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adieutristana · 2 days ago

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heyy!! can i ask for a Arcane characters x Enforcer!Reader?? I really like your writing!! (Sorry, english is not my first language, so I don't know if the sentence is correct...)

-🦇

of course! thank you for the request <3

i didn’t put jinx or sevika in this one because i honestly can’t see them being with an enforcer, sorry :( also am i at the stage where i have emoji anons?? i love it

characters included; vi, mel, caitlyn, maddie

summary; headcanons of arcane women dating an enforcer.

tags/warnings; fluff, mentions of war and combat, mentions of drinking

vi;

✧.* after being released from stillwater, vi was incredibly reluctant to trust enforcers. of course she was, after what they had put her and her family through.

✧.* vi had been exploring piltover a bit on her own, though it went against her better instincts. the unknown had always fascinated her, what could she say? the diverse artistry that was unique to piltover, the fresh air, the music, it was an entirely new world. although it could never come close to her home of zaun, it was still fascinating.

✧.* during one of her first visits, she'd come across you in a crowded shop. a girl, a pretty girl, minding her own business and trying to get her groceries. though vi tried to resist, she couldn't help the need to approach you and talk to you- even if about something simple.

✧.* surprisingly, you took it well and were flattered. she'd asked for your name, asked if you were from around here, all of the questions that weren't too personal yet still intimate enough that she got a general idea of who she was talking to.

✧.* and despite being in piltover, despite being in an expensive grocery shop that she knew she wouldn't get anything from (zaun's cuisine is much better, thank you), she couldn't help wanting to see you again.

✧.* "i- uh, i'd love to meet with you sometime, if you're interested," vi'd said, her hand clasped behind her back and blue eyes flitted to the side. it was a bit adorable, you'd thought- this brawny, tough girl, so nervous because of you. "i'd love that. just let me know a time and place, okay?"

✧.* you'd begun meeting up about twice a week, that was about as often as you could manage with your work. you'd hit it off instantly, laughing over drinks and chatting about your lives maybe a bit too early. however, vi had never asked what you did for work, so you never thought it relevant to bring up. if you told her you couldn't meet a specific day because of work, she left it. she always wanted to keep a respectful distance; you were still getting to know each other, after all.

✧.* however, vi did eventually find out on a date, walking around the city where she'd seen the shiny gold of your badge peeking out of your badge.

✧.* "hey, uh... what's that?" she'd asked, careful and nervous. she didn't want to make any assumptions, but this was definitely concerning to her, it was the last thing she'd expected from the kind girl she'd been seeing for the past month and a half.

✧.* "oh, this? my badge, for work," you'd hummed, pulling it out of your bag to hold up. "i'm an enforcer."

✧.* "hold on- you, you never told me," she'd responded, a slightly exasperated edge to her voice. "it never came up," you'd sighed, placing the badge back in your bag. "what, is it... a problem?"

✧.* vi had hastily explained to you her past, her family's complicated history with enforcers and piltover as a whole. the destruction they'd brought, and loss they'd caused. but what surprised her is that you listened, you told her that you understood, and that you'd come from a similar background, despite living in piltover. you'd wanted to join the enforcers to hopefully change the system from within.

✧.* and vi took this as a good sign- that, and the fact that you'd never given her a reason to not trust her prior to this. so within a few more weeks, the two of you began dating.

✧.* to your surprise, vi warmed up to your occupation rather quickly! she was still loyal to her home, she always would be. yet she kisses your cheek with her strong arms wrapped around you from behind, helping you get ready in the morning. she brings you coffee when she knows you have breaks, and she always, always asks you, "how was work?"

✧.* i think vi would always be at least a little bit on the fence about your job. she'd never completely accept it, but she accepts and loves you, as long as you're willing to give her the grace she needs.

✧.* and if anything, being with vi gives you even more incentive to be better and advocate for change. you want better for her, for her friends and (only) family, you desperately want the gap between your worlds to be closed. every time you see her eyes, or hear her laugh, or see the lanes where she grew up, that feeling intensifies.

mel;

✧.* the two of you had met while mel was off duty, simply strolling around markets. it was one of her few days off that month, so the woman had wanted to make the most of it. take herself out for a nice meal, maybe support some local vendors while she was at it. a self-care day, if you will.

✧.* she'd spotted you checking out a booth with various beaded jewelry displays, still in uniform. you must've been on a lunch break, she supposed, but even from the back, mel found you intriguing. she approached the same booth, looking over the various pieces offered. this crafter was talented, no doubt, but she was more interested in speaking to you. although mel has never been one to act too quickly, something about you was different.

✧.* and when she approached you, you might have just jumped out of your skin. "oh, what's that look for?" she'd chuckled, a light smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "i- you're mel, mel medarda." "i am," she confirmed with a hum. "but i'd like to talk about you, if that's alright."

✧.* you'd gone on several dates with mel. local parks, visits to both your home and hers (which was just as lavish and beautiful as you were expecting), long candlelit dinners, and simple walks around the city during warm weather. every moment spent with the woman, you felt the anxiety melting off of you in waves. she was a councilwoman, a medarda, yet so kind, understanding, and compassionate.

✧.* you'd both talked about your work extensively as well, with mel throwing in comments like, "those people have such strange ideas sometimes," or, "i'd like to think i'm making a difference, but things feel so stagnant sometimes." to which you'd respond, "i know what you mean," or, "i'm in the same situation. i mean- not the same, but you get it."

✧.* mel had even begun to ask for some of your input. this was letting herself become a bit more vulnerable, which is what told you that she was starting to trust you- yet she knew that the enforcers had thoughts about the council, and wanted to hear your opinions. what were they doing right? is there anything, from an outside perspective, that you think she could be doing better? if there's anything mel is, it's considerate. she genuinely does care for the people of piltover.

✧.* before long, the two of you became an official couple. you'd decided to keep it private, since mel didn't like to let her personal life and work intertwine, and she didn't want to draw unwanted attention to you. it was an arrangement that worked out for the both of you- you could live your lives peacefully in public as companions, but live as lovers behind closed doors.

✧.* she knows that both of your occupations are essential- one can't exist without the other, so work does play a significant part of your relationship, even if you try to avoid it. eventually, though, the two of you come to embrace it.

✧.* she meets up with you often after work, taking you into her gentle arms and pressing her glossed lips to your temple. "i missed you," she'll say, whispering into your hair. "hopefully your work day was better than mine, hm?"

✧.* you'll often be in mel's home, her head rested on your shoulder after helping you out of your uniform and helping each other clean up. simply enjoying the quiet night air and each other's company, as well as the way her fingers slot perfectly between your own. "long day?" she'd whisper. "yeah, you could say that," you'd respond, giving a gentle squeeze to her hand. "but you always make it better."

caitlyn;

✧.* you'd met at work. you were brought on as a junior officer, training with a group of other young adults. you knew of caitlyn; you knew that she was a kiramman, that she was destined for greatness under her family's influence. that she was a determined and reliable enforcer, who many of your colleagues held in high regard.

✧.* yet it wasn't until you saw her in person, took her in and saw her shoot, that you'd understand just why the woman was so influential. she was intelligent, pragmatic, quick on her feet, with incredible reflexes. caitlyn is something that any enforcer would aspire to be, not only because of her status as a kiramman.

✧.* caitlyn was training you for a few days, and during that time, you'd become close rather quickly. being in close proximity like that, you were nervous at first- who wouldn't be? but caitlyn was professional, she was helpful, she was kind. your conversations had turned from enforcer procedures and shooting techniques to your families, your education, your hobbies, your hopes and dreams.

✧.* by the end of your training period, you and caitlyn considered each other close friends. yet more than that, you felt something more charged between the two of you. something more than a simple friendship between collegeagues.

✧.* "good work," she'd said, giving you a light smile and patting your shoulder. "you've impressed me- keep practicing, and you'll climb the ranks in no time." you'd given a smile in return, seeing the warmth in caitlyn's eyes. yet you couldn't help the need to do something- it was as if your feet moved on their own, stepping closer to the woman to press a light kiss on her cheek. "thank you," you'd whispered.

✧.* you expected some kind of negative reaction from caitlyn. her pulling back, yelling at you, maybe even cutting your friendship off. but she'd surprised you by leaning into the touch. she didn't reciprocate right away, but she embraced it, and wished you goodbye.

✧.* the two of you began dating shortly thereafter, but decided to keep your relationship relatively quiet at first. you couldn't have superiors knowing that colleagues were fraternizing, so it was your secret for a while. yet, caitlyn made it clear to you that she was okay going public whenever you were- "just let me know, okay? we'll take things at your pace, but i'm ready."

✧.* but the moment that revealed your relationship wasn't exactly... expected. you'd met in her quarters, sat on her desk while she stood before you and captured her lips with yours. it was quick, rushed, it carried emotions words couldn't quite capture yet. though when your superior opened the door without knocking, you swore you've never backed away from somebody so quickly.

✧.* though, to your surprise, there was little to no reaction. your supervisor was wide-eyed and paused, but quickly walked out, and you didn't hear anything of it afterwards.

✧.* "so... what do you say we tell the others?" you'd chuckled, still a bit flushed and breathless. caitlyn was much too embarrassed to respond at this point, but she nodded slowly.

✧.* the two of you have decided to not risk the quarters anymore (most of the time), but as soon as you're home, away from watchful eyes and the public, you're wrapped in each others' embrace again. caitlyn helping clean any wounds you may have sustained or vice versa, you kissing her temples- talking about everything and nothing after a long day.

✧.* "mm, you got pretty beat up out there," you'd murmur, wrapping thin gauze around one of caitlyn's ankles. a blow to her legs, and she was bleeding and bruised. thank the gods that was the worst of it, though. "i'm alright, darling. really," she'd smile, but you wouldn't have any of it. "shh, just let me take care of you this once. okay?"

maddie;

✧.* you and maddie were recruited around the same time, and brought to train together. in the time leading up to receiving 'junior officer' status, you'd both caught the other's eye. small talk led to goofing off in the quarters during break, which led to seeing each other after sessions, which led to feelings neither of you could exactly define.

✧.* maddie has always been rather forward, though, you'd found. never one to beat around the bush when it came to her feelings or desires, so you're not sure why you expected any different from the girl when it came to you.

✧.* she'd approached you after a day of long training. you were in a back room changing into casual clothing to walk home. maddie had swung the door open- quickly shutting it once she realized what she walked into, but rushed in as soon as you gave her the okay.

✧.* "hey, so sorry about that-" she'd begun, a nervous smile tugging at her lips. "don't worry about it, you didn't know.. what's up?"

✧.* it was then that maddie confessed that she'd started liking you pretty soon after your first meeting, that she'd always enjoyed your company and wanted to see you outside of work. to her surprise, you felt the exact same way, you just weren't so forthcoming about your own feelings.

✧.* "we can do something right now," you'd offered, swinging your bag over your shoulder and gesturing towards the door with your head. "walk with me."

✧.* maddie didn't have to be asked twice. she was following closely to the side of you, chipper as ever despite a long day of tactical training. you don't know how she does it, yet it's charming somehow.

✧.* once you reached the lot of your apartment, you'd turned to maddie and given her a soft smile, a silent 'thank you' for walking home with you. a show of your appreciation for her, and the budding affection between you. though maddie surprised you herself, pressing a light kiss to your cheek before walking off. "see you tomorrow!" she'd shouted over her shoulder.

✧.* shortly thereafter, you'd begun officially dating. maddie has never been secretive, so she never bothered hiding your relationship from your colleagues. she doesn't exactly flaunt it, yet if anyone asked, the girl will undoubtedly start gushing about her 'perfect, beautiful girlfriend.'

✧.* the two of you are frequently assigned to jobs and tasks together due to supervisors seeing how well you work together, even in a professional environment. of course those jobs will be done with a few stolen kisses and surprise embraced throughout, but you get it done regardless. you make a good team!

✧.* target practice together! maddie has always been a much better shot than you, but luckily, she's always glad to help. she'll stand behind you- one hand planted on your waist, the other on your rifle to help you aim better.

✧.* "ah... a little right, up a bit more- there!"

#vi x reader #mel medarda x reader #caitlyn kiramman x reader #maddie nolen x reader #arcane x reader #arcane x you #reader insert #sapphic #lesbian #🦇 anon

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eris-snow · 2 days ago

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𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

Tags: bakugou x fem!reader, fluff, hi hello, I am alive

I feel like Bakugou would be the 'lets go out to have breakfast' type of boyfriend/ husband.

There's a familiar creak "Get up,"

"Noo,"

"It's time to start your day already, shithead!"

"It's 7 in the morning, Katsuki! There is no need to wake up at the ass crack of dawn-"

"GET OUT OF BED, SUNSHINE!"

He'd drag you out of bed and he'd force you to eat something healthy because, isn't that what he does best?

With his busy schedule packed with interviews and galas sandwiched by his patrols and co op missions, the only way he has time for you is to make time for you.

There's that one coffee shop tucked in between the winding roads of Tokyo, and he loves seeing your face light up whenever you go there because even though it's not air conditioned, even though it's a little rundown, the food is delicious and a goldmine Katsuki found after numerous attempts of trial and error.

"Did you get your ass kicked yesterday? What's with the grouchy face?" You hum while chewing, watching your boyfriend furiously type on his phone.

"Nah, Spark Plug is getting on my last nerve." He growls, jamming the call button. "I'm out for breakfast with my wife! Want your patrol shifts? Ask Ei for them. Now stop blowing up my phone before I blow up you."

He hangs up just as he hears "You're getting soft, Kacchan-", silences his notifications, and looks up to see your face plastered with the biggest grin ever.

"You're really sweet, Kats."

"Shut the fuck up and eat your katsudon, women."

"Love ya too."

#mha #mha fanfiction #my hero academia #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugō #bakugo x you #bakugou x y/n #bakugou katuski x reader #fluff #bakugou fluff

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sturnmeovr · 17 hours ago

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Posting for awareness and informative purposes only!! I am not a bully or hater by any means!!

(the first two pictures are my post. The third and fourth pictures are a post that was posted today)

Firstly, I want to say I did not come here to be hateful, only to spread awareness. Writing is my #1 hobby just like many others on this app. My account isn't that big, I’m just under 1,000 followers and I am thankful for every single one of them. I work hard on my writing. I'm 24 years old with a full-time job and I’m a mother to a 3-year-old dog😂🫶🏻 I stay up late most nights to write, edit, interact, etc. just like so many others on here. I love writing just as much as I love the triplets and it doesn't feel good when I log into my account to see other writers messaging me about someone stealing my work. Regardless if this is just an introduction post, this is my work copied and rephrased.

@bernardsbendystraws always preaches about how we should ask to use others work for inspiration. This increases the chances of your work getting reblogged, shared, and interacted with by other big accounts. When I say I'm not a hater, I mean that shit. I love talking to people on here. I brainstorm with anyone who private messages me. I help others with their writing. I don't care how many followers you have or how cute your account is, I interact with anything I like.

Had this person asked to use my work as inspo beforehand, I would've reblogged, liked, commented on every single post and followed immediately. I get so much warmth when someone shows an interest in my writing, so I understand 100%. But what we're not gonna do is copy and paste my work, flip a few words, and claim it as yours. Not only did you do that, you refused to take it down, claiming you asked another writer for permission and "only got a few words" from my post. You only said you'd rewrite it after I asked repeatedly asked you take it down. Then claimed you worded your message wrong. I'm not mad, I'm just saying - from my perspective, this is really shady.

I also want to state I am NOT the originator of babydaddy!Chris, there in fact was another account who had a babydaddy!Chris Au (still there but not active that I know of) before I posted mine.

I DO NOT care who has a babydaddy!Chris Au - I have zero claims on him!! I DO care when someone blatantly copies my work and marks it as their own.

Taking inspiration from someone else's Au and copying them are two different things. For example, @leoslaboratory has a babydaddy!Chris Au that came out after mine that is completely different. She uses her own ideas from her own head, plans it out herself, and fucking kills it on top of all that! Even though our Au's are different, she still credited me even though she technically didn't have to. Highly respected of her btw. Everyone check out her Au because it is honestly amazing!! <3

When you follow someone for months and all the sudden come out with 'your' work (like pictured above) that is identical to theirs, that is called copying. When you look up to someone's work, put your own twist on it, and come up with your own layout - that's called taking inspiration.

I just want everyone to be more cautious and considerate of others. This might be just Tumblr, but some people work really hard on here as crazy as that sounds.

And to the person who this is about, I blurred out your name because I genuinely hate it when people get bullied on here, that's the last thing I want to happen. I don't want to be responsible for that. I just hope you learned from this mistake and will grow from it! Writing about the triplets is supposed to be fun and doing things like this take the fun out of it. And trust, brainstorming up your own ideas is a lot more thrilling than going to someone else's page to take their work!

That's all I have to say - look forward to some posts from me soon 🫶🏻

Tagging others for awareness purposes only - @sweetshuga @chrisbratt333 @mattscoquette @muwapsturniolo @starrii-sturns @strnilolover @sofisturns @shadowthesim237

#♡‧₊˚ cheyenne chats #matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #christopher sturniolo #nick sturniolo #♡‧₊˚ sturnmeovr #matt sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo smut #chris sturiolo fanfic #matt x reader #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo fluff #chris sturniolo imagine #chris sturniolo x you #sturniolo

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serickswrites · 2 days ago

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Hello hello! I was wondering if you'd be willing to write about a Hero that gets so sick that they pass out in the middle of their fight with Villain? What Villain does after that is entirely up to you! I'm just... having a lot of health issues all of a sudden and reading about characters with the same problems makes me feel better😅

Love your work as always and please only write this if you want to!

Hello, friend! I can absolutely write this for you. I am so sorry you are going through it health wise. I hope you feel better soon and hopefully this gives you some entertainment!

Warnings: physical violence, fever, fainting, unconsciousness, reluctant caretaker

Villain dodged Hero's punch easily. Hero had been slower than usual and each of their attacks were also weaker than Villain was used to. Hero usually used every ounce of their physical strength to try and beat the ever loving shit out of Villain.

Today something was different.

Hero's face was pale, their eyes fever bright. They stumbled a few times when Villain dodged their attack. Villain had also successfully landed several painful blows to Hero's ribs. Hero had gone to one knee with one, but stood back up on shaking legs.

Villain raised their fist again. One more good punch and this fight was done. But as Villain went to strike, Hero knees buckled and they fell, their head smacking on the concrete loudly.

"What the fuck?" Villain said, their fist still raised.

Hero didn't stir and remained on the ground. Surely this had to be a trick. But the longer Hero remained down, Villain realized something was wrong.

"Did I do this?" Villain asked as they toed Hero. They rolled Hero onto their back. They didn't think they landed a hit good enough to knock Hero out. But there was a first for everything.

Hero's sweaty, pale face was slack. Villain could feel the heat radiating off Hero. "You're fucking sick. You chose to fight me even though you are fucking sick? How dumb are you?"

Villain pressed the back of their hand to Hero's forehead. Hero was burning up. They only had one choice if they wanted to keep fighting with Hero. With a sigh, Villain threw Hero over their shoulder. "I can't very well fight you if you're sick. And you're not going to take care of yourself. So I'm going to have to do it."

Tags: @mousepaw @jumpywhumpywriter @knightinbatteredarmor @hufflepuffwritingstuff2 @anightmarishwhump

@steh-lar-uh-nuhs @celestialsoyeon @st0rmm @ay5ksal @pedro-pedro-pedro-pedro-pe

@pepeniascat @sowhumpful

#serickswrites #whump #whump community #whumpblr #whump writing #tw physical violence #tw fever #tw fainting #tw unconsciousness #reluctant caretaker #sickfic #hero #villain #hero x villain #hero x villain community #queue

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for-a-longlongtime · 19 hours ago

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WIP on Wednesday Thursday

Well, first of all, my WIP folder is currently looking like this:

But fuck it, we ball right?

I got tagged by @din-cognito and @avastrasposts this week, and @the-blind-assassin-12 and @lotusbxtch last week, so I've got some catching up to do! I've been all over the place working on different docs, so you're getting a few tidbits this week.

I've posted snippets of this before (and lo! a hozier title! I'm gonna have to change that though because the story ended up going differently than planned), and after it having been on hold for months, the pieces are coming together at last.

let me wrap my teeth around the world (working title) | Santiago x Frankie “You think we did the right thing there?” Santiago says, staring at the ceiling as he avoids Frankie's eyes. Unsure he really wants to hear the answer, because of how likely it is that he is the only person who can’t answer that with a decisive yes. Fish was the only one on their team - besides Tom - who'd had a family to take care of, who needed that money probably more than any of them did because of his pilot license being suspended. “I mean... Following his lead with the money.” No answer. The deafening silence lasts for much too long. Santi grimaces as he closes his eyes. Shit. Why did he even ask? He keeps fucking up like this.

Next we've got a WIP that I haven't worked on in a bit (it wanted to go on break, bummerrr) but that I'm hoping to pick up very soon.

Untitled | Reynaldo x Matthew It’s those large hands that draw Matt’s attention first. That, and the golden chain partially but-not-quite hiding under that checkered golf shirt, glistening every now and then in the bright afternoon sun. It’s almost as bright as the gleam in Sophie’s eyes when she throws back a shot and listens to the older man introduce himself as Reynaldo. Matt is only vaguely aware of the prepared talk that the man launches into, a few words standing out, such as ‘exclusive members only’ and ‘the best golf club in all of Arizona’. Things that everybody wanted to hear, and that gave Sophie all the more opportunity to coo at the man how this was ‘one of the best premium golf clubs’ she’d ever been at. It probably isn’t all that premium though, considering the Scotts and Dale had been able to book this place on a budget. And truth be told, it’s still unclear to Matt why they are here on a ‘vow renewal bachelor staycation’, which seemed a contradiction on its own. Or even why Sophie showed up here, acting like one of the guys, just long enough until she found someone who was willing to give her the attention she was clearly looking for. He’d seen the pattern before, especially with the girls on the Kel-squad. None of that matters though, he tries to remind himself as they make their way up to the golf course. He’s simply glad to get away from Kelsey for a couple of days - not just for some peace and quiet, but also so he doesn’t have to wonder if she’s talking to Domingo every time she smiles at an incoming message on her phone.

Finally, this last one is still in the VERY early stages, but ngl... I'm excited. Thank you to the folks who encouraged me to keep going with it! This is hella out of my comfort zone but what the hell, that's where the fun is, right? This one is going to more filth than I'll probably be able to shove into an one shot... so it may end up becoming two or three parts. We'll see.

for glory (working title) | Harry Castillo Harry is speechless, shock painted over his features, and it takes him a moment to find his voice. "You wouldn't dare to," he finally manages to say, and what had previously been surprise in his eyes has now flipped into unmistakeable rage. "Mmm, is that so, Harry? What - you think I've got morals or something?"

EDIT: WAIT!! I forgot to add one final excerpt! This is from a yet to be decided chapter from Joel and Marcus Moreno' story. I spent way too much time trying to find the right face claim moments for them at different ages, and this is what I settled on for their mid-twenties:

Joel in his mid-twenties (a.k.a. Zach Wellison in Brothers & Sisters)

Marcus Moreno in his late twenties (a.k.a. looking like Comandante Veracruz from the Burn Notice movie).

Yes, I'm as shocked as y'all are about the latter, but I promise it'll make sense. As for the excerpt:

Untitled series | Joel Miller x Marcus Moreno Marcus folds his arms as he leans back against the wall, looking every bit the charismatic guy most people know him to be. But Joel has known him a long time and can see where the varnish has cracked, and the parts he so desperately tries to cover up. "So you don't like it. How I look. You don't like me anymore," Marcus says after a moment, and there’s something about all that combativeness on display - as well as the bitter irony of those words - that hits Joel much harder than he was prepared for. He doesn’t have the same defense system that Marcus clearly is equipped with; the mask that he can put on and off so easily after years of practice. So he just shakes his head. "Think it's been too long since you've had someone push back against you, M." "The fuck is that supposed to mean?" Joel tries to hide his sigh by drinking from his coffee, but the beverage has gone cold, the stale taste of it now bitter on his tongue in a way that feels oddly specific to this situation. "Don't pick a fight with me because you're unhappy, Marcus," he says softly.

I know a lot of y'all already posted a WIP Wednesday, so I'm just gonna link a couple of folks, no pressure as always (apologies if you've already made your weekly WIP update):

@perotovar @sin-djarin @lotusbxtch @mountainsandmayhem @qveerthe0ry

@letsgobarbs @gothcsz @milla-frenchy @guiltyasdave @oliveksmoked

@magpiepills @arcanefox207 @reallyrallyauthor @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @clubsoft

@romanarose @the-blind-assassin-12

#wip wednesday #wip #my writing #pedro pascal characters

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milessunflowers · 2 days ago

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Hello, Oli! May I request George & Yuki (polyamorous) with a reader going through a depressive episode? I did not know this pairing was a thing until that one ask Bear (I think?) sent and I love it!

Thank you :) (This is my... second request on here ever, so you might see something similar requested by me over on @jollyalpacafox 's page. I'm sure you two will make it unique though.)

-🥮 anon

i absolutely can 🥮! also everyone go check put @jollyalpacafox bc fox is amazing and writes amazing!!

george russell x depressed!male!reader x yuki tsunoda

synopsis: how i think yuki and george would handle helping their boyfriend through a depressed episode and how they would take care of him

author's note: this is kinda me projecting lowkey but also based on how i have experienced my depression, so it might not be how everyone else experiences or handles depression. this does deal with depression, so if you are not comfortable with that, feel free to skip over it

it doesn't take them long to figure out how to help you when you get really depressed

they know the signs and know how to handle it without making you feel worse about yourself

usually, when they notice you not eating or shutting yourself away, they know that they need to do whatever they can

typically that involves yuki's cooking and loads and loads of cuddles

if it is one of your worse episodes, they have to grab your comfort plushies (if you have any), comfort shows from when you were little, the softest blankets they can find, and cuddle you from both sides

they let you cry against them or just let you stare off and disassociate

they make sure you take your meds (if you have any) and make sure you eat even if you don't want to

they keep you entertained and distracted

if they saw you starting to space out, they let you have some space and decided to clean up a bit

they would clean the room and kitchen before coaxing you out of bed to get in a bath so they could change the sheets and blankets on the bed

george would clean up the bed while yuki helped you clean up

then they would cuddle you all over again

depending on how long the episode went on for, they would try different things

a lot of the time it would be the same process but sometimes they would get you out of the house for a walk with your dogs (if you have any)

they make sure you are well taken care of until you are back to how you normally are

it means a lot to you and you tell them thank yous over and over again

they are the sweetest and you couldn't ask for better partners

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minrathian · 2 days ago

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WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @kmackatie (thank you for tagging me!!) so here's a snippet from this viperquin fake relationship/arranged marrieds/background political drama thing I'm working on.

“Are you? Seeing anyone?” Ashur asked quietly, after Dorian had gone, leaving the two of them to contemplate their engagement alone. “No,” Tarquin said, forcing a laugh. The only man he’d seen in several years was Ashur, after all. Every time he closed his eyes. But since he doubted the various fantasies he’d carefully cultivated during the length of their association counted as seeing anyone, he shook his head. “You’d know if I was, I mean, you’re— well. You’re my— friend.” “Right,” Ashur sighed. “Are you?” Tarquin asked, and maybe he held his breath, just a little. "Seeing anyone?" “What? No, of course not,” Ashur said, sounding a little startled at the question. If he noticed the very long exhale Tarquin let out, he didn’t comment on it. They stood in silence for a minute or two, Ashur staring out the window at the city below while Tarquin stared at Ashur. He was fidgeting with the hem on the sleeve of his robes, something he only did when very out of sorts, if Tarquin’s years of careful and very detailed observation of Ashur had taught him anything. He didn’t do it often, and only around people he really trusted. The list was short, and Tarquin was glad to be on it. If he wasn’t so sure that the fidgeting was due to this fake fucking engagement, he’d spare a moment to feel warm inside at the thought. Instead, he reached out and put his hand on Ashur’s, squeezing around his wrist gently until Ashur’s fingers stopped all their worrying at his sleeve. “Ashur,” he sighed. “We don’t have to do this. It was—” “Don’t say it was a joke, please,” Ashur murmured quietly. “It isn’t as though I don’t already know that.” Tarquin frowned. “Well, yeah, but— hang on, I didn’t mean the thought of anyone marrying you was a joke—” “No,” sighed Ashur. “I know you didn’t.” He stepped back from the window and turned to face Tarquin, the slant of the late afternoon sunlight giving his golden skin an even more pronounced glow. His eyes were sea-green in this light, but sad, like the memory of shipwrecks on the Nocen floor. “Before we do this, I should tell you—”

I am the world's shyest person today, but anybody who wants to play in the space should totally consider themselves tagged. <333

#tashur #viperquin #min.text #my fic #wip wednesday

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anghraine · 2 days ago

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Happy WIP Wednesday, y'all! Consider yourself tagged if you feel up to it.

I had fun poking at a femslash Spirk scene that's been percolating in my mind for awhile, from fairly early in the mission, I'm imagining not long before the T'Pring/Stonn romance takes off. (In the AU, S'paak is betrothed to Stonn rather than T'Pring.)

Stonn had his own life as much as S’paak had hers—or nearly as much. Thankfully. Only now and then did S’paak register the nauseating intrusion of his mind through their betrothal link. The connection was too weak and distant for him to see what she saw or know her thoughts, no security risk at all, just a tug, an assertion of himself. It wasn’t done with precision or elegance, though she had a lingering impression of his spoken voice, how it must sound these days. The impression pressed as forcefully into her mind as the fragile bond would allow. Sa’dzhasifik Raelyek T’sai S’paak, parted from me and never parted. Never and always touching and touched. S’paak, child of Sarek, child of Skonn, child of Solkar … soon, joined. She set her teeth and blocked him from her awareness as much as possible, focusing on her responsibilities. The effort was unpleasant, like fire flashing through her nervous system—their bond, however weak, was not intended to be closed off in such a way—but, as she told herself, pain was a matter of the body, subordinate to the power of reason and will. When the bond had been forged between S’paak and Stonn as children, nobody foresaw this future for her, standing at the science station on the deck of a massive Federation starship. But the fact of it could not be changed. She always ignored the dull throbbing in her head except to grant her captain even greater than usual sympathy. It was on one of these occasions, with her internal composure disrupted by Stonn’s distant intrusion, that she agreed to a chess game with Captain Kirk. “In my quarters, if you don’t mind,” S’paak said without thinking. Kirk just arched a brow, rather as S’paak might have done, had she felt like moving any muscles of her face at all.

“Of course I don’t,” Kirk said smoothly, and they scheduled the game for later that evening.

S’paak had hoped her headache would have vanished entirely by that time. Stonn never fought her barriers; it was enough to remind her of who she was, what she was, and what he would be to her within a few years. They were already thirty-six; his pon farr would arrive soon enough, even if her human heritage granted her the one grace of freedom from it. At any rate, blocking her sense of his mind should not come at so high a price that the piercing pain of it would linger hours later.

And yet it did, without reason or logic. She did her best to conceal it from Captain Kirk that evening, refusing to allow Stonn to strip this small pleasure from her. If she could have, she would have excised him from her mind altogether while in Kirk’s presence, something in her repulsed by the idea of him having any part in her relationship with Kirk.

Illogical, she thought again. Five months ago, she had never set eyes on Jessica Kirk and knew nothing about her. It was unreasonable for their pleasant companionship to seem more sacrosanct than her years of service with Captain Pike. Nothing, however, could lodge her judgment that it was nevertheless true. She could only accept the fact for what it was.

Kirk was studying the placement of the pieces with an unusual degree of puzzlement. She rarely bothered to hide or perform emotions when alone with S’paak, so here, nothing inhibited S’paak’s observation of her brows pulling together, a line creasing the skin between them.

“Is something wrong, captain?” S’paak asked.

Kirk glanced up at her, dark eyes steady. “I was going to ask you the same thing. You usually play better.” Then she gave a quick laugh. “I hope you aren’t letting me win.”

“Not at all,” said S’paak immediately. “I was simply … distracted. I apologize.”

“You, distracted?” Kirk said, with a flattering degree of surprise. “I mean, no apology is necessary, of course. We can play another time. But S’paak, you can just say no if you don’t want to.”

“I did—as you say, want to,” said S’paak. She could at least thank her headache for ensuring that her expression gave nothing away. “That isn’t my difficulty. I ...” She could not imagine telling Kirk the truth, even alluding to pon farr in her presence, yet couldn’t bring herself to altogether conceal it either. She settled on: “I received a message in relation to a task I must perform in the future, and have been considering how I might approach it. But I would rather continue this.” She gestured at the board.

“I see,” the captain replied, though of course, she didn’t. Even she seemed aware of that, her brows still knitting together. “I hope I didn’t assign this task.”

“You did not. It will be a Vulcan matter, not a Starfleet one,” said S’paak, blinking against the light that pooled painfully around just about every inanimate object in her quarters, and Jess as well.

Kirk’s voice lowered into sympathy. “Bad news, I’m guessing?”

“Not news,” S’paak said. “But disagreeable, yes. It was simply a reminder.”

“Well, I won’t ask any more, if you’d rather not talk about it,” Kirk replied easily. But her gaze was still sharp, studying S’paak with the flitting, half-subconscious observation of humans. “Actually—sorry, I’m going to immediately renege on that. Are you sure you’re all right? You look a bit off color.” Even in the reddish cast of S’paak’s quarters, and even through the haze of discomfort, S’paak could not miss her sudden flush. “Ah, not literally. I mean sick or unwell. I really can go if you need to lie down or get something from Bones.”

“No. Don’t go,” S’paak said without thinking, her voice still thankfully composed.

Kirk smiled at her and nodded, absently rubbing her palm with one hand. “If you’re sure.”

If you’re sure. You can just say no. With a piercing ferocity, S’paak wished that either were true: that she could simply refuse Stonn’s pon farr, that she could have refused the bond when she was a girl of seven with no concept of what she would or would not find distasteful in the future, that she could turn away from almost anything she disliked with no greater rationale than I do not want to. It was, she supposed, a human failing; but from Kirk, it was also a human consideration, a kindness. Some return felt necessary.

“I am certain,” said S’paak. “I have a slight headache, but it shouldn’t impair me further.”

“A headache?” Kirk said, her expression clearing. “Why didn’t you just say so?—And you can’t take anything for it?”

“Nothing would be helpful. It really is not a great concern, captain,” S’paak said.

The captain looked more obstinate than usual. “I may be no doctor, but tension headaches are rather my specialty.” She lifted her voice slightly. “Lights—Kirk speaking, captain’s override four-two-seven-one. Lights, twelve percent.”

The illumination of the room dimmed so suddenly that S’paak blinked again. She could see the board, Kirk’s shadowed face, but the rest of the quarters were shrouded. It did, in fact, help.

“I’ll be right back,” Jess said, and with no further warning, she hurried out through the doors of S’paak’s quarters.

She was sometimes very human. S’paak had no idea what the captain was doing—not a new form of ignorance, to be sure—and did not care for the fact that she, S’paak, had failed to conceal such a trivial weakness, that she’d allowed Stonn to affect Jess in any way. But it bothered her less than she would have thought, all the more as her eyes adjusted to the lowered lights.

Right back turned out to amount to eleven minutes and twenty-nine seconds, but Jess was true to her word otherwise. She returned with slower, more cautious steps, detectable even before S’paak saw her, attended by a distinctly new smell. It was herbal without doubt, some combination of plants that S’paak’s tricorder could unquestionably have identified, but which she was in no condition to detect beyond the amorphously pleasant scent. As Jess came more clearly into view, S’paak saw that something was cradled between her hands and steaming.

Tea.

“Here,” said Jess, setting the cup down beside S’paak’s wrist. “You like tea, right? And this one is my favorite for headaches. It might not affect you the same way, but …”

S’paak did not know what to say, but then, the circumstance didn’t require words. She eyed the liquid in front of her and took a cautious sip.

“This did not come from a replicator,” she said, then took another sip. It was very different from the beverages she’d grown up with on Vulcan, and even those her mother sometimes drank, but the blend of mild, half-familiar flavors was pleasant, as was the warmth of the liquid and steam.

“No, my brother sent it to me,” said Jess, sitting back down. “I don’t drink a lot of tea, but he knows I can be … a bit tense at times, and he’s done all kinds of experiments on what’s safest and most helpful for this kind of thing—he’s a botanist, so … well, anyway. Do you like it?”

S’paak drank a little more. Her head still ached, but the gift, the lowered lights, the easy understanding of the woman across from her, combined to settle the intensity burning under her skin. She could sense the thin bond to Stonn’s mind, as ever, but in that moment, he seemed very far away.

“I do,” said S’paak. “It’s helping. I would not have taken a family gift, however, had I known its origin.”

Jess shrugged. “There’s more where that came from. Let me know if you ever want another cup.” Without another word, she studied the board and moved her rook to the middle level. “Your turn, S’paak.”

#i do know that most of fandom goes for spock's full name being from... some other source than the show or movies #i am a free spirit however and just looked for something with the right vibes for how he talks about it to leila #anghraine babbles #long post #meme prattle #meme #wip wednesday #fic talk #fic talk: the lesbian spock agenda #s'paak #c: i object to intellect without discipline #jessica kirk #c: who do i have to be #star peace #otp: the premise #genderbending

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bertoltblecht · 2 days ago

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On Call - Four

Characters - Michael "Robby" Robinavitch x OFC , Michael "Robby" Robinavitch, Frank Langdon, Dana Evans, Jack Abbot

Summary - Rose Reilly is a surgical resident specializing in trauma medicine under Drs Robinavitch and Abbot. A series of scenes involving Robby and Rose.

Word count: 2168

Rated: Mature

Tags: Angst, Mutual Trauma, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Tension, Very Light Suicidal Ideation, Sex, Mutual Pining

A/N: The word count on these keeps creeping up! Tumblr and Ao3 are now all caught up. I'm working on Five now, it's even longer than this one alreaaaaaaady. Enjoy!

In spite of how busy the shift had been, the mood on the floor of the Pitt was pretty light. There were two attendings overlapping in schedule for a few hours and things were running almost suspiciously smoothly.

Rose hadn’t noticed the time at all. Earlier on in the day she’d thought about setting an alarm to remind her to stop picking up new cases because she was determined to leave at the correct time tonight. Then there had been a double hip dislocation and her eyes had lit up when Robby asked if she wanted to help him reduce. The sooner they got the joints back in place, the less likely there would be permanent damage.

When her friend Ben approached the nurses station to ask for her, Abbot’s ears perked up. “You’re asking for Dr. Reilly?” His voice sparkled with curiosity. She’d been there over a year, he’d worked hundreds of shifts alongside her, and he didn’t think anyone had ever come by asking for her. At least, no one who wasn’t clearly a patient. But he’d also called her Rosie.

“Yeah, sorry, I forget that she’s a whole doctor.” The man chuckled and shrugged, his hands tucked into the pockets of his jeans. He was a stocky dude and sounded like he was from around Pittsburgh. “Is she around?”

As both men took a glance around for Rose, they found her half-standing on a gurney as she helped adjust sheets around a man’s hips, pulling them up into position and nodding to Dr. Robby. “You got it? You sure?” he asked, giving everything a quick once over.

“Yes, I’ve been doing Pilates, Jessica is going to be so proud of my form.” Rose grinned at him.

“Jesus, what the fuck, how did that even happen?” The muttered expletive made Abbot chuckle and he turned back to introduce himself to the man, whose face was rapidly draining of color. “Jack Abbot, one of the attendings here in the Pitt and a coworker of Dr. Reilly.”

It took a moment for Ben to look away but as soon as Rose nodded to Robby and a resounding set of snap pops echoed, his eyes quickly went back to the older man. “Ben, uh, old friend of Rosie’s, we’re getting drinks and maybe dinner.”

“Old friend? Like college? High school?” Jack asked casually, leaning his chin in his hand. Someone who knew Rose outside the walls of this building. Fascinating.

“Junior high actually, we grew up in the same town, a bit north of here.” Ben said, glancing over again as the other doctor offered Rose a hand to step down. Her eyes caught Ben’s and went wide. “Oh shit,” she muttered under her breath, drawing Robby’s attention.

Ben was watching Rose but Jack was watching his friend who took a series of looks between the two parties and grew stone-faced. Rose didn’t have time to notice the change in demeanor though, as she power walked over to intervene. “Ben, so sorry. I just need ten minutes to get changed and grab my stuff. You don’t need to hang out here though, I can meet you out front.” There was a nervous lift to Dr. Reilly’s voice that Abbot had never heard before.

“Don’t be silly, I have about a thousand questions for someone who knew what you were like as a teenager.” Abbot beamed at his resident who narrowed her eyes at him.

“You don’t get to ask any questions, and he’s not permitted to answer anything.” The overly joking tone and pleasant grin Rose settled on conveyed just an edge of threat.

“Permitted, huh?” Ben’s low laugh did little to hide his casual disdain at needing her permission, but he shrugged and smiled at her. “Don’t worry about it, I’ll just ask him about how you are now while I wait.”

Rose pretended to groan as she signed her last chart and tossed her pen at Abbot. “Don’t betray me.” She struck a serious tone, pointing at him as she headed to the locker room.

Jack caught the projectile pen and turned back to Ben. “Has she always been that violent?” he deadpanned, making both of them chuckle.

For the next ten minutes, standing at his workstation, Robby half-prayed for incoming trauma. He wasn’t trying to eavesdrop, but Jack and Rose’s friend weren’t being very quiet. Ben was not in fact asking anything about Dr. Reilly or her work, he and Abbot seemed to be bonding over a shared teenaged past hanging out in the woods.

“Yeah, we used to go out at night by this creek and drink beers and get high. And there was a night that one of her brothers had some magic mushrooms and man, I barely remember, but Rosie just flipped out. I mean she absolutely lost it. She walked six hours through the woods home and didn’t talk for two days.” Ben laughed, shaking his head. “From then on, she didn’t wanna partake anymore obviously so we used to call her Rosie the Owl because she’d just climb a tree and watch and make sure no one got hurt or nothing.” He was still chuckling to himself as the jovial smile on Abbot’s face turned more cordial and he spared a glance over at Robby who had stopped typing somewhat abruptly.

“Woof, you’ve definitely gotta be careful with all that,” Jack lamented, shaking his head and sharing a look with the other attending. Over Ben’s shoulder, Rose emerged from the hall. She had bothered with something more than athleisure wear for no other reason than wanting someone from the Before Times to see her looking well. She certainly looked well, but an abrupt code from the curtain behind her pulled everyone’s attention as Abbot and Robby rushed past them.

“Have a nice date - or sorry - drinks and dinner, Dr. Reilly!” Abbot smirked at her, pulling on a pair of gloves. There wasn’t anyone to notice Robby biting his cheek hard as he pushed away any emotions he might have had about those words hitting his brain - he needed to lock in again.

Heat rushed to Rose’s face and left her wanting to throw something else at the senior attending. Instead, she forced her gaze to Ben and offered a smile. “Let’s get out of here or I’ll get pulled into something and we’ll never leave.”

He took her bag and slung it over his shoulder. “I’m parked out at a meter.”

When he turned to the exit, Dr. Robby was already in the middle of a trache which momentarily captivated both Ben and Rose for deeply different reasons. A noise erupted from Ben indicating he was moments from making a very annoying mess, so Rose pushed him toward the trash by the nurse’s station where he quickly deposited what remained of his lunch. She held in a groan and tapped him awkwardly on the back. Robby handed off the stabilizing patient to another resident as Jack jokingly offered him a fist bump.

Her eyes met Robby’s and she watched his gaze find Ben recovering from puking, his eyes crinkling as he held back a grin. Rose bowed dramatically and waved at both attendings as she ushered her childhood friend out the door.

It was just going to be drinks. If that.

Sitting across from Ben at a high top, her third beer in front of her, Rose found her mind wandering away from the update Ben was giving on his sisters. A wedding coming up… twins… tiny home on his uncle’s farm. She shouldn’t be sitting there wishing she were at work, that was sick. Was it better to think of it as her wanting to be around people who liked her? Knew her? Saw her skills? Robby, sure, but even Abbot, Dana, Frank, Samira. Sometimes she only felt like a person when she was in the Pitt.

“Rosie?” Ben raised an eyebrow at her. Who even knew how long ago his sentence had ended? “Gone again.” He chuckled, rolling his eyes. “I’m going to head out actually. See if I can catch some buddies to watch the end of the hockey game.”

Rose softened her expression into an easy smile. “Sorry, long day. A lot of what you saw before we left.” She apologized but couldn’t be happier he was going to leave. “Have a good night. Send everyone my love, I’ll be home next month for Danny’s wedding and I’ll see ya at that.”

Ben tossed twenty bucks on the table and left the bar with just another nod.

Rose ordered fries.

While waiting for them, her hands itched until she eventually opened her text thread with Robby. It consisted largely of short updates about breaks starting and ending, occasional hand-off notes, group order requests (black coffee, cheese pizza, a turkey on rye with mustard), and a few rare call-out texts.

Rose: you hear about the emergency chest wall stabilization in the ct room today?

With the message typed out, she took a deep breath and shook her head. This was stupid, they didn’t text about work that way. She put her phone away, forcing herself to enjoy the end of her beer and her fries without the temptation.

Later on though, as she sat in bed with the buzz of the beers gone and only a dry headache behind her eyes remaining, Rose opened the thread again and hit send before she could talk herself out of it.

It took a few minutes but the typing dots popped up faster than she was expecting and the reply came back a minute or so later.

Robby: jack mentioned it tonight actually. said you did great work thinking on your feet.

Rose: it was very thrilling it took the cake even in a day that also included reducing both that dude’s hips

Robby: good work on that too i’m sure jessica will be very glad to hear that pilates is working or something to that effect

Rose: she’s going to love that story actually

There had been a rush of surprise and anxiety in spite of himself when Robby saw Rose’s name on his phone while climbing into bed. She was supposed to be otherwise occupied. What could she need? The prickle of anxiety didn’t leave when the text was about work, but he was at least relieved it wasn’t some immediate emergency.

By the third reply, he was just confused. Robby had been very ready for bed after dozing off on the couch, but now he was wide awake. He stared at his phone. That could be the end of the conversation. He could leave it there and not satisfy his curiosity. Maybe she was just looking for some positive feedback after a long day? That wasn’t really Rose though. In spite of himself, Robby caved about ten minutes later.

Robby: thought you were on a date tonight

Rose: so did he

Robby: ouch were you that nice about it to him?

Rose: i tried

Why was he having to pull teeth? She was texting like his fucking dad now.

Rubbing a frustrated hand over his face, Robby groaned alone in the dark. “Fuck it.” He muttered and texted again.

Robby: so why’d you text?

Rose: i don’t know… i’m sorry

He definitely wasn’t half holding his breath as she started typing again.

Rose: i had one of those rare especially cool days and i guess didn’t get to talk about it really

Robby: i imagine he wasn’t up for details after how he reacted to what he saw for himself

Rose: nope he talked through a couple drinks and went on his way

Robby thought back to the story he’d unwittingly overheard her friend tell Jack. The indignant part of him had felt a rush of injustice on behalf of the younger version of Rose in the woods. Ben’s mirthful recollection of the events betrayed a lack of respect for her that made Robby more annoyed than he would like to admit. He had no right to feel anything on her behalf. Especially not about something so stupid and far in the past as a teenaged anecdote and a nickname - who knew how she felt about it now anyway? None of it was any of his damn business.

Robby: i hope you at least got dinner out of it

Rose: giant basket of fries that i did end up paying for myself but what can ya do? can’t bat a thousand for the day

Rose: thx for texting back

Rose: have a good night

Rose: i’ll see you tomorrow

A heavy sigh relaxed his shoulders, and he shook his head as he chuckled to himself.

Robby: goodnite see you tomorrow

Robby plugged his phone in to charge and rolled over onto his pillow. Rose had never been here in this space with him, they never came to his place, but he felt like she was lingering there with him. Just over there in the darkness by the phone.

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slimybeth69 · 2 days ago

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Touch- Part 12

Previous Chapter | Series Masterlist

Chapter Summary: Where is Din when you need rescuing?

WARNING: Please consume at your own risk and take a look at the tags and warnings here before continuing. This chapter is heavy and hurts a little (No graphic depictions of anything- only mentions, but it be could triggerin'.)

a/n: Sorry it took me so long to update this one! I said in a comment I would update next week- but I won't make you wait anymore. I'm a piece of shit- plain and simple. I'M SORRY!!! This was read over quickly and unproofread because again, I'm a piece of shit AND I'M TIRED.

Moff Gideon stands by the window of his bedroom. Looking out into the stars.

You cannot even look at him after what he just did to you. You feel so dirty and disgusting. Violated. Your whole lower half hurts.

“You’ll learn to enjoy it. Just like you did with Din Djarin once.” Moff Gideon still says from the window. You could throw up. You could never imagine enjoying that. Especially not with him. Ashoka didn’t train you to protect yourself from that. Being held down by stormtroopers.

No sounds come out of you. No tears either, they’re all spent up over the unknown amount of hours you’ve been in here. This is the worst feeling. You had never felt this way before. You’d go back to being sad about Din if it meant you didn’t have to feel this.

“We’ll be converging with your beloved on Mandalore.” More meaningless words from the man who will probably do this to you forever if Din can’t rescue you. There are so many stormtroopers you’re not sure how he would be able to do it even if he still cared for you.

“Okay.” You finally whisper out. Moff Gideon sucks his teeth like he might feel contrite now for what he just did to you. It’s quiet for a moment and then you feel the weight of the bed shift behind you. It makes tears well in your eyes thinking that he might just be getting ready to do it all over again.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you, little loth-cat. I am sorry for all that. Next time don’t fight me so hard. I like a little struggle. Not that much though.” He’s speaking as he plants kisses along your arm and shoulder. You flinch with each one. “Would you like to stay here with me tonight or would you prefer your own bed to sleep in?” This makes you turn to look at him, making sure to keep the blankets covering your chest.

“Are you giving me the option?” You ask quietly. This feels like a trap. Gideon nods and kisses your shoulder again softly. “I’d like my own bed.” You feel a giant weight lift off your entire body when he holds his hand to the door for you to leave.

“The two outside will show you where you’re sleeping.” Moff Gideon kisses up to your ear and sucks your earlobe softly. You retract and crawl out of bed, keeping the blankets wrapped around you. You start to look for your clothes that had been ripped off of you earlier but they’re not on the floor. Gideon takes a corner of the blanket that is wrapped around you and pulls. You don’t expect the sudden tug of the sheets so they come away from your body easily and now you’re fully exposed. You try to cover yourself the best you can but you have only two hands.

“Where are my clothes?” You ask nervously. Moff Gideon smiles salaciously.

“Waiting for you in your room, little loth.”

“So… I have to go there…like this?” Sweat starts to bead on your forehead. He nods silently. “Okay. I’ll stay here with—” He shakes his head from side to side.

“You’ve made your choice, little one.”

When he calls you little one your knees buckle and all the blood drains from your face— you can feel it happen. You do not argue. A quick turn on your heel and you walk to the door that will lead you out of your walk of shame to wherever your room is on this ship. Two stormtroopers dressed in black armor look at you when you walk out and they snicker in their helmets.

“I’d like to go to my room please.” A cracked out croaking voice you’ve never heard before comes out of your mouth. They nod you to the left and you lead them.

“Can see why The Mandalorian keeps her around.” One of the troopers behind you whispers through his modulator to the other. You keep your lips pressed together tightly. “Left.” He directs you as you come to an intersection.

“Think we’d get in trouble if we sampled?” The other trooper chuckles like you’re some treat at the sweets shop in the outside-rim market or whatever it was called. You do not know. But the heat rushes to your face in anger that they just talk about you openly like this, like you can’t hear them speaking two feet behind you.

“Take a right.” The first original trooper commands at the next intersection. Four people have walked past you now and they have stared at you. You have one arm covering your chest and the other covering your mound the best you can.

“You know your HUD is uplinked to their security system, right? They could check. If she ratted us out and Gideon believed her.” He sounds like he’s stunned the other man would even speak like that.

“Doesn’t matter. Just talkin’ anyway. Not really going to do anything.” The second trooper mumbles.

“Keep going straight.” The first tropper orders and you keep walking. Avoiding people's eyes as they walk by. You've been in a pretty enclosed hallway but they want you to keep walking straight and you see what it’s about to open up to. A giant room. And people have not stopped walking past the hallway since you turned the corner. There are so many people out there.

They walk you through that room. It’s a giant room— seven cathedrals worth of room all around you. People with children who have to cover their eyes at the naked woman being followed around by two armed men in helmets. The one armed man in a helmet you actually like is not here and that makes you so sad because he would have never let this happen to you. Never. Now everyone in this ship knows what you look like behind your clothes. You still haven’t cried. You have no tears left. You're too embarrassed to cry.

It takes you so, so long to get to your room. Moff Gideon knew what he was doing when he gave you this option. But now you’ve done it, so you’ll do it forever if he keeps giving you the option. You’ll never share that bed with him as long as your arms aren't being held down and forcing you there.

Tatooine Four Days Later

Din walks onto the ship. He’s expecting to see you. Excited even. He didn’t like leaving you here with Peli. Didn’t like knowing that you were not close to him or that you were possibly worried about your future with him. He had been upset with you, yes. Din missed you and forgot he was upset with you very quickly after he had left and felt foolish for making this decision so quickly. He felt like a brat when he realized he didn’t want you not with him. But he knew it was best for both of you. You needed to heal and he needed to focus on helping Bo-Katan. He had gone with her in hopes of restoring her old army and defeating the leader of the Axe Wolves. When she did, Din gave her the darksaber.

You’re not on the ship though and that confuses Din. Because Peli was asleep. You’re not in the ship so where could you be. R5 is bleeping wildly down by Din’s feet. Once Din looks down at him with a tilted helmet, the droid begins to roll away, it’s little head stays right on Din to make sure he’s following but when the helmeted man does not, the droid stops and beeps at him twice.

Din takes two steps towards R5 and now, he’s bleeping wildly again, light flashing. Din must follow this droid. He does. He follows it down the streets and through allies until he’s out side of Mos Eisley Cantina. Which is strange. This place was for bounty hunters and smugglers, star pilots. Not his little one. You were also not inside. Very strange. The droid is still rolling, to a seat at the bar. He rams it twice and then bleeps.

“Hi honey, how ya been?” The bartender know’s Din.

“Fine. Have you seen a woman? Three scars on her cheek and one under eye?” The bartender sighs and reaches under the bar.

“We were told to give this to you if and when you came in and asked about her. Here.” She hands Din a Holotransmiter.

“Who told you to give this to me?” Din rasps, taking the small metal cube from the bartender. She shrugs. Some stormtrooper? I dunno. The girl you’re talkin’ about got snatched—”

Din doesn’t care what that slow talking bartender has to say anymore. Him and R5 are leaving the bar before she can finish what she’s saying. Din is rushing back to the ship so fast the poor droid can barely keep up. Once inside the ship and waiting for R5 to come back so he can shut it all up, he takes the cube to the the table and presses the button on the side.

Moff Gideon’s hologram appears.

“Din Djarin. I have something of yours. She’s delectably tight Djarin. Everywhere . I can see why you hid her away for so long. It’ll be nice to see you again. Come and find me.”

The message cuts out and Din replays it four more times. What is happening? What could that mean? Din knows what it means but he cannot believe what he’s hearing. He plays the message again six times. Din is frozen in fear. What does he even do? He must go to Bo-Katan. She’s trying to unite clans of Mandalorians to help on Nevarro. They would help with this right? Moff Gideon? Din wastes no time. The child had been asleep already. He’s in bed. He’s got to go to Nevarro. Got to talk to Bo-Katan.

Fuck.

“She what!? You let her what!?” Bo-Katan is screaming at Din. She told him not to leave you on that Maker forsaken dirt planet and Din did it anyway because he was upset with you. Now look at the mess he got you into. Bo-Katan is also a little scared. Moff Gideon, defeated her the last time he saw her. Now she had to run and face him head on to save a dala that she cared for because Din cared for her, and if Din cared for a regular human girl then she must be special because Din did not care for many things.

“We need to go get her.” Din is still shocked that you are not on this ship with him right now. It’s stupefying his brain beneath the helmet and the head of beautiful dark curls.

“Obviously!” Bo-Katan yells at him and rolls her eyes. “We were leaving for Mandalore to meet with a clan that I trust very much. We can group up with them and then we can look for her. We will have more of us to fight him. Din, we will get her back.” Bo-Katan has to really try and convince Din of this because now in his mind you are already gone. Moff Gideon wouldn’t let you live. No matter how close Din got it would never be close enough.

Moff Gideon’s Class 546 Cruiser Three Days Later

You are not allowed to leave your room. You are given two meals a day. No snacks. No conversation unless it’s with Moff Gideon and that’s only if he wants to talk to you before or after he assaults you. You have learned that fighting hurts. Hurts worse than just letting it happen. What is worse than that though is when your own body betrays you and you come on him and he laughs at you for it. You cry those nights the hardest because how could your body do that to you? You hate it. You hate everything about it and yourself and you look out your little porthole and just pray to Maker that the X4 or Bo-Katan’s ship appears in between the stars and planets…

Din was right. You were not safe with so many stars and planets between the two of you. Not at all. You miss Din so much. Your body never betrayed you with him. Never. His touch was always welcomed and pleasant even when he was rough with you. Never like this. Never being slapped across the face during. He hadn't split your lip twice. Hadn't made you cry because that’s what he liked. That was Moff Gideon.

Moff Gideon was a sick bastard. A horrible man and you hope he dies. You hope Din kills him right in front of you. They took your lightsaber. Probably will never see the most incredible thing you’ve ever owned. The most meaningful, precious thing because it was from Din. And you lost it. Got it taken from you. Even with all your Jedi training. Your chin starts to quiver and you remove your fingertips from the edge of the porthole. You have to sit with your knees underneath you on top of the desk that is in this room to look out of the little Grogu sized hole. It would be perfect for him. You hoped he never had to look out of one of these windows when Gideon had taken him prisoner.

Thinking of all these things is making you sad. Your clothes were not here when you got back so you’ve spent the last week naked all the time! The whole time you have been naked. Wearing only the sheets that had been on the bed when you got here. The only time you are allowed to leave is when Gideon bathes you like a child.

The ship is rumbling. Badly. A violent jerk of the ship sends you flying off the bed and onto the floor. If you hadn’t held your hands out you would have smashed your face into the hard, cold metal. It’s still rumbling. You wish you had your helmet. You don’t know why, you just do. It would make you feel safe, you think. Your door is opening. A young girl, a youngling who you do not recognize, is standing in front of the now closed door to your room with what looks like a cloth parcel in her hands.

“Miss.” She bows her head to you and curtseys like you are royalty. She must have you confused with Bo-Katan Kryze. “I’m Vexira Maldeen. My mom works in the belly of the ship. I’ve been keeping your things safe when she tried to dispose of them for Sir Gideon. I washed your clothes and you kept your little silver necklace safe for you.” You are in shock. Who is this little girl? She sounds very nice but everything is a farce in this ship. Nothing is what it seems so you are suspicious. She continues very quickly. “Sir Gideon is on his way to attack the Mandalorian clans that are on the surface of Mandalore. The Mandalorian and Bo-Katan Kryze just boarded the ship and are looking for you.”

“What?” You cannot believe what this strange girl Velcro Mudstone or whatever her name was. It was probably false anyway. A lie. A trick! “They’re not here. Who are you? Why do you have my things?” You ask from your place on the floor. She takes a step towards you and you cower in fear and expect to be slapped by the child but she just hands you the bundled up clothes in her hands.

“I was able to use some help from my friends up top to get this for you too. I was surprised I was actually able to get it.” She opens the cloth and your lightsaber is inside and so is your little necklace Din got you. All your clothes.

“Why did you do all this?” You ask her in complete and utter awe.

“I’ve heard stories of you. You’re the girl who trained with the Jedi.” She looks into your eyes and she is in awe now. “How you got those scars down in the mines of Mandalore. You are as beautiful as they say.” She places the bundle in your hand and runs to the door. “I have to get back to my room or my dad will notice I’m missing. Go find The Mandalore. They boarded on the G Deck. We are on the L Deck. Good luck, Miss.” She bows to you again and curtseys before shutting the door only partially so it doesn’t lock from the outside.

How did she get in here? This was absolutely a trick but you still stand and put your clothes and shoes on. You put your necklace in one of your hidden pockets of your robe and clip your lightsaber to your waistband.

Decks? How did decks work? Deck L has got to be below D Deck right? Or Did she say G Deck… shit she said so much! She should have just said the important things. Shit shit shit. You take out your lightsaber when you see two stormtroopers run past the hallway you are in but they didn’t see you. They were moving too fast. You follow them though. Your pink plasma is already unleashed. The two stormtroopers have blaster pistols. It’s okay. You are fast. Very fast with the saber. You can make a shield with your blade. You taught Ahsoka how to do that. You taught Ahsoka something.

The two men in white armor who are running in front of you still haven’t noticed you. How did they get this far being followed by an inexperienced dala such as yourself. Doesn’t matter. The dull ache in your shoulder isn’t enough to stop you from bringing the saber up over your head, you cock your elbow out and your wrist down so you can drive the blade down into the gap of the armor in the first man's neck before they can see you. He falls to the floor, off your blade easily and now the other man has turned in your direction and has started to blast. You do your best to block his lasers with your plasma blade but he does not hold back. One Maker forsaken laser bounces off your plasma and ricochets off the metal wall and into the side of his neck.

“Yes!” Run towards him and bring your plasma quickly across the front of his throat. You pick up his blaster and try to remember how to use it. “Aim.” You point it down the hallway and put your finger on the trigger. “And then you pull.” You pull the trigger and a little red laser comes out of the other end and you’re so happy you know what you’re doing but then more lasers start to come out of the blaster and your arm is being propelled up towards the ceiling. You forgot to take your finger off the trigger!

Red flashes before your eyes and now you are surrounded by little red murder beams shooting all around the hallway.

“Fu—” You have to duck and cover your head and you still get grazed a little by one of the little angry beams. “Mother fucker! Yousonofabitchcocksuckercuntwhore!” You scream down the empty hallway. “Fuck fuck fuck shit mothercrickking bitch!” Fuck that stings. Stings so bad. Got ya right in the ankle! Mother fucker! You run. You don’t care, you run because you need to find your Din. You need him now more than you’ve ever needed him.

The deck levels are correct. D Deck is up. Or was it B Deck? What letter did that little child say? V Deck? V Deck is down. V feels right. So right. No. You had to go up. Had to. D Deck. It was the letter D and you are positive. There are so many decks. And twice the amount of stairs. You are running though. You don’t care if your legs are burning and your ankle is a little singed. You need to get to Din. With everything inside of you. Push. Harder. Run, two steps at a time.

You are suddenly on your back. You don’t even know how you got here. You’re looking up at a blurry picture of a helmeted man in armor. It’s Din! Oh my Maker is— not Din it’s a stupid fucking stormtrooper who you ran into going up the stairs! You still have the blaster. You aim and shoot and don’t take your finger off the trigger again you just let it keep going until he falls down and you cheer for yourself in your windless state. Okay, you’re up again! That’s all that matters.

You’re climbing up the stairs when you hear him. Calling for you. You wheel around and he’s two floors below you on the complete opposite side of the floor. He’s leaning on the railing, pointing to you. Then holding his hand up telling you to stop moving. Din climbs on to the railing, both feet on the top rung and plunges downward. You scream for him because it’s so far down and you’re wondering why he just told you to watch him die when you see him being propelled upwards towards you

Din’s fucking jet-pack! You forgot about it and now you’re never going to forget this moment because Din is jet-packing right towards you with his perfect helmet. You love his helmet. You'll never complain about it or have bad thoughts about it ever again because he is your weapon wielding, armored, helmeted man. Yours! Not another helmeted person can keep you safe the way he can.

You’re on him before he even touches down. He’s on you. Touching you, making sure you have all your limbs. He’s frantically searching you for wounds and then he sees your lip with two splits in it on either side and a new bruise on your cheek that wasn't there before he left. You have a black eye. Din is furious. At himself for allowing this to happen to you.

“Please don’t leave me again.” You’re sobbing. It’s uncontrollable. Din is holding you into his chest, his gloved hand on your bruised cheek, your other cheek is pressed into his beskar chest plate. Your body shakes as you cry into him. Din cannot form words from behind the modulator. Nothing comes out. He just wraps his arms around you and holds you close before he finally can manage to rasp out from behind his modulator.

“Hold on. We’re going to the N-1.” Din waits for you to wrap your arms around his neck before he takes off with his jet-pack again. Stormtroopers are now on all the decks. Every single one of them and Din can see that they are aiming right for him and normally that is not a problem because of his beskar for the most part but he has an unarmored woman on his chest.

Bo-Katan appears from far away, also jet-packing, Din can see from here the orange-red flames shooting out of the pack strapped to her. She is using her flamethrower to clear a path for Din to get to the hangar of this Class 546. It’s so big. It’s so far away and Din needs to fly you through so many stormtroopers. She gives Din as much cover as she can just being a singular Mandalorian and all. Even with her array of weaponry.

Din makes it to the N-1 and drops down to his feet right outside the ship gracefully. He's running before he even touches down. You cling to him. Your eyes had been closed that whole time and now you’re too scared to let go of him.

“You need to climb. Hurry little one. Climb.” Din is rasping in your ear to move your body and you don’t know what he means because your eyes are still closed. Din places his hands under your arms and lifts you from him but you struggle to keep yourself clung to him because he cannot leave you in this Maker forsaken place. Din gets your hands unpeeled from underneath his shoulder pauldrons and tries to show you where to climb.

“We’re not both going to fit in there! I’m not the child!” You whimper at him once you get up there and he’s following close behind. Din is so very frantic to get you to safety that he did not think about this issue. He forgot that you were much larger than the child. “What do we do?” You have so much fear in your eyes when you look down to speak to him that Din almost doesn’t know what to do for you but then he remembers that Bo-Katan brought her ship! She has her ship right next to his.

“C’mon.” Din jumps down and holds his arms out to you, beckoning you to fall into him. You jump to him and he catches you with ease and sets your feet to the floor gently. “Come on.” Din is pulling your hand towards Bo-Katan’s ship; she’s already running to meet the two of you. Running as fast as she can into the hangar. “Go. Get on the ship. I’ll meet you.” Din rasps, giving your lower back a small push. You're propelled forward and Din starts to run back towards the N-1 but you turn to follow him because where is he going? How is he going to leave? He sees you trying to follow him and skids to a stop to run back to you. "No! Get on her ship! You need to get on there and I'll meet you on Tatooine!" Din puts his hands on your shoulders and tries to walk you back towards the ramp of Bo-Katan’s ship but there are stormtroopers coming now and he won’t have time to get you on the ship and also back into N-1. Din pulls his blaster pistol from his belt and starts to fire at the troopers that are catching up to Bo-Katan.

“Don’t leave me.” You’re crying quietly now as you attempt to cling to his shoulder pauldrons again, you had a good grip on them last time. You just have to get your fingers under the edge but he pulls his armor away from you when he feels what you're trying to do. You cannot help it, there is too much trauma inside of you now for him to leave you again.

“Go. Please go. I’m not leaving.” Din starts to reach for your face but now there are new arms around your waist and they are pulling you back, away from Din. You try to fight them but they are strong. Din is running towards the N-1 now and the arms are pulling you into the ship behind you.

“Don’t leave me! I don’t want you to leave again. I can't stay here, Din. I can’t be here anymore. Din!” You’re sobbing and trying to get back to him but the ramp is closing. The arms let you go and now you are alone again in the belly of this new ship and it’s terrifying. It's not as big as the last ship and it's empty in here but anyplace that isn't at Din's side is unsafe. A trap. A trick meant to embarrass you and humiliate and dehumanize you. This is scarier than the mines. Scarier than a Mythosaur. Scarier than a robot-bug. This fear has wrapped itself right around your heart and is squeezing tight. Suffocating you.

The ship starts to move. Really moving. So fast. Bo-Katan is getting you out of here. She is rescuing you, but you don't know any of this. You crawl on the floor until your body can no longer move. You are underneath the bench in the entryway of the ship and your body will not move the giant ship’s wall. You are trying to hide. To be unseen. You do not want any eyes or hands or arms on you and you are so scared. You’ve never been so scared. Where are you going? How is Din going to protect you from not right next to you?

You protected Din once. You saved him from dying. You were so brave you dove to the depths of the Living Waters for him. Now you are hiding. Under a bench. Hyperventilating. You have never done this before. Gasping for air this badly without having the Living Waters in your lungs and belly. Just breathing big stupid gasps for no reason.

There is a hand on your shoulder. You start to fight it violently because this is your least favorite way to be awoken by Moff Gideon. In your sleep, because it reminds you— of Din. His helmet is looking down at you and you’re staring at your reflection in it and you look so scared. Eyes so wide there is more white than iris. Your hands are pulled into your chest, clutching your arms close to you, protecting yourself but your reflection has clothes on, real clothes.

“It’s me.” He rasps softly. Your tears do not come. Just a feeling of safe. Din pulls you out from your hiding place under the watchful eyes of Bo-Katan. “It's me. I didn’t leave you.” You have no words for him because you thought that was all a dream. A break from the nightmares and assault. But he’s really right in front of you.

“I want to go home.” You whisper up to him. Now the tears fill your eyes and the burn in your nose makes it worse. “I j-just wanna g-go home.” Din nods his helmet to your request and places one arm under your knees and the other under your arms. He lifts you while you stare at his helmet. You cannot move your arms to wrap around his neck. You just stare at him. Is this really happening?

“We’ll need you back on Mandalore as soon as possible Din Djarin but keep her safe this time.” Bo-Katan growls at Din as he walks off her ship. You’re back on Tatooine right outside the X4. Din keeps his helmet tilted down to your face the entire time he walks you on to the ship like he also can’t believe you’re in his arms right now.

Din shuts the ramp of the ship and carries you into the bedroom and in the privacy of your room he takes his helmet off and stares at you. His eyes are so dark and they look so scared. So sad.

“I thought I lost you. Again.” He whispers softly. He tries to kiss you but you pull away from him and turn your head to the side as he leans into you. Din's forehead is pressed into your temple and his breath on your cheek is making you sweat.

Din is heartbroken. You are still upset with him or newly upset with him. He just wants to hold you. He tries to put his hands on your body but you fight him with stiff and frightened hands, pushing his gloved hands off of your waist and thighs. Your eyes are clenched shut. Din presses his forehead into your temple softly in frustration.

"Don't be upse-" Din's pleading with you, he needs you now more than he has ever needed someone and you're turning him away and then Moff Gideon's voice replays in his head again for the first time since Din has seen you.

“I don’t– I can’t–” You whisper to no one, it's just what you've been saying for the last week anytime you had hands on you. It's instinctual now to try and fight it. “Don’t touch—” You’re crying again softly, barely speaking. It's a quiet attempt to not feel pain again.

“Did he?” Din asks as he pulls his head away from yours. His voice cracks as his hands search for some sort of comforting touch from you but you are unable to give it to him. You want to crawl back inside your body somehow at his touches. The touches you had been so desperate for now feel like tainted memories. “Did he touch–” Din doesn’t have to finish before you nod sadly. More than sadly. Your forlorn. Broken now on the inside too and Din can see it from out here. Even if you can't look at him, Din knows what happened to you. It's making him sick and his knees weak. Din might faint right now but he cannot. He has things to do.

Din stands and starts to leave the room. The lack of his body has you scrambling off the bed so you can be close to him. You need to be with Din. You cannot be in this room alone. You stumble to the ground behind him. You chase him on your hands and knees, reaching for the back of his legs desperately but you miss each time, his legs pulling away from your fingertips at the last moment. You're attempting to get to your feet multiple times but they fall from beneath you endlessly. You're desperate for him to turn around and hold you again, you'd let him, you think. You no longer know your body as you once had. It lies to you now, along with your brain.

“Please don’t go. Please Din.” It’s hard to say but you know how pathetic you look right now with tears streaming down your cheeks, reaching for a man who you just turned away; on your hands and knees of the ship you share together. “P-p-please don’t leave.” You are not begging, this isn't begging. This is more. You've never cried so hard begging for someone to come sit on the floor with you. Not ever. Maybe never again but right now...you're imploring Din to get on this hard metal floor with you. Hold you in his arms but he will not stop moving.

If Din could hear you over the blood pounding in his ears which he cannot, he would have stopped to comfort you and pick you up off the floor and held you, wiped your tears and carried you into the cockpit with him but he thought you were still in the bedroom. Din has got one thing on his mind and it’s murdering Moff Gideon.

Din is in the pilot’s chair of the cockpit when you finally catch up to him. The ship is already in the air when you touch his leg softly in hopes that he’ll notice you now. You don’t care that you have tears and snot dripping down off your lips and chin, or that your face is red and your hair is matted to your cheeks. Din’s head snaps down at you like he’s angry with you. It makes you retract your hand quickly. Now you’re pushing yourself away from him because you don’t want him to hit you. You don’t want him to be upset that you’re touching him.

Din presses two buttons on the dash and is on the ground in front of you, his hands outstretched but not touching, he’s hovering close to you. He hasn’t put his helmet back on and he doesn’t look angry. You start speaking frenzied as you continue to push yourself with your feet away from him.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, I don’t know why I can’t have you touch me—” You sob, and Din slowly reaches forward with his gloved hand but you're pulling away, closing your eyes, expecting pain but he wipes the tears and mucus from your face gently. So carefully. “-please don’t hurt me.” You whimper as he dries your face with the leather glove the best he can. It’s not working, it's just rubbing everything around while you sob. Din rips both of his gloves off and whips them to the ground beside him in frustration. The sound of them smacking the floor makes you flinch terribly and sob harder. Din shushes you softly as he reaches for your twisting and turning head. Your eyes are still closed.

Now, Din holds the back of your head in his tender hand so he can turn you to face him. He wipes four flat fingers across both of your cheeks while shhing you softly. He wipes those fingers on the outside of his thigh to dry them before bringing them up under your nose. He wipes your lips slowly and carefully to not reopen your healing wounds. Din drys your face now with his bare hand. You open your eyes to look at him when you realize he isn’t going to hurt you.

“I cannot hurt you.” Din whispers to you. “I could not.” His eyes are scanning all over your face, like he’s trying to look for answers to the thousands of questions he has in it. He doesn’t find them. “He hurt you badly? Moff Gid—” The name enrages you. You try and pull your head from his grasp but he holds onto tightly so you don't hit your head on the walls you've cornered yourself against.

“Don’t say his name!” You shout at him. “Don’t ever speak his name to me–don’t talk abo–” Din quiets you with his thumb over your mouth and leans in to be closer to you. His dark brown eyes look into your scared and angry ones.

“I’m going to kill him. I’m going to hurt him badly. So badly, for what he did to my little–” You interrupt him, speaking quickly and desperately to quiet him. To keep him from finishing his sentence. You cannot hear it. It makes your stomach churn inside of you.

“Don’t call me that! ” You shout at him again. “Don’t call me that—don’t call me that, please–” You’re whispering now as your face twists up like you're going to start weeping again and Din doesn’t understand, you can see it in his face that it hurts him when you deny the sweet name he’s given you. “ He c-c-called me that. D-During. A-And After. And all the t-t-time.” You whimper into his confused face. “ Like he knew!” Din’s face changes from confusion to an emotion you’ve never seen before. You’ve missed a lot of his emotions while he’s under that helmet.

“He did what? ” Din’s voice is so hushed it’s almost as if he wasn’t speaking at all. He wipes new teardrops off your cheeks with his thumbs. He’s holding your face in his palms and he’s looking at you but it’s like he’s not seeing you right in front of him. He’s looking through you. “ I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have left you.” Din finally focuses his eyes onto yours and leans in closer so his forehead is on yours. “I shouldn’t. I won’t. Never again.”

“I’m not safe with so many stars and planets between us.” You whisper up to him, more tears fall down your face as you speak his words back to him from so long ago. “I didn’t believe you then— I should have believed you. I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have let you leave me there.” You sob softly. Din rips his head away from yours and then leans in close so that he can look into your eyes now that they’re looking down into your lap. Din’s twisted his body so that you’ll look at him, hunched over on his knees, his head almost in your lap. He speaks softly and comfortingly. Apologetically.

“Do not apologize to me. I am sorry. I did this. I caused this— I left. I’ll never leave again. I’ll never leave you again. I promise, cyar'ika. Never again.” Din does kiss you now, gently and you let him. It feels good now. You embrace him, your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. Din presses your body against the wall behind you he leans into you so hard. It feels good to have his comforting touch on you now. To know he isn't disgusted with you. To know he still cares for you deeply even though you were taken by another.

Things—knobs and levers are pressed into your back but you don’t care. His hands move to your waist now and pull you close to him. He holds his lips to yours for so long before he pulls away and speaks quickly against your mouth quickly with desperation.

“I love you. I will love you forever. Never let anything bad happen to you ever again. I promise. I swear. Hide you away in the cave with my clan. Never leave. Never leave you again.” His breath against your lips reminds you of a comfort you knew once in the darkness of the Crest. You melt into him and let him pull you away from the wall now and into him. He leans against the door frame of the cockpit and wraps his arms around your neck, holding you close to his chest.

You’re unable to say anything. You just take in this feeling of being next to the man who you love. And you know now he still loves you too. Things inside you feel different now though. You don’t know why. You do know but you cannot think of them. You try to push them deep, deep down into your body where light and sound and your brain cannot find them. You numb the bad feelings inside of you and subconsciously all the good too while doing it. You numb your whole body because you don’t know how else to cope. Now, you’re just limp, laying on Din’s chest as he strokes your hair and whispers unknown Mando’a down to you.

“We have to go to Mandalore. We need to meet up with Bo-Katan and all the clans that have gathered there. They’re the only way we are going to kill him.” Din’s not speaking Mando’a anymore. He’s telling you his plan and it scares you now because you’re going right to where Moff Gideon is headed.

“We can’t!” You struggle to get out of his grasp at first but he loosens his arms from around you while you scramble to your knees, looking at him with fear in your eyes again. “He’s going there! He’s going there too!” You have to try and convince Din to keep you far away from that man. He told you what his plan for you had been while you were captive and you couldn’t get captured again.

“Then I won’t have to look hard when I go to kill him for you.” Din seems confused as to why you want to run and hide. He’s used to running head first into danger and scary. You are not used to running head first into anything unless it is bags of orange candy and apparently scary bugs and dark deep Living Waters… you were brave. You can be brave again.

“No. I don’t want to go back there. I can’t go back to that room.” Bravery is not something you can find inside of you right now though. Bugs and Living Waters didn’t have an army of stormtroopers that held your arms and legs down. Those things were hurting your Din. Taking Din away from you. This thing is trying and has already taken you from Din. Proven to you that this thing is capable of, and willing to track you down and hold you prisoner. Din is still confused.

“You…won’t go back? You’ll stay here or with Bo-Katan while I—” He tries to explain the plan he’s forming but you will not allow it. How dare he try and leave after he just promised he wouldn't!

“I will not stay here! Or with Bo-Katan! I’m staying with you. Wherever you go, I’m going.” You nod your head and narrow your eyes at him because you mean what you say. You mean it with every atom that is your human make-up.

“You cannot come with me when I kill him—” Din is reaching for you again and this time your reach meets his halfway. You hold onto each other's forearms gently.

“I’m not leaving your side. Not now. Not later. I’m not leaving. I cannot. I will not. Din. Please.” Your grip tightens around his beskar the best it can, he does not feel it but he sees the fear in your eyes again. “Please don’t leave me. Don’t leave. Please.” You have never begged for anything so hard in your life.

“Okay.” Din doesn’t know what else to say. You can tell he’d rather you not come with him, it’s written all over his unhelmeted face. “Okay, cyar’ika. Okay. You can come.” Din’s words leave his mouth and new bravery finds you.

“And I want to kill him. I want to slice his throat and watch him bleed and see him suffer and watch the light leave his eyes.” You whisper. You grip Din’s beskar so hard that two new fingernails break on it.

Din’s cock gets hard beneath his beskar when you say that. His heart races and if you hadn’t just been hurt in the worst most violating way he would have taken you right here on the floor of this cockpit but instead he just leans forward and kisses you. Tightly. A closed mouth kiss with force behind it like he just couldn’t hold it in or back anymore. He needed your lips on his.

“I’ll watch as you do.” Din whispers to you as he pulls away, his hands still wrapped around your forearms.

The helmet is on your head. Din hasn’t left your side— you haven’t left his side. You follow him around the entire ship. You tried to follow him into the bathroom and he had to stop you and you waited outside the door for him because being alone is just too scary. Even with the helmet. It does nothing to help your bravery. Din tries to get you to eat and drink but you shake your helmet at him from side to side, refusing his offer of orange candies or ration crackers. Your favorites.

“Please eat, cyar’ika. You need your strength and energy.” Din rasps to you. Your helmets stare at each other. This is the fourth attempt he's made in the short time you've been back together.

“I’m not hungry.” You rasp. It’s the truth. You are not hungry. Hunger is the furthest thing from your brain. How could you possibly eat when you've been through what you have!? Crackers and candies. You want whiskey! You want whiskey and for Din to touch you for some reason but it makes you scared at the idea of him inside of you. Your brain is going at hyperspeed.

“He fed you—” Din tries to ask questions but your helmet drops to look at the floor. This is the second or third question he has asked about your time on the ship.

“Stop asking about him— stop talking about him. I don’t want to speak of him. Not now. Not after he’s dead. I don’t wish to think of him!” You get angry. Din puts a hand on your shoulder and pulls you into him.

“I am sorry. I don’t mean to upset you. I just want to know if you were cared for—” Din is trying to be helpful and nice to you but feelings are swirling around inside of you. Anger and frustration and now pesky memories.

“I was not cared for! I was fed—yes! I was fed . I was naked ! I was bathed like a child ! I was raped ! So many times!” You shout it at him and all those feelings and memories you had tried to bury so deep and so far down come springing up out of you at the speed of the ship when Din puts it into hyperdrive. “Raped! Everywhere! Everyday! All the time it felt like— so no I was not cared for. There was no care ! Only mean words and sweet names that made me want to die! I wished to die so many nights there! Not cared for!”

Din is silent. As always. It makes you embarrassed for your outburst. It makes you want to cry now that all the anger is out of you. You could not help it, a lot had happened to you in your short life but not this. Nothing like that! Nothing like what that horrible man did to you. You cannot even speak his name. It makes your stomach churn when you hear it.

Din still has said nothing. Can’t speak. He had known what happened to you. Moff Gideon had told Din via holotransmitter. In other words, yes. But he had told him. Din had never expected for you to speak those words to him. He did not know why, he was assuming things when his brain told him you’d never speak of what happened on that giant ship. Din’s silence is making you angry again. New feelings and more suppressed memories come spewing out of you because you need him to rasp something to you.

“I had to walk naked through that ship. There were children around who saw me naked.” Things you never wanted to speak aloud to anyone come out of your raspy modulator. “My body deceived me, Din Djarin! I hate myself for feeling pleasure at the hands of that man while he hurt me! I hate myself so much!” No tears come from your eyes. Not yet. They’re working their way up the ducts and glands you need to produce them though. Your throat is getting tight and you feel as though your nose is on fire as the tears do finally prick at your eyes. You're thankful for the helmet at this moment. “I do not wish to speak of him again. Ever.”

“Okay.” Din rasps from behind his helmet breathlessly. Like he’s thankful you’re done talking. Like he wished you had never opened your mouth behind that modulator. “Okay. Never. Please eat.” Din holds the crackers and candies up to you again. You snatch both of them from his hands and hold them close to you. “Come.” Din places his hand on your lower back and leads you into the cockpit.

The two of you sit in silence while he mindlessly presses buttons. No explanation of what he's doing or what the buttons do. Which is fine with you. This silence is comforting. Him being here next to you is comforting. Better than being alone in a room all day except for when you needed to use the restroom or bathe. This was much better. You would do this with Din forever if he wanted you to.

“Where is the child!?” You exclaim suddenly. Din turns his helmet to you.

“He is with Bo-Katan and my clan. I didn’t know if you’d be...okay or not. I didn’t want him to see you…” He trails off and it makes your heart hurt. Din had been scared for you again. “He is safe. I have a tracking beacon on his new nanny droid.”

“Nanny droid? He doesn’t need a nanny droid. I am his nanny.” You’re so offended that Din would replace you. “Were you going to leave me back on Nevarro—”

“You are Grogu’s mother.” Din stops you silent. “Mothers need breaks sometimes. Especially mothers with soft, delicate skin.” Din continues to rasp. “Never replace you. Never leave you anywhere. Never again.” Din turns his head forwards. “I am sorry. I shouldn’t have left you. I was a brat . I overreacted.” He keeps his helmet facing forward. “Trusting Peli to keep you safe—”

“Peli didn’t do this. Peli kept me safe. Do not blame Peli.” You're short with Din but you had grown fond of the woman and she had told you numerous times to not go back to that cantina. It was too dangerous but you did not listen. “I wanted to drink whiskey—”

“You drink whiskey?” Din’s helmet turns to you quickly like he cannot believe what he just heard. “Since when?” You had never drank whiskey in front of Din. You had never really drank in front of Din ever except for that once at Bo-Katan's and he had disappeared shortly before the actual drinks showed up and only got the worst, drunk, concussed version of you. Not a silly, sweet drunk that you can normally be when in the right conditons.

“Since the first night on Tatooine. I like it. It burns me very nicely .” You do miss whiskey. You wish you had some. Or something glowing and sweet. Anything to numb how you feel inside.

“Whiskey? The brown liquid?” Din is shocks and can’t believe it. You're appalled that he doesn't think you know what you're talking about.

“Yes the brown liquid! Do you think I got it confused with something else? I almost threw up on it twice the first time, I know whiskey!” Your fast speaking makes Din chuckle. He missed you speaking quickly and exasperatedly at him.

“You didn’t throw up in the cantina, did you?” Din is still chuckling and this question makes you chuckle now too because you had been afraid that you might.

“I almost did but I kept it down.” You sound proud of yourself. More like yourself than you have sounded since Din found you.

“I love you, cyar’ika.” Din rasps softly. You stare at him through your HUD.

“What does that mean?”

“Beloved or…uh..oh sweetheart.” Din nods over at you. “Can I call you that or do you wish for a new name? I will find more for you. Endless things to call my Diathim.” You gasp.

“An angel! No. I am not a diathim. No you lie again Djarin,” You partially mock him but he is wrong, you have scars. You do not glow. You are not an angel.

“I didn’t say an angel or a diathim. I called you My Diathim. My angel. You are.” You remember— it was never forgotten but it’s resolidified in your heart now that he is the man you will marry. You will bear his helmeted children and hope they are not born with a helmet on their head already. You think for a moment and look at Din.

“What is the word for dream in Mando’a?” You ask after a moment. Din has to think. He speaks Mando’a often, but he does not speak that word as often.

“Vercopa.” Din says after a moment of thinking and searching his brain for the word. “A dream or…a wish.” Din looks over at you.

You rasp the next words softly to him, like he had the night you thought you had been dreaming. “I am your cyar’ika, you are my vercopa. I have wished for you, dreamed about you for so long. Before you ever touched me. You awoke me from a dream of you that night. That first night. My Vercopa. My wish. My dream.”

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GUYS DON'T HATE ME IS WAS IMPORTANT FOR THE PLOT. Do know that if you read this on AO3 in it's entirety, this is where I'm changing things up a little because I didn't very much care for the way I wrote things the first time. I do apologize about the wait time for updates, but do know I haven't forgotten about you or Din and our sweet reader.

#din djarin x reader #din x reader #long reads #the mandalorian fanfiction #the mandalorian x you #mando x you #mando fanfiction #pedro pascal characters #ppcu #fic: touch #angst

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sometimeslwish · 3 days ago

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Thought you were in love with me

I listened to sailor song because that songs reminds me of him and I think I made it worse for myself by doing that. I wanna apologize to him and hold him and cry even though I know he's just pixels.

Word count: 844

Tags: angst, hurt/no comfort, falling out of love, emotional affair, break up.

You keep backing out of outings, avoiding him, missing his art exhibitions. He barely sees you now.

And let's not talk about texts or calls. If he thought you were bad at answering texts before, he didn't know what he was talking about because now it's even worse. Your texts are dry, gone are the extra letters, exclamation marks, emojis and abbreviated words. It's been a month since the last time you called before going to bed, the routine has been completely broken.

There's not a single trace of the you he got to know. Everything feels like when you first reunited, with him chasing after you while you chased after wanderers. He keeps coming up with excuses to try and see you, and sometimes it works, but then you're gone again and he's left wondering when he won't need to fight for your attention like he used to.

Maybe you're bored of him, maybe you've decided he's not worth it. Saw through the facade and realized he's too needy and clingy, just too much.

Your sudden distance stings, burns as bright and hot as his evol. Maybe your vacation to skyhaven should've been a warning. Maybe he should've seen it as a sign when you came back a husk of your former self, oddly reminiscent of how you used to be when Caleb died.

You'd bounced back the next day though, was he wrong to think everything was okay like you'd said? He wasn't one to push for your secrets, as much as he itched to know. Maybe he should've, then he wouldn't be finding out through other means that you've been going to skyhaven a lot.

You visit his studio without prompting from him.

If he didn't know any better, he'd think you were finally back, but he knows. The distance can't be breached in one day and you've broken one too many promises now.

"Raffie, can we talk?"

He hates how the nickname sounds. Hates the way it pulls at his heart, softens him up and makes him hope. Hates even more how you avoid his eyes and stand awkwardly in the place that once used to give you comfort.

He knows. He knows and he hates it.

"Yeah, okay." He herds you into sitting on the couch and tries not to think about how you're sitting on the same spot from that first day. You'd been determined then, just as you are now, but your eyes hadn't avoided his.

"I'm sorry," you start, rubbing your hands on your pants. He hates how that nervous habit of yours softens him even more. "I'm really sorry, Rafayel, but I think we should break up.

And there it is. Your words feel like a flaming knife to the chest, searing and burning everything it touches. You've never been one to hold back from telling the truth, as unkind as it may be. A trait he admired and now abhors. He opens his mouth to speak, but you beat him to the punch.

"I've been avoiding this– avoiding you because I didn't want to hurt you, but it only made it worse. I'm sorry."

"Why?" He wills himself to ask, through the fire consuming his chest. You shake your head, looking away just as fast as you looked at him. "Is it something I did wrong? I can–" he shifts closer, holds your hand, tries to get you to look at him but you bite your lip and look away– "Please, cutie, just tell me what it is and I can fix it, I'll–" He starts to ramble as he gets desperate, kneels before you and holds onto your hands.

"No, Rafayel, stop, please, stop. You didn't do anything wrong." You plead, pulling away from him and standing up. He follows suit, hot on your heels as you walk away.

His voice breaks as he struggles to hide the hurt, the desperation, "But I love you!" He says, like it'll change anything, like it'll change your mind and make you stay.

"I don't love you!" you yell back, turning to see him. The sight of your tears makes him panic, it makes him rage. He's stock still, almost resembling a statue, you're heaving as you try to keep yourself calm.

"I never did," The quiet admittance brings him back to his body. "I tried, I thought I could forget– and you were amazing, but I never loved you." The words come out soft this time, but no less sharp. Nothing you could do will make them hurt less.

What is he supposed to say to that? Nothing, really, so he stays quiet and nods. He looks away and walks back to the couch, staring out the windows to avoid looking at you. He tries to ignore your last apology, tries to ignore the sound of your footsteps as you walk away.

The world grows blurry and grey as he tries to ignore the burning brand in his chest but the fire is slowly consuming him whole.

Maybe in the next one you'll be his.

Series masterlist.

#love and deep space #love and deepspace #l&ds #lads #lnds #rafayel #love and deep space rafayel #lads rafayel #love and deepspace rafayel #lnds rafayel #l&ds rafayel #rafayel love and deepspace

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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 7 months ago

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If Jin Ling is bald because WWX cursed Jin Zixuan then why are Jin Guangshan and Jin Guangyao bald🤔🤔

Jin Ling was always going to be bald, Wei Wuxian's curse was just an accidental prophecy that will haunt Jin Zixuan for exactly one month.

#ask #jin zixuan #jiang yanli #jin ling #digital art #The Jin family curse skipped Jin Zixuan.#He wont be worried by the end of Jin Ling's first month month so it's no big deal B*)#I like to imagine that Jin Ling doesn't even have the hair strand JGY and JGS have. It's his father's hat and hair.#But now we are moving into truly wild lore that I am not 100% sure I want to commit to.#You know how sometimes you send a curse or prediction out in the world and it comes true?#and even though it happened unrelated to you there is a feeling of 'oh no did I do that?'#That's probably what went down. Unless WWX developed ball blasting cultivation sigils to curse one's descendants.#Ball blasting cultivation...what a combination of words. I'm so sorry to everyone who read these tags.

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daily-odile · 1 year ago

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Saw this blog on my dash and IMMEDIATELY followed and subscribed. I love Odile and I love your art style! Thank you for blessing us with your art, and I hope you have a lovely day!

Aaaa right back at you!! Thank you for checking my silly little blog where I draw the same old woman 20 times. The tags fuel me throughout the entire day

Here's a few bonus (ooc) sketches for today

#ignore the hands ignore them they're not very good #and how different the odiles are despite drawing them at the same time #That aside thank you though really #seriously I'm a little surprised at how much attention these posts get #especially since this is my first gimmick/ask blog #Ya'll's tags are sweet and cute and funny!! I look forward to reading them every day #I actually made this blog just because I thought it'd be funny. Also a good excuse to draw more consistently? but mostly cause it'd be funn #I'm surprised I got to week 2! Even though I had to pull a few older sketches I never did miss a day #We'll see how much longer my fixation for isat carries me? Or my love for odile. Hopefully for a while longer yet

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pitter-patt-art · 7 months ago

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Ace Attorney AU August (halfway progress update!)

Okay technically it's the 16th (lol, 17th by the time this is done) so a little over halfway actually, but still I thought since I haven't had anything finished to post the past few days this would be a fun alternative!

I've been going a little nuts (affectionate) over @augustwritingchallenge's AU-gust prompts list this year so August has been a wild ride (about 40k words of one, in fact. so far.) but seeing as I will get attached to even the jokiest of AU ideas instantly, I've completed* a whopping 5 whole fics of 16, lol. Considering the shortest of those is over 3k and the longest is over 12k, I think the problem with not finishing these in a timely manner is entirely on my verbose foolish thick skull, haha, but I'm still having a blast with it.

Here is my ao3 series where I'm posting!

And a rundown / progress report / quick teaser of all the AUs including those I've yet to finish, if anyone's interested:

(*by "completed" I should note two of the already posted fics are basically assuredly going to be continued past the challenge, but let's say "completed enough to post and be on theme")

1. Canon Divergence - complete - 4.5k words ("For the Murder of Mr. Wrong" link)

Mia POV, gen. What if Dahlia succeeded in poisoning Phoenix and framed Doug Swallow instead (and then Mia defended him in court)? Basically a 3-1 rewrite. Fun Fact: I only came up with this AU because before I even remembered AU-gust existed at all, I'd come up with like 4 totally separate AUs in which I poison Phoenix in various ways With Real Consequences because it amuses me, lol, but he survives all those other ones and I eventually realized I hadn't even considered straight up killing him off yet so I figured I should try it at least once, haha.

2. Colorless - complete 1st chapter - 3.2k words ("Grey Matters" link)

Phoenix POV (for 1st ch --prob alternating after), wrightworth. "You can't see color until the first time you touch your soulmate"-soulmate AU. 1st chapter is their first meeting as kids (skipping the class trial itself). Fun Fact(s): I really love a color soulmate AU! Big fan of the "only see the color of their eyes" type of one too but uhhh on top of that working better for things that have wild anime eye colors, you could not pay me enough to try to figure out what the HELL is going on with Ace Attorney eye colors at any given time lmfao. (Also--spoilers for what i haven't written yet but hey if you're here you earned it--this IS one of my very many "teehee what if i poison Phoenix just a smidge as a treat for me" fics. NOT my fault the man ATE GLASS. That's on him.)

3. Dark Academia - complete "1st chapter" - 4.4k words ("The Spirit of the Laws of Magic" link)

Mia POV, lanamia. Magical boarding school setting featuring corruption and missing-student conspiracies and a most likely overthought system of magic with hierarchies and prejudices in societal views of academic/formulaic vs folk/innate magic. Fun Fact: I really thought for SURE i was going to skip this day entirely, lol. (foolish.) I don't think i've actually ever personally read anything "dark academia", technically--so if this doesn't read EXACTLY that way, there you go, but i did my best. I also then thought I could live with keeping this vague but I accidentally thought about it too long so... plus at least two people on top of myself at this point have expressed interest in more of this and so I have some semi-concrete Plans™ now.

4. Zombie Apocalypse - conceptualized (but not started)

Concept: probably gen and Phoenix POV, but also because I'm me and they're them, at least a little bit wrightworth even if it isn't necessarily explicit in any meaningful way bc they are Not Normal about each other lol. A little sketchy on how much of an "AU" this counts for, since it could probably be argued to be canon compliant somehow, but basically just: Universe where they make a Pride and Prejudice and Zombies-type Steel Samurai reboot movie thing (featuring, you guessed it, zombies), and Miles comes over and forces Phoenix to watch it with him just to have someone to bitch about it at, and then during that time Maya blows her way into Phoenix's apartment as well with the exact same intentions except her "day job" isn't quite as time-sensitive-strict so she's already finished watching it earlier and knows all the spoilers. Honestly a good chance Phoenix and Pearl (who came with Maya) end up hiding out in the kitchen together to let Maya and Miles rile each other up in front of the TV, but I'm never exactly sure where they'll take me once I wind them up and set them loose on the page, so who knows. I also hadn't necessarily determined the exact time frame yet but for it to make sense as a reboot-type movie/special episode/whatever it probably should be 7yg-or-later so Trucy may or may not be there as well. (That said, in my struggles to complete an actually short one-shot, I probably shouldn't even include Pearl let alone Trucy, lol.) Fun Fact: I also thought I'd skip this day bc I'm not the biggest zombie guy in the world, and to be fair, I managed to do Way Less with it than the dark academia prompt so, yippie?

5. Chess Players - incomplete (currently 3k word WIP)

Miles POV, wrightworth. Miles is a chess grandmaster and back in Japanifornia for the upcoming world cup tournament, but his greatest challenge is actually to FINALLY best Franziska in their annual who-can-get-the-best-Christmas-gift competition. Luckily, he just so happened to hear of an artist who makes bespoke chess sets, so the plan is to get a custom board made for Franziska without her finding out. The plan is not to get trapped in a weird art collective labyrinth with some model-photographer named Cindy who keeps hitting on him but also happens to be protective of the artist he's there to see because "she and her boyfriend kinda-sorta owe him big time", but this is what he gets for coming here without doing any extra research into the artist besides seeing his work and hearing only "his name is White, or, eh, something like that, you know how those artist types are" from Mr. Amano. (AU where we replace law with chess and no I don't think Phoenix could necessarily hack it in the top-world-grandmasters-level of chess tournaments HOWEVER have you considered he DID go to art school so what if he just tries selling custom chess sets until somehow that reconnects him with Miles. Is that somehow a more insane plan than studying law? Maybe. Did Manfred still shoot Gregory but now it was over fucking chess? Maybe. Idk. But I did let Greg live this time at least!) Fun Fact: we can all DEFINITIVELY blame my lovely, terrible, very wonderful friend Ben (shameless friend plug! she's an outstanding writer and has some AA fics of her own too!! @kindlystrawberry on tumblr!!) for making a total joke about "well what about au where they make chess pieces instead" while i lamented not knowing enough about chess to write an actual match and spawning this ENTIRE concept. It is her fault. 100%. She is the guilty party. (I want to finish this one VERY BADLY. Save me.)

EVIDENCE!!!!! Guilty.

6. Reality Show - incomplete (currently 700 word WIP)

Phoenix (& Franziska) POV(s), background wrightworth wedding planning going on as set up but it's also definitely just one of my many excuses to set Phoenix and Franziska up as bitchy worsties who can't admit they enjoy each other's company and will cut you down if you suggest it as such. So far I've only written the quote "set-up" section which is in Phoenix's POV, but that was SUPPOSED to be like 5 paragraphs and cut away and then lead into my actual plan for the main body, which was to be in Franz's instead, so. This is very similar to the zombie one in that it's them watching reality tv instead of being contestants on a show (I don't personally like or watch a lot of reality tv so my creative well was somewhat dry on how to make that work) and then I accidentally thought about Phoenix and Franziska watching something just to judge and tear apart the decisions of every person on it and that was too fun to not consider further, haha. Basically the plan is just they get left alone together and don't know what to do with that and end up wine-drunk and making fun of some reality dating show of some kind and Miles and Trucy come back to them losing it together over something stupid and are like "......uh. what's happening." Fun Facts: I really love the thought experiment of Franziska somehow discovering how often Phoenix's internal dialogue/reads on situations and especially people can be So Bitchy And Judgey despite his affable complexion, and her unfortunately finding his opinions to SOMETIMES be somehow slightly okay. Moderately correct, even--occasionally. I know the section she follows you-as-Phoenix around in T&T is really not long at ALL, but I adore it. There's something about it that so badly makes me want to force them into proximity more (to both their chagrin, I'm sure).

7. Farm/Ranch - complete - 12k words ("Two Little Dickey Byrdes" link)

Gumshoe POV, gumbyrde (tho i still think dickeybyrde is a funnier ship name). 5+1 things--except more like maybe 7-or-8+1 to be honest--so it's more: over 5 times Dick and Maggey sit on a wall together and 1 time they find someone else there instead. AKA: Dick runs his family's small farm (think fantasy farm like in a farming sim or maybe horse girl novel type of thing that has nothing to do with what a real farm is like lol don't worry about it) and Maggey starts working at the next farm over as the latest of her many odd jobs. Fun Fact: oh god this one got so far away from me. it was not supposed to be this long lmao. it's literally the elaborate set-up to a very silly Nursery-Rhyme-I-Didn't-Even-Know-About-Prior-To-This -based punchline!?! still, i was pleasantly surprised by how happy i was with this once it was done... two sittings and about 16 total hours later. haha).

8. Nomad - incomplete (planned/outlined)

Apollo (or possibly Klavier) POV, klapollo. Sort of Jove-Thalassa swap adjacent, but basically: AU where Jove survives the Khura'in fire but loses his memories for [contrived convince sake reasons]. (And also possibly loses some or all of his eyesight just to really go for the parallels?) Therefore: Jove and Apollo stay with Dhurke and Nahyuta and the Defiant Dragons for a time, while Jove recovers, but eventually they leave and head out on their own, just the two of them, and do the traveling musician thing, both because it's dangerous in Khura'in and Dhurke already canonically didn't want Apollo to get caught up in it and potentially get hurt to begin with and because with a functioning actual parent Apollo doesn't need to be taken in by him--and also Jove from what little we know seems like he prefers to be on the move and was already a world traveler anyhow, so even amnesiac maybe he gets a little antsy stuck in one place too long. And so like amnesiac Thalassa, Jove thusly becoming a renowned mysterious musician--and then Apollo, sweet tone deaf Apollo, becoming the sonager of all time (like a momager but...you get it) because he's not that into music but he IS into arguing for better conditions/making deals (contracts!! international legalese!! woohoo!!) with venues and promoters and stuff. And then--oops dang Lamioir still exists and now they have a meet-cute (2 electric bugaloo) (but by then it's later enough Trucy still exists because it will be a cold day in hell when I don't find a way to make her work) and they do music collabs or join up to form a group or whatever and OOPS this means now that Apollo and Jove are with Lamioir when The Gavinners / Klavier specifically meet her and get her to come to do the Guitar's Serenade concert eventually. And Apollo and Klavier ofc thusly also have a meet-cute and then talk and bond etc etc. AND THEN the au STOPS THERE and I DON'T think about how without Apollo Phoenix is totally getting convicted of Zak's murder because there's no way that trial works out as well for him with some other attorney and I also don't think about how reasonable it would then be that maybe Trucy ends up helping Valant with his work setting up the trick for the concert afterward on account of the one father in prison and the other being dead and having left behind a notarized confession clearing Valant's name of suspicion, etc. AND I DEFINITELY do not think about how i could then still so easily get everyone in one place at the concert for Turnabout Serenade and/or any possible funny Sibling (And Thalassa) Reveal that could happen i dont i dont i do not--

9. Accidental Baby Acquisition - conceptualized (not started)

Gen, possibly my weakest / least defined idea on this list, but basically: Phoenix kind of already lives this in canon, lol (insomuch as an 8yo counts as a baby) so I thought, well, how to take it a different direction, then? And I thought, I don't usually go for a Phoenix Fey kind of au because I personally really love the relationships he has with all the Feys as-is in canon and so it's not quite as funny to me as, say, a Miles Fey AU where like Misty and Gregory are married, or any of the ones in that bent, because I'm sorry but that's just SO funny (and sad, but mostly funny) any way you slice it--plus his NAME is RIGHT THERE mia-miles-maya he FITS--anyhow, that completely aside, there are just a lot of reasons I really love the platonic relationships the Feys already have with Phoenix and I don't think it NEEDS to be made specifically familial to still be so very important, y'know? BUT. That said. AU where Phoenix is idk abandoned as a baby or maybe his parents die young or something and it's like a Thing to leave babies at temples or churches or whatever, right? So like--Phoenix adopted by the Feys AU but only because the more i considered it the more i thought it would be WILD for him to literally know Maya her entire life, and it's fascinating to me to consider a Maya who ISN'T basically left all alone to her own devices (and Morgan's) and who has someone absolutely in her corner in the village the entire time even after Mia leaves (who isn't a baby when Mia leaves, love you tho Pearls), AND also and perhaps more importantly, the ships-passing-in-the-night-ness of a scene where, like: Morgan does something sketchy or whatever and Phoenix wants to keep Mia updated but for whatever reason decides to go down to the city and actually tell her in person and so he's waiting outside the courthouse or something (possibly part of or perhaps Most Of the reason he goes in person is because he knows her first courtroom trial is that day and he wants to see her + hear how it went) and when he gets there she's in a heated argument with some asshole in a fancy over-embellished jacket and once that guy leaves Phoenix is like "Sheesh, what's his problem?" You know???? And maybe he really would never even know!!!! Bc he grew up in Kurain!!!! And has no reason to care!!! About some random prosecutor who was mean to Mia!! Aaaah!!! So that, and on top of that, Diego would be there too ofc at that point, and I feel like he would ALSO be quite a funny interaction in this scenario. ("Wow, someone's popular, kitten, you have all sorts of guys waiting on a chance to talk to you, heh?" "Uh.--I'm sorry, WHAT did you just call her")

10. Enemies-to-Allies - incomplete (currently 370 word WIP)

Ema POV, faraskye. Cyberpunk AU where Lana is still under Gant's thumb and Ema, with no other way to stay close to her and getting rejected from any of the sorts of jobs she really wants to do, decides to just join the security force (or cyber police or w/e I decide to call it) and is tasked with hunting down the Yatagarasu, guerilla hacker supreme who is threatening the sanctity of the capitalist overlords. Except Ema's squad gets ambushed and she's captured and tied to a pole, and with her useless fop partner seemingly not coming to rescue her (if he even noticed her absence), she does some quick cost-benefit analysis and decides she didn't really like that job anyway and maybe there's another way she can get her sister back in her life. So she breaks free of her own handcuffs (which she definitely didn't modify into incidental ineffectiveness she's still testing for bugs) and helps fix the "Little Thief" device her captor seems to have broken despite how obviously valuable and impressive the tech is, and they eventually come to something of an agreement. If you can't beat 'em, join 'em, and all that. Either Ema as the hardware-engineer one and Kay as the software-programming one as the two sides of the tech coin, or else Kay can just be like doing the physical sneaking kind of spy stuff only--or maybe she knows a little about software but not so much she's a pro the way she is with infiltration and such. Possibly toying with the idea Kay herself is just completely an android, but if not, I think she has some cybernetic cyborg things going on regardless. Possibly from or inspired by her father? I also like the idea that Gant did something maybe more drastic with regards to having dirt on Ema to get Lana to do his bidding--like maybe Ema has a whole cybernetic hand because instead of just her handprint on a leather jacket, Gant has some sicko jar with her entire hand in it in his office safe, or something. I don't know why this would be useful to him but it is certainly an image. I also find it funny if Miss Fingerprint Powder Enthusiast doesn't actually have any fingerprints of her own anymore somehow in this AU, lol.

11. Retail Worker - complete - 6.7k words ("The Bake Anything Boulangerie" link)

Apollo POV, gen. Phoenix gets a job at a bakery instead of the Borscht Bowl Club during the 7 year gap, and Apollo happens to stumble across it and ends up meeting the Wrights while he's still in high school. He becomes a regular at the bakery and is already close to them by the time "Shadi Smith's" murder comes around. And also, yes, sibling reveal right away--at least as soon as Phoenix realizes and can reveal it. As a treat. (Other reveals, though, I might put poor Apollo through on a delayed basis. Also as a treat, lmao, just not one for him.) Fun Fact: I'm being redundant bc this is also in my a/n, but, Baker Phoenix lives rent-free in my brain because Professor Layton vs Phoenix Wright was in fact the very first Ace Attorney game I ever played, technically, and Maya and Phoenix semi-brainwashed in that bakery was literally one of my first impressions of them. ........followed immediately by starting a let's play of Justice for All (which i watched through the first case, after which I was like oKAY fine maybe i DO need more context here, i should probably figure out what the actual first game is, and went back to start the series properly at the beginning hahaha). What do you MEAN i have a disproportionate fascination with amnesiac Phoenix, even if I have yet to finish and publish one of my myriad AUs that utilize stupid, unrealistic, plot convenient re-temporary amnesia?? Hm???? Idk what you're talking about. Also everyone who complains about 2-1 is wrong lmao it's objectively (okay subjectively is what i'm saying yes BUT objectively) such a funny place to start without knowing broad plot strokes, it's great. I both knew so much and absolutely shit-all nothing about Maya after PLvPW and 2-1, LMAO. god.

12. Animagus Wings (Joker) - incomplete (planned/outlined)

Miles POV, wrightworth. Angel/Demon AU, except I'm playing super fast and loose with the rules on that because all my knowledge of Christian-mythos comes from firstly and unknowingly the Chronicles of Narnia and more recently and cognizantly Lucifer (Netflix) and Good Omens. I know that's probably more or less what we're all doing with this kind of AU but still, I'm not even sure I want to refer to Heaven and Hell here, I'm kinda on the fence about maybe just keeping it all very vague? I also accidentally semi-worldbuilt more than i intended incidentally on account of "But Then How-Why Names If Angelic Creatures?" Format-wise it would semi-follow gomens s1 where it's hopping through some meetings between long stretches but also a kind of pre- and post- Fall type of thing? And potentially à la Lucifer becoming, like, these are My Mortal Humans and i will be Spending Time With Them, screw you celestial duties, I'm making my own Free Will, etc. And i mean i guess Lucifer is also a crime procedural lmao maybe they still solve crimes in the end too. Fun Fact: I didn't want to do the original prompt for several reasons, and sure fuck jkr is one of them but even before I knew about her I still wasn't really the biggest hp person in the first place? So i wouldn't know/don't remember at all the way it works without having to do the specific research and i...don't want to haha. Hence. And I know the prompt seems to be using it loosely / might just be borrowing the word and not actually referencing hp specifically but tbh either way human-animal shifter things just in general I can be somewhat picky about haha. (Okay okay plus full disclosure the ONLY idea I have for this sort of thing actually ties into my day-3-dark-academia-extended-au-verse and i COULD make my life simpler by just connecting the two days but Heh who would I be if I simplified things for myself... *sigh*) All that to say: I saw "wings" on the wild card list and I thought, ooh, well that's still sort of a related concept! Let's tag that one in! So it's still kind of day 12 prompt-adjacent, if you squint.

13. Found Footage - incomplete (planned/outlined)

Video Transcript POV? Is that a thing? Possibly capped by a little Phoenix POV (but i don't want that to get too long), wrightworth. Larry's new girlfriend of the month bakes weed brownies and Larry does not realize this and swings by the Wrights' apartment to beg some kind of help off Phoenix and forgets the whole tray there somehow (because it's Larry) and they leave to deal with Larry's thing and by the time they figure the brownies out, in some twist of fate Miles and Trucy have been hanging out (last minute babysitter/adult supervision? but she's at the very very least 14 or 15 here and most likely older, and Nick clearly isn't the most strict about like uhhh supervision in general lol sooo idk. he's helping her with a project or smth. it doesn't really actually matter; he's THERE, that's the important thing.) The point I'm very clearly getting at is they accidentally get incredibly high (not dangerously so because I'm not going that far haha but also, neither of them has actually been high before, so they are Affected) before Phoenix finds out what was in the brownies and tries to warn Trucy and hurry home to like, dispose of them or at least put a warning label on them or whatever, but he is too late lol. By a lot. Definitely an underage drugs tag on this bad boy because it's definitely sometime 18-or-earlier for Trucy, let alone 21. (idk about other places but as a Californian I can tell you Japanifornia "LA" could theoretically have it legalized at 21 for anyone (like alcohol) and 18 with Dr's permission--which Trucy definitely does not have in this AU lol.) Basically, Phoenix grabs Trucy's phone to get photo evidence so he can let them never live this down (after making sure they're okay lmao), but he ofc doesn't get technology so he doesn't realize he leaves the phone still recording when Trucy asks him for something / needs his help, so the recording just keeps going and captures a lot of tomfoolery and eventually some inebriated-to-Extremely-sober Feelings-Adjacent confessions (or maybe more like allusions). Idk, this was actually a fic I thought of before August and wanted to use as an excuse to try a Weird Format for fun, but then i saw this was a prompt on the list and...well. Fun Fact: Cannabis was legalized in California on November 8, 2016 (the first election I could vote in!!! ......uh, rip. lol. but yeah babey I helped legalize weed at least!! gotta remember the positives), which means it was legal right in time for Miles' case(s) / Turnabout Goodbyes!!! Yay!! I mean, I suppose that's genuinely seriously one way to try to mitigate nightmares and manage insomnia--not that I think Miles Edgeworth would ever deign stoop so low as to use an aid to manage his severe PTSD and trauma symptoms, psshaw, who do you take him for? (Get these people some help lol. They all need so much therapy.)

14. Princes & Princesses - conceptualized (not started)

So I've been reading a lot (a LOT) of isekai and/or revenge reincarnation romance fantasy manhwas lately (like, oh, too many, hahaha. they're quite good and they're VERY popular in webcomics at the moment.) Soooo. Soft pitch: Apollo already gets slapped into so many wild backstories he's constantly trying to dodge in an effort to be just a Normal Guy, he's honestly, like, the PERFECT protagonist for one of these lmao. And tell me Kristoph doesn't make a perfect "Upstanding Duke" kind of persona, and Klavier couldn't be the "wild rake" younger brother no one expects much from, and all I'm saying is it wouldn't be that hard to contrive a reason Apollo tries to get Klavier to agree to a contract marriage the way all these stories go, lol. And also, something something, Apollo from the "real world" is an orphan/has an absent family (also like so many of these manhwa protagonists, lol) but then he gets to actually have one in his second life!! I'm such a sucker for that shit. Slightly harder pitch, and the reason I did not let myself actually start writing anything (...yet): so what if the actual plot of the "original romance novel" Apollo is familiar with from the "real world (Earth)" is actually about the slightly older generation and something something instead of admiring Phoenix as a defense attorney, it's just that he instead was Apollo's favorite "love interest" character (not, like, for himself, just the one he most liked to read about) in every way except what a blithering idiot he became when the author had him fall for the female lead--but BEFORE that, he's a cool information guild leader guy who seems like he's trying to work toward some way to improve conditions for commoners in the kingdom (but abruptly there are no more mentions of this after he gets involved with the lead, which is annoying). Aaaand... I guess what I'm saying is, Dahlia is the original female lead because she REALLY fits the whole White Lotus trope, and I'm thinking Klavier is the original male lead because A) hilarious, B) fits in with the idea there's more going on in the ACTUAL world Apollo ends up in that is written in such a way as to make things seem different in the novel (like, that Dahlia and Klavier are actually as nice as they seem and that the terrible things that happen around them are just the trials and tribulations of being main characters and not anything they're directly involved in). And Apollo, the character in the novel Apollo, is an adopted prince of Khura'in, but he's the sickly younger prince and of course not actually of the royal bloodline (and also a man, considering Khura'in is matrilineal), so Rayfa and Nahyuta are the ones the public and other nobles actually know and care about and deal with. But wait! As it so turns out, The Wright Anything Information Guild (I feel like the actual guild name CAN'T have their freaking name on it front and center lol but you get the idea) happens to know some other things that aren't really expanded on in the original novel, and might be key to preventing Apollo's death so he doesn't follow the path of the original story, and also idk maybe Apollo and Trucy are half-fae or something like that and instead of like Aw Yay Bracelet in this AU it's more of a secret Iron Shackle Tool That Will Hurt I Mean Totally-Definitely-Help Us Later (still, in a way, passed down to him by Thalassa, but more as, like... she's kind of a secret hostage and does not manage to hide pregnancy number one so Apollo's now also a secret hostage, but she manages to escape so they don't know about Trucy, only she didn't tell Apollo basically anything to "keep him as safe as possible" or w/e, and......) Well, anyway. It got away from me before I even really wrote anything, that's all.

15. Secretly Alien - unfinished (currently 2.6k WIP)

Trucy POV, gen. Apollo gets sick of very consistently always losing the card games they play at the Wright Anything Agency (usually and in the specific instance the fic starts, Bullshit/BS) and in a stroke of inspiration somehow ropes everyone into playing Among Us instead. ("What! It's still a game of trying to lie/trick everyone else--like you like!--but I actually stand a freaking chance, so we're playing this or I'm going home.") Yes. This is my Among Us AU. Hi. They play Among Us. I'm justifying this one as prime AU territory however because A) Among Us has to exist in this universe, and even more pressingly, B) I found a way to force Phoenix to have--for at least a period of time if not moving forward in perpetuity--an actual smartphone instead of a Nokia-type brick cellphone. Which even under the wild but somehow plausible considering Ace Attorney circumstances I contrived, is just automatically a complete AU lmao. Fun Fact: I am so mad this one wasn't just totally finished day-of, lol. Why I ever thought I could give myself run of an entire WAA 4-person conversation and NOT get instantly derailed is beyond me. (And I want to get the prosecutors there, too?? Someone take the characters away from me.) Anyway. No, I have not written ANY of the actual Among Us part yet. Sigh. Also I haven't personally played amogus since like, 2021? maybe? And I know (now) that it's been pretty updated since then, but, ehhh, I'm just gonna run off like, lockdown-era amogus rules and vibes, lol. If I can get to the game part.

16 - Hobby Drama - conceptualized

I'm going to go out of order this time to say: Fun Fact: I have ALWAYS wanted to write a Reddit-style fic!!! I absolutely love them and I've read some REALLY, really good ones, so I've always wanted to try my hand at it. So theoretically this is the perfect time to make that a reality and write a r/HobbyDrama subreddit fic, buuut I got stuck before starting because I'm torn on two possible routes to take it (I can easily foresee myself caving and just doing both lol). - Option 1: Steel Samurai fandom discourse, always a fun/funny thing to think about, definitely would enjoy having Maya and Miles post some stuff for that. - Option 2: courtroom law fandom discourse, because come ON, how are those galleries ALWAYS SO FULL. The little wiggling rabba-rabba onlookers have GOT to have investment in this shit. And why WOULDN'T they, honestly. I've seen those trials and I have, in fact, spent a Lot of time thinking about them, not that any posts I've made lately would reflect that in any way or anything. Like I know it's hard to tell, but if I can be invested in the Lawyers Fandom, who's to say the people in the courtrooms aren't????? And I LOVE an outsider POV fic actually, I think they're so fun. So anyway. Reddit fic. You will be mine. Just as soon as I can hone my energy

And, what the hell, since it's so late now by the time I complete this "Heh This'll Be So Quick To Throw Together" post, I'll include today's, too:

17 - Flower Shop - conceptualized (at work earlier today. lol)

AU where Daddy Hawthorne is like, 97% less shitty. And the Hawthornes have a flower shop instead of like a gemstone industry or whatever. And he takes both Dahlia and Iris with him instead of dumping one of his daughters at a fucking secluded mountain temple and seemingly forgetting about her forever. On second thought, maybe what I actually mean is he's like 999% less shitty, lmfao. Anyway, Iris POV, but Dahlia (while not a "nice" person by any stretch) is not pushed to such extremes or nearly as desperate as canon, so Valerie lives, Terry Fawles lives, Doug Swallow lives, and Dahlia gets to live a good life overall--because as much fun as I love using her as a villain, she's really such a product of the absolute worst circumstances and I really do find her interesting so I've been kind of wanting to explore her in a less cartoonishly evil light, haha. (Don't get me wrong, I do love the cartoonishly evil light too, but I like spicing things up sometimes.) Like, she does (more) normal teen rebellion things ("Look at my inappropriately older boyfriend, Dad" "I'm going to talk my way out of speeding tickets and petty shoplifting as a bid for attention" etc.) and she still totally orders Iris around and Iris still totally does whatever she asks very much to her own detriment and has to learn to break away and be her own person. Fun Fact: I have a very passionate love for Iris/Adrian Andrews. Is that. Um. Is that a ship anyone else has ever considered before? Is that just me? I'm not sure but very possibly I'll just make this a rarepair fic as a treat, for me alone, teehee. (Like... it's about the becoming the master of your own destiny it's about breaking out of codependent cycles it's about how I genuinely honestly think they'd be each other's type and have chemistry even though they've obviously never interacted lmao... idk what to tell you.)

AND THATS MY AU-GUST UPDATE POST!!!

If you made it this far, take a sprinkle of my undying affection, and may you be blessed with AU inspiration if you so desire it!! (If you do not desire it, hopefully you are not cursed with it. I do not take refunds if you are. Sorry.)

Wish me luck with completing some more fics soon!!! Unfortunately weekends are actually my least free time because I work the most and the earliest hours so I have less time and am more tired, but also on Wednesday I'm leaving for a family vacation, which will either be the BEST thing to happen in regards to AU-gust or the WORST thing lmfao. If nothing else I have 2 flights, and I actually Love writing on an airplane, so fingers crossed for it being Good. <3

EDIT: Now with part 2 for the rest of the month here!

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