Severus and Minerva. 

Sybil brightened at Niamh’s words. Niamh realized there were a rare few that actually understood or tried to talk with her. Sybil touched her hand, Too right, my dear. Are you sitting here? 

Niamh saw Severus’s and Minerva’s heads whip in her direction. Niamh smirked and saw an open seat next to Astrid on the other side of the table. Niamh patted her arm, Oh, no, Sybil, you go right ahead. I just remembered that I needed to speak to Astrid about something during dinner. Severus and Minerva huffed and stared at each other. As Niamh bounced down the table to take her seat with Astrid. 

Niamh sat and saw the murderous looks that Severus and Minerva gave her from their places. Astrid leaned in with a laugh, There is no way you planned this. 

Niamh laughed loudly as she threw her head back, No, I did not. It seems God is smiling at me today–this shows Aunt Min and Severus that I am not messing around. She glanced at Severus and Aunt Min as she continued, However, I do feel like I will get a talking to after dinner. 

Astrid laughed, From which one? 

Niamh sipped her wine with a smirk, Dealer’s choice, Ast. 

Throughout dinner, Minerva and Severus spent their evening rolling their eyes, pretending to seem faintly interested in what Sybil was saying, and casting angry glances at Niamh. When Sybill finally stood from her place, Severus leaned over to Minerva and whispered conspiratory, How are we going to get back at Niamh?

Minerva grinned mischievously, Who is someone she cannot stand? 

Severus looked around the table and huffed, Dear God, she’s friendly with everyone on the staff. Damn it. 

Minerva looked around, Why does she have to be so well liked? This is annoying. 

Severus scanned the table, She’s even friendly with Septima and Irma. 

Minerva scanned and her eyes came to Simon Thornhill, What about him? She nodded her head in his direction. 

Severus growled lowly, What about him? 

Minerva scrunched her face, She absolutely cannot stand Simon. 

Severus grunted, Neither can I. After he made a pass at Niamh, every time I see him I want to throttle him across the Great Hall. He still looks at her too long for my liking. 

Minerva smirked and said, Severus, as much as I appreciate how you protect my niece, you cannot help that someone looks at her. 

Severus scrunched his face, Trust me, Minerva, if I could, I would. 

Minerva rolled her eyes, Well, I don’t think we should go quite that far. We want to embarrass her, not give her a coronary. 

Severus’ head whipped toward Minerva, That’s it. I’ve got it. 

Minerva looked at him with an arched eyebrow, What are you thinking, Severus? 

He smirked tightly, What’s the one thing you are always lecturing us about–despite the fact we have never given you cause to worry or lecture once?

Minerva took a sip of her wine, You two fooling around the castle like students. 

Severus laughed, Which we have never given you just cause to do, have we? 

Minerva scoffed, That I am aware of–yet, at some point I will always find out. 

Orion craned his head toward the pair and laughed toward Severus, Is Minnie here giving you hell about your tryst behind the One-Eyed Witch statue last week? 

Minerva snapped her head toward Severus and scowled at him. Severus pinched the bridge of his nose and hung his head in defeat. He looked at Orion, No, big mouth. 

Orion looked from Minerva to Severus and demurred, Oh, whoops. Sorry, Sev. 

Severus stood quickly before Minerva could say anything. He moved quickly from his place and started down the aisle. To his chagrin, the almost 60 year old witch caught up with him. She grabbed his arm, What was this tryst Orion was talking about, Severus? 

Severus grabbed her arm angrily and growled at her, Keep your voice down, Minerva. He ushered her outside of the Great Hall. He looked at her. Her eyes weren’t angry, but her arms were crossed over her chest. There was a mischievous smile that she fought off. Severus huffed loudly, but then brought his voice to a whisper, Niamh and I just kissed behind the One-Eyed Witch statue. Nothing more. He held up his hands, I swear. And, it was my fault anyway. I heard her walking by and I–. He looked down and fiddled with his hands. He dropped them to his sides, I wanted to be spontaneous and romantic. 

Minerva appraised him and fought a smile. She nodded her head curtly, Okay, then. 

Severus looked up at her in surprise, You’re not mad? 

Minerva shook her head and then linked her arm through his, No, son, I am not. Honestly, I think it’s incredibly sweet that you go out of your way to make Niamh feel special. Do I wish you would keep it inside of your rooms? Yes. But, no harm, no foul. She wagged her head from side to side, I guess, since the two of you didn’t get this chance when you were students here, and I understand if you want to make up for some things. It’s sweet. 

Severus blushed slightly, I guess that it is. In truth, it’s very easy with her–to drop the facade. I don’t feel like I have to hide. I don’t feel like a shell of myself with her. And, I am very grateful for that. But, I don’t want Niamh to feel like I can’t break this character. She deserves someone that will love her all the time, not just behind closed doors. 

Minerva patted his arm and gave him a sweet, loving smile, Oh, darling. I take it you have told her this, hm? 

Severus nodded, In so many words, but yes. I have. 

Minerva nodded, Good, I am glad. But, Severus, you do love Niamh all the time. It is very evident–at least to the people who actually know you. You listen to her, you take care of her, you comfort her, and you support her. And, more importantly, you have never asked her to be anything but herself. That, Severus, is the greatest way to show your love for her. 

Severus patted the hand that she had placed on his arm and smiled at her, Does this mean you are mad about the Gryffindor/Hufflepuff match anymore? 

Minerva contorted her face into a grimace. She glanced over at him and sighed, Fine. I guess I can let it go for now–but, Severus, I’m watching you. 

Severus looked over at her, I know, I know. Between you and Niamh, I won’t step one foot out of line. 

Minerva laughed, Who are you more afraid of, son? Me or your wife? 

Severus chuckled, I have to live with my wife, so obviously her–however, that doesn’t mean you aren’t a close second. 

Good, she gave him a satisfied nod. 

Severus patted her hand, Now, you want to hear my plan on how to get back at Niamh for her stunt at dinner. Minerva ‘s eyes gleamed with mischief, and Severus gave her a curious look. He regarded her, Minerva, by that look in your eye–it’s some old self of you shining through. Were you a troublemaker in school? 

Minerva pursed her lips and tilted her nose in the air, How dare you? I was Head Girl, I will have you know. 

As Severus and Minerva were walking down the corridor, Poppy came up behind them with a scoff, Ach, Severus, don’t let Minerva fool you. Niamh get’s her spirit from somewhere. Min, tell Severus how you charmed the suits of armor to fight a battle in the Great Hall your 6th year. Poppy kept walking down the hallway, humming to herself happily. 

Minerva blanched at Poppy’s comment and nervously looked at Severus, who grinned at her, Minerva, you’re kidding.

Minerva closed her eyes and sighed, Okay, maybe there were one or two things. 

The pair heard Poppy’s voice down the hall, She should also tell you about how she transfigured all Slytherin House water goblets into birds and they flew away. 

Minerva’s voice rose and octave, Poppy! Severus arched an eyebrow at her and Minerva leveled him a glare, Don’t give me that look! It was after I was badly fouled in the last match I played! They absolutely deserved it! 

Severus rolled his eyes and grabbed her arm, I’ll get it go. For now. Minerva grunted and continued walking. Severus pulled her close, Now, I want you to meet us in the Astronomy Tower in about an hour or so, okay? 

Minerva looked at him in shock, Severus, I am not going to walk in while you two are, she shook her hands in front of her to imply her meaning. 

Severus rolled his eyes, Don’t be daft, woman. Of course not. I will keep it family friendly, Scout’s Honor. 

Minerva rolled her eyes, You were a Scout? 

Severus shook his head and shrugged his shoulders, No, it just felt like something I should say. 

Minerva smirked and nodded, You think this is really going to get her goat? 

Severus gave her a mischievous grin, I do. Especially now that you know about the One-Eyed Witch. You have free reign to play up the dramatics. 

Minerva looked at him with an incredulous stare, I am not dramatic. 

Severus snorted a laugh, Okay, Minerva, whatever you say. 

Severus walked back to his room.  When he walked through his portrait, Niamh was sitting on the sofa–she hadn’t changed from the day. She was sitting reading her book. Severus held out his hand, Come on, love. I want to show you something. 

Niamh gave him a curious look, Where are we going? 

Severus said with a smile, Astronomy Tower. 

Niamh shut her book and stood. She walked to Severus and looked up at him, What do you want to show me? 

It’s a surprise. 

Niamh crossed her arms over her chest, You said the same thing last week, and it ended with me being bent over your desk. Severus grabbed her shoulders. He gave her a winsome, boyish smile. Niamh laughed and hit him in the shoulder, Oh my God, you’re just as bad as the kids! You really have regressed to a big teenager. 

Severus wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close, Well, this wouldn’t happen if you weren’t around. 

Do not blame me for your bad behavior!

Severus leaned down to kiss her, Come on, let’s take a stroll around the castle. 

Niamh nodded and grabbed his hand, You better keep your pants on, professor. Or I will leave you in the Astronomy Tower. The couple slipped through Severus’ portrait into the dungeons. Niamh slipped her arm through his. Severus looked down at Niamh who smiled up at him, What? You and Aunt Min walk like this, I see no reason why we can’t. 

Severus rolled his eyes and looked around, Okay, okay. I will allow it, for now. 

Niamh scrunched her nose, Oh, you love it. 

They strolled through the castle. It was a Friday night, and everything was relatively quiet. There were some teachers flitting about, a few students moving back from the library toward their Houses. Severus and Niamh talked quietly. Severus’ face, when needed, remained impassive and stoic. Niamh, however, remained animated. As she was telling a particularly funny story, she gestured with her hands. She laughed as she spoke, drawing Severus into her. Niamh touched his shoulder and fell into a fit of giggles and laughter. 

Severus reached for her waist to steady her as a soft smile spread over his face. Niamh linked her arm through his again. They continued their night stroll as they ran into Hermione who was walking and levitating a book in front of her, carrying two more in her hands. Niamh stopped and Severus stopped with her. She didn’t remove her arm from his. She looked at the young witch walking. Hermione was so engrossed in what she was reading, that she didn’t see her professors watching her. Niamh waited for her to get closer, until she reached out and grabbed the book that was floating in front of her face. Hermione followed the book with her eyes and blushed when she saw Niamh and Severus standing next to her. 

Severus cocked an eyebrow in her direction, still miffed about the Blue Bell Flames. Niamh looked down at the young witch and tutted, Miss Granger, while your focus is impressive, remember I warned you about walking and reading. 

Niamh closed the book and placed it on the pile that Hermione was carrying. She demurred, Sorry, professor. I was so wrapped up in reading something and I just started down the corridor. 

Severus watched Niamh with the young girl. His heart swelled slightly. I loved seeing this side of Niamh–it was nurturing and caring. Her love and compassion was all encompassing and evident when you spoke to her. This was the love and compassion that she gave him. He rarely was able to see this side of her in action and touched his heart. He felt his face slip into a devoted gaze. He forced his face to be impassive. Niamh smiled at the young witch, Oh, I completely understand–why do you think I warned you? I had an unfortunate incident running into Professor Slughorn one night coming back from the library. I almost knocked him to the floor. Niamh laughed heartily as Hermione joined her with soft giggles. Niamh patted the girl on the shoulder, Just be careful, Miss Granger. 

Hermione started away with a laugh, I will! Thank you. Have a good night, professors! 

Niamh looked over at Severus, whose face was fixed in a scowl. Niamh rolled her eyes, Oh, please. You still can’t be mad at a child, Sev. 

She set me on fire. 

Because she thought you were hurting her friend–it’s laudable that she defended her friend. 

Severus looked at her in shock, Niamh, a student set your husband on fire. 

Niamh wrapped her arms around his as he grumbled. She leaned up and kissed his cheek, She doesn’t know that we know, darling. 

Severus stopped in the middle of the corridor as Niamh continued walking, Niamh, she set me on fire. 

Niamh looked back at him and rolled her eyes. She then walked to him. She looked around her and then draped her arms over his shoulders and placed a sound kiss on his lips. His face was fixed in a scowl. His arms were crossed over his chest. She looked up at him sweetly, Oh, my poor Potions Master. She rubbed his arms. 

The ends of Severus’ lips quirked, but he tried to maintain a steely composure. He tipped his chin at her, I feel like you aren’t taking me seriously. 

Niamh grabbed his hands and set them about her waist. Severus held her loosely, and kept his chin tipped upward. Niamh pecked his chin and then started to place kisses on his jawline. She rubbed her hands over his chest. She purred softly, Oh, darling, of course I am taking you seriously. What would you like me to do? Take House Points away? Give her detention for a year? Her fingers traced lines up and down his jawline and lips. She gave him a sultry stare. 

His hands wrapped more firmly around her as he huffed. She saw his eyes darken as she pecked him on the lips again. Severus pulled her closer, I can think of a few other things that I would like you to do. 

Niamh rolled her eyes and then pushed him back slightly. Niamh started to walk down the hallway. Severus watched her move as she looked back over her shoulder, Coming, professor? I can always help you with that, too. 

Severus’ eyes widened and shifted around the hallway. He smirked and quickened his step to catch up with Niamh. They came to the bottom of the steps to the Astronomy Tower. Niamh groaned and then looked over at Severus. Severus kissed her on the cheek and chuckled, I can’t Apparate us up there. 

Niamh stepped in front of him and started to play with the buttons on his cloak. She looked up at him with battled eyelashes, You could carry me up there. 

Severus gripped her waist and hips. She started kissing his jawline and chin. Severus pulled her closer to him, trying to maintain focus, Absolutely not. You can do it, you just don’t want to. 

Niamh ran her hands over his chest and captured his lips in a sensual kiss. She batted her eyelashes again, But, Sev, her voice slipped into a flirty whine, I have bad knees.

Severus groaned slightly. His eyes shifted down the dark corner behind the steps. He pulled her and started to walk her back toward the corner. He kissed her as his hands roamed over her hips as they gripped her behind. He pushed her against the wall. Niamh lightly giggled. He kissed her deeply as he started to unzip the high neckline for her robe.

He pushed the fabric down and started a passionate assault on her neck. He grinned from his place, You do not have bad knees. His hand grasped the swell of her breast as his other hand started to pull up the hem of her robe. He kissed her again. Niamh mewed as the feel of his hand against her thigh. Severus nibbled at her bottom lip, You have a bad hip and a bad shoulder. Severus’ gripped her hip as his fingers teased the fabric of her underwear. 

Niamh grinned as he kissed her and ran her hand down his chest to his stomach. She gripped his shoulder as her hand traveled to the front of his trousers. Severus’ forehead touched her neck. He puffed out a breath. Severus made a soft bite at her neck. Niamh moaned softly as she chuckled, Sev, how could you possibly know that? I never really think about it. 

Severus slipped his fingers between Niamh’s thigh over her clothed sex. Niamh bit her bottom lip and grasped his shoulders tightly. Severus nibbled her neck and collarbone. As his fingers traveled slowly up and down her sex. Niamh stifled a moan. Severus captured her lips in a kiss, as she moaned slightly louder. His lips traveled to her ear and down her neck. He kissed her delicately and smirked into her skin, You fall asleep on your left side, because your right side hurts sometimes. He removed his hand from between her thighs and held her closely. Niamh slightly whined but then leaned against his chest. He kissed her as he zipped her robe back up. He kissed the corner of her mouth, But, you always manage to wake up on your right side and always have to shake the cobwebs off in the morning. 

Niamh laid back against the wall and looked up at him with a devoted look, You figured that out in the short time we have been together? 

Severus nodded as he held her, Well, it’s not hard to figure out, my beloved, we have shared a bed pretty consistently for the last 5 months–give or take a few miserable nights. Niamh rolled her eyes with a smile as she softly ran her hands over his cheeks and jaw and kissed him tenderly. Severus touched her nose, and I also watched you shatter the right side of your body at the end of our 6th year. 

Niamh winced again subtly as if remembering the pain. Severus held her tightly. Niamh settled into his embrace and kissed him. She looked up at him. Love shone in her eyes. Severus touched his forehead to her’s. Niamh closed her eyes and nuzzled her nose into his. She said in a whisper, I guess potions and magic only goes so far. She pecked at his lips, How could you possibly remember that? 

Severus grazed his finger against her cheek, Niamh, I watched the woman I love be throttled to the ground from 10 feet in the air at a speed that was much too fast for my liking. 

Niamh closed her eyes as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Niamh rested her head on his cheek, And before that, I was knocked off my broom by that Beater–that’s how I broke my hand. I still think that Eleanor Ellsmere should have been in Gryffindor. 

Severus backed away and grabbed her hand, I always wanted her for Slytherin–she was ruthless on the pitch. Severus kissed her as he pulled her hand up the stairs. He watched her ascend and his heart flipped slightly. His breath caught. The moonlight shone on her hair and her beautiful blue robes. She picked up the hem of her robe. She looked up at him with what he thought was adoration. His heart flipped again. He stopped on the stairs and pulled her into a tender kiss. 

Niamh smiled into his kiss and then said, Oh, I like this incentive. How about every 10 steps you stop and kiss me? 

Severus gripped her hand more tightly, Niamh, I am already happy I can hold your hand in a stairwell. 

Niamh rolled her eyes with a laugh, No wonder why Aunt Min lectures us all the time. Severus remembered why they were headed up to the Astronomy Tower. There was something that he wanted to show Niamh, but the mention of her aunt brought him back to reality. And, then he remembered that Niamh made him sit next to Sybil at dinner. He smirked slightly, but then thought about how he let loose the dogs of war. Severus figured it was a wonderfully romantic moment that he was having here, and her aunt was going to ruin it. By his decision. He resolved to do the romantic thing after Minerva left. It would serve as a reminder as to why Niamh shouldn’t throw him from the Astronomy Tower. Niamh looked up at him with a curious look. Severus grabbed her toward him. His hand went to her waist, and his other hand held it up higher and began to dance around the landing. Severus kissed her as Niamh smiled up at him, Severus, this is all very romantic. 

Good. He kissed her temple. He danced her around a few more times. He hummed the melody of “Into the Mystic '' into her ear. He kissed her again, When I saw you dancing in your grandmother’s kitchen, I fell in love with you all over again. 

Niamh curled into him. She closed her eyes and relished this small thing they were able to do in the halls of Hogwarts. Severus moved Niamh back and turned her slightly. Niamh giggled as Severus danced her up the stairs. Niamh grabbed his hand and leaned into him. She sighed, Sev, sweetheart, this is almost too much. 

Severus kissed her hand as they continued their climb. He looked at her softly and said, Niamh, my love, it is so rare that I get to show you publicly how much I love you.

They came to the stop of the steps and the chill of the air washed over them.. Severus walked behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. He walked her to the balcony and leaned against one of the pillars. Niamh leaned against him as they looked out to the sky. The slight glow of Hogsmeade flickered under them. Niamh turned in his arms and draped her arms around Severus’ neck. Niamh kissed Severus soundly. Severus went to deepen the kiss. His hands went to her waist and then traveled to the swell of her breasts. Niamh smiled into his kiss as she started to undo his cravat. Severus gripped her as one hand reached to unzip her robe at the neck. He nuzzled his face into her exposed skin Niamh pushed herself into him with a soft gasp. She worked at the buttons on his cloak. Severus’ forgot all about Minerva as he started to bunch at Niamh’s skirts trying to find her bare thigh. Niamh’s hands found his belt and she started to undo it. When she got it through the loops and suddenly the belt flew out of her hands. Niamh’s shot up and looked around to find her Aunt Minerva staring angrily at them. Severus followed Niamh’s eyes and jumped slightly. A squeak of fear escaped Niamh’s mouth as she started to burrow herself into Severus and threw his billowy cloak over to herself to hide. 

Minerva’s voice was raised an octave, When Peeves told me he saw two people come up here–I assumed it was students. It seems that he was close. 

Severus tried to disengage from Niamh, but she held on. He hissed at her softly, Niamh, get off. He nervously looked at Minerva who was trying to hide her laughter behind her stern glare. Severus then remembered he was in on the joke. He smirked back and threw off his cloak off Niamh. 

Minerva tried to hide her humor as she crossed her arms over her chest. Niamh stood nervously, but kept her head down. Minerva stared at her, I cannot believe it! The two of you acting like a bunch of teenagers. She turned her back slightly so Niamh didn’t see her smirk, It’s bad enough that I have to catch kids in the corridors, now I have to worry about my teachers. Niamh stared at the ground, but rolled her eyes. Minerva caught the expression and turned with a slight bit of fury, Did you just roll your eyes at me, young lady? 

Severus pressed his lips tightly together and looked away. Minerva now sounded angry, it was only a matter of time before he caught the end of her ire. Niamh lifted her head. Severus examined her expression and suppressed his grin. She looked like an annoyed teenager that was about to get grounded. Severus bit his lip as slight chuckle escaped his lips—the death knell. Minerva’s head zeroed in on Severus as he gulped slightly. He wasn’t sure anymore if this was a joke. 

And, what are you smirking about over there, laddie? Don’t you dare think you’re an innocent party. Your hand up my niece’s skirt. 

Niamh looked to the ceiling, Aunt Min, please. This is embarrassing! 

Minerva turned to Niamh, Embarrassing! She laughed loudly. Severus cringed slightly, this couldn’t be good. He was silently cursing himself for his ruse. Minerva continued, What’s embarrassing is the fact that your robes are practically hanging off your shoulders! She walked over to Niamh and grasped her by the chin. She pulled Niamh’s chin to the side, exposing a purplish mark on her neck. Her eyes narrowed. Severus dropped his head and covered his eyes. Niamh groaned slightly as she held her eyes closed. She could feel her aunt’s anger coming to the surface. She silently stepped away from Niamh who exhaled a large breath and quickly zipped up the neckline of her robes. Niamh followed Minerva with her eyes as she stopped in front of Severus. 

Severus now was completely sure Minerva was angry now. The look in her eyes was more dangerous than when they argued about Quidditch. Severus put up his hands, Minerva, I can explain. You know I would never hurt her! 

Minerva drew her wand, Give me one reason why I shouldn’t launch you from this tower, Severus. 

Severus searched her face. In his fear he missed the mischievous glint in Minerva’s eyes. Her wand was pointed at his chest and Niamh quickly exclaimed, It’s a hickey, Aunt Min! Aunt Min narrowed her eyes. Niamh added, A love bite! Niamh brought her hands over her head and tried to shield her head in her embarrassment. 

Minerva tipped her chin and looked at Severus, a little less severely. She scoffed and started to walk back to the center of the room, Of, all of the things to deal with. First, the statue of the One-Eyed Witch and now this. Niamh groaned and threw her hands up in the air and covered her face with her hands. She bent at the waist and wanted to burrow into the ground. Minerva threw her hands out at her sides. Her voice was demanding and angry, Any other secret trysts I should know about? Hm? She looked directly as Severus. 

Severus immediately panicked; completely missing the smirk on her face. He blurted out nervously, Quidditch Pitch–we had sex on the Quidditch Pitch. 

Niamh stood and angrily cried, SEVERUS!

Minerva’s eyes widened and then her mouth dropped. She stared at him in disbelief and then shifted her eyes to Niamh. Her mouth opened and closed several times before she whispered, I am at a loss for words. 

Niam groaned, Oh my God. 

Severus cringed at his admission. A scarlet flush rose up his neck to his cheeks. The room was in complete silence. Niamh’s body was turned away from everyone. She thought dully that she would throw herself from the Tower. Severus looked at Minerva nervously. Minerva’s eyes shifted from Severus to Niamh. She couldn’t deny that she was slightly miffed and shocked, but she wasn’t angry. Minerva’s eyes crinkled at the sides. Severus looked at her dumbfounded. Minerva started to laugh loudly. She grabbed her stomach as she walked toward Severus. She laughed the entire way until she braced herself against his shoulder. Niamh turned swiftly in her place  and stared at the two of them. Niamh looked between the two. Severus looked nervously from Niamh to Minerva. Niamh’s face was twisted in annoyance and flushed from embarrassment. Severus studied that Minerva was still laughing, which made him start to chuckle slightly. 

Niamh’s eyes widened as she stepped toward them, Of all the things! 

Minerva waved her hand at Niamh and looked at Severus, Severus, I never took you for such a good actor–you really did look scared. And, that detail about the Quidditch Pitch? Very convincing. Worry washed over Severus’ face again as Minerva stopped laughing, Oh my God. 

Severus put up his hands, Minerva, I thought you were really angry. 

Oh. My. God. 

Minerva, don’t overreact–no one saw. 

OH MY GOD. 

Niamh propped herself on a nearby box and braced herself for the lecture. She looked at Severus and muttered, Some genius you are. 

Severus whipped his head toward her as Minerva rounded on Niamh. She crept closer as Severus tailed behind. Minerva hissed through her teeth, Are you kidding me? What if someone saw you? 

Severus added not so helpfully from behind her, There was a Disillusionment Charm–and a strong one. Minerva turned her head and scowled at Severus. 

Niamh made a face at Severus to stop talking and then said to aunt, No one saw us, Aunt Min. 

That’s not the point–it’s incredibly…She stopped mid-sentence and looked at Niamh. Her face was contrite and embarrassed. Minerva also realized that she herself didn’t have much of a leg to stand on. She dropped her hands to her sides and huffed, I would just prefer if you kept your amorous activities to the bed room. From now on. 

Niamh and Severus exhaled audibly. Niamh fixed her aunt a quizzical look, You’re not going to yell at us? 

Minerva sat down on a box and said in resignation, No, I’m not. She sighed deeply, I can’t reprimand you for something that I did myself. 

Severus groaned, Oh, for Merlin’s sake! 

Minerva laughter rang out around the tower. Niamh looked at her aunt with an impressed expression. Niamh started laughing with her aunt, Well done, you. 

Don’t be crass, Niamh, she said with a smirk. Niamh rolled her eyes with a smile. 

Severus looked at the two women and started to walk off, Well, I am going to drown myself in the Black Lake. What bait should I give the Giant Squid?

Minerva waved him over, Oh, with the dramatics, lad. She stood. She looked at Niamh, This was supposed to be a joke Severus and I played on you for sitting Sybill between us. However, it seems that it got a little out of hand. 

Niamh shook her head with a smile, Ah, I see. She motioned her head to Severus, He ruined it, did he? 

Minerva laughed and patted Severus on the shoulder, I thought he was doing a bit. I knew he was too convincing! She laughed harder remembering the fear in his face. 

Niamh giggled, Well, it does think you’re a scary lady. Sometimes. 

Severus groaned again and then whined, Niamh, come on!  

Minerva laughed as she waved her hand, Oh, please, why do you think I turned up the ire, Severus? I had to punish you a little after last week. 

Niamh started at her aunt, But, how did you find out about the One-Eyed Witch? Minerva and Severus gave her an exasperated expression, and Niamh scrunched up her face, Goddamn it, Orion. 

Minerva started to walk toward the steps and turned around with a laugh, I will leave you, now. But, seriously, keep your clothes on. She noticed Severus’ belt and levitated it toward him with a smirk. Severus blushed furiously and grabbed it in the air. Minerva started down the steps and yelled, Good night, children. Remember—I will always find out. 

Severus quickly threaded his belt through his pant loops and started for the stairs in a rush. Niamh called after him, Severus, where are you going? 

He turned around and gave her a surprised look, As far away from you as possible! 

Niamh’s mouth dropped open, What, why? I didn’t do anything! You were the one that told her! 

Severus stepped closer with a laugh, I was expecting you to throw something at me. 

Niamh looked around and smirked, Honey, I have nothing to throw! And, besides, I am not that mad after Aunt Min’s confession–

He held up his hand, Please, don’t. 

Niamh rolled her eyes and drew herself closer to him. She placed her hands on his shoulder and smiled, Was there something that you wanted to show me? We came up all this way, I figured it was some grand scheme of your’s–I just didn’t expect that comedy of errors. 

Severus wrapped her in his arms and kissed her cheek, That last part was not part of the plan, darling. It was just supposed to be a little fun. 

Niamh laughed and draped her arms over his shoulders, It seems that when you plan little jokes, they always backfire, hm? 

Severus kissed her cheek and then walked her backwards. He took her hand and spun her around and led her to the large telescope in the middle of the room. Severus placed a hand on her hips and positioned her in front of the telescope. Severus kissed her temple with a smile, I want to show you something. 

Niamh looked over her shoulder with a smirk. She gave him a warning look, Severus…

Severus kissed her neck with a smile, Oh, don’t look at me like that. I want you to look through the telescope. 

Niamh laughed as she grasped his hands and leaned her head against his chest, Okay, okay. What is it that you want to show me? 

Severus leaned in and looked through the telescope. He turned a small dial with precision and moved it slightly to the left. He hummed absently and then said, Ah, here it is. Here, love, have a look. 

Niamh arched an eyebrow and looked at him. She smiled and then leaned down to look through the telescope. She pursed her lips and squinted. She looked up at him in confusion, Severus, am I supposed to know what I am looking at? I am not very good with Astronomy. 

Severus came behind her as she looked into the telescope again. He grabbed her hand and led her to the balcony. Niamh placed her hands on the railing as Severus held her by the waist and pointed up at the sky, See, right there. The two constellations that look like stick figures. 

Niamh leaned back against him as her eyes followed his outstretched arm. She examined the sky until she saw what she was looking for. She saw what Severus had described and smiled, Ah, yes, yes. I see it. But, darling, what is it? 

Severus wrapped his other arm around her and kissed her cheek, Andromeda and Perseus. 

Niamh looked over at him and smiled, You have to explain that to me. 

Severus leaned into her as Niamh rested the side of her face on his chin. Severus pressed his lips softly to her skin and smiled, I finally know more about something than you do. 

Niamh settled into his embrace, You know many things more than I do, Sev, You are a genius after all. She smiled as she dropped her head. 

Severus held her tight and chuckled, I will take that, even if it was meant sarcastically. 

Niamh nudged him with her elbow, Tell me the story, love. 

Severus rested his head on her shoulder, Well, you see, Andromeda’s parents chained her to a rock in order to stop a monster from destroying their kingdom–hubris because her parents said that Andromeda was more beautiful than Posideon’s children. So, as she is chained to a rock, Perseus comes along. His original plan was to slay Medusa. Which he was able to do. But, he fell in love with Andromeda. He held Niamh tighter. Andromeda, however, was promised to some wanker name Phineus–

Niamh huffed a laugh and said, –is that historical term, Sev, wanker?

Hush, I’m doing a thing here. Niamh chuckled and leaned into his embrace. However, Perseus kills Medusa and then shows her head to Phineus, turning him to stone. He rescues Andromeda and they live happily ever after. The myth is that their love story was so eternal, they were immortalized in the stars. 

Niamh turned in his arms and ran her hands over his cheeks. She kissed him deeply and then laid her head on his chest, Written in the stars, hm? Nothing happened–they weren’t killed or parted? 

Severus kissed her head, Well, there is the whole damsel in distress thing and Andromeda doesn’t actually have her own story. It’s just framed by her relationships with men. The sexualization of her is a bit of a problem. 

Niamh looked up at him, Look at you and your feminist lens. Very good. She held him tighter. 

Severus kissed her with a smile, Well, I mean I was focused on the eternal love story and immortalized in the stars. But, yes, I did my research. 

Niamh settled her head against him, And, how did you think of this or find this? 

Severus looked up at the sky thinking nothing of how he found out this information, Aurora showed me the other day. She got me a small gift–a book, of course–He rolled his eyes with a laugh, I thought it would be some academic book–but it’s a novel I have never heard of, Breath of Magic, I think? He shrugged, It’s for helping her out on Christmas Day. 

Niamh looked up at him with a grin, And, then she showed you the constellations of two lovers in the stars? Or did you ask if she knew anything to show me?

Severus looked up at the sky and then down at her with a furrowed brow, Does she know about us? Niamh shook her head with a grin. Severus thought, You know, I didn’t ask. She just showed me and told me the story. 

Niamh chuckled, And you said, Oh, I must show my wife sometime. 

Severus looked down at her and grimaced, Should I have said that? I’m sorry. After she told me the story, I was completely plotting how to get you up here one night. 

Niamh kissed him softly, smiled, and touched his cheek, So busy plotting and thinking about me that you totally missed an attractive witch flirting with you. 

Severus’ brow furrowed more, What? Aurora wasn’t flirting with me–she was just saying thank you for helping her out. 

Niamh cocked her head, Sev, my genius, my darling, you really are thick sometimes. He went to protest, but Niamh’s hand came over his mouth, Shsh, Severus. That book that Aurora gave you? He nodded. She grinned, Did you read the back cover? 

Severus shook his head, No, it had a weird moon and broom on it–I just figured I would give it to you to read. It looked like the books that you read sometimes. Niamh waited for him to come to his own conclusion, Oh my God, it looks like the books that you read sometimes. 

Niamh nodded, It’s a romance book–and from what I understand, a trashy one. I think Astrid read it. And, then she showed you a constellation of two lovers. Severus, come on. She laughed into his chest. 

Severus looked down at her, Shouldn’t you be fuming mad? Or something? A woman made a pass at me! 

Niamh laughed harder, And, you didn’t even think she was making a pass at you! That’s why it’s funny! 

Severus held her tightly and kissed her, Because I was too busy thinking about you! 

Niamh held onto Severus tightly and smiled, I know. That’s why it’s so adorable. Severus gave her a good natured scowl. She placed her chin on his chest and looked up at him, I am surprised that she didn’t try to kiss you. 

Severus smirked, So, you think that’s why she stares at me all the time? Or always tries to sit near me at meetings? 

Niamh laughed, Yes! Aunt Min refers to her as your girlfriend. Aurora will walk into a meeting, look for you, and Aunt Min will nudge me and say, Your husband’s girlfriend is here. I find it humorous. And, Severus, I understand the risks that go along with people knowing your marital status–you don’t have to admit anything to Aurora. However, if she drinks too much at the Christmas party at the end of the week and tries anything with mistletoe–I will jinx her. 

Severus eyed her with intrigue, Oh, I like where this is going. 

Niamh gave him a steely stare, Don’t you dare lead her on or I will hex you instead. 

Severus huffed in defeat, You’re no fun. 

You have told me differently. 

Severus kissed her deeply and then smirked down at her, I lied.

[tf2shipswag]

THE DEMO-SOLLY-ZHANNA POLYCULE IS PRIME TF2 CONTENT.

Demo introducing Zhanna to his mother like "Ye know me boyfriend Jane, I called you bout him when we were stationed out in Arizona, aye? Right numpty, the soldier from BLU? Ach, well, this is his wife, Zhanna... Now, before ye go on an' wallop me upside me head, hear me out. This is all an agreement, so dontcha go thinkin Jane's a knob for havin' a wife while bein' with us. Zhanna's a lovely hen, keeps up with us, and I'd be lyin' if I said I didnae like her too. So, yea. Your boyo's finally got hisself a family."

and his ma would be all confused but still be like "Me boy!"

I came up with the name Boots n Bombs n Brawn, and I think it's perfect. It suits them.

I love poly people.

They all sleep together in the same too small bed and take turns being the little spoon.

Zhanna and Jane about to take a shower after a really long day, but uh oh, who goes first? Jane says "Now hold it right there, son. That shower faucet has my name all over it! I will shove my dirty, unshowered foot up your sorry ass if you do not step aside!" and Zhanna is like "Alright then, maggot-bear, fight me! I have won against much bigger shower thief than you! I will beat you, and shower first, and then will have to shower you after because you will be pile of broken bones!"

and then soldier is like "Alright Thats It" strips naked "FIGHT ME, MAGGOT!!"

and then zhanna also strips naked "SO BE IT, YOU WILL LOSE!!"

And then Demo walks in from the hallway, not entirely surprised at seeing his too partners naked, dirty, and about to wrestle in front of the bathroom door. "Have you lot heard of this concept called... Sharing the shower. You know. Showering Together? I hear it can be quite romantic" wiggles eyebrows

Zhanna and Solly pause, fists raised, sparring positions held. "hrmmmm. A third option. I see..." Solly mumbles. Jane and zhanna exchange looks, debating whether this idea is worth trying. Zhanna makes up her mind "I will shower with you if you keep your unshowered foot out of my ass" n she holds out her hand as though proposing a handshake

Soldier considers it. "Only if you leave my bones ubroken and unpiled!"

"deal" they shake hands enthusiastically

and then they shower together and show off their muscles whilst covered in soap bubbles

"ok, you obviously win in the pectoral department, but get a load of This!" shows off upper back muscles (and his slouch) from carrying around fuck off huge rocket launchers

"impressive, but look!" Shows off huge neck and arm and back muscles from wrestling and beating the shit out of bears

and they are both utterly infatuated with eachother.

"Awww look! You made heart shaped puddle of dirty water!" Zhanna points to the ground "Hah! I think that is my blood! From when I tried opening a soup can with my teeth!" Solly responds.

Demo is so affectionately fed up with their shenanigans. Like, usually demo and solly are The Duo for chaos and shenanigans. But having Zhanna around is like having a woman version of solly. So its double trouble, and demo has to constantly balance out their unhingedness

anyways yeah. Thats my propaganda

this is such good content oh my gooooooooooooooooooood

okay i know i said i usually like boots n bombs as queerplatonic but the exception is when zhanna is also included because their polycule is INSANE!!!!!!!!!!!!! they are all so in love its crazy

literally soldier and zhanna will cover themselves in like. syrup or something in the kitchen while making pancakes and have a fist-fight and demoman will see them and join them and then they'll all stand up and give each other pats on the back and tell eachother what they did well in the fight and then they make out while the pancakes burn to a crisp and the smoke alarm goes off. this is all in the team-base kitchen btw and it's like 5-7 am

[crisiscutie]

First Class Boyos and their S/O’s Terrible Coffee

How would our favorite 1st class boys react to drinking their S/O’s dogshit bad coffee for the first time? Hope you guys enjoy this mundane yet melodramatic scenario, haha. Feat. Zack.

Genesis: Is a coffee drinker so he would know the best of the best. He would be very interested in his S/O suddenly brewing coffee! But as he sipped from his cup, his face contorted. His thoughts were tinged with disgust and disappointment. He struggled to swallow the last bit of the liquid in the cup, striving to be fair as possible with his critique.

Afterwards, He would invite his S/O to sit beside him, speaking in a hushed, subdued voice. He starts with a tender reminder of his love, so that his next words wouldn't hurt their relationship. He then reveals the truth in a gentle, yet firm manner: their coffee is utter trash. His S/O is disappointed but doesn’t take offense to this. Genesis asked if was okay for him to prepare the morning coffee from now on, and they enthusiastically gave him their blessings, taking notes in secret to surprise him in the near future. They’re determined to wow Genesis after watching the master himself perfect this craft. 

Sephiroth: He's seen and done so much on the battlefield that very little can cause him to flinch... But even he struggled to keep a straight face after taking a sip of his S/O's god awful coffee, but the feeling of pride and joy radiating from them made it all worthwhile. The thought of his S/O making an effort to do small, thoughtful things for him warms his heart. He considered telling them about not liking it, but the sight of their joy when he drank it was enough to override his common sense. He doesn’t want them to stop! But he felt the sting of guilt, knowing he had taken their chance to get better. Yet, his lies had been piling up for so long that it was certain to hurt them! The Crisis Cutie is conflicted! 

With time, Sephiroth’s S/O would be able to tell that he didn't particularly care for the coffee, as his body language and subtle facial expressions would shift when  the subject of coffee was brought up or it was presented to him. As they solemnly approached him one day, their eyes searched his face. Then, he’ll turn away from them, and reluctantly reveal the truth. He couldn’t bear to see the sadness and disappointment in their eyes. 

...Sephiroth was pleasantly surprised when they clasped his hand in a warm grip and smiled, vowing to improve their coffee game. He returns with his own promise of honesty, vowing to see them through this. Now he’s even more pleased to see his S/O trying their best to improve, little by little, just for him. 

Angeal: You would think that a man who has such strong convictions about honor and pride would be straightforward and honest about something like this, wouldn't you? Absolutely NOT. He’s worse at this than Sephiroth. Our sweet angel took a sip of the coffee, feeling the sharp taste on his tongue, but can't bring himself to tell his s/o how bad it is. He heard the sound of his S/O's laughter as they made their, uh, "special" coffee, and he doesn't want to put a damper on their happiness.

For the longest time since then, He would gulp that coffee down, even if it was piping hot sometimes. His S/O would be amazed that he can tolerate that temperature. He constantly told his S/O how bloody fantastic their coffee is, and then he'll spend the next five minutes rinsing his mouth out with the harshest minty mouthwash he can find when they're out of the house. His poor, oblivious S/O would be completely unaware of his obvious dislike. They are just thrilled to see that someone like Angeal appreciates the quality of their coffee. Though, there was one awkward time that almost tipped them off about how everyone truly felt. 

Zack was a guest at their house, he reacted with an audible gulp when the smell of the coffee hit him as Angeal’s S/O offered it to him. Zack saw Angeal give him a pleading glance just before he can (nervously) decline. All while the S/O smiled innocently at him and waited patiently for his response... Later on, they swore they heard Zack mumble about Angeal owing him something as they turned their back for a moment. 

[leiawritesstories]

How Unfortunate

yes i planned it during thanksgiving. yes it is now february. whoops. anyway, here it is!! based off this anon request

@golden-kingdom hopefully this makes up for frederick's little rampage ;)

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: swearing, mentions of cheating, Chaol, light angst (😈)

Enjoy!

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Rowan Whitethorn lounged in the hazy, low-lit bar, nursing a bourbon in his lonely seat at the end of the polished wooden bartop. Over at the register, the effusive blonde tending the bar barked out a laugh at something a patron had quipped, his million-dollar grin flashing in the muted lighting. Ah, Fenrys. That boyo had a way with making the money flow smoother than the drinks he poured, he did.

As if summoned by Rowan’s musings, Fen sidled down to where his friend slouched, dark eyes inquisitive. “Alright there, Whitethorn?”

“Fine.” The single syllable came out a touch more dismissive than he’d intended.

Fen, though, knew him too well. “Not that I want to push you or anything,” he began, his glance darting leftwards, “but there’s a woman a few booths down who’s been sitting there alone for a good hour, give or take.”

Rowan just shrugged. “So?”

“So,” Fen beamed, swiping Rowan’s glass, “you’re gonna go over there like the gentleman I know you are, you’re gonna greet her and ask if she wants some company, and then you’re gonna buy her a drink, because whatever pin-headed prick that stood her up like that deserves to stumble in here an hour and a half late to find that stunning woman enjoying your company.”

“Godsdammit,” Rowan grumbled, reluctantly pushing himself off the barstool. “Thought I told you no more interfering, Fen.”

“This isn’t interfering,” Fen beamed. “It’s what a gentleman should do.” He cocked his head. “Go on, champ.”

Muttering a string of choice words, Rowan did indeed stroll down the row of booths and did indeed find a stunningly gorgeous woman sitting alone in one booth, her blonde brows deeply furrowed as she stared at her phone screen. Gods burn him, she was gorgeous.

A little awkwardly, Rowan cleared his throat. The woman’s head shot up, her piercing turquoise gaze finding his. “Hi?” she offered, slightly wary.

“Hey.” Rowan rubbed the back of his neck. “I, uh, gods, I’m gonna sound like a complete idiot, but my friend’s tending bar tonight and he told me to come be a gentleman and I guess–hi, I’m Rowan, can I buy–”

“Aelin!” Completely ignoring Rowan’s presence, a brunette man of average height and build slid into the booth opposite the woman–Aelin, her name was Aelin–his flushed cheeks and heaving breath indicating his obvious rush into the bar. “Gods, I’m so sorry, traffic was hell and my boss made me stay over.”

Aelin reached across the table and squeezed the man’s hands, her lips curving up into a small smile. “Hey, babe, it’s okay, I know your boss is a total dick.”

Rowan melted backwards, disappearing into the crowded haze of the bar, head spinning a mile a minute.

So…Aelin had a boyfriend.

How unfortunate.

~

Aelin Galathynius had known for at least three weeks that this conversation was coming, but that didn't make it any easier. Eight months together was no small thing--indeed, it was long enough for some couples to move in together, though she and Chaol had yet to do that.

Which was turning out to be a good thing, considering the most likely outcome of this little talk.

She'd found out from Elide, of all people. Elide, who worked at the same physical therapy office that Chaol went to, was good friends with her coworkers, so of course she would know when one of them had a crush on a patient.

How unfortunate that the patient turned out to be Aelin's (soon to be ex) boyfriend.

“Chaol.” Aelin pinched the bridge of her nose, inches away from pushing the man out of her house before she lost her shit. “We’ve been dating for eight months, the least you could do is be honest.”

“I am being honest!” Chaol retorted, folding his arm defensively across his chest. “Not my fault you won’t accept that I’m trying, Aelin. I’m trying.”

She rolled her eyes. “Right, because flirting with another woman at work and denying it to my face is trying.”

He blinked. “You…know?”

Aelin took a deep, calming breath before responding. “Yes, Chaol, I know. Yrene is a friend of Elide’s. I know.” Before he could open his mouth to bullshit some response, she held up a hand. “I’m not even mad at you, Chaol. I should be–gods, I should be raging right about now–but I’m not.”

“That…that scares me,” Chaol admitted.

“It should.” Aelin’s gaze burned into his, the fine gold ring in the turquoise set ablaze. “Do us both a favor and go home, Chaol. Then, do yourself an even bigger favor and tell Yrene that you were dating me while flirting with her. She deserves better than being the woman you cheat on your girlfriend with.”

Chaol sighed. “I’m sorry, Aelin. I really do like you, you know.”

“I know.” She offered a wistful half-grin. “In another life, maybe it could have worked.”

He tugged on his jacket and grabbed his keys, stopping briefly at her door. “Goodbye, Aelin.” Hesitantly, he reached out, surprised when she let him rest his arm around her shoulders for a moment. “Thank you.”

The corner of her lips turned up. “Thank you, Chaol,for not trying to prolong a farce.”

He waved to her as he headed out to his car, the engine revving as he drove away. As she watched him go, lingering until the red specks of his taillights faded into the evening, only one thought crossed her mind.

How unfortunate.

~

Once again, Aelin found herself walking the familiar path up to Cadre Pub, her favorite bar. The same bar where, not even a month ago, she'd waited for Chaol for an hour and a half before he showed up.

She was barely even through the door before Fen, the admittedly gorgeous bartender with whom she'd become some kind of friends, waved at her. "Two again, Ace?"

"Just one." She flashed him a half-grin. "Don't look at me like that, Moon Moon, a woman go out for a drink by herself if she wants."

"Mhmm, sure she can." Fen held up his hands in surrender. "I ain't judging you, babes."

"You and your nicknames," she chuckled.

He winked. "Your booth is open."

"Thanks." She headed off. "The usual, and two shots of tequila."

Fen whistled. "Damn, you sure you're not out for a reason?"

She didn't bother responding. Fenrys ought to know post-breakup drinkers well enough after so many years working behind a bar.

~

Rowan glanced at his watch. 9:30 pm. Enough time to stop by Cadre and grab a drink before heading home to crash. Gods, it had been a long fucking week.

Taking a seat at one of the bar stools, he waved at Fen. "Scotch. Rocks."

"Hello to you too, Whitethorn," Fenrys deadpanned, sliding his drink across the bar. "Hey, how long are you staying?"

"Just for the drink."

"Hmm." Fen had that damn look on his face, the look that almost always ended with Rowan getting set up. "Well, if you want to stay longer--"

"No."

"Alright, you do you." The blonde man shrugged. "I won't say anything about Aelin being here again." He grabbed the next receipt and turned to start the order.

"Aelin?" Rowan's brain hadn't progressed beyond the magic word.

Fen threw a smirk over his shoulder. "And alone this time, too."

One thing in the way, though. "She's got a boyfriend, Fen."

"Hmm, that's not what it seems like." Fen grinned. "Believe me, I know post-breakup face. Don't worry," he quickly amended, "I don't mean that in an asshole way. Just...I don't know her story, but she's alone now." He wiggled his brows. "So..."

Apparently, Rowan was a man of no self-control. Because the second Fen said alone, he was out of his seat, strolling through the busy bar until he came to the same booth where he'd first seen Aelin.

She sat on the same side of the booth, holding a vodka tonic in one hand and a novel in the other, her brilliant eyes focused on the pages of her book. Two empty shot glasses sat in front of her, the lime rinds tucked into the glasses indicating it had been tequila.

Rowan didn't think he'd ever seen a more stunning woman in his whole life.

A little awkwardly, he cleared his throat. She looked up, closing her book and tucking it into the handbag beside her.

"Hi?"

"Hi." He swirled his Scotch, surprised to find himself nervous. "I'm Rowan--we kind of met a few weeks ago, but I'm not sure if you remember, it wasn't really a complete conversation."

"I remember you." A faint smile curled the corners of her rosy lips.

He blinked. "You do?"

"Of course." She chuckled wryly. "Hard to forget the one guy who was actually decent to you the night you realized your ex-boyfriend was busy spending time with the girl he really likes." She sipped on her vodka tonic, then shook her head. "Gods, that was a lot to just blurt out. I'm Aelin." She offered her hand.

"Nice to properly meet you," Rowan returned, shaking her hand. "I...please don't be afraid to slap me if this is bad timing, but can I buy your drinks?"

She gestured to the open side of the table. "Actually, I'd love that."

He slid into the seat opposite her, smirking. "So a guy can ask a lady if he can buy her a drink, and she can say yes. Turns out chivalry isn't dead?"

Aelin laughed. "Maybe not completely." She winked. "Truth is, I'm a little broke and if someone wants to buy me a drink, I'll take the free drink."

"How very cunning of you." He tipped his glass to her. "Um, forgive me for being a dick, but Fen's been trying to get me to talk to you for like three months now, so...you said ex-boyfriend?"

"Goddammit, Fen," she sighed, lovingly. "Yeah. I broke up with Chaol a few weeks ago. Turns out he had a bit of a crush on a coworker."

"Damn." He took a long pull of his drink. "I'm sorry, Aelin."

"It went better than I thought." She pursed her lips. "One of my best friends works with this crush of his, so she told me all about the way Chaol was flirting. Almost kicked him in the balls, but that would have been my job."

Rowan snickered. "Remind me never to get on your bad side."

"Never get on my bad side," she teased. "I'm mean when I'm mad."

~

It was nearly one in the morning by the time they left the bar. Rowan walked Aelin over to her car, lingering probably longer than he should. He couldn't help it--there was something magnetic about Aelin, something that drew him to her.

Hand on the driver's door, she paused, turning to look up at him. "Need anything?"

He scratched the back of his neck. "No I just--I want to see you again," he gushed, the words tumbling together in one breath. Shit, he hadn't been that awkward since high school. "It's not rude of me, is it?"

A bright grin spread across her lovely face. "Not at all. I want to see you again, too." Smirking, she pulled out her phone, opened to a blank contact page. "Here, put in your number."

Rowan typed in his number, half fearing this was all some kind of hallucination, that he'd wake up and never have met Aelin. She flashed him a grin as she took her phone back and typed out a quick text. His phone pinged a few seconds later.

>>Unknown Number: hey it's Aelin!

"Got it." He grinned.

"Good." She opened her car door. "I'll text you later."

"Great." He stepped aside and watched as she backed out and drove off, staring after her fading taillights with a stupid, giddy grin plastered across his face. Gods, he hadn't felt this excited since he was on his very first date.

True to her word, Aelin texted Rowan as soon as she got home, sparks of eagerness lighting up her blood for the first time in a long time. After a few quick exchanges, he just blurted it out.

>>Will you go to dinner with me on Saturday?

<<like, tomorrow Saturday?

>>Um

>>Yes?

She sent a few laughing emojis. &lt;<Yes.

He replied with a grinning face. >>yay!

Aelin put down her phone and went off to get ready for bed, beaming like a schoolgirl. Rowan was taking her to dinner. Tomorrow. She had a date with Rowan.

How fortunate.

~~~

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[new-tella-us]

Inside the Gilded Cage

So bad ends right? They're cool! A lil thought experiment about how things for your boyos can go massively, extremely, horribly wrong. And we already have two for Matthew but may I suggest a third? I would imagine this would either be an in between of the worst ending and the best or else it replaces the Worst Ending. (Aka the fratricide end)

A part of the inspiration was replaying the game and coming across Matthew's dream sequences/semi premonitions. We don't actually see how Matthew would get to that point. He kinda just jumps from silly goofy Matthew to brother/fiancee murder. So, here's my interpretation on how he would get to a point similar to the dream Matthew.

Be prepared, it's a long post. (Also now that I know my some of my non SM mutuals look at my posts....uh. TW: Murder and Kidnapping)

There are 8 affection points in the game, getting 6 and under is how you get either "Never Trust a Monster" (The midgame ending) or "The Last One Standing" (The Fratricide Ending) so let's assume that this ending takes place if you have exactly 7 affection points and we'll call it "Inside the Gilded Cage"

Things seem to be going well at first. Mika and Matthew make it to the castle and when the Demon Lord tries to control Matthew to make him kill Diana, he seems to resist just like the true ending. The differences start when he turns his aggression towards the Demon Lord and they are about to fight; Aezera does step in as always as she will not allow anyone to harm her son but she doesn't immediately take all his energy, instead turning on the Demon Lord and standing by her son's side. They both take his energy and kill him. This is the main catalyst to the chances of the ending and I'll explain why later.

What's important now is that Aezera and Matthew defeat the Demon Lord and the world is free from his torment. When Aezera meets Mika, unlike in the best ending, she's surprisingly friendlier. Not friendly mind you, she's still judgmental and condescending, but she's willing to have a conversation and even seems to be relatively okay with Mika and Matthew's engagement. She might be willing to come back with them.

Two days pass and everyone is getting ready to go back home but Matthew hasn't even begun packing. Mika tried to find him and tell him to get packing so they can go home but Matthew was no where to be found no matter how hard Mika searched through the Lilith castle. Eventually Mika stumbled upon Aezera and asks if she's seen Matthew, to which the queen confirmed she had. Mika was then taken back to the castle of the late Demon Lord and found Matthew reading a book on the throne reminiscent of the flashback from game one but now with no pig faun to tell him to get off.

He saw his mother and fiancee and joined them only for the true badness of the ending to start. Aezera mentioned that it was finally time for Matthew to take the throne like he was always suppose to. She rambled endlessly about the possibilities that have opened up for them all now that Matthew will take the throne and Matthew was eerily silent throughout his mother's insane rambling. Mika, by contrast, was concerned but had faith that Matthew would eventually tell Aezera that they're going home.

Aezera rambled and rambled until it hits the topic of the couple's engagement. She first asked Matthew if Mika truly makes him happy to which Matthew finally piped up saying that of course she did, warming Mika's heart. Aezera begrudgingly accepted that answer but brought up that he couldn't marry a human girl and she would have to just be a harem girl. Matthew would never agree to that though, right? They're gunna go back to the human world and get married like they planned...right?

The warmth in Mika's chest would die at Matthew's response.

"She's not going to be just some harem girl, mother." What did he mean by that? Even though Matthew's response confirms that he valued Mika far more than just the harem girl status, his wording implied that she'd take on some different role in the Demon World. They started to speak, as if she wasn't there, about roles and changes to the Abyssal Plain rules they would make, they spoke so cheerfully about things that would require Matthew to stay and take the throne.

"Matthew, what are you talking about?" She asked, hoping it was just a misunderstanding on her end, "We're going home, right?"

Matthew turned to her; his eyes, once a pure violet, now held a shine of yellow. Not the gold of enthrallment but the sickly yellow of the Demon Lord. Then, with his usual, goofy smile, he said:

"We are home!"

Mika's heart dropped. He wasn't leaving. He fully intended to stay in the Demon World and he intended to keep her there to. But this isn't her home. What about her parents and friends? What about her job? What about their life? Panicked, Mika tried to reason with Matthew but her words fell on deaf ears as he simple smiled at her. To him, the human world was a fun vacation and being "Matthew" was a fun experience but all fun things must come to an end and he has a kingdom to rule. The least he could do was bring back a "souvenir".

Or at least, that's what he said. In actuality, taking the energy of the Demon Lord had turned them both mad. In the best ending, Aezera took all the energy and immediately went off the deep end but; in this ending, they shared the energy, making Aezera more sane but making Matthew crazier. Nothing would stop him anymore from the achieving the goal he was given since childhood.

The screen fades and an unknown amount of time passes.

Matthew is now king. Every servant, including the ones that once teased him for his short stature and supposed weakness, obeys his every command with zero hesitation. His brothers, the wives, Diana and the rebellion in general are nowhere in sight and never mentioned. Did he kill them? Did he send them to earth? Did they simply escape him? It's unclear. Aezera, though not queen, is heavily involved in the politic world with her son, they make most decisions together.

And what of Mika?

The screen shows a room deep within the castle walls, a secret room that only a few people know about with a hidden entrance. The room is lavish and huge, covered head to toe in comforts and entertainment. And on the bed of this dream room was Mika, dressed in the finest. She was unharmed but trapped in this room, bound by golden chains. Stuck inside the gilded cage until the day she dies.

[mcl4r3n]

... "while in bed" with an f1 pairing of your choosing :)

Oh boyo. :) This is more on the bed that like, in it, but. Prepositions. Bah.

-

In the days leading up to Abu Dhabi, Daniel counted every hour that ticked by and melted from one into the next.

In the days leading up to Abu Dhabi, Daniel could only hope that he didn't need to incur any more losses in a year that has seen him lose everything else that he spent his entire life building.

Lando was eager, when they stumbled into his hotel room with lips locked, after all the celebrations were over, after all the helmet exchanges were done, and all the content was filmed.

And Daniel wanted it to mean something, really. They'd been sleeping together all year, and Lando was the one, bright, shining light, the only fucking buoy he had when his days felt like he was swallowing saltwater and bitterness.

So Daniel kissed Lando slower, took more time teasing him, spent longer opening him up, fucked into him deeper.

Daniel braced himself over Lando, with Lando's arms around his neck, his cock buried into him to the hilt, said, "I think I might love you," and came inside him.

That was ten minutes ago.

In the ten minutes since then, Daniel has done nothing but stare up at the ceiling, and run through every possible scenario in his head for how the fuck he can salvage the evening, because Lando came, as well, earlier, and then silently pushed him off, muttering something about getting cleaned up, and locking the bathroom door behind him.

Daniel doesn't feel the bed dip, but he does come back to himself when Lando says, "Hey," from where he's perched on the other side of the bed, sat like—sat like he's about to leave. He has his boxer briefs back on.

Daniel sits up in bed, the blankets pooled around his waist. The AC is too cold. He should be buried under the giant white duvet with Lando kissing his neck, because that's been how it was all year.

But instead he's here, propping himself up against the headboard, and he knows he's about to lose another thing this year.

Lando frowns, looking down at his lap, and then looks up at him.

"Daniel, I—" he starts, swallows, stops, starts again. "I don't think—like, this year was f-fun, yeah? We had fun."

The way he says it sounds like a question. Daniel nods. His tongue is heavy in his mouth. He doesn't know who he is anymore. He doesn't feel like he's even in his own body.

"I just—" Lando continues, and gestures uselessly at nothing. "What with you uh, being gone next year and—my career and, I uh, need to focus—it's just, you know, long distance, I'm bad at it and—"

Daniel's had so much practice this year at drawing a smile on his face even when he's running on empty that the one that tugs on is probably his greatest moment of acting to date. They should give him an Emmy for this.

Lando doesn't want this. Lando doesn't want him beyond whatever the fuck this is.

Okay. Understood.

"Oh, hah—that—earlier? It was a heat of the moment thing, babe," he says, going for nonchalant. He thinks it lands, even if inside it feels like his guts have been pushed through a fucking jagged saw. "Don't sweat it."

Lando laughs, and the relief that sags into his shoulders makes him fall over, face forward in bed.

"Fuck, mate, you really nearly had me there!" Lando says through heaving breaths. Daniel's had practice in laughing, too, so he does.

"Okay, well, I'm heading back to my room now either way," Lando says. "Carlos and I are teeing off at fuckin'—7 am."

Daniel just nods, and watches Lando get dressed. He says nothing more.

When Lando says goodbye and walks out the door, Daniel decides—yeah, this is the last time.

He turns the lights out, gathers the frayed edges of his heart in his arms, the way he's had to do all year, climbs into bed, and cries.

[cosmic-ships]

distraction time :3 if you had an endless amount of money to shop for gifts for your f/os, what would you buy them? :3c

I spent too long thinking about this.... ngl lmao THANK YOU KUROH ILU /PL!

Kylo/Ben - I would get him many things… Meditation stuff like artifacts that enhance force connection, Books and holocrons that delve into philosophy of the force mainly the balance between the dark and light sides (Or if the bad bad timeline) teachings of the Sith.

Charlie - Vintage vinyl records, high quality note pads so he can jot down ideas or notes!, tickets to Broadway shows, and maybe I'd stroke his ego just a little bit and get him his own custom directors chair hehehe

Mills - Portable solar chargers, high tech communications device, first aid kits, but also something sentimental like water proof locket that has photos of Koa and I in it~ (Something to remind him of his family whenever he's away from us <3 )

Matt - Geeky T-shirts, Tool sets, mini drones, portable chargers, and comic books (<- he feels like a comic book kinda guy hehe) Ronnie - classical horror movies, retro video games (uh ye Ronnie is lover of older games!), mystery books, and novelty mugs with funny pop culture references.

Flip - History books, music albums, personalized flask, and local art.

Paterson- high quality note books LOTS OF THEM because this man writes poetry as easily as breathing air, Fine pens like fountain pens <3, tickets to local events like poetry readings, live performances or art exhibitions! :D Also I would totally just MAKE Paterson something like a scarf in the winter time! ('cause I love to crochet!)

Phillip - Concert tickets, accessories like watches, sunglasses, designer wallets, I'd sign both of us up for improv classes because we're both witty and spontaneous lol

Jude - Books on relaxation and stress relief (My poor boy needs em), tickets to family friendly places like waterparks, kids museums and theme parks. Also camping stuff~!!

Adam - New wood working tools!, vintage clothes, fitness equipment like free weights and resistance bands, customized guitar since he knows how to play acoustic hhh, weird home decor as he's into that kinda stuff lol

Randy - A damn break LMAO KIDDDING! I'd get him a nice little desk plant, earbuds to tune out the assholes on starkiller base, a bunch of snacks and treats(bb deserves em)!

Caesar - and for the newest boyo! I'd get him wines, high end stationary, antique maps or historical documents, classic literature, and me… I'm a gift…please take me WHAT!? WHO SAID THAT!? COULDN'T BE ME!

[macawbre]

Frederick hasn't slept in so long. It feels like weeks, but it probably hasn't been that long; he just really does not like the idea of sleeping right now. After what he's been through ( or, not been through? the details are hazy, fog filled, distant things ) he would rather avoid thinking about Verdane at all.

But, as it is, he needs to. For himself, at the very least.

He finds Henry alone and approaches him, his hands behind his back. His face is solemn and serious, though he doubts the mage will find anything amiss with such an expression. He's not sure how to apologize ( can he? for letting his son die in a dream? it seems absurd ) -- but if he doesn't, it will weigh on him.

"Henry," he says, because that's what comes out. "It's good to see you. I've met up with Las-- with your son, Inigo."

"Freddybear!" His face lit up, wick to flame, enthused by the length of thread that had intertwined their paths in the past. Henry was a sick man, a twisted one. But in the tangling knots of his own depravity, there was a silly little concept he had come to terms with—a thread so thoroughly gold, it pulled him from his labyrinth. The Shepherds. They had taken up a guy like him... and for what? Were they suckered into it? And after all the Plegians had done to them? There was one guy in particular, who liked order in a way that should've oiled-to-watered him to Henry's chaos. The key here, was "should've." Because he still dragged Henry around like a rag doll, like one of them. A shepherd instead of a wolf. "I've been looking everyyyywhere for you!"

Forget Cassandra. Sometimes the things Henry said felt like a lie by default.

But he was. That is. He was looking for him.

To be honest, now that he had a good look at him, Henry's thighs started to ache just from the thought of those hellish workout routines Frederick used to drag him on. "Nya ha ha! Why the long face? Borrowed it from a horse or something?" He paused, at mention of Inigo so abruptly into the conversation. "Huh... So you were with the boyo, were you?"

His 'not-from-here-nor-anywhere-really' son. His 'damn-now-I-have-someone-to-live-for' son.

"Hey, uh. You good, bud?"

He was never good at these touchy-feely things. Or maybe he was deluding himself into thinking that. Either way, there's something distant in Frederick's eyes that made him feel like the guy had been through a doozy or three. Maybe he should recommend him to one of the psychologists he had on the line. Hmmmm. It would sound a bit nuts coming from him though.

"The last time I went on a mission in August, I looked juuuust as rough as you did! I shoulda warned ya, but y'know, I kinda missed the memo." He wagged his finger once, conducting the air in his ever-nonchalant attitude. Maybe he should have mentioned that he died the last time he went on a mission like that. Henry made death feel un-intimate, yet carried his crosses like he knew every corpse he came across by name. A crow cawed, landing playfully into Frederick's nest of hair. "Guess Crowm missed ya."

It was the closest thing to Henry admitting the same. The Shepherds had become a silly home for a silly man, after all. After the world had threatened to come down on them, Henry was glad this time around, it didn't. It hadn't. Because he had a little too much care for these folks, this time around. It'd be a bloody crime to rip them away from him now.

"Anywayyyys, you're going to have to catch me up to speed. And not in the Frederick's Fanatical Fitness Hour kinda way. Like... tell me something I can latch onto. Maybe I'll send a curse or two their way?"

"...Ahaha~" He rested a hand on Frederick's shoulder, to help anchor him a bit. Ship to shore. "Just like old times."

[mathmusic8]

The Bad Batch Season 2 Episodes 7 & 8

Le gasp--it's Star Wars Wednesday and I almost forgot! And we have two episodes today?? Must be good!

Is that a Pantoran on the thumbnail for episode 7? Are we finally going to see our beloved Senator Chuchi like the trailer promised???

Very excited to find out!

(spoilers under the cut)

79s!!

...this feels significantly less lively than usual

Slip, Cade--clone names

Ohh Cade honey, I get where you're coming from, but this won't end well

...is that Crosshair?

Mm, I feel like Crosshair wouldn't have missed 

...I don't want to make light of this moment, but those were the fastest pulse checks I've ever seen in my life

Seriously? They blamed losing Kamino on a storm?? 

Yeee Bail!!!

CHUCHI!!! CLONE RIGHTS!!!!!! (this is so much fan service--I love it <333)

Rampart, put your long pointy nose back in the slimey corner where it belongs

You go, Bail <3

Wow, Mas Amedda actually had more than 2 lines of dialogue

Chuchi canonically goes to 79s <3

Wait--waIT WAIT WAIT IS THAT DOGMA

Y'ALL

Y'ALL

DOGMA IS HERE

THAT IS KRIFFING DOGMA

AANDHSUSNABCIANSBDHAUAKNFUDIASBAHAHAHDBHDHAHASBHS

...I think?

It's possible that this guy just has really similarly placed scars...

And okay, his voice doesn't sound quite right for Dogma...

...eh, I can headcanon whatever I want

Chuchi giving them the "you'll still have a life after war" talk T.T so much fan service

Is it just me or are clones in this episode either clean shaven or have exactly one style of beard that looks like Gregor's? Must be a fad XD

Slip is CT-0409 (aw, that's only a digit off from Echo T.T)

She's meeting with Rampart right after that?? Riyo, are you crazy?

Oh? Who's Slip calling? Money's on Rex, but it would be fun if it was someone else

Riyooooo be caaarefullllll!!

HE KNOWS THAT SHE KNOWS

RIYO WHY DID YOU DO THAT

The memorial features quite a lot in this series. Not that I mind <3

Hmm, I spy a blue R2 unit who is not our Artoo

Riyo understands binary <3

Yeeee Organa poking at the stupid, stupid logic of Kamino being destroyed by a storm!

...I'm so torn about this sniper y'all. He has some of Crosshair's mannerisms, but then why to vocoder?

Eaaasy Slip

Oh good

Slip is smart--I like him

Aaaaand there goes Slip. Dangit y'all

Riyo's guard is a good shot

...was a good shot. Oh he's still alive. Mm, not for long.

"I'll be right behind you." Sorry, boyo, no one believes that

Dramatic face reveal of.... REX YAY

He's not in armor anymore? Eh, poncho looks better this way anyway

Second dramatic face reveal of... not Crosshair! Hah, called it!!!

Not a trooper? What do you mean, Rex?

Oh YES WE GET TO QUESTION HIM

Aw, it's Rafa and Trace's garage

"a believer"...? uh, okay. In what? Order 66?

Oh yikes dangit boy why you gotta do that

-- Episode 8 --

Omega's meditating :D

"You wanna try?" Cute <3

"I had enough of solitude." Awww, Echo

Noooooooo Hunter used "ask" as a noun T.T I know it's a common turn of phrase these days, but my poor little grammar heart just about imploded 

Ah, so Rex is sending them to get data from the ship. ...does he not know the Bad Batch were literally there

Ahh, right, they're deserters. At least they called it out

Okay, but that log would've been wiped--oh right it's a backup log. ...still don't think that would've worked, but fine

Omega's going with Riyo? Okay

So. Much. Fan. Service. Just look at that Star Wars poncho as a disguise <3

Admiral Rampart's nearly aggressive "Senator Chuchi" XD

...Rampart what're you planning

Bail and Riyo constantly glancing back at Omega XD

Ahh, so the ex-Kaminoan senator is still around

Ohhhhhh craaaaaap she's gonna recognize Omega

Omega nooooo this is a delicate situation, you can't just say things like that--

...oh, so it wasn't a catastrophic mistake? Okay

These close-up shots of the kaminoan's head and neck are kinda unsettling haha

Awww Echo want to help Rex so much

Was that a tiny background massiff I saw? <3

Hanging onto a shuttle while in flight--Noice. Not the most practical, but noice

Rex: "He's still not better with heights?" Echo: "This is him better." XD

Course it couldn't be easy. I guess otherwise it wouldn't be fun :D

"New plan! 14, 5, 86" "All of them?" "YES" XD

See, that's why the Bad Batch actually succeeds half the time--they don't go in without a plan because they're unprepared. They have plenty of plans and implement them as needed

Rampart looks a tiny bit out of his depth in this senate session XD

Organa to save the day <3

I reallllllly hope they actually looked at the data first to confirm it's what they're looking for--oh look, it's fine

So... how does this not solve everything again?

Oh. That's why. The emperor's here.

Ah. Palpatine turned against Rampart. Sleemo

NO

PALPY DON'T YOU KRIFFING DARE TURN THIS ON THE CLONES

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

YOU DISGUSTING BALL OF SLIME

The music really makes this moment appropriately sinister

Welp. We knew it wasn't going to end well

AHHAHAVFHSJWBDUDVEUSBSUEJE OH MY HEART ECHO'S STAYING WITH REX T.T 

BUT POOR OMEGA TEARS EVERYWHERE

They better hug--oh good they do

Gah my heart

Alrighty, that's the episode! So much happened here!! So much fan service! Possible Dogma cameo! Two whole episodes of Riyo and clones rights content! Echo leaving the Bad Batch! T.T

Wonder what Crosshair's up to...

[daycare-vore-off]

🌶🟣: ok so he's not mad that's good but.. wait? Does he think I'm a super hero!? Or..--looks down at my four hands.. ok I can see it. He asked super powers and I mean I guess I have a few abilities nothing that I fight with. I only fight when it called for I'm not a very violent person.

Itching my chin. "Uh there are a few but nothing impressive" putting my thoughts to a list. "I can sing like a siren and influence people behavior with my song of choice. Like if you want a party going I can bust out a song and everyone will be lively as hell. Or if someone needs a lullaby I can sing them to sleep pretty easily. Hallucinations sometimes can come with them, it depends my intent and what words I'm singing."

I don't tell him how I can sing fear into people, I only do that in emergencies. To get away from normally.

"I'm flexible too, and agile. Kinda like a monkey. Got claws that can grow out, Chibi fangs, and a special tattoo on my back that let me sprout wings at times. Though if I use it for a long while I can get tired." Trying to think on what else I can do..

"Oh and I can blend in with my surroundings at times. And again can't really do it for that long, talking couple hours max. it doesn't effect cloths, and it's not like I can move around with it either....well I can but my body would Constantly be changing its coloring and it tries me out faster"

going over my check list in my mind.. "yeah that all I can do"

I then get an idea.. glitch can fit five people max in his tummy soo.. I could make him feel more full. Chuckling I patt his walls "boyo imma do something"

Seeing as he knows now. I take off my sweat shirt to be in my Custom fit shirt. Curling into fetal position I slowly activate my back tattoo as it glows a crystal pink and dark amethyst.

Blossoming out of my back much like a flower was my feathered wings, a cosmic colors of purple, pink, and hints of baby blue. After an other moment i folded my wings around me and settled back up.

My wings shouldn't be no more then four people max to him. If anything they would be three I think. I waited to see what he do or say as I relaxed back down chuckling to myself.

👾💧:*he listens absolutely fascinated by the information, yep, definitely super powers, but before he can say anything colorful lights catch his attention then* urp-urgh

*well his stomach getting bigger felt extremely odd, It took a little for him to adjust before he gave his stomach exponential pokes in different places.* What diiiiiid you just you just do do do in theeeeere? *He asks in a joking tone deciding to tease you a bit* Change into a big bird bird bird?