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yanisdoingstuff · 6 months ago

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I saw this reblogged by @uiolot and got inspired. Since I'm not posting much, I decided I'd answer some questions for main characters, C and Joy. WARNING VERY LONG

✨ — For Joy, I wanted it to express his upbeat demeanor, so I just googled synonyms for happiness, went through some, and it popped up in my head. Though I recently found out it's commonly used as a female name lol. It also became his mother's trait to give her children weird names with special meanings. As for C, I scrolled some male names to find one that sounded like him and shortened to one letter for ✨mystery✨.

🌼 — Joy is 16 and C is 17! Could never tell you what happened the day

🌺 — They have each other! Aside from that, C had his first “relationship” a few years ago with a toxic guy (though can you realistically not be toxic as a ~12-13 boy?), a blond cocky bastard. It kinda grew as a reference to me choosing between several looks for C. At first I wanted him to be blond, with curly hair; his ex got the 1st, Joy's human design got the 2nd. Joy also had a few crushes, even including Haru, but it never went anywhere (and thanks god, I never intended to, this man is way too old for him xd).

🍕 — Joy is probably burger with fries typa guy. Anything flavorful and colorful would be to his taste, but he's not too picky since his mom's cooking was always awful. C definitely likes meat and bread of any kind. They share love for sandwiches, soda, hard candy and pastry, especially buns from Snowdin when C tries them.

💼 — They're both high-schoolers, so nothing yet. C used to work in his father's butchery shop before the Underground, but it was less of "making a living" and more of a "one day you'll inherit my business dear son so I'm training you instead of letting you enjoy weekends properly".

🎹 — Joy travels around the Underground and draws a map of it. He sometimes watches Haru's family anime collection, reads adventure novels, listens to pop music, dances, and plays mortal combat-ish games. He also just... likes to yap. A lot. Anything to tire himself out really. C never had any hobbies because of being busy, so he just sticks around. Adventuring and exploring in general is interesting to him. They'd probably like DnD if they knew about it.

🎯 — Joy yaps and dances like a pro, hehe. C has the MC ability to solve any problem on the way. He's mostly collected, sharp, and is able to get out of most situations if time's given.

🥊 — Joy loves chatting, finding time to meet friends, seeing his elder brother a lot! His hobbies name it all. He only hates household chores, especially doing dishes, anything related to water (he can't swim) and being Haru's target during his training sessions. C likes working with people, reading books, but feels uneasy spending time with monsters except Joy. As to why... We'll see. I can't really come up with anything he'd purely hate... Like, cleaning toilets, not that's what everyone hates. Following other's orders and tasks maybe?

❤️ — Joy's best memories before the main story are related to his elder brother, Piper. They barely meet each other these days, which makes it double special. They're close since childhood, talk about everything that bothers them, watch silly movies... They can even just sleep in the same room and be happy. C's happiest memories are probably about the family farm, when he was little, played with piggies (under guidance, we all know how scary pigs can be) and didn't know where meat comes from. Since meeting Joy, the cutest moments they had were definitely added to both's lists.

✂️ — This topic is secret until the episodes come out, but let's just say they're also related to the couple's relationships. Besides, both struggle with parents a lot. Joy has arguments with mom, C hates dad, perfect match.

🧊 — Joy's is, though at first I pictured him wearing glasses on the forehead for more adventurous look, but it doesn't make sense when you're half-blind lol. His jeans were slightly different in fit. C, aside from early choices I mentioned, had changes in boots (before they were just generic boots) and pants (same... I have troubles with pants) and was gifted a lil garter belt cover for his weapons. I also got inspired by Hunter from TOH and Vaggie from HH — strong protective characters with trauma 😊 — and gave him a hooked nose.

🍀 — Joy was at least 70% self-insert. So I can say he's inspired by my own awkwardness? Also my desire to yap and the idea of comforting teen relationship. A tiny bit of any sunshine character I've seen in media (Charlie in HH, Tails in Sonic franchise, Luz in TOH, etc etc...). C is pretty generic, I admit. Insert him in any 1st person/unnamed protagonist game. Frisk heritage right here. But in looks he's heavily inspired by Manlybadasshero 'cause he's the true protagonist of every story.

🌂 — Joy is Disney channel series or teen dramedy. C is rpgmaker yandere game or PS1 horror with a sprinkle of slice of life when he's on the pacifist route.

💚 — They're both cisgender boys and gay! (Probably would be trans-inclusive, but not familiar with the concept enough to identify as such).

🙌🏻 — C is the only child. Joy has seven!

🍎 — As I mentioned, Joy quarrels with his mother a lot. He doesn't feel needed, and in his eyes, mom suddenly stopped loving him when he was little and only needs him for doing dishes from time to time. His dad is simply absent. Still technically in the family, but always stuck in his workplace, also since Joy's childhood, barely seeing his kids a few times a year. No conflict with him, but not much love either, it's neutral. C's in very bad relationship with father due to the amount of work and it's violent nature. And he's just old in general. «These damn kids» guy. As for his mommy, I'm sure they're fine. I imagine a very patient, warm woman he was sorry to leave like that.

🧠 — I love Joy's cheerful, yet awkward personality. He helps me cope, especially with my situations at home, school stuff and sexuality topics. He doesn't know anything, he's a baby!! 🥺 (he's actually a nice smart guy, as mature as an introverted 16 yo can be). As for C, he's just my ancient Undertale protagonist idea I still cherish. Also a secret for later, but... He's the “I fucked up — I fucked up more trying to improve the last fuck up — I learned and did it better from scratch” trope. He has a lot of skeletons in his closet he still thinks about and grieves over. He may turn VERY flawed at some point. And I love bad people who are truly sorry in the end.

✏️ — Not too often, but I like sketching them and writing the detailed script for episodes when I have time. Also the whole project! It will come out eventually, we all say in unison.

💎 — Definitely not Joy, he's staying. C... Who knows. He's also important, probably not. But I swear I wouldn't about every OC I've ever had before one day deciding they're not fit for my grown brain anymore and getting rid of them. So we'll see.

💀 — Not phobias, but fears in general. Joy is very much afraid of death. It's a taboo topic for most people, and in his family it's not spoken about along with many other things. Seeing someone dying or hearing about it (only including fresh cases) might be straight up traumatizing for him. They're both afraid of being left alone, for C it also means losing Joy as the story progresses.

🍩 — Lora! The new queen of the Underground. She's the main antagonist in the whole AU. There are temporary enemies too, especially for C. You'll learn more on the process.

🎓 — For a year and few months. Such a long journey, hehe.

🍥 — I was 16! It always feels weird to outgrow your characters. I'm almost afraid of losing touch, heheh.

Maybe I'll participate again with other characters I have. That's fun to ponder certain things about you children, especially while they're in development.

Ask Game for someone’s OC(s)

✨- How did you come up with the OC’s name?

🌼 - How old are they? (Or approximate age range)

🌺- Do they have any love interest(s)?

🍕 - What is their favorite food?

💼 - What do they do for a living?

🎹 - Do they have any hobbies?

🎯 -What do they do best?

🥊 -What do they love to do? What do they hate to do?

❤️ - What is one of your OC’s best memories?

✂️ - What is one of your OC’s worst memories?

🧊 - Is their current design the first one?

🍀 - What originally inspired the OC?

🌂 - What genre do they belong in?

💚 - What is your OC’s gender identity and sexuality?

🙌 - How many sibling does your OC have?

🍎 - What is the OC’s relationship w/their parents like?

🧠 - What do you like most about the OC?

✏️ - How often do you draw/write about the OC?

💎 - Do you ever see yourself killing off the OC?

💀 - Does your OC have any phobias?

🍩 -Who is your OC’s arch-nemesis or rival?

🎓 - How long have you had the OC?

🍥 - What age were you when you created the OC?

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rafesangelita · 1 year ago

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pairing: rafe cameron x fem!kook!reader

warnings: best friend’s brother, manipulation, slight angst, oral (f receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, slapping, slight praise, sarah is so fake tbh

word count: 1.3k

a/n: this was supposed to be a blurb but i got a little carried away lmao. all note’s and reblogs mean the world to me <3 mini series masterlist can be found here

“fuck, all i could think about was tasting this pretty pussy again.” rafe draped his arm over you, his hand pressing down onto your stomach. you mewled at his words, your hand coming down to intertwine with his. “ah, fuck.” you whimpered, your back arching off the soft sheets. rafe’s grip on your thigh was bruising, his fingertips digging into your skin as he continuously pushed you towards the edge of euphoria. “look at me.” he delivered a slap to your cunt, the stinging sensation making you jump in his hold.

glancing down at him like he requested, you watched as he inserted two fingers into you, your eyes nearly rolling back in your head at the delicious stretch of his digits. “you see how good you take my fingers? huh, pretty girl, you see that?” you moaned as he brought his soaked fingers to his mouth, sucking off your juices. “i can’t be loud, rafe.” you sucked in a breath when he slapped you once more. “why? because sarah’s downstairs?” he laughed, snaking his way up your body. “because she’d have a bitch fit if she caught you fucking her brother?” he taunted, forcing your thighs open.

without warning, he slid into you, your hand flying to cover your mouth. rafe’s head fell on your shoulder, his noises shooting straight to your core. “holy fuck, y/n.” he started moving slow, your moans muffled by the palm you still had against your lips. rafe looked up, his eyes darkening as he picked up the pace, knowing it’d be impossible for you to keep quiet. finally you moved your hand, gasping for air as rafe hooked both of your legs on top of his shoulders. just when you thought he couldn’t get any deeper, he put you in this position and now you were sure you were seeing stars.

“i can’t!-” you cried when rafe began rubbing tight circles on your clit, his abs flexing with every thrust. “you’re gonna fucking take what i give you.” he grunted, meeting your teary gaze. there was nothing that satisfied rafe more than seeing you all fucked out because of him. your hooded eyes, swollen lips, flushed cheeks, in his opinion you looked the prettiest when he made a mess out of you. “r-rafe,” your thighs started trembling, both of your movements stuttering as you neared your sweet release. you watched as rafe’s adam’s apple bobbed, his eyebrows knitting when he threw his head back.

“cum with me.” he leaned down, taking your lips in a searing kiss as you both tipped over the edge. losing all sense of awareness, your nails dug into his arm as you let out a sound that was between a wail and scream. rafe held you tighter as you felt the warmth of his cum fill you up, his breaths turning into pants as you clenched around him. “you’re so fucking perfect.” he whispered into your neck, your heart pounding in your ears. with a final kiss, he pulled out, collapsing on top of you as your eyes fluttered shut. “fuck.” rafe rolled over, pulling you into his arms.

you wanted nothing more than to stay in rafe’s room, in his bed, smelling his cologne, and falling asleep in your post orgasm bliss, but with sarah waiting for you downstairs you knew you’d have to get up soon. “stay.” you could always leave it to rafe to somehow know what was running through your mind. “i can’t rafe, you know that.” you attempted to move, but rafe didn’t budge, his arms locking you in the way they usually did when you’d tell him you had to leave. “god knows what sarah heard,” you pinched the bridge of your nose, your reailty setting back in.

“she didn’t hear shit, that tv is loud as fuck.” rafe let go of you, the cool air engulfing you instead. “i’m sorry.” you got up, pulling on your underwear, and grabbing your sweatshirt from the corner of the room. rafe watched you get dressed, shaking his head as you did so. “she’s such a shitty friend to you, i don’t know why you care so much.” rafe was mad, you knew that. “she’s my best friend.” you turned, both of you glaring at each other now. “your best friend?” he scoffed, tossing the covers and getting dressed himself. “the same best friend that uses you as a cover up so she can go hang out with pogues instead?” rafe knew he struck a chord when you blinked away tears.

“what kind of ‘best friend’ ditches you on your birthday just to go hang out at some shithole house and do nothing?” rafe kneeled in front of you, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. “you’re too good to be her friend,” he kissed you, “fuck her.” rafe wiped your damp cheeks. before you can say anything, sarah yelled. “y/n! pizza’s here!” you and rafe looked at each other, his shoulders falling in defeat when you pushed him away. “i better go.” you quickly ran your fingers through your hair, stealing a glance of yourself in rafe’s mirror. you hated yourself in this moment, knowing rafe was watching you leave him, again.

“what took you so long, you alright?” sarah didn’t look up from her phone, rafe’s words repeating themselves in your head. “yeah, yeah, just had to answer my moms call,” you lied, taking a seat on the couch. sarah paused the movie just in time for you to hear rafe’s door shut from upstairs. “hey, so i was gonna ask you something.” sarah turned towards you. your eyes traveled to rafe, who was already staring you down as he took out two plates from the cabinet. “my dad is literally so annoying, he updated the security system because wheezie snitched me out, but since him, rose, and wheezie are gone, i was thinking maybe you could watch the house for me… like overnight?” and there it was. the entire reason why she asked you to come over in the first place, not because you’re her best friend and she wanted to have a movie night like y’all used too, but because she needed you to cover her ass again.

there was a loud crash in the kitchen, both you and sarah jumping at the noise, “my hand slipped.” rafe looked pissed. you and him both knew the plate crashing on the floor wasn’t an accident. “anyways,” sarah rolled her eyes, “do you think you can do that for me?” she grabbed your shoulders. “pleaseeeee,” you could feel the burn of rafe’s gaze on the side of your face. “uhm.. yeah, okay sure.” you felt so stupid right now. “thank you!” she shot up from the sofa, swinging a backpack over her shoulder as she made her way to the back door. “if my dad calls asking about the back door opening, just tell him we were in the pool.” she waved, running outside.

you stood there, staring at nothing while your ears rung. she knew you were gonna say yes, for fuck’s sake, she already had a bag packed. rafe closed the door, moving the giant curtain to conceal you both. instead of saying ‘i told you so.’ he took you in his embrace, your arms wrapping around him like it was muscle memory. “don’t even be upset.” his hands massaged your lower back. you took in his familiar scent, shaking your head. “i don’t care anymore.” you kissed him, allowing him to lead you to the kitchen island where the pizza was. “you know, i grabbed two plates for a reason.” you accepted the plate with two slices on it. “i knew she was gonna leave, and i knew she was gonna leave us two alone for the night.” he pulled you against him, his erection digging into your back.

“how about round two? and this time you can be as loud as you want?”

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leviathans-watching · 2 years ago

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oohh how about a boba or coffee date with the brothers? ~Lycoris

boba date with the brothers

includes: the brothers x gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

wc: .7k | rated g | m.list

a/n: heyyy i hope you enjoy!! this truly was so fun to write and i feel like there will be a part two with the dateables lol. my inbox is open to chat, leave feedback, and req so come on over!!

please reblog (人ﾟ∀ﾟ)

➳ lucifer is paying for you, no questions asked. even if you offer to pay him back, there’s no way in hell he’s letting you do so. he makes sure to take you to a place he thinks you’ll like and the effort was well-spent because the place is exactly to your liking. you both order and he waits at the counter before you grab them a table and when he comes over carrying the cups you notice he’s gotten you a straw that matches your drink. he also offers you a taste of his every time.

➳ mammon is super excited to go out with you, and his enthusiasm, while low-key, is contagious so you look like the happiest pair in the joint. you guys switch on and off on who’s paying, something neither of you mind, and mammon is conscious of picking less expensive things when its your turn, even though you assure him it’s fine. while you wait for your drinks he grabs your hand, swinging it gently back and forth. people always tell you that you’re a cute couple, which makes him preen every time without fail.

➳ levi usually mobile orders his stuff but he doesn’t mind going in so much if it’s with you. you often let the other person order for you to spice up your day a little, and you’re always happy with whatever he gets you since he knows your taste so well. even if you’re the one paying, levi makes sure to stick some money into the tip jar, something that just makes you love him even more. once your drinks come you tend to take them with you on your way instead of sitting and drinking them, but this allows you to savor your drink more so you’re more than alright with it.

➳ satan is on his best behavior from the get go, holding the door for you and acting as charming as can be. the people manning the till always give you an ‘aren’t you lucky’ look, and yes, you really are. he insists on paying, and unlike lucifer, will let you pay him back later or just treat you both next time, although when next time rolls around he usually swoops in and covers it before you can. he knows your order by heart so orders for the both of you while you decided if you want to eat inside, and when your drink comes he lets you take a sip of his first.

➳ asmo doesn’t really care who pays, and neither do you, since you know it’ll all even out in the end, so it’s just whoever offers fist. he likes to get complimentary drinks, so he’ll wait for you to choose before he makes his choice and once they're out, he gets straws that match the drinks but you take the one to match his so the photo is more cohesive. you tend to find somewhere nice outside to sit, enjoying your drinks in the sun, and asmo continues to take photos, though he doesn't post them, saying they’re meant for the two of you, not the public.

➳ beel will always ask for a sip of your drink but you have to watch him close or he'll drain the whole thing. it’s turned almost into a game, where he sees how much he can get away with, and in return you often steal his drink and make it even. he’s also a tipper, and all the people at the counter always titter and blush, definitely smitten with him- you don't even mind; they have good taste. beel, of course, is oblivious. you stay in the shop to eat, and every once in a while he convinces you to get another to go after you finish your first.

➳ belphie has his wallet out before you can even say anything, but you know he’s good for it, so whatever. sometimes you want to spoil him so you pay, but usually, it’s him. he takes even longer to decide on his order than you, but eventually picks, though, to your disappointment it’s usually the same thing as you. you’ve tried to explain why getting two flavors and sharing is better but he really doesn’t get it. when the drinks are handed over you get them, and he holds the door for you on the way out so you can drink them in the car.

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cupids-chamber · 2 years ago

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Can't believe I'm saying this AGAIN, Dead dove do not eat stands for "what's in the tin", basically it's an umbrella term which means that everything you see in the tags can and will appear in the fic. Though it blew up as a heavy dark content tag (prominently used for noncon). You'd know this if you had bothered researching! Even if it's now referred to as a "Dark content" tag, it doesn't necessarily mean pedophilia and incest. Mostly it's used for like heavy smut, yandere, gore, all that fun scaring stuff.

It IS AN ISSUE, I had an major argument with multiple anons about this for 2 days in a row, and I've cleared it up recently from my blog (Via deleting posts, though reblogs can easily be found on mutuals blogs). Many people were genuinely affected by this shit being normalized in fandoms, many have reached out to me and explained how it did personally affect them in the past or as a kid, many anon asks were sent explaining what happened to them, their personal trauma, and etc.

By fucked up shit I meant hardcore gore, stuff about monsters, demons, yandere content that can and will scar you if you choose to read it, that's an example of the fucked up shit I read. I didn't go into detail because why tf should I have to explain what I'm interested in?!

AND Ortho is not mature by any means, there are many instances of him being and acting like a child, he's not mature, he's rash and doesn't comprehend the consequences of certain actions, and that's because he was built to take after Idia's brother, just because he may have artificial intelligence doesn't mean he's mature. Intelligence will never define maturity. (Because you can still be mature despite not being smart) He's also in the body of a literal child, that itself gives off hardcore shotacon vibes.

So in conclusion, it does affect people, just because it didn't personally affect you, doesn't mean it doesn't affect others, and it is wrong despite it being fiction, MANY WILL SIDE ON ME IN THIS POINT, and no, my fucked up taste can't be anywhere near or on par with pedophilia and incest, I just put it there to specify that I'm not innocent by all means just that fiction isn't an excuse for certain things.

— DO NOT INTERACT RYUICHIROU SUPPORTERS Referring to these two posts

Incestious & pedophilic ships will never sit right with me, even if it's fiction. That shit can be misleading as fuck.

Since I had unrestricted internet access since I was a child, there was a time where I saw this behavior as completely normal because people, especially in fanfiction, normalized this sort of content. Though it's more uncommon for me to come across media like that on the internet now, it's still fucked up to ship two siblings together or a child and an adult.

Ortho may canonically be 16 but mentally he is a child, he was built to take after and have the mentality of a child. Ortho has presented in many separate occasions that he still does in fact have the mentality of a child, despite being a crafted robot.

Also Idia designed Ortho to take after his brother.

Even if we avoid all of these reasons, Idia's unhealthy reliance on Ortho, who is a child, as an adult himself. Is quite the unhealthy relationship dynamic in it's self. The relationship even at it's current state isn't the healthiest.

But I'm not trying to point out the flaws of their relationship, just how fucked up it is! Not just from a moral standpoint but on a ethical level. Fiction can't really be excuse for shipping this kind of bullshit.

It's ok to like fucked up shit in fiction, but incest and pedophilia is a line that shouldn't be crossed. Like even I, have some fucked up taste in fanfiction but there's a border.

#— reblogs #Also someone who posted their thoughts on main? Finally. Thank you for having the courage because now I'll be blocking you <3

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tohokuu · 2 years ago

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you can't fucking cook - matt murdock

tumblr is based on reblogs, not likes. please reblog my work.

warnings : language, reader is implied to be poc, suggestive at the end, fluffy, banter ! matty can’t handle spice :(

wc : 1.1k

a/n : this is the first matt fic I'm posting. i hope it's not too bad. I'm more used to writing for kpop so let's see how this goes. also, I hope i don't get angry ranch raccoons in my inbox arguing with me about seasoning food, its a work of fiction, shut up. kheer is the center photo !

“this is because those shitty cooks on tiktok have influenced you, haven’t they? the weird white ones that put whole blocks of cheese in their mac and cheese!” your eyes were wide in horror as he put a dash of salt and pepper over the stir-fried asparagus.

matt laughed out loud. the sound erupting from his chest as he clutched his stomach. you felt good to hear the sound, a smile threatening your lips but you wanted to keep this argument up.

“i don’t- i don’t even have a tiktok!” he said between laughs. “i just… i need my food a little .. on the less spicy side.” he pursed his lips together, using his hands as he explained his shitty culinary rhetoric.

“no, you just can’t cook, murdock.” you spat back.

“okay, how about..” matt looked up, tapping his chin as he twisted his lips in thought. his eyebrows crossed in thought and you thought he looked so beautiful with his adorable thinking face.

“you cook dinner tomorrow night?” he proposed.

a smile beamed across your lips.

“done deal.”

“y/n, what the fuck-” matt screeched as he sent the small basket of garlic naan flying off the table. you yelped, thinking it was all going to go to waste, but matt quickly grabbed it. you didn’t know how. he grabbed it and set it back on the table and then scrambled for the pitcher of lassi you had set aside.

garlic naan and lassi didn’t go together at all. it clashed. the mutton curry set it straight, though. the same mutton curry that matt was tearing up over. his eyes watered and he coughed up a little as he gulped down the glass of lassi.

“baby, why is there so much” he paused, looking up at you with a hand on his knee, “spice in the curry?” he asked you. you put your lips together, not knowing how to answer.

“uhm.. you know, i’m big on spicy food..” you trailed off. he gulped, letting out a heavy sigh. “i don’t even own cayenne, did you do the groceries?” he asked. you nodded, then smacked yourself in the face for nodding. “yes, i did.”

matt raised his eyebrows. “did you go down to the patel brothers for this?”

“i did.” but you crossed your arms now. “okay, shut up, matthew. i made the food a little spic-”

“it’s not a little spicy, it’s very spicy! i feel like my tongue got assaulted!” matt reasoned. you tried keeping your laughter in. your boyfriend was sadly just another white man that couldn’t handle spice. or so you thought, you don’t know his palate is plain for that reason.

“are you laughing at me?” he asked. “this isn’t funny.” matt said as he reached for another glass of lassi. “you know, since your tongue got assaulted, are you gonna file a lawsuit against me, mr. murdock?” you joked.

he pursed his lips, becoming a pouty mess of fiery red ears and a flared nose. turning away, you ate a spoonful of the rice pudding you had made today, rubbing your tongue against the roof of your mouth as you enjoyed all the flavors. cinnamon, vanilla… the sweet taste of condensed milk.

“cmon, matty baby. don’t be so angry with me.” you cajoled him. his ears perked up at the lilt in your tone. “i’m not angry.” he said, but huffed like an annoyed child.

“then there’s really only one thing that can fix this, hm?” you said with a grin on your lips. your body temperature raised as you made your way toward matt’s chair. you sat down on his lap, straddling his legs. like an automatic response, his hands reached for your thighs, gripping you tightly.

he sighed, his expression still fairly annoyed. you leaned in to press a kiss against his lips but he turned away. “no.” he stated. “why not? you don’t wanna kiss your angel of a girlfriend?” you cooed, leaning in to pinch his cheeks.

“you’re a nightmare,” he responded, flatly. you feigned a dramatic gasp, bringing your hand to your chest. it made matt crack, a small smile making its way onto his lips. “cmonnn, try the rice pudding. it’s sweet!” you begged.

matt beamed, nodding as you turned back to grab a small bowl of the traditional pudding. it was technically kheer but you’d let him find that out for himself when he tasted the other ingredients in it. taking a small amount on the silver spoon, you lifted it up to his lips. his pink lips parted and his tongue poked out just a slight bit. it did something to you but you’d never say it out loud.

his face was tilted right towards yours as he took in the spoon of kheer. matt’s tongue licked off the remaining kheer off the spoon, tasting it thoughtfully. his eyebrows furrowed as he thought of all the individual flavors that he could come up with.

“is that cardamom? i can also taste rose water…” he trailed off. you beamed a bright white smile, “do you like it?” you grilled.

he nodded, “yes, unlike the rest of dinner, this is exquisite.” he remarked. you rolled your eyes, earning a chuckle from him. how he could sense your small movements? you didn’t know. you didn’t even know how he could taste each individual ingredient whenever you’d have food together.

it was matthew’s hobby. he liked to show off by listing off each ingredient in the food you two would order. then after work, he’d get into the kitchen and make everything better than how you had it at the restaurant. matt’s abilities were crazy. you liked to believe in the theory that since one of his senses wasn’t there, the rest were heightened.

but even this much heightening was crazy.

regardless, you hummed in contentment as matt fed you a spoon. you were absolutely amazed at how much of a great cook you were.

“i’m just so amazing in the kitchen.” you sighed, staring dreamily out the window. matt chuckled under you, “yeah, okay, sweetheart.” he whispered before pulling you down by the neck.

your lips were pressed against his, suddenly. his tongue begged you for entrance, licking at your bottom lip as his hands got more curious towards your inner thighs.

“at the dinner table, really?” you whispered against him. he hummed, teeth flashing before he pressed your body closer to his. it knocked the breath out of you.

“mhm, gotta get rid of the spice somehow.”

“that’s what the kheer and lassi is for!”

tagging : @munsonsins @mindidjarin @coalix @a1sh1teruu

#matt murdock x reader #matt murdock smut #matt murdock #daredevil x reader #daredevil smut #matt murdock fanfic #matt murdock fluff #daredevil fanfiction #daredevil fluff

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write-nerdy-to-me · 2 years ago

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For someone first getting into the ship, what would you say your favorite captain swan fanfics are? I guess I'm asking you because I've read the tags on some of the captain swan posts you've reblogged, and what seems to draw you to them as a couple hits me too. I lay myself at the mercy of your taste 🙏

oh gosh, i'm honored. captain swan have held a special place in my heart for years, and i'm delighted to hear that you've boarded the ship. but to be honest with you, i only started reading ouat fics semi-recently, so my rec list will be small. even at the mercy of my taste, if you don't vibe with any of these that is totally okay. (i know i am a picky bitch, which may or may not play into why the list is short.)

thank you for the ask, anon! 💜

(fics listed in no particular order below the cut)

something suspiciously like hope | rated G The moment Captain Hook opens himself up to the possibility of love (Season 2, Episode 9)

all love is time travel | rated T Killian has long been a captain, and so he does not show weakness or indecision unless he wishes to. Still, the desire to vouch for their chances of success is difficult to balance with the pressing need to school those uninformed of Neverland’s horrors as to the dangers that lie ahead. All this, under the sneer of Cora’s daughter and the reptile stare of his greatest enemy. All this, before Emma Swan.

wait for the morning (i'll be waiting for you) | rated T When Emma still feels like danger is just around the corner, even after Pan’s curse is averted, she takes to wandering Storybrooke’s streets at night. She’s not the only one. Differences in timing and circumstance can change everything - but some things are inevitable.

keep your heart beating | rated G A short missing/extended scene of Emma returning Killian's heart. A little angst, a little fluff. For anyone who watched that scene and needed it to be a million times longer.

learning how to breathe | rated G Set soon after Dark Hollow at some nebulous point. Emma confronts her parents about Neal, and it leads to a heart-to-heart with a certain pirate.

it would kill me (if you didn't know) | rated M (Blatant disregard of canon to follow--don't make me rewatch the show, please) They saved Henry but all got separated in the process, and when they finally made it back to the ship, Emma realized that they were down a man. She's just gonna have to save him. This features some pretty awesome Emma/David bonding, too. This is a classic 'Killian's been taken while saving them and now he's being tortured and Emma isn't gonna stand for it' fic. I've read them all, and I just needed more. POV switches 3rd person between Killian and the others.

killian, persuaded | rated T AU — Storybrooke — When a stunning betrayal forces Killian Jones to reevaluate his life, he finds himself unexpectedly rescued by his estranged brother. Traveling to Maine to meet the family he didn’t know existed, he immediately comes face-to-face with the woman he pushed away a decade before. This time around he’s determined to be a better man and, if he’s lucky, win back the only woman he ever loved. Basically a Hallmark movie with OUAT characters. (The Romance One)

in the offing | rated M AU - Storybrooke - Emma Swan is drafted to help Liam Jones clear his brother’s name in the disappearance of a former flame. As she digs deeper into the rash of missing person cases, she risks losing more than just her heart as she uncovers the truth. (The Mystery One)

a drowning soul will clutch at any straw | rated T Though this is far from Killian Jones' first encounter with a mermaid, he's never met any quite like this blonde siren. Together, can they break a cruel curse?

sea-foam eyes and a salt-water smile | rated T Killian Jones has seen a lot of things in his job as a private investigator for supernatural beings - but the selkie who walks into his office asking for help is something new and mesmerizing.

#anonymous #captain swan #fic recs #captain swan fic #thank you anon <3 you're so sweet #as always please be mindful of the tags and warnings #(ngl going through my bookmarks made me realize maybe i should make notes about what the fics are bc i lichrally forgot them lmao)#(it's been a hot minute)#nerdy replies

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arrogantsonofabiscuit · 4 years ago

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S/O who calls them by weird pet names

Feat:- Kuroo, Sakusa & Atsumu

A/n:- Fluff mentions of pet names! lil suggestive !

Kuroo Tetsurou:-

You and Kuroo were sitting on the porch sipping the cup of hot coffee on a cold winter day, enjoying the cold breeze.

You wanted some pancakes with the cup of coffee, so you decided to act cutely in order to get the pancakes to be made by your beloved! (y/n you are so nasty )

“My ruffled hair“ you call him.

Kuroo legit went like 😃—>🤨 huh?

“Kitten, what did you just call me?”

“My ruffled hair?”

“Ruffled hair? you don’t have to remind me 😤”

“Sorry, my Chico, my big kitty, could i get some pancakes , I am craving them so badly”

“I am craving them to , kitten . I will only make those if you give me a cute pet name . Go ahead , I am waiting”

“My snuggly bear! My lamp-post, my mac & cheese , my pancake, wait my big bear, my hulk, my chunky chunk. Um let me think”

“I have lost my appetite , lamp-post of all things? Jesus woman”

“My honey boo?”

“You can’t think anything other than food?”

“Well , its because you look so tasty , I am so hungry, might as well bite you right now”

“Wtf? Okay I am going to the kitchen right now to make us some pancakes”

“I wouldn’t mind your chunky cake”

“Y/n shut up!!!!!”he was so flustered that he tried covering his face and sprints to the kitchen.

After a while , you could smell the pancakes that made you more hungry that’s when you heard Kuroo call you.

“Short cake those pancakes are ready c’mon”

“On my way sexy beast”

“Y/n , if you don’t stop this I will be eating all the pancakes” his face said otherwise.

Sakusa Kiyoomi:-

It was a lazy afternoon you and Omi were tangled in those fluffy blankets .

You got up from the bed to clean your home.

It was your Saturday ritual , laze around in the morning have a brunch and then take a nap on your bed and after that nap, you guys would start cleaning your house.

After completing with cleaning , you take a quick shower so that you could bake some cookies after all the hard work .

You were making some cookies whereas Sakusa was kneading the dough for the bread.

Looking at the dough which Sakusa was kneading you thought about teasing Omi a bit.

“My cookie dough can you pass me the oven mitts?”

“Cookie dough?”

“Yeah? You didn’t like it? Let me try again.“

Sakusa passes you the oven mitts and you place the cookies in the oven.(You can obviously see that i can’t cook , maybe y/n can :(

“I am done here, love”

“Can you stir the pot please, my spatula”

Spatula? Sakusa literally did not understood why you were calling him such weird pet names.

“Anything else love?”

“Yeah could you please taste it and let me know is it missing salt, my honey butter biscuit?”

“What’s with your pet names? They are so weird, am I not your Omi?”

“Oh no you are my cheesecake!”

“Cheesecake?”Omi was kinda pouty because he did not understand why you were using such pet names for him.

“Stop pouting my huggy bear” you nudge his torso but Sakusa doesn’t look at you whatsoever.

“Since you are using those names for me , you are my Mask”

“Hey thats cute Omi!”

“How is it cute?”

“Because I am always around you , even when you are far away from me” you giggle and kiss his cheeks.

“Whatever” he was blushing.

Atsumu Miya:-

Atsumu had a day off ,he decided to sleep some more with you his arms.

You guys ordered some food and were sitting on the couch watching some rom/coms

Atsumu gets Suna’s call and he picks it up.

“Rin, why did ya call me?“

“Atsumu, its time.“

Atsumu realized what time it was , it was “GAMING WITH DA BOYS ”time!

And suna had called to remind him.

Atsumu looks towards you and watches you being so comfortable, he felt bad for asking but you always enjoyed watching him play some video games.

“Angel face, Rin called me to remind me to play games rn , should i ?”

“Sure , ‘Tsumu!”

Atsumu makes his way to his bedroom , setting up his gaming equipments.(Best feeling ever)

You bring some snacks along with water , because he would get thirsty with all the shouting.

He kisses your cheek and mouths a thank you and starts entering the custom room to play with DA BOYSSS.

Ahem....

You settle on the bed with your laptop on your hand and some snacks for you.

But you forgot to carry the banana milk that you kept in the fridge, you were cozied up and saw Atsumu was sitting ideally and was cursing.

You decided to ask him but by using some different pet names.

“Hey Muscleman”

He did not react at all.

“Chunky man? Sexy pants? Tater tot? Foxy? Dumpling? my favourite twin?”

“’Tsumu, thats some weird pet names, also why are you so quite? didn’t i kill ya and took all your loots?”Suna teases him on the line.

“Hmm? what do you need sweetheart?”

“Um babycakes i forgot my banana milk, could you please get it for me?”

“Yes, anything for ya Angel face”

“SIMP!!!!” Osamu on the other line yells.

“CHUNKY MAN” suna joins in and teases him.

Atsumu was sure that his brother and friend would tease him to death.

But still didn’t change the fact that he is a simp for you <3.

Take Care <3

Reblogs are highly appreciated <3

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lilith-of-rivia · 4 years ago

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The Bards Sister Geralt XFemale!Reader Part 1

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Masterlist

Summary: Geralt of Rivia and his long time travel companion Jaskier find themselves in Jaskiers home land. A place geralt had not only never seen nor heard of. Jaskier is ready to reunite its his family after traveling and exploring the world for 20 years. The one person he missed the most was his baby sister (Y/N). Who he hadnt seen since she was 5. The journal is long, but the pay off is grander then they would ever be able to predict. I know i am trash at summaries.

Trigger warnings: NONE a lot of Geralt and Jaskier in this first part. Your charicter doesn’t come in till closer to the end.

Pairings: GeraltxReader JaskierxSister!reader

Word count: 6,095 longest fanfic I’ve ever written!!

A/N: hello my loves!!! I got my Insperation back!! I’m hopping i will be regularly posting agin!!! I ove you all so much you consistent love and supoort has not gone unnoticed. The constant likes and reblogs truly means the world to me. I love every single one of you so much. Thank you for believing in my writing the way you do. All my love -Lilith ps. I have reviewed and edited but I will be doing a more in-depth review soon!

“Where are we going, Jaskier.” The Witcher’s brooding voice echoed threw the flowered valley. His horse trotted not far behind his companion. Jaskier looked back at him and just rolled his eyes.

“How many times have you led me on endless roads, towards the middle of nowhere speaking little to no words to me no matter how much I ask?” Geralt said nothing. Jaskier snorted looking back towards the road.

“Exactly. No shut up, your brooding is giving me a headache.” The bard was giving the witcher a taste of his own medicine. The idea that Jaskier was leading him to somewhere he had no idea of the location, made him uneasy. Did he trust his bard? Absolutely without a doubt. Would he ever admit it to him? No never.

Their travels continued till the sun was barely hanging in the sky. The air had grown crisp replacing the harsh burning of the full summer sun. Jaskier pulled his mare to the side of the road, climbing off her, tying her to a tree. Geralt followed, realizing they were stopping for the day.

“We still have a couple hours of daylight left.” Geralt said as he took Roach’s saddle and tack off.

“We don't need a couple hours, we are nearly there. Maybe an hour and half.” Geralt cocked an eyebrow at Jaskier.

“Then why did we stop?” Jaskier pulled his saddle bags off his horse, putting them beside a log as he gathered some sticks for the fire.

“Because I have to debrief you as to who we are going to see and you must bathe before we do so. The stream here will do the trick.”

“Gods Jaskier, will you just tell me where we are going? The secrecy is bullshit.” The broot of a man was losing his patience with his friend.

The duo had been on the trip for nearly two weeks. They left Tramieria and headed east. Much further east than Geralt could ever remember traveling. Yet the bard seemed to know exactly what turns to take and when. The closer they drew to their destination the more the witcher could hear his heart beat faster.

“Jaskier if this is some stupid plot for me to protect you from some man who’s wife you slept with again-“

“It's not Geralt-�� Jaskier pinched the bridge of his nose, his stress causing a minor headache. “Just go bathe then I’ll tell you everything.” Geralt studied his friend, his eyes searching his face, his ears tuning into his heart beat trying his best to figure out what he was getting himself into.

With a low grunt the witcher grabbed his last set of clean clothes and the bar of soap from the bard's hand before stomping off to the river.

“Clean EVERYTHING!” Jaskier yelled over his shoulder. Only getting an unfriendly finger in return.

Nearly an hour later, the sun was completely hidden behind the canyon, the glow of the fire Jaskier started illuminating their small camp. Jaskier’s fingers strummed mindlessly at his lute, his eyes fixed on the stars that were making their presence known more, humming to himself softly. He heard his friends footsteps as he approached, his hair was wet at his shoulders. A fresh white Cotton tunic hugged his muscular build, black trousers hugging his legs. He smiled nice for once. All thanks to the lavender and honey soap Jaskier had received as a gift.

“Now don't you look better.” Jaskier said with a chuckle. The witcher sat down across the fire from him, his golden eyes staring heavily at the bard.

“Spill your guts Jaskier.” Jaskier rubbed his hands over his face and nodded. His eyes looking anywhere but at his friend.

“I haven't been completely forward about my family life.” Jaskier’s eyes landed on the moon above them. It was nearly full, he was doing well with time. He knew they would reach their destination well before the next full moon.

“Jaskier.” Geralt’s harsh voice broke the silence. With a loud sigh Jaskier finally looked his friend in the face.

“I’m royalty Geralt.” The Witcher’s expression did not change. He just looked at his friend. He could hear Jaskier's heart beat become uneven and unsteady. At first he thought it was a joke but the nervous energy radiating from his long time friend made him think better.

“My family, they are wonderful people. My mother, bless her, taught me everything I needed to know about writing and music. Convinced my father to let me train at Oxenfurt Academy. My father is a noble and loyal king. He served our people well. Still does to my knowledge. I haven't been back in nearly 20 years…” the bard trailed off, his eyes fixated on his hands, his fingers twildilling with a ring he had on. The ring was that of his family. Their crest engraved into the gold.

“I was never meant to be a noble. I lived for adventure, for more than just sitting on a throne and watching people come and go. I was never fit to be king. My parents knew that. They understood. Understanding people they are.” His voice trailed off again, hopping his friend would say something. Ask a question. Anything. He didn’t know where to go next.

“Why didn't you ever tell me?” Geralt finally asked.

“Because it never came up. My family never needed me. I never needed them. I love them all dearly of course. But we were never the closest people in the world. Well, my sister and I were.” That caught the Witcher’s attention. His eyes narrow slightly, he made sure to not let his expression scare the bard into not telling him more. He was genuinely curious about his family. But he couldn't lie and say he wasn't disappointed that in the 7 years they traveled together he never heard of them.

“You have a sister?” The bard's eyes lit up. His memory raced with images of his tun little sister chasing him around the courtyard screaming, yelling his name. Her giggles and laughs pulling at his heart strings.

“Yes. Her name is (Y/N). She is about to be 25. Big age for a princess. I havnt seen her since she was very little.” His heart started to break softly. His neglect to his baby sitter weighting heavily on him.

“I write her often, as much as I can. She was...well, a surprise to my parents to say the least. I was 15 when she was born. I left home at 20. I was only around for her toddler years. I never got to see her grow, blossom into a young woman. I missed so much.” Jaskier had to fight back the tears, his throat becoming tight and dry. His body filling with regret.

“I just kept pushing it back Geralt. I alwasy said I’d make it home. I alwasy had it in the back of my mind to go back and see her. But I never did.”

“Why now?” Geralt asked.

“She wrote me a few months back. It was nearly a book. It was filled with tales of her new travels around our country. She had been training heavily with an unmanned matester of combat. She traveled the countryside with the man. She referred to him as an uncle. In the letter she asked me if it was true that I’d been traveling with you. She said the songs and tales of Jaskier the Bard traveling with the White Wolf made it to her ears.” Jaskier stopped talking for a brief moment, rummaged around his rut sack and pulled out a notebook. He untied its string and a large pile of papers fell out into his hand. He unfolded the parchment and scanned the writing.

“I wrote her back that week. Only to receive this in return.” He began to read;

“Oh dear Jaskier!! I cannot believe its true. I thought he was only a legend. The white wolf. Please tell him he is a hero here. We love his stories. Many have written books of him. Children run round calling themselves the butcher of Blaviken here to save the damsel and distress. I love his stories, mainly because they involve you. Please come visit me this year. I miss you terribly. I want to hear of your travels with the wolf. Mother said he is more than welcome to stay if he wishes to travel with you. I do miss you Jaskier. More than I think you know. I do not mean to guilt you or make you feel bad as i know you are traveling the world to your heart's content and would never want you to feel as though I do not support you-“ Jaskier stopped reading for a brief moment. A small tear dripped onto the page he was reading. Geralt listened to every word he read. He couldn't help the small tug of his lips when he read about the children pretending to be him. It was a breath of fresh air for the witcher. He had constantly been told he was a monster. To hid your children from him. Yet here was an entire country that loved him, yet he had no idea. Jaskier cleared his throat and continued. “But i miss my brother. And maybe, just maybe. I could come with you. If you deem me fit. I have been working tirelessly with a friend of fathers. He trains me in not only swordsmanship, but Herbology, and monsters as well. I can name nearly every monster that has inhabited the Continent and how to slay it. He thinks I’m ready to leave the nest and I think mother and father are getting a bit tired of me as well. I cannot stand another somber, dull, dinner party with nobles who look at me like a piece of meat. So please. Visit me soon. Come and stay a few days. Catch up with your dear sister and maybe, if he isn't too busy and if it doesn’t inconvenience him, bring the Wolf with you. He’d be a welcomed hero. All my love dear brother. Xoxo Love always, (Y/N) Irene Pankratz

Jaskier folded the letter, placing it inside his notebook before safely storing it inside his sack again. He ran a hand over his face, his eyes slowly moving from his hands to his best friend. They sat in the silence for a while. Geralt’s brain replaying the words he had heard from his friend.

“You could have told me about her Jaskier. Why didn't you? You’ve been in contact with her all this time, planning to see her and your family again. Bringing me along for the ride, yet not a single word in 7 years. Do you not trust me with such a secret Jaskier?” Jaskier was taken aback by his friend's words.

He never knew his secrecy would have such an impact on his friend. When it came to Geralt he learned long ago, the little words, the better. The witcher can only handle so much before he loses interest and stops listening or walks away. He never in a million years would have thought he cared about his life that much. It warmed the bards heart to know his dear friend, the only brother he ever had, cared that deeply for him.

“It has nothing to do with not trusting you Geralt. Is has everything to do with the shame I hold for not seeing her sooner. For treating her like a dirty secret form the world. There is no logical reason for me to keep my family such a big secret. Yet I have. For 20 years.” Geralt’s hands rubbed together softly as he listened to his friend. He understood the secrecy. He was a box full of secrets that nobody could get into.

“Its okay Jaskier. I understand the secrecy. Is that where we are going tomorrow?” Jaskier nodded, a smile appearing on his face.

“Her birthday is the next full moon. I’m hoping my gift will be a good start in time lost.” Geralt looked at him curiously. He hadn't noticed any major item in Jaskier’s possession that could make a good gift for a young princess.

“You’re her gift Geralt. I wrote her back after that letter and told her I’d be back for her next birthday. But that you simply were to busy with your work. I told her that you greatly appreciated her support and that youd consider writing to her in the future. She has no idea your coming with me.” Geralt didnt know how he felt about being a gift. He never ever saw himself as a gift to anyone. More of a burden the a gift. He shook his head at Jaskier and tutted at him.

“Jaskier if your that broke you could’ve asked me for a few extra coins for a real gift.” The witcher attempted to joke with the bard. It made Jaskier smile more. Geralt could be funny, but his humor was incredibly dry, much like Jaskier’s father.

“Geralt! Did you just try and joke around with me??” Geralt rolled his eyes, laying down stretching his muscles as he looked up at the starts.

“Best get some sleep Jaskier, you’ve got a rather big family reunion tomorrow.”

The next morning Jaskier was up and awake before Geralt, a rare sight. He truly hadn't slept more than a couple hours that night. His nerves kept him awake. He feared his sister wouldn’t be as loving as he pictured, she had every right to be mad at him, hate him even. By the time Geralt was up, Jaskier had bathed, changed and had his horse completely ready to go.

Geralt had to do everything in his power to not laugh at his friend. He looked rather ridiculous. His normal bright attire was replaced with a royals outfit. A green and blue velvet tunic and some extremely uncomfortable looking black trousers. His hair was combed back and his face was freshly washed. He even cleaned under his fingernails. He looked rather ridiculous in Geralt’s opinion. He couldn't help the low chuckle that left his lips as he put his bed roll away.

“I don't understand why you're laughing. I have some clothes for you to put on as well.” Geralt’s expression changed instantly, from humorous to angry.

“No. Absolutely not. What I’m wearing is perfectly fine. I’d wear it to meet any king or queen.” A bag was chucked at him, he barely caught it before it smacked into his face.

“This isn't any normal king and queen Geralt. This is my family. And besides, you are no ordinary witcher in my kingdom, you’ll be treated as royalty there. You may as well look the part.” Geralt huffed and threw the bag of clothes back at his friends feet, glaring daggers at him. He hated dressing up with a burning passion. Everything was too tight, not easy to fight in. If anything happened he’d have to rip the seams on every piece of clothing to be able to maneuver his weapons properly. And fancy clothes dont have space for weapons. He didn't like that one bit. Jaskier looked at his friend. His eyes pleading with him.

“Please Geralt. Just for today and her birthday. I couldn't care less what you wear at any other point on this trip.” He had walked closer to Geralt now. About a meter away from him. He extended his hand, the bag in his hand. Geralt looked from the bag to his friend. His teeth and jaw clenched.

He let out a loud huff and grabbed the bag from the bard.

“Fine.” He said through gritted teeth and began taking off his clothing. Jaskier smiled before turning his attention to Roach, getting her stalled and tacked so when Geralt was dressed they could leave.

“If we move with a bit of a haste we could make it there before breakfast.” Jaskier said as he mounted his horse, looking at his friend. His hand slapped over his face. The witcher looked utterly ridiculous in his new attire. The bright red and orange vest a-top a cream tunic, his legs tight in some disgustingly ugly corduroy pants. The pants were obviously smaller than the seamstress he bought them off claimed them to be. The ends of the pants came nearly mid calf on Geralt’s legs. His pasty white ankles and feet shining in the early morning sun.

“Jesus Geralt. Those are worse than the ones I got for Pavetta’s party.” The bard could no longer hold in his laughter. Did Gerarlt look like a nobleman? Sure, but his size, white hair, and bright yellow eyes really didn't help the situation.

“Jaskier, I will kill you for this.” Geralt grumbled angered as he pulled his socks up his feet and over his calves. Luckily for him (and Jaskier) his boots went higher than his pants, making it harder to notice that the pants he was wearing were way too small.

“At least I’m not making you wear a big hat with a feather, those are truly hideous.” Geralt mounted Roach, more carefully then he normally does in fear his pants could bust at the seams.

“I had to wrap you up nice and pretty to present you to my sister.” Jaskier commented as he led his horse; Napoleon to the main road, Geralt and Roach in tow.

The two men rode in a comfortable silence for some time, but as they got closer and closer to Jaskier’s home, all Geralt could hear was his frantic heartbeat. Jaskier’s palms get sweaty and his throat dry, no matter how much water he drinks from his water skin.

“Jaskier. You need to calm down. Your fucking heart beat is driving me insane.” Geralt hissed. They could see the end of the valley they had been traveling in. Geralt looked out in the distance, his eyes saw the castle first. It was very far, but he could tell how beautiful it was from where they were.

“Maybe you just shouldn’t listen to it then.” Jaskier barked back.

“You know I have no control over it, idiot. Take a deep breath. I know you're scared, I understand. But from the sounds of it your sister desperately misses you, I don't think she would ask you to come see her if she was going to hate you.” Geralt didn't talk much at all, that everyone knew. He was a man of few words. But when he did speak it was wiser than most people ever expected. People tended to forget the age of the white haired man, as he stopped ageing physically in his late twenties.

Jaskier smiled softly at his friend's words, he listened to him and took a few deep breaths, calling himself down. Geralt was right. His sister seemed eager as ever to see him again.

The two men approached the entrance to the city. Geralt was more than shocked. He wasn't sure if he had ever seen a city so beautiful in his entire life. The streets were lined in beautiful stone, flowers, vines, greenery all around every corner. The banners that were hanging on the outside of the main gates caught Geralt’s eyes. The crests on them were brightly colored in greens and blues, a very large diamond in the center. Their horses rode into the entrance of the town. Jaskier’s heart was calm, steady, his face was bright and had a smile Geralt had never seen on him before. He was finally home.

“Welcome to Inritha (In-Rithe-A) the capital of Unthya (Un-The-A) Geralt. Welcome to my home.”

Their horses traveled down the stone brick road slowly, the city was buzzing already even with it being the early hours of the morning. Geralt was surprised to see everyone look so...happy, care free. Enjoying their lives. They looked as though nothing was a fret, no monster looming. Geralt was mesmerized by the city. The buildings were built out of what looked to him like limestone, a building material he so rarely saw in other parts of the Continent. The buildings were being taken over by vines and moss, flowers all over. He’d never seen so many butterflies in his life.

“Jaskier-'' his voice was barely a whisper, the bard turning to look at him as they rode side by side. Jaskier couldn't help but smile as his friend admired the beauty he himself had so easily forgotten over the years.

“I know, it's beautiful. I've forgotten myself.”

The two men continued riding their horses up the road closer and closer to the castle. The longer they road tho more attention they got from passer buys. Geralt could hear their whispers.

It couldn't be. Could it?

THE Geralt of Rivia? Here in Inritha?

Mummy look! It's the butcher!!

Has Prince Jaskier finally returned home?

For the first time in what seemed like his entire life, the hushed whispers Geralt heard as he rode through a city were not of hate and disgust. But of admiration and curiosity. The entire time Geralt and Jaskier rode through the city, he never once had the urge to grab either of his swords that were at his side.

The two men approached the gates of the castle, four armored guards stood outside. The put their hand up in motion for the men to stop. One who looked as tho to be the commander of sorts stepped forward poking between both men. Eyes lingering for a long while on the two.

“State your name and what business you have in Inritha at this early hour.” Jaskier dismounted his horse, waking a few feet forward.

“My name is Jaskier Alfred Pankratz son of Dastrill and Alvere Pankratz. This is my companion Geralt Of Rivia, we are here on behalf of my sister, (Y/N) Irene Pankratz’s 25th birthday.” Jaskier bowed his head lowly, keeping eye contact with the commander in front of him.

“Prince Jaskier?!?” The man clearly looked flustered and embarrassed for not recognizing the prince of his own kingdom. All four men quickly bowed their heads.

“Please accept my apology your highness, we welcome you home. As do we welcome your honored guest.” Jaskier smiled and told the men to not trouble themselves with an apology. Geralt continued to watch from atop Roach, still not use to being idolized instead of feared. Honored guest. Geralt thought to himself. He could get use to the new treatment. Jaskier remounted Napoleon the gates to the castle walls opening. The both road threw, all four men bowed their heads as the two walked threw. Not once did they threaten Geralt’s life. They were led by a guard to the stables where they left their horses.

Geralt could hear Jaskier heart beating again in his chest as they were led inside the castle. Geralt tried to concentrate on his friend, to be there for him but he couldn't help but let his eyes wander all over the castle's walls, it was a bright exterior. The walls polished, candles everywhere. Large windows allowing for natural lighting. Nothing dark or gloomy about the castle at all. He felt uplifted..cheary almost. As they neared the entrance to the grand hall where the King, Queen, Princess along with some others were. Geralt could hear the light conversation, and the clicking of silver on plates, they were eating breakfast. But he could still hear Jaskier’s heart beating in his chest. Geralt placed a comforting hand on his friend's shoulder as they walked, giving it a soft squeeze. The action made Jaskier more worried if the witcher was feeling alright, as it was abnormally out of character for the man. But he said nothing, appreciating the gesture.

They got to the door and just as the guard was about to push the doors open Jaskier grabbed his arm.

“Could we maybe skip the loud over dramatic announcements of my arrival? I have not seen my family in years.” The guard only nodded, bowed his head and walked back outside to his post. Jaskier looked over at his friend, as he put his hand on the door ready to push it open.

“Now or never.” Jaskier said as he opened the door. Both men walked into the large room, the talking stopped almost instantly. Geralt stood at the door, not wanting to impose on the important reunion of his friend and his family. He followed Jaskiers gaze to the table ahead of them in the front of the room. The room was lined with huge floor to ceiling windows, the light of the early morning sun shone brightly making the marble floors glisten.

“JASKIER!!!” The loud scream of a girl nearly made Geralt jump out of his skin, his hand reaching back for a sword that wasn't there in instinct.

It made Jaskier jump but the smile that covered his face was even bigger than the one he had seen as he walked through the city. Geralt followed Jaskier’s gaze to a young woman. The sight of her alone made Geralt want to pass out. He wasn't sure if he had ever seen someone so beautiful in his entire life. Her hair was the same chestnut brown that Jaskier had, but it was long, hip length. She had it pulled back slightly out of her face, a few baby hairs framed her face. Oh her face. Geralt thought as though he was looking at a living breathing angel. He heard her chair scrape roughly on the ground before it loudly crashed on the floor. She raced around the long table from her mothers side and sprinted to her brother. She practically threw herself on him. Her arms wrapped tightly around his neck. He quickly wrapped his arms around her, stumbling back a few steps. Everything was quite as the two embraced. Geralt's eyes went to the king and queen who were now standing. The queen looked just like (Y/N) but her hair was black, long stripes of grey peeking through her hair. The crown atop her head glistened in the light. Her right hand was tightly around her husband's arm, her other hand placed softly over her mouth as she looked at her children. Her husband looked much like Jaskier. His hair was the same color as both of their children, but much like his wife’s, much of it had turned grey. His eyes were the same cornflower blue that Jaskier had.

Minutes passed in silence before Jaskier put his hands on his sisters shoulders, pulling her away from him. He put one hand on her cheek as he examined her features. Her pale cheeks were damp with tears. But not sad tears. Tears of joy.

“My sister, how you’ve grown.” Geralt could hear the tears in the bard's voice. He couldn't see him but he could hear everything.

(Y/N) fingers gently brushed over her brother’s face as she smiled at him.

“My brother, how you haven't aged a day. You look just as I remember you. Maybe a few more wrinkles.” She teased. He laughed softly. Wiping his eyes with his hand before pulling her into another bone crushing embrace. She was much shorter than Jaskier, barely shoulder level with him. Geralt was shocked to remember she would be turning 25 in two days. She was still young in the face, beautiful. He wanted nothing more than to see her more up close.

While the siblings spoke their parents moved from the spots at the table, standing behind (Y/N). Alvere was the first to pull him into a tight embrace after her daughter let go. Her fingers gently combed through his hair as she inhaled his scent deeply.

“My dear son how I've missed you.” She whispers slowly into his ear. Geralt was starting to feel bad for eavesdropping. Not that he could help it. He was still standing at the entrance to the grand hall yet he could hear everything.

Jaskiers father hugged him next, it was not nearly as long as the outer two but both men were okay with it. Understanding that their relationship had never been one for long father son hugs.

“It is good to see you again my boy.” His hand clasped down on his son's shoulder.

The four of them stood close together, smiling more than Geralt ever thought possible. It almost made his heart turn. Deep, deep, deep, down the witcher longed for a family that would look at him the way they looked at Jaskier. He often cured the universe for not giving him an option when it came to what he had become. He clung to the few memories he had of his mother. But as years passed they became harder and harder to remember, more painful. But he had. Made a new sort of family over the years. From Jaskier, to his brothers at Kaer Morhen.

“(Y/N), mum, dad, there is someone I’d like you to meet.” Jaskier turned his head towards the door to the hall. Geralt stood tall, shoulders pressed back, his hair framed his face gracefully. Even in the entirely ugly attire he was in, he made himself as presentable and as proper as possible. (Y/N)’s eyes grew bigger when her eyes met his. He once again was taken aback by her beauty. Her eyes were a powerful emerald green matching similarly to the color of her brother's tunic, but brighter. Her mouth fell slightly agape when she realized who it was. The eyes were a dead give away that he was in fact a witcher, but once she saw the silver medallion that rested on his chest, she knew.

Jaskier nodded his head for Geralt to walk forward and he did, his footsteps were light, his pace slow and steady as he walked closer to the royal family. (Y/N)’s hand gently covered her mouth in excitement. Her eyes flickering to her brother who grinned at her.

“A bit of an early birthday gift.” He winked. Once Geralt was closer to the group Jaskier turned so he could introduce them, at his sister's side. All eyes were on him. Even the few people who were still seated at the table were looking at him. He started to feel a bit more uneasy. He started to remember how far away his swords were if he needed them. This alone was beginning to make him panic. He was not used to being welcomed into royal courts unless it was specifically for a hunt.

“This is Geralt of Rivia, one of the most feared, renowned, and skilled Witcher’s the content has to offer. And also my best friend.”

Geralt's eyes were back on (Y/N)’s, his worries dropped more when she smiled brightly at him. Her eyes gleamed.

Geralt bowed his head to the three of them, “ it is an absolute pleasure to meet you, your highnesses.” (Y/N) was nearly blown over by the sultry sound of his voice. She had only heard stories of the witcher. Never see him for herself and definitely had never heard him speak. She never expected a monster hunter to be as handsome as he was. She admired every feature he had. Her eyes fixating on his chiseled jawline, the light gray stubble across his chin and cheeks.

“My, what a pleasure it is to meet such a famed warrior as yourself Geralt!” The king spoke before (Y/N) could, which she was happy about as she did not trust her voice to not waver at his beauty in that moment.

“You my dear are very popular around here. Your stories are legendary. The school children even host yearly plays, Reenacting your most beloved stories.” (Y/N)’s mother added her finger pointing light hardly at Geralt. Her hand came out gracefully from her side to shake the Witcher’s hand. He gently took it, a small smile pulling at the corners of his lips. His attention returned to (Y/N).

“I’m terribly sorry I’m the birthday gift from your brother this year.” She shook her head almost as soon as the words left his mouth.

“Do not be sorry Geralt-'' the way she said his name made him feel as though he could keel over. “I would like to thank you, for protecting my brother for the years you have. He never skips on his gratitude for you in his letter to me. For that we are all eternally grateful for you.” She reached her hand out. Geralt wasted no time in grabbing her hand, shaking it gently. He was dying inside, but he couldn't let her or anyone else see. He took a gentle step towards her, his head lowering softly, his soft lips were placed on the back of her small hand. The small action made the young girls' faces burn red. Her eyes flicked to her brother who smugly smiled, knowing danm well his gift was going to take the cake.

“Well, you both should come join us, we just started eating.” The king said with a smile, with a quick wave of his hand two more places we set.

(Y/N) gently removed her hand from Geralt’s. Walking towards the table, both men in tow. As she reached her spot she moved her plate and glass to the middle seat that had been prepared, leaving Jaskier a seat next to their mother and Geralt a seat next to her. They all sat and waited as food was served to them. (Y/N) could feel Geralt watching her as she ate, her brother deep in conversation with her parents about his most recent travels. But she wasnt listening. Her attention was only on the man seated to her left. She looked over at the man, eyed him up and down then turned to her brother. For the first time she noticed how ugly their attire was.

“Gods Jaskier who dressed you two?” She asked as she sipped her orange juice. Both men looked at her. Jaskier looked a bit hurt and Geralt only snorted.

“I told him the clothes were horrendous.” Geralt said beside the young woman making her giggle. The sound made his heart beat faster. This was also when he realized how sensibly everyone else in the room was dressed, and how much they stood out. (Y/N) was in a thin white cotton dress, it was around knee length and a light sweater was on her shoulders. Her mother and father dressed similarly. Their clothes looking normal, comfortable.

“Oh my dear brother. What have you done to the poor witcher.” She laughed, turning her attention to him. She could see how uncomfortable the clothes made him. The vest was way too tight and he was practically bursting out of his pants, not that she minded, she gladly enjoyed the view.

“He is torturing me. That's what.” Geralt scoffed and she couldn't help but giggle again.

“You're so dramatic Geralt it's truly not that bad.” Her head flicked to her brother.

“Jaskier don't be rude.” She tutted him like a mother, it made Geralt snort under his breath as he took a bite of his eggs. She stood and walked behind him. He was stiff at her movements.

“Do you mind?” Her fingers were on the strings of the vest. He shook his head no and she quickly untied the tight strings, and it fell from his shoulders. She took it off and handed it to one of the maids

“You can burn that horridly ugly thing.” She said as she sat back down.

“I do not remember you being so rude, little sister.” Jaskier quipped.

“What I think is rude is how you made sure you got the more presentable clothing and dressed your poor friend in those horrendous colors. Have you seen his pants, Jaskier?? It's a miracle he can still breath.” Her eyes looked towards the witcher who was already looking at her with a cocky smirk on his face, glad she was putting Jaskier in his place for the ugly outfit choice.

“I can take you to the seamstress later today, if you’d like Geralt.” Her smile was like a drug.

“I’d appreciate that m'lady.” He said softly.

“And I can show you around the city, both of you. But in return I would like to hear some of your stories, first hand if that’s doable.”

“That sounds like a reasonable trade.” Geralt quipped back.

“Then it's a date, Witcher.”

“A date it is.”

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Upside Down - Ch. 18

Summary: Rex attempts to make things right with Nerium, while the 501st deal with the aftermath of Ryloth.

A/N: Hello Lovelies,

Okay, I know some of you were upset about what happened with Rex and Nerium, don’t worry he’s going to make it right. After all, how would you handle a Sith attack? What would you do to protect the person you love? Don’t worry his brother will have a word with him too.

REMINDER: NEXT WEEK WILL BE THE FIRST POSTING FOR THE GYM MEMBERSHIP - ALTERNATING WEEKS FOR UPSIDE DOWN AND THE GYM MEMBERSHIP.

Italics - Flashback

Warnings: Kissing, betrayal, mentions of drinking and drugs, angst, feelings of disgust, nausea, slap, vomiting, grief, injuries, mentions of medical procedures, mental trauma from previous Sith attack, anger, flirting, mentions of dead troopers, putting troopers in harms way (accidentally), disobeying orders, feelings of guilt for lives lost, recounting of Sith attack, I think that’s it, if I miss any warning, please let me know.

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NIGHTMARE

“Let me get this straight, you want me to kiss you, so your girl will break up with you?”

“Yes”

“Why not just break up with her. Then you and I can get out of here, I mean, I have no issues kissing you” the Pantoran’s smile widened and somehow their aroma overwhelmed Rex, they smelled more like whiskey and death sticks, more than anything else. Slurring out their sentence as best they could, he didn’t want to do this, but the voice wouldn’t let him rest. The only thing he knew he needed to do was keep Neri safe, and pushing her away, breaking her heart was the best way to do that, only then could he truly keep her out of harm’s way. He had to keep remembering he was doing this to protect her. The voice kept telling him, if she chose to love him, she would die because of him. He couldn’t let that happen, even if it meant he couldn’t be with her, even if it broke his heart and hers; he needed to make sure that he closed those emotions permanently.

“Listen, I’m not here to discuss this, you gonna kiss me or not?” The Pantoran didn’t wait any longer closing the distance between them, her lips on his made him want to gag. Maker, he wanted to be kissing Neri, he wanted her hands caressing his face now, not this woman’s hands, not this woman’s lips. Her smell, her taste, everything about her made him want to push her away. He fought to keep the tears back and to keep the bile pushed down.

“Rex?” He loved her voice, it soothed him, despite the fact it sounded hesitant and on the verge of breaking, it still felt like a breath of fresh air wafting over to him. Even more so being so close to the Pantoran.

He pulled back, he wanted to smile, he wanted to pull her into his arms, to give her the biggest kiss possible. However, when he saw her face, to see those hurt eyes staring back at him, his own heart began breaking all over again at that moment, he swallowed to keep his own tears from appearing, but he needed to sell it. He needed to make it hurt so bad, she wouldn’t question it, his hand trailed down the Pantoran’s arm, eventually resting his hand on her hip, he pulled her in closer. “Neri, you’re earlier than I expected.”

“Why, Rex?”

He shrugged his shoulders, “Did you really think I would just settle down with just one person for the rest of my life?”

“I …” the tears started slipping down her cheek, she shook her head, she didn’t believe him.

“Come on, Neri. You know what Jili said is true. We’re good for two things. What, did you really think I love you? You and I both know it was only a matter of time before we both moved on.” Her face shattered, he could practically hear her heart smashing to pieces, he could feel his own smashing along with her’s. He hated that voice. He hated all of this. He hated the woman who hadn’t stopped kissing his neck since he started the conversation with Neri. Maker, he hated himself more than ever.

He squeezed the Pantoran’s hips as Neri stepped closer, causing her to stop her attention to his neck and moved slightly away, “I don’t believe you Rex. This, what you said, all of it, I don’t believe it. Talk to me, Rex, is this because of what happened on Naboo? Is this because of what happened on the ship?”

He couldn’t have her guessing what was happening, what was going on in his own head. He needed her to walk away from the idea of them, to walk away from him.“You think this is about some stupid virus? If you choose not to believe what I’m telling you, then that’s on you. Not all of us want to wait to be intimate with someone, like you do. Some of us actually have needs, we can’t all be droids with no desires.”

Rex could see her heart break even more, she didn’t even bother holding back the tears, before he even realized it, she slapped him hard, he had no doubt there was going to be a mark left on his cheek, it’s the least he deserved, the stinging caused his eyes to prick with tears. He didn’t want to do this, she was his everything, forcing her to walk away and the way he had to force her to walk away, he deserved everything she unleashed on him and then some. He wanted to stop this, he wanted to pull her into his arms, to kiss her with every emotion in his body, he didn’t mind waiting, he didn’t mind holding off on their intimacy. It made it that much more special when they finally decided to take that step. He was about to open his mouth, about to tell her the truth, when the voice rang clear again in his head, he would be responsible for her death. He couldn’t protect her, if they were together. The only way to protect her was to let her go.

She didn’t say anything else and promptly ran out of 79’s, Rex looked down at his drink, downing it one shot.

“You wanna go back to my place?” The Pantoran finally spoke up, leaning into his space.

“No” Rex stood up and walked out of 79’s not even bothering to glance back or pay attention to any of the eyes watching him. His feet carried him over to the alley beside 79’s, swiftly emptying his stomach, every emotion, every guilt came pouring out of him landing on the floor of that alleyway. Breaking her heart, seeing the hurt in her eyes, having that woman’s taste in his mouth, he could still feel her lips on his neck, he leaned against the wall spilling his guts all over again. ‘I did what you said, I pushed her away. Now leave me alone!’ He shouted to the voice in his head, he could only hope it would leave him alone that his actions would keep Neri safe.

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“Get a squad together, I need a headcount. We need to know how many we lost today.” The General’s voice pulled Rex out of his musings, as he headed off to help where he could; Neri had left the Resolute, getting on a gun ship and headed to the Defender as soon as she heard the damage they suffered was catastrophic, their lead medic was killed in the attack and they needed all the help they could get. He offered to go with Neri as support, but one look from her told him that wasn’t going to happen, he stood and watched as her ship took off heading to the Defender. Since the day he gave into the voice and finally pushed her away, he’s felt nothing but a sickening feeling in his heart, a worsening nauseating sensation that only grew with each passing day. He wanted to explain everything, to tell her the truth. He kept telling everyone he didn’t remember the Sith attack, but he did, he remembered every second, every minute of it, and every time he closed his eyes, he was reliving that horrible dream.

Rex watched as Vi walked over to him, she looked a little worse for wear, there was soot covering her face, a slight scratch on her cheek, she had been one of the lucky ones most of the crew in the hangar bay didn’t survive, “Thankfully, we didn’t lose too many ships, Captain” she began as she closed the distance between them, “we won’t have enough to mount another offence but the ones we do have aren’t too badly damaged, I can try and mend a few, using parts from the others, they won’t look great, but they’ll work in a pinch. Unfortunately, most of the fighter jets are out of commission, I’ll get a couple of guys start working on them.”

“Thank you, Vi, I’ll let the General know.”

“Rex, I gotta ask, I’ve been patient, we’ve all been patient, Nerium most of all, waiting for you to get your head out of your sheb, and tell us what’s going on, why you’re acting like this?” Vi had learned the truth of what happened, when she walked in on Nerium crying. Pepper had comm-ed her after Echo left tell her something was off with Nerium and if she could check in on her.

“Vi, we’re not talking about this”

“Rex, you’re in love with her. You’re head over heels in love with her, I know it, she knows it, you know it, hell everyone on board knows it, someone blind, deaf and never understood feelings or emotions knows it. The way you wait for her to take off and come back, the way you practically hold your breath when anyone mentions her, like you’re doing right now. The way there’s the dense cloud of sadness that has been following you since you boarded after our last deployment, you love her, and it’s making you absolutely miserable to not be with her. What you did … it doesn’t make sense. I know we don’t know each other that well, but there’s a reason for doing what you did, you’re not just some scuzzy dog…”

“Violet!” Rex’s tone was clipped, filled with anger, this is not what he needed to deal with right now. His Captain's voice barked through unmistakably. His jaw was clenched, and his anger was bristling, “We’re not talking about this! Understood!”

“Sorry, Captain” Vi didn’t continue the conversation, she saluted him before heading back to one of the fighters, fixing the power capacitor that had been knocked loose. She wanted to understand, to give him the benefit of the doubt. She always thought he was an honourable man, maybe she had been wrong, maybe it really wasn’t meant to be. She hoped that wasn’t the case, but maybe it was.

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I moved around the injured on the Defender, helping as many as I could, I kept my focus on the here and now and not on Rex. As much as I wanted to run into his arms when I saw him walk into med, and rip off his stupid bucket and kiss his lips, I knew I couldn’t, not until he was ready to talk to me.

After that night at 79’s, he didn’t come to find me, he didn’t explain anything, he just shut himself off to me. It was also the night we were sent back out on deployment, I waited for him to come back on to the Resolute. As soon as I saw him, I stormed up to him asking a million questions and he refused to answer them, or even acknowledge me, he simply walked away. Every time I tried to talk to him, it was the same reaction. Finally, I cornered him in his office and told him, I wouldn’t walk away from him, if he wanted me to leave, he had to be the one to tell me. He just sat at his desk staring at me, emotionless. I waited for him to say something, for him to give me an explanation, after what felt like an hour he finally opened his mouth, only to tell me he had a meeting with the General and had to leave. After that I refused to speak to him unless it was out of necessity, unless it had something to do with a mission or with one of the men. He didn’t seek me out and I gave him his space.

When I opened up to Kix about what happened, he was ready to kick Rex’s sheb, I couldn’t blame him, after everything we went through to be together, after nearly losing each other on Naboo, after the Sith attack, he just pushed me away. It took everything I had, to hold Kix back, he wanted to storm off and find him, put an ass-kicking into him that would rival the destruction of the first attack on Geonosis, but I told him there was no point.

There was something off with him, the way he acted and spoke at 79’s that wasn’t my Rex. Kix didn’t like it, but he agreed to let me handle it, for now.

The guys had been great, during the whole thing, they were there for me time and time again, supporting and comforting me, yet whenever they asked what happened, I had no answer to give, and eventually started crying, it soon became the unspoken rule not to ask.

When the Admiral was rushed in after the attack, I overheard someone say, the bridge had taken the brunt of the assault, my heart dropped thinking Rex had been injured or worse. Regardless of everything we’d been through this past few weeks, when I saw him standing in med after I walked out of the ICR - - unharmed - - I was so relieved, my lungs felt they could breathe again. As soon as the sensation of relief washed over me, I realized I needed to get away from him, I needed to be anywhere but around him. As much as I didn’t want to I needed to transfer, if it meant I could breathe I would need to leave the 501st.

“How bad is it?” The trooper before me, was asking as his hand clenched and unclenched at his side.

“Well, you won’t be able to go dancing anytime soon” I teased, “but thankfully it’s a minor injury, you tore a ligament, so we’ll need to put you in a bacta tank, but for that I’ll need to take you back to the Resolute.”

“When will I be able to dance then?”

“Probably in a few weeks”

“Plenty of time to ask you to join me then” he smirked, I shook my head at him.

“As flattered as I am, I don’t think so”

“You sure, I’m pretty light on my feet”

I chuckled at that, “Then how did you manage to trip on practically nothing?”

“I said light on my feet, not that I wasn’t an idiot”

“Well at least you know where your faults lie” I smirked as I finished wrapping his ankle before heading off to the next injured trooper.

“Wait” he called out, I turned back to look at him, “I didn’t get your name”

“Nerium, nice to meet you …”

“Flo”

“Nice to meet you Flo, take care of that ankle. Once we’re ready to take you over, we’ll come to get you.”

“Pleasures all mine, Nerium. Once it’s good to go, I’m gonna take you dancing, till our feet fall off.”

I laughed, shaking my head, heading to the next injured trooper when I heard someone shout across the room, “Captain” I turned to look at the man who walked in, Rex stood there eyeing each of the men. He walked around med checking on them, asking how they were feeling, most stated they were ready to show those tinnies a thing or two, even the ones that had makeshift casts on. I did my best to focus on those injured, when eventually, I saw his boots standing beside me.

“I need a report on the amount of injured and dead men” His voice contained the commanding tone, this was all about duty for him, nothing more.

“You could have just comm-ed me the request, didn’t have to come all the way here,” I stated without looking at him, focusing on entering information on the datapad on the trooper in front of me. Thankfully, he was still asleep after I gave him a sleeping agent, to help ease his lungs. There was slight bruising, poor man had been trapped under a beam until help arrived.

Rex realized he needed to stop pretending, he needed to be honest with her, “Neri” his tone was pleading, longing, it was the first time in a long time he called her his pet name.

I whipped my eyes up at him, my brows furrowed with anger, I couldn’t believe he would try and call me that, when he’d been acting like an ass for far too long. “Don’t!” My voice was a bit too loud, as a few troopers turned to look at us, I stood, walking away from the men, heading outside of med to give us a bit of privacy, every bunk, every square foot of that room was used to house an injured man. Rex followed without saying much of anything. I walked for a minute or two until I found an area that offered us a semblance of privacy, “You don’t get to ‘Neri’ me in that tone, especially when you’re the one who won’t talk to me and tell me what the hell is going on.”

Rex let out a deep sigh, “You’re right Nerium, I’m sorry.”

I was shocked by that. I hadn’t expected an apology after the silent treatment I had been receiving over the past few months, but that was all it took as the anger I’d been trying to keep contained started to escape from it’s hold, “Why? Why did you even bother kissing me? Why did you even bother telling me anything if you were just going …”

“I did it to protect you”

She let out a halted laugh at that, “Right, because going around kissing random people is how you protect someone or show them you love them. Listen, do me a favour! Don’t. Do. Me. Any. Favours.” With each word she stabbed his chest with her forefinger, she turned to walk away, Rex couldn’t let her go, he reached his hand out and grabbed her arm.

“You’re right, that’s not how you protect someone, but it was the only thing I could think of to keep you safe” His tone pleaded for her to listen, he was practically begging for her to understand that he was telling the truth.

Her arm that she’d been trying to pull out of Rex’s hold stilled at his statement, she peered into his visor, “You’re being serious?” Rex nodded. “There was more to that Sith dream then what you claim to remember, wasn’t there?”

“Nerium”

“No, Rex, you’ve been lying and keeping things from me since the attack, telling me you don’t remember, you can’t recall anything. Tell me the truth!”

“Rex, you have to tell Nerium the truth, she’ll never forgive you if you don’t”

“I can’t tell her what really happened”

“You have to, if her life is in danger, she has as much of a right to know, as you do trying to protect her.”

“Kix, I can’t …”

“You will, or I will.”

“You’re right, there was more to the dream. I told you I didn’t remember, because I wanted it to be the truth. I didn't want to remember.”

“Did you lie just to me or to the Generals also?”

“To everyone”

“Rex…”

“We need to talk, obviously we can’t right now, but I need you to know, especially because of the situation we are in, and I can’t … I can’t have something happen to you, without you understanding, that I was trying to protect you”

I didn’t know what to do, I wanted to smack him, I wanted to punch him, hug him, kiss him, tell him it was going to be okay, but I couldn’t, at that moment all I could see were his lips against hers. “Fine, once all the wounded are tended to and Ryloth is safe, you and I are going to sit down and have a very long discussion.”

“Nerium, I’m sorry for everything” he took a step closer, I took a step back. I felt Rex’s grip finally loosen, I pulled my arm out of his hold, wrapping them around my own torso.

“Nothing we can do about it now, and nothing we can do about the past” I turned away from Rex, going back to med, focusing on the next injured trooper. I could feel his eyes digging into my back as I walked away, I wanted to look back, but it was better if I didn’t.

- - - - - - - - - - - -

“Then before we knew it all four ships were destroyed, Vi had been able to get a few more ships operational, we took what we had and headed down to Ryloth taking out the bombers before they had a chance to attack the city”

“I’m proud of you ‘Soka” I wrapped my arms around her, as she sat there with me in my office, “Tell me though, truthfully, how are you doing?”

Her eyes began to well up with water, “I’m … I feel responsible. I let my men down. I’m responsible for the death of Axe and Tucker, not to mention the reason the Admiral got injured.”

“Do you really believe that?”

“Yes, I didn’t follow orders. Admiral and Anakin kept telling me I needed to pull back, if I had … I shouldn’t have ignored them. I just thought … we could pull it off.”

“I know”

“You do?”

I nodded, “Might not be in the same way as what you went through, but …” I shifted moving the chair closer to her, “This was almost a year ago it was during my first field practicals, I was part of a medical team that had been deployed to one of the more heavily hit areas on Christophsis. My trainer was with me, and ordered me not to leave the designated medic area, troopers would be bringing me injured men for me to heal. My trainer forbade me to go to the front lines, reminding me I hadn’t been trained on how to be a combat medic.”

“What happened?”

“We were looking after the injured men when I overheard on the comms a call for help. I could only get bits and pieces, what was clear there had been an ambush, a squad of men were injured and trapped, they called again and again for a medic, they needed help. My trainer was far away, the other medics were busy tending to the remaining injured, I was free, so I took it upon myself to go, and help them.”

“Against your trainer’s orders?”

I nodded, “I just wanted to help, but I had no weapons training or even proper field training, I couldn’t even tell you the proper end of a blaster, granted there wasn’t much that I knew how to do without supervision. But, I just couldn’t sit there waiting for these men to come to me when they were in pain, so I grabbed my pack and I went.”

“Your trainer found out?”

“Yup, my trainer, the Commander, the General, practically everyone in the area found out what I did."

"Did you find them?"

"It took me an hour, but I eventually found the men. I thought I was being so clever sneaking in undetected. I was busy tending to their wounds, I hadn’t realized the ambush itself was a trap, before I knew it we were surrounded by droids. The men did their best to defend us, holding them off till help arrived. Turned out the droids had followed me from where I entered the battle zone to the squad. I had no idea they'd been sent in to retrieve confidential and highly sensitive information that needed to be handed to the Commander. They had been able to avoid detection the whole time that was until …”

“Until you went to help them”

I nodded, “Thankfully, my trainer, the Commander and a squad of men found us in time.

When we made it back to base, my trainer and the Commander raked me over the coals, they told me if I ever pulled another stunt like that I would be out of the medic training program, and shipped back to Coruscant. At first, I was angry, beyond angry, I thought I was doing the right thing. After all, my job was to look after the injured and dying and that’s what I did. I stormed off when my trainer told me to wait for him at the landing site. I was sitting on one of the gun ships by the med tent, angry tears were streaming down my cheeks, when the Commander found me. I was surprised to see him, I thought he was going to ream me out again. He has this reputation and believe me it is well earned, as the gruffest and meanest man in the entire GAR, and when he yelled at me, I never questioned that reputation. But when he found me sitting there, he came and sat beside me, and asked if I understood why I was disciplined so vehemently. It shocked me, his tone, demeanour, everything was so different, I simply shook my head, his kindness really hit me, causing my throat to tighten, I did the best I could to fight the tears back. He explained the importance of the information those men contained, how he and his squad were taking their time to find a safe way to retrieve them. Turns out the information provided was valuable to the skirmish on Christophsis, I realized at that moment how different things could have gone, not just for me, but for the troopers, the citizens of Christophsis, everyone. He told me the only reason he was informing me was because he respected the fact I risked my life for his men, and that with proper training and when I actually learned to follow orders, I would be a good medic. Of course, I realized how foolish I had been jumping the gun, thinking I could be a one woman army.”

“Who was the Commander?”

“Commander Wolffe. Everyone always thinks he’s this mean, gruff, short-tempered man, and he is, but he’s also a man who took the time to explain why my actions were reckless, why I had put more than just my own life in danger. If it hadn’t been for him, I may never have taken seriously the importance of following orders. When my trainer and I were leaving Christophsis, he pulled me aside before I boarded the ship to impart one final bit of wisdom, as he called it” I couldn’t help the smirk on my lips, remembering Wolffe’s furrowed brows and smirk on his lips, “he told me, ‘when we’re in the heat of battle, sometimes we forget we’re not alone in this war. We have to learn to rely not just on our wits and strength, but to rely on the strength and leadership of those who lead us in battle too.’ He looked at me with all seriousness and strictness he could muster, which scared me to my very core. He told me if I ever pulled a stunt like that on him again or if he ever heard I pulled a stunt like that again while he was in Command, he’d shoot me himself.” I couldn’t help chuckle remembering the grin on Wolffe’s face when he said that, and that pat on my shoulder he left before walking away.

“That’s why you admire him”

I nodded, “That’s also why I do my best to follow my orders as best I can, we may not always understand why an order is given, and as long as it doesn’t put needless lives in danger, I’ll do my best to follow them. We have to remember the bigger picture.”

“What if you don’t agree with an order?”

“Thankfully, I haven’t been given one yet that I don’t agree with. However, if my men’s lives are in danger, and by following those orders I’m putting them in greater peril … well then I hope Commander Wolffe isn’t around.”

“Nerium?” I heard Rex’s voice echo through med, most of the men who were less critical had been sent to the defender, med for the moment was quiet and empty, as we awaited the more serious cases.

“In here” I shouted back

Ahsoka leaned in hugging me tightly “Thanks, I appreciate it”

“Of course, anytime. If you ever need to talk, I’m here, okay” she nodded her head against my shoulder.

“Nerium, Commander” Rex nodded to us, as he entered my office, “I can come back” he motioned to the door.

“No, it’s alright Rex” Ahsoka stated as she stood from her seat, “I need to check in with Anakin, anyways. Thank you, Nerium” she pulled me into one more hug, before heading out the door.

“Is she okay?” Rex asked, as he took his helmet off clipping it to his belt.

“I think she will be, she’s still upset about losing Axe and Tucker, but she’ll be okay. Are you here to talk?”

“If you’ll listen”

I clenched my fists by my side, this man was walking on thin ice, “If I’ll listen? I’m sorry, did you really say that? Really Rex? I’m not the one who has been avoiding me, every time I’ve tried to talk to you.”

“I know” Rex held up his hand, he didn’t want to argue, “I’m sorry, it was a poor choice of words.”

I let out a breath and rubbed my face, “No, it’s my fault, I’ve been working almost 39 hours straight, I’m running on poorly made kaf and adrenaline.”

“Bab… I mean maybe we should sit” Rex offered, I motioned to the chair in front of me, as I stood and leaned against my desk. “You sure you want to have this discussion now, if you’re tired…”

“Rex.” My tone left no room for questions, “just sit.”

Rex let out a deep breath, and nodded, “Where do you want to begin?”

“Start with what happened when we got back from Naboo, the Sith dream”

Rex nodded, he started telling Nerium the attack in detail, beginning with Kix telling him she didn’t survive, how eventually he tried his best to keep him from her. He told her every moment, but he couldn’t bring himself to talk about seeing her dead body in the coffin, calling to her, seeing her helmet along with his brothers marking her fall right beside them. Shooting her in the chest, having her crumple before him, holding her in his arms as her life faded before his eyes. Despite everything, he just couldn’t bring himself to tell her that.

My heart dropped listening to everything Rex experienced, no wonder he’d been pushing me away, “Rex, why didn’t you tell me?” I wanted to hold him in my arms, wanted to kiss him telling him I understood but I … I just couldn’t make that step. I needed to learn a lot more, it still felt like he was holding something back.

“I didn’t want to put the burden on you, love, I wanted to keep you safe”

“You keep saying you want me safe, but you’re not telling me from what?” I moved to the chair beside Rex.

Rex took in a shuddering breath, “Neri …”

I held up my hand “Not yet,” I wanted to hear him call me his pet name, but I just … I couldn’t. Not yet.

Rex nodded, “Are you sure you want to …”

“Rex, either you tell me everything or we just end this right now” I was done with him holding back, I tried asking, tried giving him his space, tried confronting, it all left me nowhere, so at this point I was done with him holding back. Either he was in or he wasn’t.

Rex nodded, “You’re right. You deserve to know. In the attack, Kix told me if I … I cared for you, I would be the reason you don’t survive. He kept me in my bunk room, keeping me from trying to save you. But it wasn’t just him, the dark Anakin he showed me … he showed me your coffin” he took in a shuddering breath remembering the image of her lying there.

“What?”

“Neri - um, I failed you”

“You got that from seeing me in a coffin?”

“It was like he was showing me the future”

“That wasn’t the only time you saw my death, was it?”

Rex looked into my eyes, there were tears welling up, “No. Dark Anakin showed me …” Rex swallowed the bubble of nervousness that was rising, “he showed me a downed venator ship”

“The same one that had the Ahsoka helmets lined up in front of it?”

“Yeah, there was one helmet that was unique, I’d recognize it anywhere…” his hands twitched, he wanted to hold her hand, but he didn’t deserve that right, “it was your helmet. Dark Anakin told me that my destruction knows no bounds. He asked if ‘there was anyone who will not meet their death because of me?’”

“Rex, don’t listen to him, it’s because of you, that people survive” I reached forward to hold his hand, but thought better of it, “I’m here because of you, Rex. I mean, you saved me more times than I can count. Not just because of your incredible aim, but because it’s who you are.” I bit my bottom lip, “You saved me from those stupid Mastif Phalones, held me when I had a breakdown, you even helped me with my aim, you were there for me when I was super close to kill that … okay, maybe I shouldn’t tarnish the memory of the miserable, pain in my ass, racist, war-mongering, late Chairman of Pantora.”

“I … Nerium …”

“Sweetheart” I shocked myself and Rex at hearing that word come out of my mouth, “um…” I shook my head, “trust me, those are just a handful of examples, and that’s just from me alone. You have done so much for your brothers, look at Fives, Echo, Kix, and even our General wouldn’t be here without you.”

Rex couldn’t help smirk at her, she really was his everything, “Do you ever doubt me?”

I wanted to tell him no, I wanted to tell him I understood everything, but I just couldn’t, I just gave him a soft smile, I cleared my throat, “Truthfully, up until … no I’ve never doubted you”

Nerium’s face didn’t hide the hurt, maybe she was too tired, maybe she was resolving within herself to leave him for good, Rex hated that he even thought that was a viable solution to deal with everything he was going through.

“There’s more Nerium”

“I had a feeling you were saving the worst for last” I chuckled, hoping to alleviate some of his stress.

“Dark Anakin changed to the Sith Lord, he was … he has his eyes set on you, Nerium. He told me I couldn’t save you from him. He sad you were destined for more than I could ever give you. There is nothing I can do to save you or protect you from him. He said he’s allowed you to be where you are, but he can just as easily remove you that’s when … he told me ‘it didn’t matter who he was, only who he could turn me into.’ Before I knew it, I was on the bridge of a ship holding my blasters at an older version of Ahsoka. I tried to fight it, but I couldn’t stop my finger from pulling the blaster. He told me in no uncertain terms, ‘leave the medic or be responsible for not just her death,’ I turned my blasters on him, and just as I was about to pull the trigger, the scenery shifted. I was on a planet, there were bioluminescent plants everywhere. There were the sounds of a lightsaber slashing, men screaming out in pain, I knew whoever it was, they were coming for me. I heard a noise behind me, and fired only …”

The tears Rex had been holding in came with a vengeance, he took in a deep breath, closing his eyes. He felt Neri’s hand go into his, he glanced down to see her intertwine their fingers together. She squeezed his hand, he glanced up to look at Nerium, he wanted to pull her into his lap, to wrap his arms around her.

“What happened, hun, tell me” I wanted to hold Rex in my arms, he needed it, his tears were coming in full. I couldn’t hold back anymore, I shifted my chair closer to him, I raised my hand, wiping away his tears, cupping his cheek. Rex’s shaky hand held mine against his cheek, he closed his eyes leaning into it. His bottom lip quivered as he took in a shaky breath.

“It was you. I killed you, I held you in my arms as your eyes closed, I couldn’t …” he tightened his hold on her, “he made me kill you, it was my job to protect you. My job to … can’t you see, I have to keep you safe. You’re not safe with me.”

“Rex…”

“No. Nerium. I hurt you. I hurt you when I was trying to be all about duty. I hurt you when I should’ve been your rock.” Rex shifted her hand from his cheek, “I need to protect you”

“Rex” I pulled his hands into my lap, “You’re not telling me everything. What are you leaving out?”

“Maker, I hate and love that you can read me so well” Rex let out a wet chuckle.

“Well next time you decide to do something incredibly stupid, know I will call you out on it’’

“Noted” Rex pulled her chair closer till his knees caged hers, he leaned forward resting his forehead against hers, he closed his eyes, feeling that familiar sense of completeness.

“You still haven’t told me, and don’t think a keldabe kiss is going to throw me off”

Rex chuckled, he didn’t have to look at her to know there was a very sarcastic and loving smirk on her face, “I’ve missed this, and you’re right, I was leaving something out. After we got back to coruscant, I kept hearing it”

“Hearing what?”

“The voice. It kept telling me over ago and over again, I can’t save you from him. I am the reason you die. I needed to protect you.”

“That’s why you kissed that stupid community bicycle trollop to get rid of the voice.”

Rex nodded against her forehead, “You have to know, nothing happened outside of that gross disgusting kiss, after you left, I walked away, and spilled my guts in the alley beside 79’s. As soon as I got back to the Resolute, I scrubbed every inch of my neck and face with a Brillo brush, to get rid of her feeling on my skin. I was trying to keep you safe, it was the best idea I could come up with, and let’s face it, you’re not safe with me, and I can’t lose you. I love you.”

I pulled back, cupping Rex’s cheeks, I looked into his eyes, “I love you, too. But I’m not letting some crazy hooded Sith Lord tell me how to live my life. I’m not going anywhere.” I wanted to kiss him, “Rex, what you said that night, about …”

“I am so sorry” Rex moved his hands to hold her cheeks, “I never meant a word of it. It killed me saying the things I had to say. I want to settle down, I want to love one one person for the rest of my life to get to know someone so well, I don’t even need to finish a sentence for them to know what I’m trying to say. I don’t agree - I have never agreed with anything Jili said. I know my brothers and I are meant for more. I want to wait. I want our moment to be special, to be something we will both look back on as the night we know we wouldn’t be with anyone else. That is if you still want me? I don’t deserve to have you in my life, I don’t deserve to be the one to love you, not after what I did”

“You’re right about that” Rex pulled back to look at me, his eyes glistening with fresh tears, “I know I’ll be hearing from people, telling me you don’t deserve me, but if I’m not allowing a Sith to tell me how to live my life, I’m not about to let anyone else, including you to tell me, either. From now on,” I grabbed his cuirass pulling him closer, “don’t push me away, don’t hide things from me. The only way we will survive this, any of us will survive this if we do this together, and fight against him together.”

“If it saves you…”

“No, Rex. You CAN’T push me away,” I yanked him closer, “whatever happens we’ll face it together, okay” his breath fanned over my face, “I’m not going to let you push me away. That means no more kissing random sleazy drunk girls. No more telling me things that will cut me to my very core. No more ignoring me and not talking to me. Do you understand, Captain?”

Rex chuckled at that, “Yes, love. I promise.”

“When I find out who this di’kut is I’m gonna make him wish he was never born, I don’t know who he thinks he is, or why he has a say on who I can be with and who I can’t.”

Rex tilted his head at her, “You think, there’s a reason he doesn’t want us together?”

“He clearly has some sort of plan for me, but why? That’s the bigger question, I mean, I’m no one. I’m not important. I’m just me, a medic of the 501st, an ex-Separatist who is head over heels in love with her Captain.”

“That makes you the most important thing in my life, love, because I am head over heels in love with my medic, and I’d do anything to keep you safe.”

Rex looked into her eyes, Maker how he loved her eyes, he loved everything about her, but her eyes held so much hope and love whenever she looked at him. He felt alive in her eyes. He noticed how her eyes flicked down to his lips and back up to his eyes.

Rex didn’t wait anymore and closed the distance between them, his lips crashing against hers, as his hand went to her hair, deepening the kiss. It felt right, after almost two months of not feeling her in his arms, not feeling her lips against his, she was back where she belonged. He pulled her into his arms, until she was sitting on his lap. When they finally pulled apart, Rex didn’t want to stop and began trailing kisses down her neck, when they heard the med door slide open. Rex pressed his lips to hers once again before they pulled away looking into each other's eyes.

“I’m not going to live my life in fear, Rex. Not because of him” Neri stood from her seat on Rex’s lap, fixing her hair and her outfit. Rex stood from his seat wrapping his arms around her, his lips crashing against hers, he felt her nails scrap against the back of his head, while her other hand wrapped around his neck drawing him in closer.

“I love you, Neri” Rex whispered against her lips.

“I love you, Rex, you know this means you need to talk to the General” I whispered against his lips, afraid that someone could probably hear us.

“What if Anakin…”

“Rex, trust me, you need to talk about this with one of the Generals, if you don’t want to tell Anakin, I can understand but then you have to tell Kenobi, or tell them both together. Anakin could be part of this man’s plans.”

“You really think what I saw was important”

“I do”

“Nerium?” I heard Hardcase’s voice filter over from the main room

“Sorry, love, but I got to go, just think about it, okay”

Rex kissed her lips one more time, washing away the horrible memory of that day, “I will, for you, I’ll think about it”

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21 notes - Posted September 5, 2022

sick! yor headcanons for sxf? 👀

Oml I miss read it for a second and my brain thought that you meant Sick! Your headcanons for sxf and not sick Yor headcanons but here you go annon I hope you enjoy it ^^ (if this wasn't what you wanted either send me a msg or ask through my ask box again and I'll rewrite it ^^)

Warnings: none, just a sick Yor ;-; although it's kinda short-ish

Sick! Yor Headcanons

She both rarely gets sick and also can catch colds pretty easily if she's not careful.

She's definitely slightly loopy like how she is when she's drunk and she also gets very giggly during the time that she's sick.

Will fight with whoever is trying to give her medicine unless it's Anya, you, or Yuri...Although Anya has had more success giving Yor medicine simply because Anya has given her the puppy dog eyes before, it's her weakness.

She's also extremely cuddly, like really cuddly she won't let go of you or whoever she's holding until she falls asleep and even then there's a 50/50 chance that she will tighten her arms around you if you move to much ^^"

Speaking of cuddling, she's also more of a big spoon when she does get sick than when she isn't, like she'll use one hand to pull your head to her chest while her other hand moves to your back sorta like a hug or she'd snuggle into your back no matter what you're doing.

I need to stop writing at night ^^" that being said please send in your requests and if you want to be addressed by an emote or a nickname, instead of Annon, lmk and I'll do so ^-^ Have a wonderful day/night to whoever reads this ^^

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Obey Me Masterlist

BROTHERS:

How they hold you in their sleep

When they need your help (Lucifer, Mammon) (Levi, Satan, Asmo) (Beel, Belphie)

Gn!Mc whise love language is physical touch (Mammon, Levi, Beel)

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I don't know if your requests are still open but like

Sick Yuri briar headcannons askdkndjs

I rewatched spy x family and fell(literally) in love with him again 😭

Mhn they're still open ^^ Also like he's so adorable ailsjvbalivs sorry that this is a little late my brain went into overdrive when I saw your request, so much so that it was like it suddenly gave the blue screen of death that you can sometimes get with computers xD but I will go ahead and start the headcanons ^-^

Warnings: Again none just a sick Yuri Briar, kinda short also ^^"

Sick! Yuri Briar headcanons

Poor Yuri, I have a feeling he doesn't get sick often but when he does it's bad...like bad bad, he get's very sleepy too.

He also gets pretty clingy like his sister when sick, however I can also see him being more whiney as well.

Will definitely act as if he wasn't whiney the entire time when he gets better though.

Yuri will take his medicine pretty easily but he'll complain about the taste of it, whether it's because it's not the flavor that he likes (aka what he tolerates the most) or because it just tastes terrible.

Will be sad if you aren't giving him like 99% of your attention, the other 1% is when he's asleep.

He will only take his medicine if either you or his sister Yor (if she's visiting at the time) give it to him, because of how much he dislikes it.

Cuddle him and he won't let you go, you are there now and you don't get to get up unless you want an agitated sick Yuri. Just resign(?) and run your hand though his hair while he sleeps.

I hope you and everyone enjoys this, lmk if you want me to rewrite this and I will ^-^ Have a wonderful day ^^

80 notes - Posted November 3, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Hi!!! I love your work!! Could you do a gender neutral MC (obey me) with a MC who's love language is physical touch?? It can be all the brothers if you want but if not, mammon, Levi and beel works too!! Thank you

Aww I'm glad you like it! Here you go annon, I'll try writing for the others once my brain starts working cuz it's currently 11:45 PM so for now I hope you like this if you're still here!

Also I'm assuming you wanted this to be not platonic? If you do then I don't mind writing a platonic version. I'm also not sure if this is right because my love language isn't physical touch but I hope I wrote it well ^-^

Obey me boys with a GN!MC whose love language is physical touch (Mammon, Levi, Beel)

Warnings: none just pure fluff

Fluffyness under the cut!

Mammon- A blushie baby, the first time you let your hand linger on his arm or shoulder will make him even more smitten with you. Although he's still gonna act like he doesn't like it and get all huffy in the signature Mammon way while not so subtly enjoying all of the affection that you're giving him. Just like imagine him looking away to the side with blush on his face while you're holding his hand, or if you just launch(?) at him giving him a back hug out of nowhere! But at the end of the day he doesn't mind that part of you and it helps reaffirm that you care about him.

Leviathan- Are you trying to give the poor boy a heart attack? All joking aside I feel like he would definitely enjoy it you might startle the poor boy during the beginning of the relationship, but he would also eventually get use to it. However you do have the upper hand with surprise back hugs and the cherry on top if you smother(?) His face with kisses he just combusts, don't do it too much though you might break the boy.

Beelzebub- This would make him sooo happy like you glomp him in a hug? He'll give you a bear hug right back, I can just see that he would have the softest smile on his face because you gave him a kiss on the cheek or the forehead. I can also see him just giving you some of whatever he's snacking on and he'd also give you a head pat, ack my poor heart he's so cute. Also cuddles? Cuddles are so soft between him and you

I swear I became so soft after writing this like jsakjbc I also might have went a little over board with Mammons on accident and I feel like I didnt do Beel justice I might edit his later if i get the chance to, also I'm sorry that this took so long life's been hectic for me lately, that and I just got back into my acc ^^"

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WFB, Tanbarun arc: Obi meets the real reason she had to leave everything behind.

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Obi can admit: even after spending the day with Umbrella Corp’s heir apparent, even after knowing that Richie Rich couldn’t find his ass with both hands-- but in a nice way-- he hears the tiny tyrant’s little proclamation and thinks, what’s his game?

He may not be on the fast track to Summa Cum Laude, not like Doc-- and apparently this kid, if Daddy keeps paying out that Big Pharma money to keep his grades at the top of the curve-- but Obi doesn’t need any fancy academic distinction to suss out that Raj’s celebratory kegger idea belongs straight in the ‘godawful stupid’ pile. And with the quick way Doc goes bloodless at the offer, the air’s got that tangy Calculated Insult taste to it.

That is until he squares up right in front of this Timothée Chalamet looking motherfucker and is blind-sided by his bright-eyed, dummy wide smile. Despite the vibe in this room reading like the end of a slow-burn thriller’s first act, this idiot thinks he’s doing everyone a favor. The kid somehow took one look at Annie Hall here and thought that her brand says vomits Pabst Blue Ribbon as an extracurricular. There are times where Obi considers his past gold star failures and thinks he’s nature’s worst clown, but Shenezard-- Shenezard could fill a whole car.

“Raj,” Doc chokes out, looking like she’s two steps from a body bag. “That’s very...generous of you, but you don’t really--”

“No, no.” Between blinks, Raj springs forward, seizing her hand. “Shirayuki, you are the generous one, coming here after all this time to make amends--”

“I’m not,” she reminds him, steely, like the tooth of a bear trap. Or maybe the blade of a guillotine. “I’m here to present a paper.”

“--So you must give me the opportunity to be likewise magnanimous.” One hand may be taken, but the other’s free to snap, loud as a gunshot in the empty foyer. “Sakaki, see to it.”

His lawyer ventures a weary glance, closing his briefcase with a final snap. “Mr Shenezard, you know I can’t be party to providing alcoholic beverages to underage students.”

“Right.” His fingers snap again; the brothers passing by flinch. “Brian will take care of it.”

One of them-- the tall one, built like a linebacker with boat shoes that earn the name-- sighs. “Aw man, not again.”

“I told you, dude,” the other one mutters, pushing him through the doorway. “You can’t make eye contact.”

Raj doesn’t even bat an eye, just stares down at Doc, flushed with victory. “See? Simple. Get yourself ready, Shirayuki,” he warns warmly, “for tonight you will be fêted!”

Between Princess and Prez’s egos, there’s no elbow room for any other opinions on the frat’s event committee, but even still, Obi knows there’s some logistical issues to putting together a kegger in barely five hours. It’s the sort of thing he’d worry over if he thought for one second that Doc wanted anything to do with this half-assed excuse for a hook up, but she flees the scene the moment Raj gets distracted enough to drop her hand. It’d be a shame to get all heated when she’s already hanging out a window, escaping the only way she knows how: dangerously.

Real kind of Doc to save him the hassle; if he had to concern himself with her tender feelings, why, he’d barely have time to agonizing over what to wear. Since that’s apparently how he’s going to spend the hours between dinner and drunk o’clock: staring at his backpack full of clothes and hating every stitch on them.

It’s not like he didn’t bring nice stuff; Chief had briefed him-- and Big Guy, and His Lordship, plus a hastily emailed primer from the Big Boss with a rubric for sartorial formalities-- but he can’t exactly wear a sports coat to a keg stand. Maybe CEO Barbie could wear her designer pantsuit and not get a drop on it, but Obi doesn’t have the sort of face that can wear business formal like gym shorts. And the rest of it...

Well sure, jeans and tees would match the vibe; certainly be a step up from the early December board shorts he’s sure will be in fashion tonight, but it’s not-- not--

Hot. His Majesty said this trip would only be four days, a quick jaunt over state lines to see to it that Kihal’s momentary expulsion wasn’t in vain. Packing light seemed smart. He didn’t need to bait the hook when the only item on his itinerary was a poster session and an academic dinner.

He still doesn’t need to; his whole job here is to make sure Doc isn’t eyeing any third-story windows, not his ass. She’s six inches of leg and a drawer full of Victoria Secret away from being his type anyway, and he only came here because-- because--

Her hand had look so pale against the checkered tablecloth, so limp, like it hadn’t been held in years. Like she’d given up on someone being there to take it. He’d held it in the car-- still wet and clammy, a complete accident-- and even now it burns in his memory, the first warmth he’d felt since someone put five inches of cold steel beneath his rib cage. And stupidly, his first thought was, Doc deserves someone who would.

His second is, I’d like to be that someone.

It’s a fucking mystery why. Sure, he-- he likes her, in a real Disney Channel Original, baby’s first crush way, but this whole situation he has at Wistal is a glass shoe, set to shatter the moment he has a diploma in his hands. The last thing he needs is a reason to cling to the shards, expecting more than anyone wants to give him. Besides, he knows by now-- they could hug him and squeeze him and call hims George, but Obi’s the kind of guy who sees and open door and runs through it. There’s no point to being more friend than the job entails. Not unless he wants someone putting up flyers to find their lost Obi, at least. It’d certainly be a first.

“Right.” His palm scrub over his face, muffling out the rest of the world for just a second. That’s all he needs to remember what’s important here. “Just put something on, asshole.”

It’s a stupid thing to worry about. If these clothes didn’t smell like musty library, he wouldn’t even--

Something flutters, right at the corner of his eye. Not big enough to be a threat-- he can tell that right off, but it definitely didn’t come from his stuff. No, looks like it blew out of the trash, pushed along by the sudden burst of hot air from the vents. His mouth tilts, sliding right into a smirk. Speaking of flyers...

Phi Sigma Pi Crunch Time Kegger, this one reads; he has to squint to see the grainy oval in the center is just a photo-realistic barrel. $5 at the door. 8pm on December--

Ha, well. Look at that. It’s today. What a coincidence. Seems he’s not the only one concerned about what’s covering his ass.

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27 notes - Posted March 11, 2022

The Opposite of Shame

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It should be easy.

That’s what Zen had said they paddled the last few yards into the canals, a stream of water curled onto his palm, shaping itself into a pearl, too precious to even touch. At least, easier than what you were doing, he’d laughed, letting it splash back down into the water, splattering into Mitsuhide’s lap. After squeezing water out of vines, a whole city of it should be nothing.

And yet sweat beads at her brow when she tries to coax a trickle from its slow currents, dripping from her fingers like a recalcitrant cat. Her boots brace against the ice, and she hauls, the way laborers would, pulling and straining and still-- it flops back down to the surface, swallowed up by ripples like it never left at all.

Shirayuki sprawls right back onto her rear with a huff. That’s what she gets, bending with only half her head. Maybe if she was still ho-- where she came from, she might have managed it. There was something about knowing every vine curled around her window and every plant in the streets of Ba Sing Se that made the motions come easier to her, that made bending nearly mindless. But here...

Ba Sing Se may have been raised from stone, but there were trees there, gardens. Little window boxes where grannies raised their kitchen herbs and children tended their mother’s flowers. In Agna Qel’a, it’s all...ice. Ice and snow and water a shade warmer than freezing; a paradise for a waterbender like her, one who had always hidden her skills lest some neighbor suspect she was the Avatar. Water was next in the cycle, after all, and to see a child with green eyes bend something besides stone would bring her before of the Fire Lord faster than the Earth prince could snap. Even the ancestors would be hard pressed to say what would happen to her when he found out she was simply mixed-blood, a waterbender wearing an earthbender’s face.

And yet this is not the safe haven she imagined, the home she had yet to find. Instead it’s barren, as cold and uninviting as Master Haruka. A woman need draw no more than a dram, he’d said, voice cracking like a whip in the temple. Any more risks being unseemly.

Unseemly. She gets her feet beneath her, letting her attention slide alongside a likely stream. Haruka’s voice echoes in the confines of her skull, What does a healer need that couldn’t fit in a skein?

Healer, he said; woman, he meant. How Kiki could come from a place like this, her bending honed to a blade’s edge, and yet its Master Bender could still say to her face-- impossible.

Her teeth grit, cheeks flushed. Zen might have warned her at least. He’d made this place seem like a refuge, like heaven, like home, and now not only does she have to worry after Haruka, but even Raj--

She can’t think about that. That’s the whole purpose of this: to not think about it. Another thing that’s supposed to be easy. After all, Shirayuki forgets things all the time. Meetings, meals, sleep-- it all fades away under the sinuous stretch of leaf and vine, her fingers reaching and stems rising to meet the motion, as easy as putting on a glove.

But that’s not what it’s like here. Not when it’s so cold that algae barely blooms. Hard to lose herself when every surface reflects her face.

“Lookin’ pretty serious there.”

Shirayuki concentration shatters, easy as a plate on a pub floor. The stream of water she’s pulled-- larger than she’s ever managed before, even if it still wiggles and drips against her control-- drops, tumbling back into the canal with a plop, big enough to soak her boots.

No, both their boots.

“Ah, uh...” She doesn’t know his name; a realization that pulls her up screeching a moment too late. They’ve only met twice, after all-- once when he tried to scare her off, and again when he caught her at Laxdo. Each time he’s appeared like fog off the water, disappearing just the same way, intangible and unannounced. “Sorry.”

Satisfaction glints like a knife’s edge in that man’s eyes, as if he suspected he might get this reaction. Or worse, meant to do it.

Well, that’s what he gets, anyway, coming up on her all unaware like this, a strange man in a strange city. He’s lucky she doesn’t have her plants, otherwise he wouldn’t have much room to be giving her smirks and sly eyes.

“Don’t worry about it, Miss.” His shoulders twitch, a distant cousin to a shrug, as he shakes off his feet. “I was asking for it sneaking up on a lady all alone like that.”

It mollifies her to hear him admit it. Just a little. “Here, let me at least--”

Her hand flicks out, ready to wick the water off him-- it’d be rude not to-- but he shuffles away with a laugh, his own warding her off.

“I said don’t worry about it.” His smile is wide, if not a little lop-sided. “You barely got me. It’ll dry off on its own.”

She frowns down, eyeing the waterline on his boots, wet splotches climbing all the way to his knees. He can say what he likes, but it’s freezing at the poles, and even dry he’ll still be cold. She should really--

Her teeth clamp down, keeping her protest locked behind them. There’s no reason for her to worry about a man that only shows up to cause her trouble. “What are you doing here?”

His grin sharpens to a point, through strangely, she’s sure it isn’t aimed at her. “My my, young miss. You may not wear a necklace like these water folk, but that question has teeth.”

She lifts her chin, stubbornly meeting his eyes. “Should it not?”

For a moment, he’s still. Not the way a person is, all hitched movements and stifled breaths, but the way eel hound does before they strike-- motionless. More like a statue than a living being.

And then his mouth splits in a grin, tongue clucking against his teeth. “And after I caught you in my arms, too. Folks just aren’t as grateful as they used to be.”

Shirayuki stares, confused. “Used to--?”

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28 notes - Posted July 29, 2022

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30 notes - Posted August 25, 2022

At Your Command

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Written for @kaedix‘s birthday! Kimber requested an Ella Enchanted AU, and I originally set out to write a canon universe one where Obi had the obedience curse...and I made something close to that, and yet entirely new as well...

The carriage pulls up right outside the alley; even in the street’s shadow it shimmers with shellac, like wet cobbles on a dark night. With all the hansoms that clog Port City’s arteries, it’s unremarkable, just another box among many. Save that it’s here, where no one with the money to hire a cab would be caught. And save that it’s arrived right on time, just as he’s been told it would.

A boot hedges out of the shadow, followed by a narrow limb, stretched enough to be part shade itself. The carriage merely waits, hunkering down at the alley’s mouth with all the gravitas of a fat tabby used to table scraps. It could play this game all day, its hefty shape says; could he?

He edges out the barest bit more, letting the light from The Beggar’s Barrel fall across the knife-sharp planes of his jaw. A tilt of his head sets one eyes to flash like a coin, stark beneath the low-slung band of his cap. A dangerous look, he’s been told, the kind that keeps bigger boys from trying to roll the one who’s skin and bones. That’s the thing about being skinny; all it takes is a good, feral grin, and only fools want to feel out your edges.

It gets the job done too; he’s hardly got his chin up from his collarbone when the door swings open, revealing an even deeper dark inside. “Get in.”

It strikes like a whip’s lash, the air knocked clean out of him. “Me, milord?” He gives a hearty laugh, making a good show of peering around the narrow alley. Good thing there’s not enough light to show him sweat. “You’re sure you have the right pl--?”

“You are Nanaki, aren’t you?”

His soles itch as he shuffles closer, trying to stave off the burn. Another breath or two and he’d find a long walk over hot coals more pleasant than standing here. “Today I am. Though maybe tomorrow I’ll feel like someone else...”

A shadow shifts in the dim of the cab, not small. “I have little patience for mummery. Hurry up.”

He’d likened those words once to a goad to an ass, but tonight-- tonight he has to catch himself before he stumbles. There’s not much pride in him, but what’s left refuses to meet his client on hands and knees, crawling up the steps like a cur. He’s got a reputation to keep, after all.

“Your wish,” he grits out through clenched teeth, taking those stairs in a single bound, “is my command.”

The inside is black as pitch and just as sticky, the shadows clinging to the corners as stubbornly as a stain. Still, he catches velvet beneath his palms, the cushion plump as any young miss, not the aching black lacquer benches of one of the city’s hansoms. Plain it might have looked from the outside, but this is no jumped-up merchant’s night out. Whatever money bought this is old, like the quarter itself.

He’d stretch his other senses to the task, but there’s no need; once the carriage has clopped and swayed itself to smoother cobbles, the shade snaps up. Lamp light pours in, painting the cab in gold.

Hardly necessary; this man is made of it. His business has never extended much to textiles-- too much speculation for his blood-- but the fine weave on that wool coat alone would fence enough to keep him well fed and warmly housed for a year, fingers firmly in pockets. That doesn’t even account for the linen of his shirt, or the brocade of his waist.

His fingers scour runnels through velvet. This man isn’t money, he’s a noble. No wonder even the barest command from that mouth sets him scrambling.

It’s not the first time a man more title than name has sought him out-- he’s got a reputation after all, a good one. A knife with legs, a man called him once, and he’d liked that just fine. A tidy little image; one that keeps the unsavory types from trying to stiff him. But this man-- this man looks nothing like those small, sniveling lordlings looking for a sure answer. No this one, this one--

This one could be a killer himself. If the calluses on his hands are a hint, he already was. Men don’t get ones like those from playing around in the training yard. This was a man used to fighting.

No, a man used to winning, unless he mistakes his guess. A dangerous sort to get in bed with, and a lethal one to get in business.

Well, let it never be said he passed up a bad idea when it sat itself in front of him. “Nice ride.”

The lord grunts, displeased. “Tell me how this works.”

His mouth itches the minute the words hit air. It’s not like this with everyone; most times he’s got a few moments-- maybe even a few minutes-- to dance around, to let them replace a strict order with a weaker one, maybe even slip the lead on the whole thing altogether. But his lordship here wields commands like a rider holds his reins, and oh, he’s not in the habit of letting a bucking stallion keep his head free.

“Well, I’m not sure of the mechanics.” His teeth flash, an effect lessened by the glare of the lamplight. Hard to seem so dangerous when all of him can be seen, black washed out to gray. “But the hitch the horses up front, you see, and then the driver--”

“Not the carriage,” his lordship snaps, brow furrowing like a thunderhead on a horizon. “They say you’ll do anything a man asks. Tell me how it works.”

There it is; the trap closes, and it’s steel teeth as far as the eye can see.

“Command me, mister,” he drawls, stretching his legs as long as they’ll go. It’s enough to pass beneath the bench on the other side, his lordship giving a censorious sniff. “And I must obey. That’s my gift.”

At once, the storm breaks, and with a terrible certainty, his lordship grates out, “No, boy. That’s your curse.”

It’s not that he expected business to be concluded in a rattling carriage-- that’s the sort of thing one of those merchants might do, the ones that want to curry favor with the First Prince by aping one step up on the food chain-- but he’s got to say, he doesn’t see the palace coming. A clandestine location sure, maybe even the guy’s townhouse if he’s got a misplaced sense of confidence, but most blue-bloods seem to know that you don’t flaunt your private problem solve right under the royal’s nose.

Then again, His Highness has been up wooing the North for the past few months. Turns out all those old ladies were right: when the cat’s away the mice will play. These ones just dress nicer and aim a little higher than stealing cheese.

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33 notes - Posted March 22, 2022

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900 Followers & Holiday Gifts!

Way, WAY back in the early months of 2022, I got quite the influx of followers and this happened:

Which means that, as is traditional, I will be posting every Friday in December with fics of my followers’ choosing! And since last year was obiyuki focused, this year will be about non-Obiyuki pairings, including those from other fandoms! Which means I’m going to let you guys tell me what pairings you’d like to see!

From today, 8/21 to Tuesday, 8/23, I will be collecting pairing suggestions via ask! I will pick the pairings I am most interested in writing, and on 8/24 I will put those to a vote!

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33 notes - Posted August 21, 2022

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