#fem peruvian

[ad0rechuu]

۪ ★ ۫ MILKY WAY ୨୧

based on milky way by seohyun

SYNOPSIS. ━━━━━ It’s not everyday that your friends childhood friend turns out to be the girl that you literally have a fan account for, but for Seonghwa, San and Mingi it’s become a reality. being able to get close to your bias is great! even if she does have a raging crush on someone else…

6mar23 | st. 09/03/23 ━ fn. 31/08/23

pairing. ━━━━━ college students! fans! park seonghwa, choi san, song mingi x fem! idol! reader (x idol! oc)

featuring. ━━━━━ ateez, kang seulgi (red velvet), fatou samba (black swan), park sujin aka swan (purple kiss), shin yuna (itzy), do hanse (former victon) oc, fem oc

genre. ━━━━━ smau, written, humor/crack, fluff, angst, suggestive, love square, idol/college au, strangers to friends to lovers, really slow burn, pinning, secret identity

warnings. ━━━━━ i’m not a native english speaker so my english might be a little off sometimes ! ! ! timestamps/sm numbers mean nothing, sexism/slutshaming, swearing, mentions of food/sex/serious topic, kys/kms and other questionable jokes, use of pictures for yn but only for reference (only of dark skin poc used), cyber bullying, ssngs, mental illness/anxiety, mentions of alcohol/drugs. small age gaps, more thorough warnings in the actual chapters, let me know if missed smth

notes. ━━━━━ the taglist is closed, spam likes are fine but consider reblogging with comments of ur thoughts (not only on my work but on other authors work too!) credits to the rightful owners of all the graphics n music

PROFILES. ━━━━━ SANRIO TRASH (STAR) ᜊ THE VIRGINITY CORNER (ATEEZ + YNS BBGS) ᜊ EXTRAS

PART 1. PRE TIME SKIP :

★ CH 000. prologue: HONGJOONG HAS FRIENDS?!

★ CH 001. CLONE FANTASY

★ CH 002. THE JASPER TO MY SHERLOCK

★ CH 003. SUS, VERY SUS

★ CH 004. DON’T LEAVE ME TALL FUCK

★ CH 005. EDIBLE SCENTED CANDLE

★ CH 006. MY LITTLE MEOW MEOW

★ CH 007. ONE OF THE GIRLIES

★ CH 008. SHES SO PRECIOUS!!

★ CH 009. IS YN OKAY?

★ CH 010. NO FANBOYING

★ CH 011. INTRODUCTIONS: PART I

★ CH 012. INTRODUCTIONS: PART II

★ CH 013. SUPER COOL AND HOT (RESPECTFULLY)

★ CH 014. AESPA WAS RIGHT

★ CH 015. GODDAMNIT PARK SEONGHWA

★ CH 016. WHAT THE H*CK

★ CH 017. I’M SO HASTAG SRS

★ CH 018. OPERATION: YNGYU

★ CH 019. HE’S UP TO NO GOOD

★ CH 020. PRAISE KINK ERA

★ CH 021. BAES JUST LIKE ME FR

★ CH 022. NVM Y’ALL HE RESPONDED

★ CH 023. TWO HEART EMOJIS

★ CH 024. RPS LEGEND

★ CH 025. KANG POMPOMPURIN

★ CH 026. BEGINNING OF A CHEESY ROMCOM

★ CH 027. WTFDYM

★ CH 028. IMAGINE NOT TALKING

★ CH 029. BLACK LIST SPEED RUN

★ CH 030. AS LONG AS SHE’S HAPPY

( EXTRA. ASK THEM ANYTHING EVENT:: PART i )

PART 2. POST TIME SKIP :

★ CH 031. BOMBASTIC SIDE EYE

★ CH 032. AS HOT AS I EXPECTED

★ CH 033. MY BABIES (AND KIM HONGJOONG)

★ CH 034. EVEN THE YANDERES

★ CH 035. DONGSAENG ZONED

★ CH 036. A STRANGE FEELING

★ CH 037. OLD FRIENDS

★ CH 038. I DON’T THINK I’M OKAY

★ CH 039. MINGI UR A PATHOLOGICAL LIAR

★ CH 040. LOVELY

★ CH 041. STEP BY STEP

★ CH 042. DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT

★ CH 043. OOPS

★ CH 044. WHATDIDIDOTOMYSELF

★ CH 045. LOVE LETTERS TO LEE HYORI

★ CH 046. LOSER DOESN’T EVEN DESCRIBE IT

★ CH 047. IF ONLY SHE KNEW

★ CH 048. LE’ ASTRE

( EXTRA. STAR’S 5TH MINI ALBUM :: LE’ ASTRE )

★ CH 049. FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT’S UNHOLY

★ CH 050. I’M ALRIGHT, I PROMISE

★ CH 051. BUTTERFLIES

★ CH 052. #STAR IS KILLING ME

★ CH 053. OK? OK! OK

★ CH 054. PURSUE HAPPINESS

★ CH 055. WHY DID YOU NEVER TELL ME

★ CH 056. THE TRUTH

★ CH 057. SERA WATANABE

★ CH 058. XD

★ CH 059. MILKY WAY

★ CH 060. LOVE

( EXTRA. ASK THEM ANYTHING EVENT:: PART ii )

ENDING O1.

★ 00i. PERUVIAN LILIES

★ 0ii. THE PRETTIEST

ENDING O2.

★ 00i. WHAT MAKES HIM, HIM

★ 0ii. LOM(OMMY)L



ENDING O3.

★ 00i. FINAL PUZZLE PIECE

★ 0ii. MINE.

★ AFTER WORD.

milky way © ad0rechuu, 2023. do not copy/repost.

[may-jailers-version]

The untold tale - a Lara Croft fanfic

So this is supposed to evolve into a Lara Croft x (fem) reader thing but I pumped this sort of intro (in the middle of the night instead of sleeping lol) and I want to see if ppl are actually interested in knowing more about this fanfic idea I’ve been having for months. As you’ll understand it’s also a lot about Lara’s mother (bc let’s be honest this woman is so fine and deserves some fine ass story of her own) and it is set shortly after the shadow events, so don’t expect lots of adventure at least in the beginning of the story. Pardon me if there is some inaccuracies regarding the video game I watched the play through a lil while ago (yes “watched”, I don’t have the money to play the games, sorry, I’m a poor student leave me alone 😭).

Even though the following text isn’t really “mature” rated, if I continue the story there will be prob adult themes so I’ll kindly ask minors not to interact with this post :)

Enjoy now I guess, and please keep in mind that English isn’t my first language (+ I wrote this sleep deprived) ; if you notice any spelling or grammar mistake, you’re welcome to let me know in an indulgent way in the comments. Any other kind of criticism, as long as worded kindly, is also very much welcomed!

TW : mention of death and loosing a relative

Lara Croft finds out about the passionate but gut wrenching love story her mother had with another woman in her youth : in her quest for informations, she confronts herself to what remains of this love story, and what could ensue of it. 

Or

What happens when the girl who wants to know more meets the girl who wants to forget ? 

Lara pushed the wooden panel still decorated by her own mother’s hand. The intricate scrolls of vegetation were faded in some places, the colours used had lost a bit of their brightness, but the spirit of Amelia Croft’s creativity and skills was still present. In fact, the whole room Lara was about to enter was still and always impregnated with the aura of the mourned and regretted mother and artist. That is probably why it was one of the first rooms the archaeologist was inclined to check after her return to the Croft Manor. 

3 weeks ago, she was done helping the people of Paititi in the Peruvian jungle rebuild and comfort their community. After days upon days  of giving more than a hand to the Mayan inhabitants, making amend, no, begging for salvation after all the wrongs she had caused, the call to home had finally hailed her. She had found her peace, somehow, seeing as the people of Paititi weren’t as resorting towards her as she was towards her own self. It had always been a wonder, how the people around her were not absolutely despising her after all the bad omens that had followed after her person. 

How could Jonah still be an infallible friend and partner after everything he has had to face because of her ? How could Joslin still speak to her after her daughter’s dad had been killed trying to protect her ? How had Sofia not shot an arrow between her eyes after witnessing her father die and the blood of so many of her people being spilled ? How could Unuratu’s people be so subservient towards her after what she had done ? 

The only time when shit seemed to have come back at her was when she had at last been forbidden from seeing Sam. There was not a week during which she didn’t think about her, about the brightness she brought to any room she entered, about the glow that used to dance in her eyes, about the softness that would envelop her skin, about the feeling of her arms wrapped around Lara’s waist. The vivid memories of times spent with what had probably been her first love, was probably the punition Lara was seeking every moment of her cursed life. The sinfulness of her existence could be purified by the aching provoked by her lover’s souvenir, and the feeling she had lost forever a part of herself. 

But today, Lara had decided to torture herself with the souvenir of another person. As she took some steps into the sunlit room, the wood under her life long partner rider boots cracked, and the floating dust twirled around her figure. Nothing had moved since the last time she had come here. This part of the house, much like the rest in fact, had been stilled, frozen into time, not as if its objects and furniture were waiting for their users to return, much like if the whole setting constituted some sort of mausoleum to the deceased that were once owners of this place. 

In this mausoleum of the matriarch, Lara was ready to bend and bow at the relics, reminders of the past, beholders of present nostalgia. So she stepped further, and let her eyes glide over the surface of the walls, of the tables, over the dryness of the paint buckets, the stillness of the brushes neatly stacked in clear goblets, or negligently sprawled on the floor. Her heart squeezed tightly when her gaze fell onto the unfinished canvas throning on its easel. A scenery, a lavender field in the french Provence, in the middle of which the faint silhouette of a woman holding down her hat could be deciphered, had been left incomplete by Amelia. 

Lara remembered what had pushed her mother to depict this specific landscape. It was some days after her mom and dad’s dispute, to which, unbeknownst to them, she had assisted, hiding behind the door of the office. Her mother needed to decompress, and found herself in her shed to practice her art in its most meditating form. But here she had been struggling to find inspiration, the conflict with her husband clouding her mind. That is when Lara had mentioned missing the sights of the southeastern french region of Provence, to which she wished to return soon. 

After her mother’s death, Lara never returned to Provence. She never got to see once again the azur blue sky, feel the wind as it brushes under a woman’s hat, smell the lavender fields her mom had been trying to captivate in her last moments. 

After some time freezing on the spot at the sight of the canvas, Lara decided to redirect her attention towards something else. The wardrobe. The same pastel green patterns of the room’s door were adorning the wooden structure of the piece of furniture. Lara pushed the clappers open, her eyes roaming its interior ; various objects were sitting on the different shelves, mainly paint brushes in other glass goblets, boxes full of paint tubes, argile statues deprived of any polychromy, some créations little Lara had made on her own. Her eyes settled for a wooden box littered with childlike drawings made of striking colours and her hand reached for the top shelf on which it had been sitting for years. 

After sitting legs crossed on the floor in front of the wardrobe, she opened the box delicately and instantly started smiling. In there were preciously conserved sketches, simple drawings that yet held bits of the Croft family’s intimacy. Pencil drawings of a chubby baby Lara smiling ear to ear, Richard reading a book to his daughter sitting on his knees, Amelia teaching her little girl how to paint… A time in which comfort seemed granted. A time in which emptiness and longing were unknown feelings to Lara. 

As her mind and heart yet again mingled with sorrow, her ruffling stopped at the drawing of a singular person. Her hand held onto the paper displaying the traits of a woman in her early 20s, a beautiful woman at that, but that she failed to recall. She must have missed the drawing during her precedent scorching, because such beauty in a woman’s face would have easily been remembered by the archaeologist. After some more contemplating, she flipped through the rest of the drawings, stumbling in the same time upon some of her own attempts of creation that her mother had kept as treasures. She finally put everything back in the box before closing it and getting up to stack it back right where she had lifted it. 

But when trying to push it in the back of the shelf in order to ensure its safety, she felt the box bumping against something hard. Intrigued, she tried to check what was constituting the obstacle, but found herself not tall enough to get a good view. Placing the drawing box upon a nearby table, she took a chair and climbed on it. Now she could see that there was nothing else than an other box sitting in the back, one she had never seen before. 

Gliding the box over to herself, she then picked it up to get a better look at it. Upon sitting it on the table, she noticed there was a lock to it, but unfortunately, no key in sight. She quickly looked around, scanning the room for any object that would be of help in her situation. She finally settled for some sculpting tool, a steel linear object with a pointing end that could easily be inserted in the little hole. After some seconds of struggle, Lara could hear the clicking sound of the interior mechanism giving up, granting her access to the content of this mysterious box. 

The felted inside revealed itself to be full of letters, written in a style that she didn’t recognise as her mother’s or father’s handwriting. She picked up the first paper, and unfolding it, started reading. 

“My dear Amelia, 

I saw you at the bar the other night. I saw you sitting right in the middle, legs crossed, chest proud, eyes piercing but oh so charming. There was only you for me, in this room, and I like to believe there was only me, too, in your own irises. My voice that evening, I hope, carried itself to your ear in order to let it hear the whisper of affection and longing. My melody, I wish, wrapped your heart in the most tender embrace. My words, I pray, have led your soul into a waltz into which each step is the remembrance of a dead poet. 

After the show, that night, your face has filled my dreams the same way my voice had filled the room. But I did not remember the clapping, the applauding, the whistling. All I could recall was how your eyes held onto my lips like the roses hold onto that morning mist. And what a rose you are to the world, what a bloom you are to me. 

Your last letter has lingered on me like a winter fur. Warm and reassuring, it’s all that keeps me from deflating by your absence on my side. Because you are like the sun to my harsh winter, only your rays can melt away the frost that the world impend on me every day. I get weary of anything foreigner to your sensuality. 

You can join me in my dorm by 9pm this Friday, where my eyes will survey the movement of the  clock sting, waiting for time to bring your physical envelope to my arms, as you know how your heart already and forever lies in mine. 

With deep and devouring love, Gabrielle.” 

Lara stayed still, frozen for the third time in a single hour. Her brain was processing what she had just read, her psyche fighting to accept the words that had been put under her eyes. Gabrielle… who was this Gabrielle ? When had she written and sent that ? Why was there so much passion in the way she spoke to her mother ? Clearly if the letter had been kept so meticulously in such a box, it must have meant a lot for the latter. 

Lara’s heart race fastened at those thoughts, her mind racing, questions fusing. Frantically she grabbed handfuls of letters and sprawled them onto the table surface, her eyes feverishly jumping from one piece of paper to the other, not knowing which one to pick next. There must have been at least 3 dozens of letters in this box, but upon emptying it, Lara’s eyes stopped on pictures stacked at the bottom. 

The first few ones were of a woman singing in a café displaying a 1920s look, a “année folle” aesthetic. Despite the picture’s quality not being the best, Lara could clearly spot a striking resemblance with the woman in the sketching. She flipped through the other pictures, where she could observe the woman’s trait more clearly, the latter being shot in different settings, at different moments, in different lights and angles. All of those pictures were showing a beautiful woman in her 20s, a captivating look in her eyes, and an almost bewitching smile adorning her face from time to time. 

And then, a vision that made Lara’s heart skip a beat. A picture of the same woman laying on her mother’s thighs in a minimalistic bedroom, the first looking up to the other looking down at her, both holding hands, both adorning a tender full and fiery expression for the other.  

Lara spent minutes observing the picture, her brows lightly furrowed, her stomach in knots, a strange sensation in her chest. She took the chair, put it back before the table and sat on it. She rested her back onto it, flipped the glossy paper to read at its back “I wish this moment had last forever, just you and me in this room, without the struggles of the outside” which was, this time, of her mother’s writing. Lara straightened her back and starting flipping the other pictures to spot any other indications and left messages. Behind one of the pictures of the woman singing in the bar, there was written “her voice like silk, her movement like water, her body like a dancing flame. She’s my angel.” 

A tear rolled down Lara’s cheek. What was all this about ? Why hasn’t she never heard of this ? How come her mother had experienced the same thing Lara had felt so shameful of in all her teenage years ? Had her father known about this ? And who was this woman her mother had loved so fiercely ? 

The curious spirit of Lara and her palpable need to know more about her lost mother drove her to spend the rest of the day into reading more of the letters, decipher all the pictures and try to find hints of this past love story in her mother’s art laying around the shed, attempting to reconstitute a puzzle to which half of the pieces were missing… 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I need to find my ao3 password and stuff back so I can publish it on there. In the meantime, here some kind reminders :

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🇨🇩If you can, donate to charities for Congo so that shelters can be built for families and especially women and children fleeing exploitation, mass murder, and SA.

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💙Boycott fast fashion brands like Shein (just one example) to protest against the exploitation of endangered ethnic groups in China. 🌧️Last but not least, stay HYDRATED, the world needs healthy activists ! ♥️

Happy pride to all also :)

[asahicore]

cold brew - sjh

part 3 of the coffee mini-series // prompts 22 and 61 of the 100 kisses list (surprising your lover from behind, smacking a kiss on their cheek + smiling in-between kisses)

pairing. boyfriend!junghwan x fem!reader

synopsis. On a hot summer day, you and your boyfriend make a bet as to whether more iced americanos or more cold brews will sell, and Junghwan already knows what he wants if he wins.

genre. summer au, coffee shop au, just fluff and kisses

word count. 1.3k

a/n. the way i wrote in the previous part that i wouldn't take three months again to post the next part of this mini-series and then ended up taking a year and two months... you guys love me <3 as always thank u to @zreamy for her impeccable beta-reading services, hope u all enjoy and pls lmk ur thoughts!!!!!

summer.

The thing about working at a café in a student city during the summer is that it can get excruciatingly slow. 

Many locals and tourists still come to get their caffeine fix, but long gone are the students who spend hours taking advantage of the free wifi and free pot coffee refills. There’s less orders to prepare, less tables to tend to, so outside of rush hours, if you haven’t brought anything to entertain yourself with, you’ll be bored half to death. Fortunately, your manager Yeonjun isn’t the “there’s always something to do” type, so he’s more than happy to let you read a book or mindlessly play Solitaire on your phone if everything else is in order.

Today is the hottest day of summer so far. Fortunately, it’s your day off. Your boyfriend, on the other hand, isn’t so lucky.

If it were any of your other colleagues, you would’ve happily stayed home, fan on highest setting, napping in front of a rerun of The Office. But Junghwan isn’t just any colleague, and so you force yourself off of your couch and head to your workplace.

The café is unsurprisingly empty when you get there - so empty, in fact, that even your boyfriend is not behind the counter, although he’s the only one working this shift. You sneak to the back in hopes of finding him there, and indeed, he’s in the storeroom, restocking shelves. Always the responsible worker - he could easily be slacking off, but he’s decided to be productive and do something everyone else, Yeonjun included, has been putting off for the past week.

You take a few seconds to admire him like this with his back to you, the muscles of his broad shoulders shifting under his black t-shirt, his long strands of hair tickling his nape; you can feel their softness in your hands just by looking at them. The sight of him almost makes you release a dreamy sigh, but an idea pops up in your head.

You stealthily make your way to him, and, making sure he’s not holding anything fragile, wrap your arms around his middle and smack a firm kiss on his cheek. He’s startled but immediately relaxes when he sees it’s just you. With a relieved smile on his face, he places his hands on your waist and bends down to trap your lips in a delicate kiss. 

“You don’t know how happy I am to see you right now.”

“You mean filling jars with Peruvian beans isn’t an enthralling activity?”

Junghwan sighs and looks at the coffee jars like they’re responsible for all the sorrow in the world. “I thought if I did this, Yeonjun might give me a bonus, and then I could take you out on a nice date.”

Your heart skips a beat. Your boyfriend is the sweetest, stupidest boy you know. “Junghwan, that’s…”

“Super romantic? Thoughtful? Makes me an amazing boyfriend?”

“I love you, but-”

“That’s great news, because I love you, too.”

You give him a look. “But,” you continue, “as well-intentioned as Yeonjun is, he’ll look at the shelves and assume an elf came during the night. If you want a bonus, just steal 100 bucks from the counter. He probably won’t notice.”

He gazes down at you like you’ve just declared your utmost affection for him and not told him to steal from your employer. “You’re so smart, you know that?” 

You giggle and plant another kiss on his lips. “Course I do. Now get back to work, or I'll report you for improper behavior.”

“But it’s so boring,” he whines. “Look, there’s so little to do, I started counting how many iced americanos and how many cold brews were being sold just to see which one was more popular.”

You frown. “Hwan, we sell way more iced americanos,” you say as if it’s obvious.

“I don’t know, my research is saying they’re toe-to-toe.”

A smile appears on your lips as you step away from him. “Alright, let’s make a bet then.”

“A bet?” Junghwan echoes, his lips mirroring yours.

“Mh-hm. I say more iced americanos will sell, you say cold brews will, whoever loses has to grant the other a wish.”

His grin widens. “Deal.”

“Deal.” As you shake hands on it, he pulls you in and presses his lips to your forehead.

“I’ll get back to work then,” he whispers against your hair.

There’s only two hours until the café closes, and it’s empty enough for you to sit at a table and sip on an iced americano - which Junghwan hadn’t agreed to count in the tally - and read until his shift ended. You squint your eyes at him every time a customer comes in and orders a cold brew, but you’re kind enough to let him sit with you whenever he has nothing to do.

You help him with some of the closing duties, like counting tips and restocking everything for the morning shifters, although you leave him to do the mopping and wiping of surfaces.

You’re sitting on the counter, dangling your legs as you wait for him to announce the results. He takes his sweet time, cleaning the coffee machine like he’s never seen the thing before, pretending to muse about who will win when he already knows the outcome. “I hope I can trust you enough not to have rigged this contest,” you say, and he shrugs playfully.

When he’s all done, he fishes the sheet of paper on which he’s counted the orders out of his pocket and ceremoniously clears his throat. “And here are the results…” he says, drumming his fingers on the counter as you shimmy your shoulders to the rhythm. “twenty-eight iced americanos, and thirty-three cold brews.” You gasp, but before you’ve even had the time to complain, he adds, “Which means you have to grant me a wish.”

You sigh, defeated. “Fine. What do you want?”

From the smile growing on his lips, you know he’s up to no good. “I want a kiss.”

You glare at him lightheartedly, but you can’t stop yourself from smiling at his words. “That’s something you can get anytime.”

Inching closer towards you until he’s standing between your knees, palms splayed on the counter on each side of you, he says, “Yeah, but it’s the only thing I want right now.”

All your pretend defenses crumble the moment his lips touch yours. In these past few months, it’s become a familiar feeling, but you can never get enough of it. Especially now that you know each other better, your lips move against each other’s expertly, every tilt of your head and change in pace always in perfect sync. It’s one of those moments where you feel like you understand each other completely, like there’s no one better suited to kiss you or him than each other. This knowledge makes you giddy, makes you wrap your arms tighter around him as you smile into the kiss.

He detaches his lips from you just long enough to say, “What are you smiling about?”

“You.”

You try to fall back into the kiss, but both of you are smiling too wide, and you can’t stop giggling between each press of your lips against each other’s, not even bothering to stop when you knock your teeth. Even when you’re laughing more than you’re actually kissing, you don’t pull away, both lingering in this bubble where only the two of you exist.

Later, as you walk back to your place hand-in-hand, he asks you what your wish would’ve been if you had won. “I would’ve forbidden you from making me watch one of the Shrek movies for a month,” you reply, making him laugh.

“Well, it’s a good thing I won,” he says, bringing you closer to him by the shoulder and planting a kiss at the top of your head. “Because I really wanted to watch Shrek tonight.”

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get lost and then get found, or

˗ˏˋ SWALLOWED IN THE SEA'ˎ˗

one piece

❝I DON'T THINK I'VE EVER HAD A DREAM OF MY OWN.❞

┊ ✧. being a marine was supposed to be your  dream since you were a child. it was what you were born to be— until the straw hats pull the sheet back from over your eyes.

PLAYLIST .ೃ࿐

swallowed in the sea; coldplay

❝and i could write it down or spread it all around, get lost and then get found,

and you'll come back to me, not swallowed in the sea.❞

kiss from a rose; seal

❝there used to be a greying tower alone on the sea,

and you became the light on the dark side of me.❞

caribbean blue; enya

❝so the world goes round and round with all you ever knew,

they say the sky high above is caribbean blue?❞

make your own kind of music; cass elliot

❝nobody can tell you there's only one song worth singing,

they may try and sell you 'cause it hangs them up to see someone like you.❞

sinking boat; infinity song

❝no safety in the riches, the glory, or the castle guard, 

the sunset cast a shadow over the boulevard...❞

the anchor song; bjork

❝underneath is all currents and drop my anchor,

and this is where i'm staying; this is my home.❞

sunny; boney m.

❝sunny, thank you for the smile upon your face—

sunny, thank you for the gleam that shows its grace.❞

corner of the earth; jamiroquai

❝so inspired of that, there's nothing left to do or say...

think i'll dream 'til the stars shine.❞

life & soul; the sundays

❝here on the shore, we're going to be,

here I go, it's all my sea, all my blue...❞

FOREWORD .ೃ࿐

˚ · . warnings¡!

HEAVY LANGUAGE USE

CAN WE GET MUCH HIGHER?

CANON-TYPICAL VIOLENCE & INJURIES

˚ · . notes¡!

SANJI X FEM!READER X ZORO FRANKY X ROBIN NAMI X VIVI

┊ ✧. mc is 19 pre-time-skip and 21 post-time-skip; all characters are their canon ages

✧. this fic will cover all of the one piece arcs! yes, all of them!!! however, it will be more of a  collection of scenarios than a fic with a continuous plot line!!

✧. this is a sanji x reader x zoro fic but its VERY slow burning! its more of an extra element bc i am in love with both of them #throuple

✧. any other ships are the ones i ship so i don't give a fuck if you don't because at the end of the day, this fic is a HUGE passion piece that is very self-indulgent

✧. mc's fighting style and weapon choice are based off the peruvian/incan fighting style rumi maki and incan weapon boleadoras bc i am a proud peruvian :9

started: 10.06.2024

ended: n.a.

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[justrainandcoffee]

Inner demons (Alfie Solomons x fem!oc)

“They gave me a free pass to kill and I enjoyed it...”

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Summary: It's 1917. Alfie and the men under his charge were allowed to return home. The war isn't over, but it's for him. At least physically. His wife found him one night sat in front of fireplace, he's mentally lost back in France. "Tell me a story about a man tortured by his own thoughts," his mind says "I'll tell you the story of Alfie Solomons."

Warnings: PTSD. Mentions of war. Blood. Murder. Suicide. Angst. Hurt/comfort.

Words: 1.5k

1917

"Captain, captain! It's Jacob Craig!! Captain!"

In his dreams, Alfie is following one if his men. Out of the trenches, a young soldier named Jacob is lying on the ground his whole body is shaking and Alfie can see why. His left leg is no there anymore and around him there's only blood.

"I'm…I'm so-sorry cap-captain."

"It's okay, soldier, you're fine. You're fine." Alfie put a hand on his shoulder and tried to not look at his missing leg.

"Te-tell my mum I lo-love her."

"I will."

Jacob Craig, only 19 years old, died no longer after. He was just a kid. Alfie wanted to yelled while some of the men put the corpse next to the others. He didn't have a chance to become a man, to have a family, to live a long life. Jacob Craig was one of the many that didn't have the chance to return home. His thoughts travelled to London. There, in a nice house in Camden Town, his wife was waiting for him. Alfie didn't know if he will be able to see her again.

A bomb exploded next to him and he ducked. When you're in a battlefield there's no time for sentimentalism. You kill or you die. Alfie grabbed his rifle and shot.

Next to him, his wife is sleeping but Alfie can't. His mind is torturing him, his nightmares are chasing him like a predator. He can name every single man who died under his watch. Not just Jacob Craig, there was a Kyle, a Christopher, an Andrew, a Derek… and so many more. You can hide if you want to, but you can't hide from your own mind.

Alfie was always an impulsive person, using the violence to be feared and respected was part of his nature. The problem is that the war increased that. He had to survive to return home and he knew what to do. But now in his mind there were not only the voices of his men, but also his enemies. The ones he killed with his own hands.

Back in 1914, before the war, he thought that returning home it'd be easy. But it wasn't. He was back, it's true, and it was more than millions could say, but the price he had to pay…

He goes to their living room. Alfie sits down in front of the chimney and watches the fire. It's hard to control himself. It's hard to pretend that everything is fine, when everything is not fine.

"Please, please… spare my life."

The voice of a man he never knew appears in his memories. Alfie can see his uniform in his mind. It was an Italian. 'A fucking wop'.

Alfie didn't spare his life. He took it and now the spirit of the Italian soldier lives forever in his conscience.

The rage he's carrying is too much. Too strong. "Tell me a story about a man tortured by his own thoughts, mom." His imagination says. And another voice responds: "I'll tell you the story of Alfie Solomons."

Anibal González was a good man. One of his best friends while they were there. Son of a Peruvian couple, Anibal was raise in England when both of his parents moved to Europe. Anibal was a funny man, full of good intentions who just wanted to live in the countryside and have a farm. That was before he blew up his brain after two years in the front. Alfie tried to stop him, but he couldn't.

He hides his face in his hands. "Make it stop… make it stop…"

"Al?" her soft voice, makes him turn around to see her. "Alfie, what's happening?"

"Ghosts… I can see them. They can see me. They're haunting me. All of them."

His hands are shaking and she put hers over his. Alfie is not the same and she can see that. His eyes are now always scrutinizing the surroundings. He's alert all the time and he can't sleep, like now.

"I don't want to hurt you, Rosie. I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't, Al."

"No, you don't understand. I know I'm 'ere, I know I'm safe now and I know who ya're… but it requires a lot of strength to reminding myself that. I need to tell me all the time that I'm not in the trenches. That there aren't wops here… only you. But I'm afraid that one day I won't be able to distinguish between ya and an enemy, between this house and the battlefield. I-… I'm terrified of hurting you. Of killing you, because my mind is damaged."

Rose caresses his face. Her poor Alfie. In her whole life she never saw him that bad… broken. Fuck those who dared to hurt him. She doesn't need a reminder to know that her husband isn't a good man, but Rose knows her husband is incapable of doing anything against her. And the proof is in front of her. Even broken, Alfie's biggest fear isn't his well-being but hers. The man she loves is terrified of hurting her because his mind isn't the same.

She hugs him and he hides his face against her body. Rose strokes his hair. "We'll face this together, Al. As always. Even if it takes you ages. I don't care. I'll be here."

"If I hurt ya, I will kill myself, ya know that, right? I fuckin' shoot myself."

"And I'm going to stop you before you can do it. You're my everything, Al. I know you better than I know myself. True that I don't know what did you experience in France, what did you see but I know how strong you are. And this is only…"

"They gave me a free pass to kill and I used it. I enjoyed it," he interrumpts. Alfie looks at her "I know I can't stop now. My nightmares, luv, are red and the voices keep claiming blood. Over and over again."

She notices that he's trembling again and holds him even tighter: "I wish we'd have the chance to run far away from here. I wish those who sent you there die cruelly. Alfie, I can't change the past. But I'm ready to this new present. If hypothetically you kill someone else… Do you think that will scare me? The day you arrive here covered by blood then I'll prepare a bath to help you to clean yourself. I'll stitch your wounds. I'll kiss your bruises. I'm not scared of you. But I'll help you to fight that urge, no matter what. Listen, I said I know you better than I know myself and it's true and since it's true, I know you're incapable of hurting me even if your voices are screaming at you."

In the house there's only the two of them. As always the two of them. Their dog called Fancy is sleeping next to the door. The sound of the fire is only interrupted by the sound of their breathing.

"I love ya, pet."

"I know. And I love you, too Al."

"I'm tired. It's just it. I'm tired of everything. Ya think it'll pass?"

"Everything always pass, Alfie. One day this will be a distant memory."

"Probably."

They remain in silence once again. When Rose watches at him again, she sees him sleeping on her. The woman caresses his hair slowly.

"They gave me a free pass to kill and I enjoyed it." His words are engraved in her mind now. If hell is a real place then Alfie's soul already has a room for him there. But he was not going to go alone there. If she had to sell her own soul to be with him then she's ready to make a deal with the devil himself if that meant to be with him forever.

Alfie sleeps with his head on her lap. He's dreaming again. He's in France but this time his wife is there, right in front of him while he's ready to use his rifle. Alfie's hands are shaking and is bitting his lower lip. He sees her smiling at him and before he'd realise what's happening, the gun fells on the ground. For the first time in his dreams he's not hurting anyone. Rose is right: he's incapable of hurting her even in his nightmares. The demons in his head scream but he's not listening to them. In the dreams, Alfie smiles at her too.

[warmcupofbloodinfusedcoffeebeans]

Pinned Post needed some updating.

Hi! I'm Aipiri Aquayey, I'm a Native American Marxist Leninist Maoist, Principally Maoist. I'm transfeminine and engage in a lot of transfeminine and Marxist politics, so be warned. I am a Marxist-Feminist and have politically been identified as a Rad-Fem, albeit I am staunchly against TERFist politics.

I engage in kink, fetish, and other NSFW content at times, so Minors DNI, if your age is not in your bio, if you are vague about your age, etc, please DNI. (Exceptions for strictly political interactions.)

I am PRO:

New Afrikan National Liberation

Proletarian Revolution

Abolishment of Men as an Oppressor Class

Malcolm X

And more!

My reading list:

Refutation of the Dogmato-Revisionist Tendency of "Hoxhaism" Beat Back the Dogmato-Revisionist Attack on Mao Tsetung Thought, I (marxists.org)

enver-hoxha-refuted.pdf (redlibrary.xyz)

Legitimization of Maoism as a Third, Higher stage of Marxism.

(Obviously have to put Interview with Chairman Gonzalo here) redlibrary.xyz/works/pcp/interview-with-chairman-gonzalo.pdf

Marx, Engels and Lenin on the Dictatorship of the Proletariat (marxists.org)

Ready? Go!

S01-MLM-Basic-Course-Revised-Edition-10th-Printing.pdf (foreignlanguages.press)

(ARAK Activist Study ^)

fundamental-documents.pdf (redlibrary.xyz)

fundamental documents of the Peruvian Communist Party (Shining Path)

I encourage all of you to read much, much more than this! Marxists must read constantly and consistently, but must also put their reading into practice. I am open to conversation, but please don't expect me to immediately respond and especially not to bullshit arguments.

Expect me to call you out on your misogyny.

Explicitly Pro-Palestinian Liberation, and for the turning of the current genocide into a liberation of all of Palestine in a New Democratic revolution, to render it back into the hands of the Palestinian peoples.

TAGS: #commiegirl.txt

Textposts, probably political.

#puppygirl.txt

Textposts, probably horny.

#puppygirl.jpg

Selfies, probably horny

#commiegirl.jpg

Selfies, pictures, politically active pictures, propaganda, etc.

#commiegirlfeminist.txt

Feminist politics, definitely political.

Updated Spontaneously.

[ollythepikman]

Overwatch hc list updated

Ana: cishet, ally she/her, race/ethnicity/idrk: Egyptian

Ashe: bisexual trans woman, girlflux, she/they/it, race/ethnicity/idrk: caucasian

Baptiste: bisexual (canon) pref to men, demisexual, he/him, race/ethnicity/idrk: Haitian, black

Bastion: cishet, ally, they/it/he, race/ethnicity/idrk: omnic

Brigitte: genderdoe, pansexual, she/fae, race/ethnicity/idrk: black, Swedish, Irish, Scottish

Cassidy: trans man, bisexual (no pref), he/him but doesn’t mind they/them, race/ethnicity/idrk: Hispanic, Caucasian, black

D.va: intersex, bi-curious she/her race/ethnicity/idrk: Korean, Japanese, Indian

Doomfist: cishet legit doesn’t care who you like as long as you don’t mess up his plans he/him, race/ethnicity/idrk: Nigerian

Echo: agender, aroace, it/its race/ethnicity/idrk: omnic

Genji: trans man, queer, he/they, race/ethnicity/idrk: Japanese

Hanzo: dragongender, man, gay (mlm) he/him, race/ethnicity/idrk: Japanese

Illari: trans masc, demigirl, sungender, lesbian, she/it/sun, race/ethnicity/idrk: Peruvian

Junkrat: trans man, pansexual, hypersexual, he/rat/bomb/boom/tnt/fire race/ethnicity/idrk: Australian, wasain

Junkerqueen: cis, bisexual (pref women), she/queen/crown, race/ethnicity/idrk: abroiginal

Kirkio: trans nonbinary, Lesbian (nblw), she/fox, race/ethnicity/idrk: Japanese, Caucasian, black

Iifeweaver: nonbinary/genderqueer pansexual (canon) he/she/they/flower/life race/ethnicity/idrk: Vietnamese, Indian, Chinese

Lúcio: trans man, pansexual, aspec, he/frog/music, race/ethnicity/idrk: Brazilian, black

Mauga: cis, pansexual, frayromantic, he/him, race/ethnicity/idrk: Haitian, Jamaican, Caribbean

Mei: trans woman, pansexual, asexual, demiromantic, she/her race/ethnicity/idrk: Chinese

Mercy: angelbodiment, lesbian, she/heal, race/ethnicity/idrk: Swedish, Latina

Moira: trans woman, lesbian she/it/they, race/ethnicity/idrk: Irish, Scottish, Kalaallit

Orisa: pangender, pansexual, she/her, race/ethnicity/idrk: omnic

Pharah: cis, butch lesbian (canon), she/they, race/ethnicity/idrk: Egyptian, black

Ramattra: nonbinary man, gay (mlm), aroace, he/they race/ethnicity/idrk: omnic

Reaper: cis, a bi in denial, he/him, race/ethnicity/idrk: Cuban

Reinhardt: cis, bi (pref women), he/him, race/ethnicity/idrk: German, Russian

Roadhog: agender/man, gay (mlm), he/it, race/ethnicity/idrk: Australian, aboriginal

Sigma, voidessc, man, gay (mlm), aroace, he/him, race/ethnicity/idrk: Dutch

Soldier76: cis, gay (mlm) (canon), he/him, race/ethnicity/idrk: w h i t e

Sombra: Demigirl, sapphic, she/fae/any tech prns, race/ethnicity/idrk: Cuban, Mexican

Symmetra: trans woman, aro, het, she/her, race/ethnicity/idrk: Indian

Torbjörn: cishet, ally but doesn’t rlly understand, he/him, race/ethnicity/idrk: Swedish

Tracer: quickgender, lesbian (nblnm) (canon), she/all neos, race/ethnicity/idrk: British

Widowmaker: agender fem, bisexual, asexual, she/it, race/ethnicity/idrk: French, black

Wistion: cis, aroace, he/they, race/ethnicity/idrk: gorilla

Wrecking ball: cishet, he/him, race/ethnicity/idrk: hampter

Zarya: cis, bisexual (in the closet) she/her, race/ethnicity/idrk: Russian

Zenyatta: nonbinary, aroace, any/all, race/ethnicity/idrk: omic

[vivixrocks]

Intro post finally

Hello my name is Maiiangan. I am forcing myself to make this and I am a Japanese, Peruvian and Native American digital, musical artist and game developer.

My pronouns are any but I prefer it/its.

My other blogs are:

@imaje-eyedoll (character ask + aesthetic blog)

@oneslurdating (character ask + game dev)

@make-a-yandere (create yandere characters)

@mikudesigns

Here are some websites I reside on:

Neocities (personal website)

Itchio (my games)

Artistree (commissions)

Soundcloud (my music)

Pixiv

Pinterest

Twitter

Youtube

Deviantart

Instagram

Do not interact if

- Are pro-life (I am not in the mood to argue if I’m on tumblr)

- Support Israel (Socially and Economically, the latter can be hard but please boycott companies that do)

- Have not entered High school (my content is not appropriate for your age)

- radfem (dude fuck off! I am not trans fem but I will not tolerate hate against them)

- gay against groomers (drag queens aren’t groomers stupid, neither was I groomed into being trans)

I’ll add more shit soon to this. I’m just super t ired and I rather post my art.

[mangora]

I’m thinking about Disventure Camp again here are my Headcanons (last names, sexuality, etc; lmk if any of these are wrong, canon things will be asterisked)

Aiden: Aiden Cadena, Colombian/Mexican, he/they, trans man*, demiromantic gay man*, autistic

James: James Castillo-Dominguez, Afro-Brazilian*, he/him, cis man but he hasn’t put much thought into it, pansexual*, has ADHD

Yul: Yul Chou, Korean*, he/him, cis man (closeted genderqueer), gay (closeted), has NPD

Rosa Maria: Rosa María Vazquez-Echevarria, Mexican*, she/they, AFAB* demigirl, pansexual

Lake: Lake Müller*, German*, she/bun, AFAB demigirl, asexual lesbian*, has OCD and autism

Riya: Riya Varma*, Indian*, she/her, trans woman, bisexual

Connor: Connor Martinez, Western European/Spanish, he/him, cis man, bisexual

Oliver: Oliver Burgess, African Canadian/Western European, he/him, trans man, straight asexual, autistic

Tess: Teressa Haku, Japanese/British, they/she, afab fem-presenting agender, poly arospec bisexual*, has MDD

Hunter: Hunter Murphy, Scottish, he/they, amab masc-nonbinary (closeted), poly pansexual*, autistic and has ADHD

Ally: Alice Olsen, Western European, she/they, trans woman, poly bisexual*, has ADHD

Karol: Karol Ortiz-Aguilar, Mexican/Peruvian, she/her, cis woman, aroace-spec lesbian*, autistic

Maggy: Margaret* O’Connor, Irish, she/her, AFAB demigirl, panromantic asexual, autistic and has SAD

Kai: Kai Tanjung, Indonesian, all pronouns, AMAB pangender, pansexual, has depersonalization disorder and chronic pain

Edit: Edited Rosa Maria and James’ ethnicities since I just found out they have canon ones!

[pittoresko]

"Tapada limeña" (19th Century) by Francisco Fierro (1807-1879), Peruvian painter.

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Tapada limeña (means "Liman [fem.] covered one") was the denomination used at the time of the Viceroyalty of Peru and the first years of the Republic to designate the women in Lima who covered their heads and faces with comfortable silk, revealing just one eye.

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[south-park-rq]

Meet Craig

﹒˚ ₊ ︵﹒⊹ ๑ ︵︵ ๑ ⊹﹒︵. ︵﹒⊹ ๑ ﹒˚ ₊

NAME: Craig Tucker

NICKNAME(S): none

AGE: chrono10, trans7

GENDER: trigender, male, pupboygender, cutething

PRONOUNS: he/pup/cute/love/🐶/🐾/🎀

ORIENTATION: gay

CISIDS: autistic, ASPD, BPD, mixed, white, peruvian, bilingual, black hair, blue eyes, tan skin, no empathy, no sympathy, species dysphoria

TRANSIDS: transHarmless, transSpecies, transHybrid, transDogEars, transDogTail, transPervert, ShotaBodied, transShota, transHyperverbal, transAbled, transGroped, transRoseboy, transWheelchairUser, transCaneUser, transHyperromantic, transMexican, trisObsessive, trisFP, permaShota, permaChild, permaBlush, nullBlood, nullOrgans

PARAS: AAM, 🐾, autoaptophilia, autobiastrophilia

SPECIES: human, transHybrid (human/newfoundland dog)

ROLE: swankid

TYPE: fictive

SOURCE(S): south park

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: single

PARTNER NAME: none

BOUNDRIES: none, go crazy

♡ LIKES: cute things, hamsters, puppies, hoodies, plushies, blankets, pink, skirts, dresses, validation, attention

X DISLIKES: mean people, gore, blood, medical stuff, vomit, reading

EXTRA: crossdresser, very very fem

﹒˚ ₊ ︵﹒⊹ ๑ ︵︵ ๑ ⊹﹒︵. ︵﹒⊹ ๑ ﹒˚ ₊

[babymousegirl]

As a Ms. Lous,

I read anything from idiots again,

from pnterwebs reaching Planet Earth,

anyway, idiot weenie Baal Saints

love, apparently and transparently,

Purple, me, and them with colors of earth

from Planet Fucking Earth of

2023 urban and rural word meanings ...

Fortunately, Ugnkle Nastygemz from

Peruvian Paradise of Secrets, {redacted]

is missing Violetxos from Idiots Stealing

Purple from love, colors of boys and colors of

girls, fem, fm, f, x, o, ar, etc,

Love,

Idiots of Me, andora Random Pronxs,

я , princessas y princessos

...

of colores de el no sé

lo siento

xoxoxoxoxoxo

LunaSolVerdeZ,

earth from Earth-Dwellong locars lovars,

inkuding sikho ammoras :)

nomenclatured

amora presents and presence

:) xo I love you; I loce tus(* uoy evol I ox (:

[parchmentedpetrichor]

➳ don't let him know ♡

in which y/n l/n is a certified gryffindor scaredy cat who bumps into fred in his shop, gets scared by a product, and catches the eye of a ginger headed monster. he takes an interest in her and invites her to watch a horror movie at his place to prove a point.

fred weasley x fem!reader

word count: ±1.3k

tw: horror movies, scary things, darkness, clowns

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- when playing it cool doesn't work

don't let him know

she was pretty sure he knew she would freak the hell out of her pants if she ever saw a picture of a killer clown. yet the stupid fearless annoying guy who laughed in her face when she got slightly paranoid about the darkness caused by the peruvian dark stuff insisted. in the most annoying way.

he knew she would freak the hell out. sure, she had been a gryffindor and a pretty well-known one, but she was probably just trying to be strong. plus, he liked her.

anyway.

y/n knocks at the door to a very interesting apartment. it has straight white walls and a dark oak door.

"ready to be a scaredy cat?" fred opens it with a grin.

y/n rolls her eyes, "no. i told you, the powder was just a little surprising, that's all."

fred would have completely believed her easy tone if it wasn't for the memory of her panicked voice calling out, "mister gingerman? uh, this is kinda a problem!!!" to him.

he put on 'it', settling back into the couch as she took off of her shoes and pulled her jacket closer to her.

"why's it so cold in here?" she shivers.

"is it?" fred's lips are smirking, "cold and scared?"

"oh shut up. i'm just saying."

truth is, she is cold, and she is scared. but fred likes the company of brave and ruthless women, she knows. he probably wouldn't even want to be her friend if he knew she was scared by spiders and death and murders.

she hops onto the couch, thankful that there's a blanket waiting for her. ignoring the way it smells of the ginger head next to her, she pulls it to her chin. y/n grabs a handful of popcorn and gulps it down as the movie begins.

she's utterly terrified. her eyes are wide with fear, her fingers trembling. a mild jumpscare appears and she shrinks. fred's engrossed watching her scared figure tremble, but he notices that she's very very embarrassed and decides it's not right, putting his amazing broadway acting to use.

he shivers as the clown comes on again, faking a scared look.

"h-hey, y/n, can we c-change the movie?" he asks meekly, lying.

she nods far too eagerly, "yeah!" she's thankful that she doesn't have to admit she's scared.

"o-okay."

he switches it quickly to 'F.R.I.E.N.D.S'. it's cute and light.

he feels her relax tenfold beside him. a smile is painted across her lips. she's laughing, and her eyes are no longer fearful.

fred decides he likes this much more than the scared version of her.

she turns her head awkwardly as a kissing scene comes up and fred can't help but laugh, shamelessly watching chandler and monica snog.

"seriously?" he chuckles.

"it just feels like the moment should be theirs. like we shouldn't be here- oh another one? can they NOT keep their hands off of each other?!!!"

he laughs, but it's drowned out by her laughter as phoebe says something utterly bonkers.

she's clapping, laughing uncontrollably. and he folds his arms.

because of course he's jealous. he wants to make her laugh like that, not a stupid movie character.

and as the clock ticks by, he notices her become drowsier and drowsier. finally, she slumps asleep, head supported by arm.

he thinks of moving her to the guest room but decides that if she does have nightmares, which would be completely his problem, she probably needed to wake in a more alive room. so he gently sweeps her up, and gently puts her in his bed, tucking the covers under her chin as she smiles subconsciously.

"scaredy cat, huh?" he whispers fondly.

"'m not," she automatically flounders, "you're stupid, big clown."

he finds her sleep talking utterly adorable. he can't think of why she would think being a scaredy cat is a bad thing. it's okay to have fears.

a boost of confidence suddenly runs through him as he realises she might want him to think she's tough and strong, trying to get him to at least like her as a friend.

his lips quirk into an odd smile at the very thought.

that would explain her embarrassed expression. and the way she suppressed her shivering.

but that also meant she wasn't comfortable around him. he frowns.

unable to resist, he pokes her shoulder continuously. she rolls around, annoyed and grumbling in her sleep, trying to dodge the poking.

finally, her eyes open wide, before her form relaxes as she realises a fire isn't actually happening.

"y/n?"

"mhm?"

"do you not feel very comfy with me?"

y/n ponders the question, "why?"

"well- you kinda seem on edge?"

"on edge?"

"like you're tryna hide something."

"huh?" y/n doesn't really want to explain it all to him, it seems really silly to her.

"i don't mind if you're scared of stuff, really," he smirks, "i find it cute."

"uh-erm, i-" she's rendered speechless, spluttering, "it's not cute! i'm a gryffindor, for godric's sake!"

"well, not all gryffindors need to be brave."

she narrows her eyes, flipping over with her back to fred, "now you're just insulting my womanhood."

"not all gryffindors need to be brave in an obvious way," he offers.

"that's a lil bit better. i-, i still wanna be brave and not fearful, but it's hard, if you know what i mean?"

his expression is bewildered, "wha?"

"never mind. so you don't really mind?"

"love, it's not a big deal."

she wonders if it's traditional english custom for all the people to call all the other people 'love'. apparently though, where she comes from, it's a mocking thing.

people say it when they go, "hey, love, stop being a jerk, won't you?" and "lovely, shut up." and "do us a favour and stop your ignorance, won't you, love?". it's meant as a sarcastic term.

so when fred says it ever so casually she nods and returns to her dreams. the problem is, she can't. the image of the clown is still imprinted in her head. fred's scribbling things down on a little desk.

she doesn't want to disturb him, so she quietly begins daydreaming. daydreaming about a nice love story.

sirius and remus would look good together, she muses, having seen pictures of the two standing side by side a little younger.

and sometimes, she thinks, a little creepily, of what it'd be like to have fred love her.

a small smile is on her lips as she creates little tales and images in her mind about the couples in her life.

cuties, she thinks about harry and ginny, guess the potter men have a thing for redheads. but redheads are kinda cute. ginny has the most beautiful features, ron has the nicest eyelashes, george has angie's love? if that counted- she chuckles to herself.

blushing a little, she admits in her head that fred has cute freckles, and whenever he wasn't up to no good, he has this sweet little smile on his lips.

percy's smart, charlie's got nice tattoos and bill has the best hair.

the exchange in her head doesn't go unnoticed by fred. he's confused by the little sighs of dramatic happiness she lets out and smirks. when a dainty blush paints over her cheeks he's got to say something.

"thinking of me, love?"

she really isn't listening, so she hums a "mmm" back and he laughs.

"you are?"

"huh?" her eyes snap back and she frowns.

"i asked," he says slowly, "if you were thinking of me."

she gives an awkward laugh, "nope! not at all! good try!"

and that, followed by another blush, is reason to fred that she might just be thinking about him.

"hey, y/n?"

"yeah?"

"i think about you a lot, too. probably more than you think of me."

[visbiscuit]

𝐿𝑒𝑡 𝑎 𝑇ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐹𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝐵𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑚 (saga masterlist)

Floriography is a language, the language of flowers. Floriography is an art that only true artists know how to embrace. Floriography has always been a lover's best friend and the power it holds can be far greater than the one of words. When furtive glances, lips raised in embarrassed smiles, and intertwined hands aren't enough, there's always a petal to act as a messenger to two young lovers. The challenge is to understand the message and live to receive another or perish in the desire to escape it.

MESSAGE FROM THE AUTHOR! Hello everyone and welcome to "Let a Thousand Flowers Bloom" a.k.a. the Bridgerton x Marvel crossover nobody needed. This is an idea that has been consuming me for weeks now and I decided to give it a try. In this Masterlist, you'll find various stories featuring some Marvel Men x Fem!Reader insert. They are all in the same Universe, so you'll find some easter eggs in them. You do not have to read every story in order to understand them all but if you do, you'll be able to get some insight on the main characters here. There is Lady Whistledown, but it's not who is in the series and books, I've got a nice surprise planned! This masterlist is under continuous updates and I plan to have a lot of stories here. Hopefully, this all comes together the way I've imagined it. Thank you for being interested in this project and happy reading!

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GENERAL WARNINGS! I am not an English native speaker. All stories contain the following: angst, fluff, smut (18+ !), sexist ideas, external links to pinterest, spotify, youtube, etc. These stories do not wish to be historically correct in any way. There are no description of ethnicity and body type, the images used are just for aesthetics and the best I found to fulfill my purpose. If you notice any physical description that implies a certain body type or/and ethnicity, please underline them to me and I'll correct them ASAP!

The Friends to Lovers trope.

(1) PERUVIAN LILY.

Alstroemeria, or Peruvian Lily, symbolizes devotion, a gift for a friend who has remained supportive through the ups and downs.

Lady Y/N Maximoff was afraid of what her past held. That's why she always looked to the future, running away from the memories that obliterated her mind at night. She was looking for a safe place to curl up and try to move forward. She would never look back again. Viscount Steve Rogers lived as a function of his past. Every action, every thought, every slightest change of opinion was due to what he tried to hide in his shattered heart. Lady Y/N only wanted a friend by her side who would not judge her and who would turn a blind eye to her pain. Lord Steve just wanted someone who would love him wholeheartedly, someone who would also love his past.

pairing: Viscount!Steve Rogers x Dowager(Mom)FemReader general warnings: heavy angst, death, sexist behavior, fluff, smut, pietro maximoff is dead, wanda is younger than pietro, pregnancy

The Enemies to Lovers trope.

(2) CAPE JASMINE. [ unpublished ]

Gardenia, or Cape Jasmine, holds various meanings. Perhaps, the most fitting is the one of "secret love", along with "purity"

Duke James Barnes was deeply bored. Bored with everything around him. Even the companies that had supported him for years were starting to get to him. The magic of love had captured all of his closest friends and there was nothing he could do to stop it. His only goal was to find something to keep him going and not die in his own adrenaline craving. Y/N Y/L/N was a simple woman with an unconditional love of high class and a keen talent for writing. Mixed with a bit of curiosity, the one desire she had in her life was to write a book, inspired by the strong women of her time, including Lady Whistledown. The only way she could find material to include in her writing was to crash the endless balls that would occur during that social season. How to do it and what would have happened if she had succeeded?

pairing: Duke!James Barnes x Lower Class!FemReader general warnings: angst, sexist behavior, love/hate relationship, smut, fluff, fluffy-haired bucky, comedy

The Beauty and The Beast trope. ( partial plot thanks to @loving-barnes )

(3) HONEYSUCKLE. ( unpublished )

Lonicera, or Honeysuckle, represents devoted affection, bonds of unprecedented love.

The Honourable Y/N Fury had always lived in the shadows of every member of her family. Her mother had been a perfect dancer, she seemed to have two left feet. Her father had been a man who was always dedicated to his work, she always had her head somewhere else. And her twin sister, oh her sister Nicolette, was just…incredibly and annoyingly flawless. Everything she did came across as graceful and genuine, from a simple smile to a twirl. Once they entered society, Y/N knew she would always be second best and would certainly not find a husband when she debuted. Part of her hoped that someone would look in her direction and not get trapped in Nicolette's magnetic eyes, but it was a pipe dream and, more importantly, unattainable. At least that's what she believed. Then, one look caressed her entire figure and Y/N burned.

pairing: Prince!Loki Odinson x The Honourable!Fem Reader general warnings: heavy heavy heavy angst, slowest burn ever, death, shameless smut, fluff, sexist behaviour

MORE STORIES COMING SOON!!! IF YOU WISH TO BE ADDED TO THE TAGLIST, LEAVE A COMMENT!

[monako-jinn-stories]

Echo X Fem!Reader FanFic

A Returning Echo ~ Before the Citadel

Just a little note, I use the name “Uma” in here, which is the word for leader in Quechua, the language of the Quechua peoples who (primarily) live in the Peruvian Andes!

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Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty Two

Chapter Twenty One

You woke up to blinding lights and a breathing mask on your face. You laid still for a second, regaining your senses and allowing yourself to process everything. Once you realized where you were, you ripped the mask off and sat up abruptly.

“AHHHH! KARK!” You yelled, tears coming to your eyes as the pain of your movement engulfed you. You sucked in a harsh breath and winced at the increased pain it brought.

Echo immediately woke up to your yell and relief flooded him as he realized you were finally awake, before he panicked over your shouts.

“Woah, take it easy, y/n,” he said while reaching over and trying to get you to lay back down.

“I’m fine!” You snapped, pushing his hand away from you. You looked at him in a glare before you realized what you’d done, and your face immediately fell apologetic.

“Sorry,” you said quickly, noticing his hurt expression. “I just…it only briefly hurt.”

His eyebrows came together slightly as if he was questioning whether to believe you or not before he sat back down in his chair.

“What happened to me?” You asked, bringing a sore arm up and placing your hand on your head. “The last thing I remember is being on a ledge and fighting droids when a cannon blast hit.”

“That’s essentially it,” Echo shrugged. “After the blast hit, you fell to the ground and were knocked unconscious. Sans saw it happen and ran over to you. He immediately got you on a ship with Aid and a pilot took you back to the venator. Your admiral then sent you back here on a medical transport. You were in critical condition when you arrived, y/n. If they wouldn’t have brought you back right away…” he trailed off, looking down at his hands in his lap.

“Hey,” you said, “I’m alright, aren’t I?”

He looked up at you and gave you a sad smile.

“I guess, considering the alternative. You’re lucky you don’t have more broken bones. Just a broken rib and arm. I don’t know how it’s possible, from how Sans described the fall.”

“Maybe something to do with the force?” You suggested. “It’s likely that I tried to at least slow my fall before I hit the ground, so maybe the impact wasn't that bad?”

“That might make sense, but I’m not an expert on the force, so I couldn’t tell ya.”

He was quiet for a moment, and you could see him holding back tears. He fidgeted with his fingers before speaking again.

“I almost lost you, y/n,” he muttered.

“But you didn’t, now come over here,” you said, patting the bed beside you.

He looked up at you before crawling onto the bed next to you. He gently pulled you into him and laid down, not wanting to ever let go.

“Please,” he muttered, “be more careful out there. I can’t go through something like this again. I was scared out of my mind. I love you so much, y/n.”

You snuggled closer into him, trying to bring him comfort. You wanted to reassure him that you weren’t going anywhere, that it would always be you and him, always by each other’s sides.

“I promise I’ll try to be safer, but I’m not going to stop fighting, if that's what you want.” You knew deep down that’s what he really wanted, but you would never leave the war while you could still fight. It wasn’t an option.

“But you have to promise to be safer as well,” you said looking up at him. He held your gaze for a second before responding.

“I will,” he said before he gently leaned down and your lips met. The kiss was full of passion and fear and relief. You felt every emotion that he had felt while you were unconscious flow from him. It hurt you to know how much pain he had been in. No one deserved to feel that way, especially not someone who had been through as much as him or any other clone. He had lost so many brothers already, and the last thing you wanted was to be the next person for him to lose.

“I brought you a little surprise,” he said when you separated. You gave him a questioning look before he leaned over and grabbed something. He glanced over his shoulder with a smirk before he swung around and something hit your face.

“Hey!” You said, looking down to see Marvin sitting in your lap. Echo chuckled beside you and you playfully glared at him. “I guess I’ll just cuddle Marvin then,” you said while turning your back to Echo and laying down.

A second after you got comfortable, Echo’s arms snaked around your body and you felt him rest his head behind your neck. He placed gentle kisses there, his strong hands gently rubbing circles on your stomach.

“I heard you got sick while on Dohbar,” he mumbled.

“It was nothing. Just nerves after me and Kwol’s fight.”

“Well, at least you two made up. Either way, we’re in a medbay, if you want to talk to a nurse-“

“Echo, it was nothing. I’ve gotten sick plenty of times from nerves before. Plus, where or who would I even have gotten ill from? It’s the only explanation.”

“I suppose you’re right…” he said, his hand reaching up from your stomach to your chin. You felt him lean forwards as he turned your face to meet his. He placed another gentle kiss on your lips before leaning his forehead to yours.

“I hope I’m not interrupting anything,” Aid said as he walked into the room. Echo sat back and a slight flush came to his cheeks as the other clone smirked.

“Hey, Aid.”

“How are you feeling?” He asked, walking over to start removing medical equipment from you.

“Sore. Tired. I want to get out of here.”

“Well, I don’t blame you. I’ve been here a lot as well, keeping an eye on you. Sans has been making me give hourly updates on you since he’s been busy with the shinies.”

“And have you actually been checking on me every hour or do you make stuff up?” You asked jokingly. Aid just met your gaze with his own serious look before he replied.

“General, sometimes I don’t think you understand how much we really do care about you in the 17th. Of course I actually checked hourly. Especially after you stopped breathing for a second-“

“Wait, she stopped breathing?” Echo asked, his eyes going wide. “Why didn’t I know about this?”

“It was on the transport here, she was stable - well, sort of - after that.”

“I don’t care when it was! I’m her riduur! I need to know these things!”

You turn your head to give Echo a questioning look at the unknown Mando’a word, and you miss how Aid looks at your ring finger and snorts.

“You’re not her riduur, at least not yet.”

“Either way, I will be some day, and I still deserve to know!”

“Hey! Stop arguing! It’s over now and you can’t change the past. If you don’t quit, I’m kicking you out,” you interrupted. Echo opened his mouth to argue but you gave him a stern look and he grumbled to himself while turning to glare at Aid again.

“Let me do a quick exam to see how you’re doing, and you may be able to go back to the temple,” he said while walking over to you. He motioned for Echo to get up, and he reluctantly did, and you smacked his arm when he stuck his tongue out at your medic.

“I need to check your ribs,” he said, before casually adding, “you’ll have to take off your top.”

“No, no way,” Echo said.

“Relax, ARC-y, her chest can stay covered, it’s one of her lower ribs that’s broken.”

“It’s fine, Echo. Nothing my men haven’t seen before.”

“Fine,” he said after a moment. “And don’t call me ARC-y.”

“Someone’s got a stick up his butt,” Aid mumbled to you, making you giggle.

“He just hasn’t gotten any action lately, you know, since I’ve been gone and unconscious.”

“I don’t need to know about that part of your life,” Aid said, pulling back to give you a disgusted look. He gently undid your bandage wrap, putting slight pressure to feel the bone. You hissed in a breath and scrunched your eyebrows together as he did, trying to ignore the pain as he felt around the bone.

“Okay, it feels like you’re good to leave, but you’re nowhere close to being fully healed. I’m going to put a new wrap around your body and you can take it off when you shower tonight. Please shower, you smell.”

“Oh shut it.”

“I’m kidding, I'm kidding! But when you do take it off, make sure you put it back on. Oh, and no getting back into fighting just yet-“

“What? I just got back from being sidelined!” You complained.

“Yes, but this time you have a legitimate reason to be out, and you’re in no condition to fight. I’m not going to let you risk hurting yourself more, so until I say so, you’re staying out of the war.”

“I’m your general, I don’t have to listen to you.”

“As the battalion's best medic, when it comes to the health of the men, including you, I outrank everyone. So, I get to give the orders, and I order you to stay off the battlefield.”

“This is so unfair!” You swung your legs over the side of the bed and pushed off to stand. Your knees buckled under you after not having been used for three days. Echo was thankfully close by, quickly catching you in his arms.

You wanted to yell. You were tired of not doing what you wanted. You didn’t want to need help like this. This shouldn’t have even ever happened, it wasn’t fair. None of this was fair.

“Y/n?” Echo asked gently, his eyes full of concern. You had tuned out what he and Aid were saying, having gone into your own mind. “Let me help you back-“

“I don’t want help!” You say a little too loudly, pushing out of his hold.

“Darling-“

“No! I just-just…let me figure this out!” You say before leaving the room in a hurry. Echo followed quickly, his concern only growing.

“Y/n, please. You’re hurt, you need to rest-“

“Stop! Just stop it! I’m not a kriffing baby!” You yelled, turning around to look at him. “What don’t you understand about me telling you to let me figure this out?”

“I just wanted to help-“

“Really? Because helping would be listening to me and backing off!”

“Well, sorry that I don’t think leaving you by yourself right now is the best idea,” he said, starting to get angry himself.

“That’s not your decision to make! It’s mine! I make decisions for myself!”

“Really? If we just let you make your own decisions, you would already be back out on the battlefield and you’d probably get yourself killed! I mean, look at what happened to you! You almost died because of your own decisions!”

“My own decisions? I didn’t decide to get shot by a cannon blaster!”

“You put yourself in a vulnerable position though! You decided to do that!”

“I made a decision that would best help my men! A decision that kept most people from injury!”

“But it resulted in you being injured!”

“At least it was me and not a bunch of my men!”

“You could have died!”

“But I didn’t! So just kriffing drop it, Echo! Get the Kark over it!”

“Really? You want me to just drop it and get over it? As if it didn’t scare the hells out of me?”

“Yes! Gods, Echo! Just get over it!”

“I can’t kriffing believe you,” he muttered to himself, running a hand over his face.

“You can’t believe me? You know what, just kriff off and leave me the kriff alone!” You yelled at him before turning and storming away.

Everything was starting to overwhelm you. The last few weeks had been anything but good. Right when it all had seemed to start becoming great, it came crashing down. The time on Dohbar hadn’t been the nice vacation you had hoped for. You’d been worried about the war, wondering how everyone back on Coruscant was, trying not to think about how Echo might have gone on a mission and wouldn’t be coming back. Your mind was extremely clouded, and all you felt like you could do was run.

And so you did.

You went to the hangar, jumped on a speeder, and flew out. You didn’t know where you were going, but you didn’t care. You just kept flying, letting your mind guide you and take you where it wanted.

You wanted to run to Codo, to be the little Padawan again who crawled into her master's arms for comfort. You wanted him to hold you while you meditated together, fighting off the harsh words of the king and queen. You wanted to feel safe, to feel heard and understood. But you weren’t a child anymore, you were a Jedi master yourself. You couldn’t run back to him, you had to deal with your emotions alone.

Your comm was going off, people were trying to reach you. When you got tired of it, you ripped it off your arm and threw it, not caring where it landed or if it broke. Someone also might try and use it to track you, and you just needed to be alone right now. You needed to figure this out yourself.

After flying around for a little while, you decided to park the speeder somewhere and walk around. You weren’t familiar with the area you were in, but you didn’t care. You were a Jedi, you could protect yourself. You could make your own decisions, despite what Echo thought.

What Echo thought. Had you been too harsh with him? He was only trying to help, trying to keep you safe, but he wasn’t giving you space. The more you thought about it, the more you started to regret how you’d acted. You reached to turn on your comm and talk to him, to meet him somewhere to apologize, but there was no commlink on your arm. You cursed to yourself, having forgotten you threw it away.

“What’s a pretty Jedi like you doing in these parts?” A familiar voice asked. You turned to see Cad Bane leaning against a building. His head was tilted down and you could barely see his face from under the brim of his hat.

“None of your business,” you responded before beginning to move away. Unfortunately, Bane wasn’t putting up with your avoidance tonight. He could tell something was up and this piqued his interest. Being the annoyingly persistent bounty hunter he was, he pried at your thoughts.

“Now now, little lady. You can talk to me. What's got your mind cloudy?”

“I don’t need to talk to anyone, I need to be left alone!” You yelled, spinning to face him. His red eyes held your gaze before he reached a hand out to lightly grasp your shoulder.

“Jedi aren’t supposed to be so emotional,” he said, and you roll your eyes and try to shrug him off, but he tightens his grip. “I’m not going anywhere until you tell me what happened.” His sudden change of mood towards you was strange. He’d never seemed to show much care for you before, so you were suspicious of what his intentions were. You held his gaze for a second before giving in, nodding towards a bench a few feet away. You sit down, and he patiently waits for you to start talking.

“Everything’s just been so kriffing awful lately. I was sidelined, I got into an argument with my friend, we made up but I was on Dohbar for four standard weeks and it was so stressful. I mean, the days were good and fun, but I was constantly worried about the war and everyone here. And then I got called back early, going straight into battle, ending up with me falling and breaking a rib and my arm, as you can see,” you said while motioning with it. “I was unconscious for a few days, and I only just woke up.”

“You shouldn’t be up and running around if you only just woke up,” he said, rolling the toothpick in his mouth.

“I know, I just…I had to get away. I got into an argument with someone, and it was just too much.” The memory of the scene replayed in your mind, and you felt awful again, remembering how angry you’d gotten at Echo for no reason.

“Little lady, you need to get back and rest up for your men. Come on,” he said while standing, holding his hand out to you, “let’s get you back to your speeder.”

“I don’t want to rest up!” You said, jumping up from the bench. “I want to go fight! I don’t need to rest up for my men, I need to lead them!”

“You can’t lead them if you’re dead,” he pointed out.

“I’m not dying, Bane! I’m just injured!”

“Well if you don’t want to rest up for your clones, then rest up for me,” he said, setting a serious gaze on you.

“You? Since when do you actually care about me?” You huffed, folding your arms over your chest. He sighed, giving you a tsk before he stepped towards you.

“Y/n Jinn, I swear you’re one of the smartest Jedi, but you can’t see the simplest things.”

“What do you mean?” You asked, cocking an eyebrow. Bane again sighed before speaking.

“How long have we been friends?” He questioned, “and I’m being serious. How long?”

“Longer than we should,” you replied, waiting to see where he was taking this.

“Y/n, we’ve been friends for a while now. When we need each other, we’re there. And I know we’re not buddies of any kind, but that doesn’t mean I don’t care about you, in my own way. Why do you think I wanted to listen to you?”

“To get some inside dirt on me for leverage?” You offered, and he rolled his eyes.

“You’re one of the few Jedi I happen to tolerate.”

“I feel so honored,” you replied sarcastically, which he just brushed off.

“Do you remember when we met?” He asked, causing you to scoff.

“Of course I do. You were trying to take me as ransom for the king and queen, but things didn’t go in your favor. You happened to choose the expendable princess, the one the king and queen didn’t care for. And I also happened to be a Jedi Padawan, so that didn’t work out well for you either.”

“I never told you, but when your parents-“

“They weren’t my parents,” you interjected, giving him a stern look. He held up his hands in defense before continuing.

“When the king and queen said that they would not be paying for your return, to just do as I pleased with you, I felt a little sympathy for you. It was strange, but I cared for some reason. Well, my version of caring, at least. That’s why I offered to spare you if you worked for me.”

“Well I guess you made a mistake then because I don’t work for you. I still beat your ass and escaped by myself though,” you countered.

“Yes, but you do occasionally work with me, which is the most I can ask for. And besides, you were a child, I was going easy on you.”

“I could still beat your ass today.”

Bane laughed at that, shaking his head.

“Normally I’d take on the challenge of fighting a Jedi, but you’ve been through enough recently. You need to rest, little lady.”

“I’ll rest tonight,” you countered. He shook his head again, a more serious expression now on his face.

“Rest. Come on.” His gaze was firm, his hand held out towards you again. You sighed and walked over, taking his hand in yours as he helped you onto the speeder.

“Hold on tight, I don’t want you falling off,” he said as he started it up. You rolled your eyes but grabbed onto him, letting him take you back to the temple.

“Thanks,” you said, him dropping you off just around the corner so as to not put himself in too much danger.

“Anytime, little lady,” he said, tipping his hat towards you before you turned. You sensed him fly away, and took the opportunity to try and sneak off instead of going inside.

“Inside the temple, not away from it,” a voice sounded from your commlink. You ignored it for a second before startling and looking at the device. You could have sworn you’d thrown it away earlier.

“I noticed you seemed to be missing one. Thought I might let you borrow mine. You can give it back next time we run into each other,” Bane said, and you huffed to yourself before walking inside the temple.

“Happy now?”

“No, I’m never happy,” he replied before the comm ended. You laughed slightly at that before deciding it would probably be best to find Echo and talk to him.

When you got back into the medbay and walked into your room, Echo was sitting in the chair next to the empty bed, knee bouncing as his hands were clasped in his lap. He looked up at you with slightly red eyes that filled with worry when he saw you.

“We’re not going to break up, are we?” He burst out. His words instantly crushed you, and you immediately wanted to comfort him.

“What, no! Echo,” you said, rushing over to him. You gently placed a hand on his cheek and wiped away the tears that were spilling down.

“Echo, I’m not going to break up with you. I love you, okay? I just…needed some space.”

“Are you sure?” He mumbled, grabbing your hand in his own. You smiled weakly at him and nodded, kissing his forehead.

“I promise I won’t leave you,” you whispered onto his skin. You pulled away and wiped another tear before looking towards Aid.

“So, doctor, how long am I supposed to rest for?”

“I’ll monitor you for six weeks. You should be healed by then. But, so that I can monitor you easier, you must stay on Coruscant.”

You let out a sigh and close your eyes, wanting to put up a fight but deciding against it.

“Okay, I’ll stay here. But at least let me help train the shinies?” You said, and he gave a small chuckle.

“That’s not my decision to make. You have to ask one of the big three.”

“Can you at least help me convince them?”

“I’ll do what I can, but no promises,” he agreed. “Oh, and you won’t have much time to prepare your argument, they’re on their way-“

“Y/n!” Sans said, bursting into the room. He had spread his arms out wide and was about to hug you before he froze. His excited expression fell and his arms dropped to his sides.

“I can’t hug you,” he said sadly.

“You can give me a side hug,” you suggested, turning your undamaged side towards him. He eagerly pulled you in, careful not to squeeze your broken rib.

“Hey! How come you get the first hug?” Steele said as he walked in, Hex following close behind.

“Because I was here first,” Sans said, sticking his tongue out at his brother.

“Move,” Steele said, shoving him away and engulfing you in his own careful hug. “These shinies, maker they’re so…shiny.”

“You we’re like that once too, you know?” You teased, causing him to pull away and pretend to glare at you.

“I was never a shiny. I was born a perfect soldier.”

“No you weren’t, you sucked the first battle we were in,” Hex said.

“I wasn’t feeling good that day,” Steele argued. You laughed, moving to let Hex hug you.

“They’re all di’kuts,” he whispered, “especially the ones the two others that are training the shinies.” You laughed again, stepping back to look at your boys. They all looked like a wave of relief had waved over them, and you couldn’t help but smile widely at them.

“You boys miss me enough to get wasted?” You asked, and they all perked up.

“Ooooh, she’s already back at it! That’s our general,” Steele said, slinging an arm around you.

“Is that really a good idea?” Echo asked, standing from where he’d been sitting.

“As long as she’s responsible, I don’t see anything wrong with it,” Aid said, pulling off his surgical gloves.

“You can come with us if you’re worried,” you said, pulling Echo close. He smiled down at you and opened his mouth to respond before he was interrupted.

“Actually, he can’t, sorry y/n,” Fives said, suddenly appearing in the doorway. “Glad to see you awake again. Unfortunately, the 501st is being shipped out, I came to collect our stray ARC-y.”

“Don’t call me that,” Echo said, slightly annoyed by the nickname.

“Ah, you say you don’t like it, but you didn’t like your name at first either,” Fives chuckled.

“I didn’t like you at first,” Echo responded flatly.

“But I grew on you, didn’t I?”

“Like a parasite.”

“I still grew on you!” Fives said, giving his brother a wink and fingers guns. Echo rolled his eyes and looked down at you.

“Be safe for me?” He said, running a thumb over your cheek.

“Me? You’re the one going into battle,” you teased, before adding, “I’ll be safe. But you have to be safe for me as well.”

“Anything for my darling,” he said, giving you a kiss before walking out with Fives.

“If I can’t be the man you marry, you better believe I’m being your man of honor,” Sans said.

“Sorry, Ahni already gets to be the maid of honor,” you laughed. “You can certainly be one of my brides men, though.”

“As long as I’m your favorite,” he said.

“Of course! Who else would my favorite be?”

At that comment, the three other clones in the room cleared their throats. You looked at them all, as they were giving you questioning looks.

“I’d say we’re pretty fair candidates for your favorite,” Hex said.

“Nope, not even close,” Sans retaliated.

“We’re way better than you,” Steele argued.

“That’s why I’m the commander?”

“She didn’t make you commander,” Steele said.

“Fine. Mesh’la, if you had to choose someone to be commander, who would it be? Me or Steele?” Sans asked, turning to you.

“Hex,” you responded.

“He wasn’t an option!” Steele said incredulously.

“You wanted to know who’d I make commander, and it would be Hex,” you shrugged, watching as Hex nudged his brother in the side.

“Hear that? She thinks I’m better than you.”

“Oh, you little shit-“ Steele said, grabbing Hex by the front of his undersuit. The two started wrestling around, grabbing and pulling at each other like children.

“Should we step in?” Aid questioned, watching the two with you.

“No, better let them get it out now so they don’t punch anyone at 79’s,” you responded.

“Help me, Sans!” Steele said as Hex tried to pull his ear.

“No, I think I’m good just watching,” Sans replied in a chuckle.

“You know she said Hex, that mea-OW!” Steele yelled as Hex bit his finger. He quickly grabbed Hex’s own finger and bent it back, earning a yelp from him. “That means she thinks Hex is better than you as well.”

Sans eyes narrowed at the comment, but he merely folded his arms over his chest.

“She never said that. And besides, I’m the commander, I’m the responsible one.”

Steele and Hex stopped their fighting to look at their commander before bursting into laughter.

“Responsible? You think you’re responsible?” Hex gasped while Steele roared with laughter.

“You’re nowhere close to being responsible,” Steele laughed. Sans clenched his fists at his sides before he walked over to the two, mumbling about how they’re in for it now. Steele yelped as Sans grabbed him, Hex immediately trying to pull him off.

“HELP ME AID!” Sans yelled, and Aid stepped back and put his hands up defensively.

“I think you can handle this yourself,” he said.

“AID, I AM YOUR COMMANDER!”

“But Heather thinks Hex would be better!” Steele said before Sans grabbed him again. Hex kept trying to pull Sans off of Steele, and he ended up being shoved and knocked into the table of medical tools.

“Hey! Watch it! Get out of here if you’re going to fight!” Aid said, shoving the others from the room. He reached down and pulled Hex’s arm, sliding him out the door after the others. You laughed as you watched, walking over to the medic.

“I’ll meet you boys at 79’s at 2000, okay?”

“Yup, we’ll be there. Though I can’t promise that some of us won’t be a little worse for wear.”

“As long as they’re not too hurt, it’s fine by me. Teach them a lesson, maybe,” you said, walking out and heading to your quarters.

Once you got to your quarters, you decided to follow Aid’s suggestion and take a shower. You stood in it for a while, enjoying the feeling of the soothing water running down your body. You instantly felt better, but when you looked at your body, you were littered with bruises. There were dark purple-almost black-spots around the area where your broken rib was, and some lighter colored patches scattered across the rest of you.

You moved your eyes from the group of clones descending the mountain, and when you did, your eyes found the sight of a cannon blast heading right towards you. You couldn’t even get a scream out, only being able to react by throwing out your arms in a weak attempt to try and slow it with the force, but it was too late. The ground shook, dirt and rocks clouded your vision and you felt yourself drop. Your arms were still extended as your body twisted in the air. You felt your body hit the ground on your right side, an instant numb feeling where your right arm should be. Your lung felt as though something was trying to tear into it, but before you could think of what it was, your vision went black and the sounds of battle faded.

You gasped, catching yourself as you fell forward, the now cold water bringing you back to your senses. You panted as you tried to calm yourself, the vision still visible every time you blinked. You quickly finished up your shower and grabbed your towel, running to your bedroom. You threw on your comfiest clothes, the arcade shirt to match Echo’s and a pair of undersuit bottoms you stole from Hex. Your hands were shaking the whole time, the shock of the sudden memory running through your veins.

Only when you heard a gentle knock on your door were you snapped from your mind. You composed yourself before you went and opened it, greeted by the sight of your former master.

“Codo!” You said, wrapping your arms around him in a hug. He cautiously hugged you back, avoiding putting too much pressure on your injured side.

“I sensed you were in distress, is everything alright my child?” He asked as you pulled away.

“I…remembered what happened,” you said, leading him inside. He followed behind you quietly, letting you talk. “It was like I was there again. Like I could see and hear it as if it was happening right in that moment. I felt the pain, heard the blasters around me. Sans’s scream…it’s still ringing in my mind.”

“Show me,” he said, grabbing your hands and bringing them up to his temples. You nodded and closed your eyes, fingers pressing into him as you focused on the memory. As it played through your mind, you pushed it out towards him.

Clones descending. Blast coming. Ground trembling. Body falling. Mind fading.

You couldn’t help the shudder that rolled over you as you heard Sans’s scream again, feeling the pain and fear in it.

“You’re very lucky,” Codo said when you lowered your hands.

“I know, I just don’t know how I’m not more hurt.”

“Well, whatever the reason, I’m grateful. Beyond grateful. When you were injured, I felt a disturbance. I was with the younglings, Ringo and Tayah coincidentally. They saw my reaction and immediately asked what was wrong. Ringo then said he felt funny, Tayah said something wasn’t right. Of course, I didn’t know whether you were alive or not, or what had actually happened. I told them someone we were close to must have had an incident, but not to worry. I believed in you, believed that you would be safe. Though I will admit, I was beyond worried. I couldn’t stand the idea of losing my only child.”

“I'm sorry for making you worry,” you said, hugging him again.

“Ah, do not apologize for making me worry, for I’m always worried about you,” he chuckled. “If you have your own Padawan someday, you’ll understand.”

“Ugh, I’d never want a Padawan,” you said, scrunching your nose at the thought. “I’d have to be responsible, and that’s not fun.”

“But you thought I was fun,” he pointed out.

“That’s different,” you said with a wave of your hand.

“How so?”

“Because you’re you, you can be fun and responsible.”

“I believe you could be as well if you tried,” he said.

“Trust me, I’m good. I’ve already got Sans to deal with, and when Hex gives me Steele duty. My boys are enough for me.”

“Sometimes we must take on responsibilities we are not prepared for, or have never considered. We must do our best with what we have to accept this responsibility and bring the most from it.”

“That’s a…strange thing to say,” you laughed.

“Something tells me you’ll need to hear it soon,” he responded before he stood up. “Come, let’s go to the gardens.” You took his hand in your own and let him lead you outside. You decided to not fight him on meditation this time, knowing that you wouldn’t be able to train anyway.

You spent the rest of the day with Codo before 1900, which is when you returned to your quarters to get ready for your night at 79’s with the boys. You quickly made up your appearance to how you thought looked best with your planned outfit. You slipped it on afterwards, and checked yourself in the mirror one last time. You were wearing the reversible dress Aleiah had made you, with the 17th battalion’s color showing. You’d debated whether to wear the 501st blue on the outside, but decided on your own battalion's color as you were going to be with them, and not Echo.

You were about to leave when you decided to try and comm him real quick. You waited for a few moments before you decided he was probably busy. You left him a ping and tossed your datapad onto your table, practically skipping from your room. You hadn’t been out with your boys in a very long time, and you couldn’t wait to see them all.

You quickly made your way through the temple to the hangar, jumping on the nearest speeder and flying out, almost running over Yoda in the process.

You arrived at 79’s faster than you probably should have, but you didn’t care. You eagerly jumped off and walked in, immediately met with the room filling with shouts for you.

“General Jinn!”

“Y/n!”

“She’s here!”

“Lookin’ good, General!”

“Over here y/n!”

You waved at them all, hugging the ones that approached you. They were all careful of your injuries, no doubt warned by Aid. You walked over to the bar and sat down, looking out at everyone. Many of them took turns approaching you and having a quick chat, some offering to buy you a drink, though you knew they’d just make the GAR cover the fee.

“What can I get you tonight, y/n?” The bartender asked.

“Oh, just a water.”

“Nothing fun?” He joked, grabbing the water pitcher.

“Someone’s gotta look after these boys, and something tells me Hex isn’t going to be sober,” you laughed, taking a sip and nodding a thanks.

“Mesh’la! You look absolutely stunning!” Sans said as he approached, Steele and Hex close behind.

“Thank you, Sans. You don’t look half bad yourself,” you teased, sending a flirty wink his way.

“Careful, you have a man already,” he joked back.

“Since when do you not like my flirting?”

“Oh, I do. Just wanted to remind you in case you forgot.”

“Please, as if I could forget Echo. Not with the way he-“

“No no! I don’t want to hear about that,” Hex said, shaking his head while you laughed. He walked up and got another drink, offering you a sip.

“No thanks, I’m not drinking tonight.”

“You need to stop lying to us,” Steele said, pointing to your glass of water behind you with a smirk. “You’re drinking that.”

“You know what I mean, di’kut.”

“Do I?” He chuckled, taking a drink from Hex’s glass that he had left unattended.

“Hey! I didn’t say you could have any!”

“Too bad,” Steele shrugged, the smug look still plastered on his face.

“So, where’s all the shinies at?” You said, looking out at the men.

“Oh, they’re huddled over there in that booth,” Sans said, jutting his finger behind him.

“Did you scare them into staying sober?” You joked.

“I didn’t, but Steele on the other hand,” Sans laughed. “He told them all his drunk stories, and Maker you should have seen the looks in their eyes.”

“I don’t think they’ll ever touch an alcoholic beverage in their life,” Hex added.

“I’m going to go introduce myself, I’ll be back,” you said, sliding off the bar stool. Sans immediately took your seat and grinned madly at the two clones beside him.

“Shot race!” He yelled, and they instantly started shouting for the bartender.

The shinies were talking among themselves, sometimes glancing out at the rest of the bar. Four of them were deep in conversation while a fifth was sitting on the end, quietly fiddling his thumbs.

“Hello,” you said as you reached them. They all looked up at you, and curiosity laced their eyes.

“Hello there darlin’, what brings you over to our squad?” The one in the middle asked. You raised a brow at him before you smirked, folding your arms over your chest.

“Thought I should introduce myself. My name is y/n Jinn, I’m the Jedi general of the 17th battalion.”

The boys around the booth instantly straightened up and saluted to you, all except the one in the middle.

“General Jinn? I see Commander Sans wasn’t exaggerating when he spoke about you,” he said, letting his eyes wander a little.

“Dude, what are you doing?” The clone to his left whispered. “Don’t you remember what else he said?”

“He said she doesn’t mind people flirting with her.”

“No, not that!” The clone on his other side said. “She’s already with someone, you di’kut. An ARC-Trooper, not to mention he’s from the 501st.”

“Kriff,” the flirty clone said, straightening up in his seat. “S-sorry, sir. That was very unprofessional of me, sir.”

“Oh don’t worry about it,” you said, waving it off. “Sans is really the only other person other than Echo that flirts with me. And please, first rule of the 17th battalion, don’t use formal titles. Just call me y/n.”

“Yes, y/n,” they all nodded.

“Okay, let me rephrase that,” you laughed, “don’t say anything formal. We’re a family here, not just a battalion. We’re equals, and just because someone is a higher rank or more experienced, that doesn’t mean they’re worth more than you.”

“Thank you, y/n,” a clone of the end closest to you said. The one on the other end, that had been silent before you came over, gave you a small smile and nod.

“Now, let’s get you shinies something to drink,” you grinned, waving over a server.

“Oh no, we’re fine,” the flirty clone said.

“Oh, don’t let Steele’s drunk stories scare you. You’ll only end up like that if you drink too much,” you laughed, passing them each a drink. They looked at each other nervously before they all took a sip.

“Woah, that was good!”

“Yeah, Kamino never had anything like this!”

“I’m glad you boys like them,” you said, and one scooted over and motioned for you to sit.

“So, should we introduce ourselves?”

“Of course!” You replied.

“My name is Uma, I’m the sort of leader of these boys. On my left here is Skipper. He only just got his name. Steele gave it to him when he kept skipping out on part of the training sessions, leading to him having to do extra,” Uma laughed.

“I just didn’t feel like running around the entire barracks twenty times in a row,” he shrugged, taking another drink.

“On my other side here is Bullseye. Not because he always gets the center of a target, more like he sucks at aiming and can barely hit the target at all.”

“Hey! I’m getting better!” He said defensively. “I’m just better when they’re moving so it’s more likely to hit.”

“That’s just luck,” the one on Bulleye’s left said. He turned to you and smiled widely.

“I’m Ripple. I got the name because I usually shoot droids in a line, so it causes a sort of ripple like effect with them all falling,” he said.

You turned to look at the last clone, the silent one, but he met your eyes only briefly before looking down.

“That there is CT-8364. He doesn’t have a name quite yet. He was also a transfer to our squad right before we graduated,” Uma explained. “He’s kinda quiet, we’ve thought about calling him Husher, but it doesn’t fit.”

You looked at the clone again and he was gazing out at the others in the bar. He wasn’t paying attention to the conversation at the table, instead you could feel his mind elsewhere. You hoped he would be able to find a home here, make some friends.

You sat and talked with them for a little while longer before getting up and making your rounds, speaking to everyone at least once. Sans, Hex, and Steele got gradually more drunk, and you had to keep an eye on them as you drifted around.

About an hour or so after you’d left the group of shinies, someone suddenly spoke up, and you were surprised by who it was. You looked over to see Tie with his arm thrown around the silent clone’s shoulder, a drunken smile plastered to his face.

“Hey everyone! Our last shiny’s got a name now! Wanna introduce yourself to everyone?” Tie said, giving his brother a grin.

“M’name’s Lightweight! Because I’m a lightweight!” He said cheerily, sloshing the drink in his cup. Tie laughed before raising a glass in cheers, clinking it with Lightweight, and downing it all. You didn’t think you’d seen Tie that happy since before Bomber died, and you never thought you would again. It filled you with joy to see him back to his old self, or close to it. He missed Bomber more than anyone else in Jawa squad, and the chance of him being close to someone again was one he deserved to have.

After a few hours, someone decided to start the karaoke rounds. You laughed as your drunken troopers sang their hearts out, some of them horribly out of tune.

When the last person finished singing their song, you saw Aid stumble up and take the mic.

“And now, for the last act of the night because we’re getting kicked out,” he said, shooting the owner a look, “we have our very own, Sans, Hex, and Steele, performing a surprise song. So everyone sit back, take a drink and a shot, and get ready for the performance of the night!”

You rolled your eyes and let out a small laugh as the bar cheered. Sans, Hex, and Steele clambered onto the stage, the lights going out before Steele had the spotlight shown on him.

“You are, my fire,”

The spot light went off then back on to illuminate Hex.

“The one, desire,”

Now the light was on Sans.

“Believe, when I say,”

All of them were lit up now.

“I want it that way.”

The room was silent as the three sang their hearts out. They seemed to be in awe from their powerful voices, hitting perfect tones, with the occasional mess up. They danced around the stage as they sang, getting very into their motions and feelings. As they neared the song, they got more enthusiastic.

“TELL ME WHY!” Steele sang out

“AIN'T NOTHIN’ BUT A HEARTACHE!” The crowd sang back.

“TELL ME WHY!” Hex sang.

“AIN'T NOTHIN’ BUT A MISTAKE!”

“TELL ME WHY!” Sans sang with the most passion you had ever heard him sing with.

“I NEVER WANNA HEAR YOU SAY!” The crowd responded before the three joined it, finishing, “I WANT IT THAT WAY!”

“Tell me why,”

“Ain’t nothin’ but a heartache,”

“Ain’t nothin’ but a mistake,”

“Tell me why,”

“I never wanna hear you say, (don’t wanna hear you say),”

“I want it that way!”

“‘Cause I want it that way,” Sans ended, and the room erupted in cheers and laughter. You applauded along with them, smiling as Steele did a very extravagant bow, having to be caught by Hex before he fell off the stage.

“Alright! Now get out!” The owner yelled when the cheers died down. The clones around you grumbled, stumbling out and heading to the barracks. They drunkenly sang bits and pieces of the final song on their walk back, sounding horribly out of tune and annoying to anyone who might pass by the battalion.

When you reached the barracks, they all crowded into one room and pulled you into the center. You noticed Tie and Lightweight were still by each other’s side, the shiny curled up next to the older clone, drunkenly babbling about nothingness. Sans managed to make his way to your side, Hex and Steele by your other. You all laid in one massive cuddle pile, and you sighed contently as the last few mumbles died off as they drifted to sleep. You would definitely make them shower in the morning, and you yourself would need one as well, but in the moment, you didn’t care. You were with your men, and you were happy.

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Hello there! I hope you had a wonderful week :) I was wondering if you would be able to suggest some fem FCs for an approximately 25-year-old character of Latina, Native, or Afro-Latina descent? I don't use icons or gifs when I RP, so accessible resources aren't necessary. Thank you in advance!

Ashley Moore (1993) Cherokee, African-American, White.

Yalitza Aparicio (1993) Mixtec and Triqui Mexican.

Rosa Montezuma (1993) Ngäbe Panamanian.

Raye Zaragoza (1993) Akimel O’odham and Mexican / Taiwanese and Japanese.

Sofia Carson (1993) Colombian – including Arab [Syrian-Lebanese, Palestinian], Spanish, possibly English, possibly other.

Maria Alia (1993) Palestinian / Puerto Rican.

Simone Mariposa (1993) Afro Guyanese.

Shyrley Rodriguez (1993) Cuban.

Camila Queiroz (1993) Brazilian.

Sierra Ashkewe (1993) Mohawk Jewish and Ojibwe.

Raini Rodriguez (1993) Mexican.

Chianna Fisher (1993) Sicangu Oyate Lakota Sioux.

Hannah Marks (1993) Muscogee, Egyptian Jewish, Italian Jewish, Polish Jewish, Irish, and English.

Bruna Mascarenhas (1994) Brazilian.

Yindra Zayas (1994) Afro Cuban.

Samantha Boscarino (1994) Italian, Ecuadorian, Scottish.

Shayla Stonechild (1994) Metis of Blackfoot and Cree descent.

Autumn Rose Williams (1993) African-American / Shinnecock.

Khadijha Red Thunder (1994) Cree, African-American, Spanish.

María Mercedes Coroy (1994) Kaqchikel Guatemalan.

Alexis Raeana (1995) Lumbee - she/they.

Liniker (1995) Afro-Brazilian - genderfluid trans woman.

Julia Goldani Telles (1995) Mexican [Spanish, probably other] / Brazilian [Italian, probably other].

Kahara Hodges (1995) Navajo, African-American, Mexican and English.

Yorelis Apolinario (1995) Afro Cuban.

Stella Williams (1995) African-American / Mexican.

Javiera (1995) Chilean.

Eva De Dominici (1995) Argentine.

Stormie Perdash (1995) Shoshone, Bannock, and Chiricahua Apache.

Coty Camacho (1995) Mixtec and Zapotec Mexican.

Raven Morgan (1995) Cheyenne, Pawnee, Arapaho, Otoe, Missouria, and Muskogee.

Cierra Ramirez (1995) Mexican / Colombian.

Brianna Gurdzhyan (1995) Mexican [including Unspecified Indigenous], Syrian, Armenian, Russian, Spanish.

Valentina Sampaio (1996) Brazilian - trans.

Beary Becca (1996) Dominican and Cuban.

Marina Moschen (1996) Brazilian.

Georgie Flores (1996) Mexican.

Vitória Strada (1996) Brazilian.

Eva Noblezada (1996) Bisaya and Ilonggo Filipino / Mexican.

Brianna Hildebrand (1996) Mexican / German, English, Irish.

Wendy Sulca (1996) Aymara Peruvian.

I'm assuming you mean Native American but please send another message if you meant otherwise!