#implied in game and she gets in the way of x ship’ like actually what

[newagevictorianorphan]

i don’t like abigail as a character but i will die for her if somebody who ships sambastian starts hating 💯💯

[leclercsainzz]

hello love x

i was wondering if you could potentially do one where the reader is an actress and is in the new hunger games movies and everyone ships her with tom but she’s also dating lando … could you make a love triangle situation with these two?? like maybe she hangs out with tom more than lando or something idk lol u can come up with anything (you can decide who the endgame is) sort of like a illicit affair or where maybe she is seeing tom and everyone is aware of it idk??? (at this point im just saying nonsense i think lol)

ILLICIT AFFAIRS

PAIRINGS: lando norris x gf!reader / tom blyth x fem!reader

TYPE: social media au

WARNING: // cheating implied

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5

yourusername

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yourusername: making this movie was hands-down one of the best experiences of my life thus far! i cannot wait to share more behind the scenes content with you all:)) and with only one week to spare .. see you out there on our press tour!

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landonorris: can’t wait!

landonorris: proud of you, my love!! ❤️

↳ yourusername: ilyyyyy 😘

↳ user: lando being a supportive bf >>>

↳ user: alexa, how to get my own lando norris?? 😭

user: she’s so pretty, i can’t

user: after reading the book, i just know this movies gonna break me 😩😩😩😩

user: LANDO LET ME HAVE HER, PLEASE

user: SCREAMING!!! CANNOT WAIT!!!!

user: i have been looking forward to this movie since they announced it, can’t believe we’re only one week away

joshandresrivera: who’s the cute guy at the end??

↳ yourusername: just some guy i know 🤷🏻‍♀️

user: caNnot wait, omggggg

user: read the book and idk if i’m mentally prepared

user: you look soo good 😩😩😩

songbirdsandsnakes: our lucy gray ❤️❤️

user: i’m actually freaking tf out about this alapapalddbsod

user: YES YES YES YES YES

oscarpiastri: can i get free tickets?

↳ yourusername: absolutely!

↳ user: i love this duo so much 🤣

user: movie of the year incoming????

user: the movie hasn’t even come out yet and the amount of snow x lucy gray edits i’ve seen just from the trailer alone 😩

↳ user: i just know once the movie comes out they’ll be all over tiktok …. i can’t wait tho!!!!!!

user: i just realized that jason schwartman, viola davis, and peter dinklage are in this too!!! alwnsofnf

user: i’ve seen the trailer like 10+ times, can’t wait!!

hunterschafar: ❤️

user: will josh and jlaw be in this??

↳ user: noooo 💀 bro, this is set 64 years before them

user: she’s playing lucy gray right???

↳ user: yes

user: AHHHHHH

user: can’t wait for all the interviews omg!!!!

user: yn and the hunger games???? SIGN ME TF UPPP

user: soo excited over this

user: i wonder if lando will be attending the premiere

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yourusername: last race with my favorite boyyy 🥺🧡

tagged: @landonorris

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user: LAST RACE??? WHYYY????

↳ user: she starts press tour tomorrow for the hunger games

user: ima miss seeing you in the paddock 😩

user: ima miss you in the paddock 😩 but i cannot wait for the hunger games press interviews

user: his smile 😩😩

user: my fav papayas 🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡 + oscar

user: the first pic 😭😭

user: last race??? nooooooo

user: wait, im confused …. why’s she leaving???

user: gonna miss you

user: last pic 😩

user: YN?!?!!? YOURE LEAVING??!?? 😭😭😭😭😭

user: my favssssss 🧡

user: ya’ll acting as if she’s leaving forever and won’t see her again lmaooo 🤣 she’s doing press tour bc the movie she’s in comes out in a week

landonorris: 😘😘😘

landonorris: gonna miss your cute face 🥺

↳ yourusername: gonna miss you tooo, pretty boy 🥺

user: the way he smiles around her

user: wait when is she leaving???

↳ yourusername: a little after the race

↳ user: wait why tho??

↳ user: she starts press tour tomorrow since her movie comes out next week lol

oscarpiastri: that smile thoooo 🤭

user: where is she going????

user: THE best couple

user: what movie is she going for?

↳ user: the hunger games

↳ user: WAIT FRR????? is it the new one???

user: parents, frrrrr 😍

user: can’t wait for press tour, i just know she’s gonna slay

carlossainz55: pic creds to me, thank you 💁🏻‍♂️

↳ yourusername: 🙄🙄🙄 yea yea

↳ landonorris: 😘

↳ user: ynlando who??? i only know carlando ❤️🧡

user: they’re the reason i believe in love ❤️❤️

user: the way he looks at her, bro 😭😭😭

↳ user: he’s sooo in love, i can’t 😩😩

user: we won’t see ynlando for a while 😭

user: my ynlando heart 😍😍😍❤️❤️

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yourusername: thank you, berlin ❤️ @thehungergames

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user: THE REFERENCE OMG!!!!

user: MOTHER IS SERVING, OOH MYYYY 😍😍😍😍

user: he’s sooo fine!! but he looks EXTRA FINE with the buzz cut & blonde hair 😮‍💨

📌 pinned

↳ yourusername: told yaaaa @tomblyth

joshandresrivera: ohh hiiii 👋🏼

user: yn came to serve

user: tom’s the new white boy of the month!!!

user: HER PINNED COMMENT

user: tom’s soo good looking 😩

user: she’s so beautiful 😍😍

hunterschafer: WERK

↳ yourusername: are we about to kiss rn?

user: okay but why do i ship her and tom?? 🫣

user: idc what anyone says, she looks gorgeous! 😍

user: ngl but tom and yn look good together 🤷🏻‍♀️

↳ user: she’s got a bf and he’s got a gf

user: this man’s gorgeous but i also gotta remember he’s the one responsible for finnick’s death

↳ yourusername: same bestie 🥺

↳ user: OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG

user: okay but her and tom look soo good 😩😩

landonorris: stunning 😍

landonorris: you’re gorgeous

↳ yourusername: 😘😘😘😘

↳ user: them >>>

↳ user: missing them rn 😩😩

user: dress is gorgeous! she’s gorgeous! i just don’t like the top of the dress, if i’m being honest

tomblyth: ❤️❤️

user: cannot wait till the movie is out!!!!

user: tHe second slide and fourth slide slandnslsmd

user: oBSESSED 😩😩😩😩

user: i can already tell yn and tom are gonna be my fav duo

user: tom tho 😍

user: you look soo beautiful, i can’t 😩

user: 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍

user: i’m already a simp for president snow, and the movie hasn’t even come out yet

user: TOM, OMG 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

user: THE WAY SHE PINNED THAT ONE COMMENT 😂 yn being a coriolanus simp confirmed???

user: everything about you is soo slayyyyyyyyyy

user: nothing beats the original cast but they all look sooooo good, i can’t even lie

user: the dress reference 🤩

user: PLEASE GIVE TOM MY NUMBER!!!! OR GIVE ME HIS NUMBER EITHER IS FINE WITH ME

user: is it just me or does tom look better with the buzz cut and blonde hair???

↳ yourusername: you’re not the only one 😩 ive told him several times!!!!!!

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yourusername: world premiere for @thehungergames 🇬🇧

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user: THE THRID POST ALSNDKDKDMDNSN

user: i ship

user: why do they look so in love in that third slide??

joshandresrivera: 🧡

user: yn, babe, where’s lando????

user: that don’t look like lando to me 👀

user: the chemistry is INSANE 😮‍💨

landonorris: you’re killing it, babe ❤️

↳ yourusername: 😘😘 love yaa

↳ landonorris: i love you moreeee 😘

↳ user: parents 😭😭😭

user: i hope her and tom date, they look so good together

user: ya’ll gotta stop shipping tom and yn, yn’s literally dating lando and tom’s got a girlfriend

user: tom and her look so good 😩😩😩

tomblyth: love you, gorgeous ❤️

↳ yourusername: ❤️❤️

↳ user: IM SORRY WHAT??!???

↳ user: excuse me??? sir????

user: TOMS COMMENT AKALSMDN

user: the chemistry is INSANE

user: he called her gorgeous 😭😭😭 brb gonna go cry

hunterschafer: YUPPPPP

hunterschafer: serving as always!

user: MOTHER IS SERVING 😍😍😍

user: obsessed with you and tom 😍😍😍

user: if i were lando, i would be crying in a corner rn

user: why do they look like a couple in that third slide??

user: toMs’S COMMENT!! he called her gorgeous

user: ya’ll shipping her with tom as if she doesn’t have a bf

↳ user: have you ever heard of cheating??

user: ya’ll see the interview?? she called him delicious and said that it’s so easy to fall in love with him 😭😭

↳ user: she said, “and getting to work with that is delicious to an actor like me” bffr she never said anything about it being easy to fall in love with him 🙄

↳ user: actually she did proceed to talk about how easy it is to fall in love with him?????? if anything you bffr

user: @landonorris come get your girl

user: she’s so touchy with him 🙄🙄🙄🙄

user: LANDO OPEN YOUR EYES

user: we’re all thinking the same thing right?? 😏

user: they’re definitely fucking around

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user: ngl but yn and tom look cute together

user: PARENTS FRRRR 😍😍😍😍😍

user: lando & yn >>>>>

user: they have sm tension

user: ya’ll are crazy if you think yn would leave lando for tom

↳ user: and youre crazy for not thinking that maybe yn already cheated on lando with tom 🫢

user: @landonorris @landonorris @landonorris

user: lando’s busy trying to win a race while yn’s busy fooling around with tom

yourusername: SNOW FALLS ON TOP!!!

↳ user: yes, on top of you

↳ user: nahhhhh 😭😭😭

user: how’d you know about the tattoo??? 👀

yourusername: love yaaaa ❤️

↳ tomblyth: back at you! ❤️

↳ user: @landonorris

hunterschafer: cute

↳ user: how does it feel to third wheel all the time?

user: yn’s literally soo gorgeous!!! 😩

user: if i were yn, i’d be all over him too, idcccc

user: lando’s stronger than me bc if my gf was like this with another man id be going apeshit

user: they’re 100% having an affair

↳ user: ohh definitely!

↳ user: the fact that he knew about her tattoo that none of us knew about says a lot!!!! this man has explored her body

user: yntom >>> ❤️❤️❤️

user: i wonder if lando knows about the tattoo tom was referring to

↳ user: that man is clueless like the rest of us

user: @landonorris

user: not ppl tagging lando 😭😭

↳ user: he’s gottta open his eyes

↳ user: @landonorris

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— author’s note: this is simply for the story, i’m aware that rachael and tom both have partners

pt2?

[factual-fantasy]

25 ASKS! THANK YOU!! :DD 🚲

Thank you! And welcome back!! :DD Though what a poor time to come back around to the dumpster fire that is Tumblr--

If you haven't heard the news, we got a bunch of A.I. crap goin on. You'd best go into all your blogs settings individually to "opt out of 3rd party something something". Gotta protect your artwork and reblogs from being A.I. data scraped!

@fnaf-smilingcritters0

Thank you!! :DD

That, and also I think they would get more brittle as they age.. :(

Oh yeah for sure! :D Though Seafoam's beard/hair is made of actual seafoam. So its not that tasty- <XDD

That sounds deliciously dangerous! XDD 😋

I do know that Jam is their blood at least! :0 ..at least I think so-

@tallchest13-blog

XDD I give you an E for effort!

@astaherussy (Referencing this post)

XDD I can almost see him doing that as a social experiment of sorts. Just to see that everyone else would say.

Its all fun and games until everyone starts responding with "Oh absolutely" "Everyday matey.." "Oh yeah, all the time!" Peso would be shocked- XDD

He does not handle the separation well <XD

Well "ship" usually refers to head-cannoning/wanting two characters to be romantically involved. Even if they are not in canon. Blue and Seafoam aren't a ship, they just are.. well, together. Its written into the canon that they are together. So its not a ship and its feels a lot different than a ship would..

As for Peach and Mario, a quick google search says they are canonically mutually romantically interested in each other. Same with Luigi and Daisy. I only tagged my posts as "Mario x Peach" and "Luigi x Daisy".. because that's what people search for when they wanted to see romantic content of those characters-

And even if google straight up lied/is wrong and it turns out not to be confirmed? Those two pairings are so strongly suggested/implied in canon, that I don't get any of negative feelings I associate with ships.

I guess what I'm trying to say is, I just don't like ships. It really isn't my thing for a lot of reasons. There's a loooot of not great feelings associated with them. None of my own characters make me feel that way becuase I created them. And their relationships are written into the story..

And the Mario pairings are canon. Or at the very least, they are soooo strongly implied, that I don't get any of the negative feelings associate with ships even if they weren't canonically a thing.. I hope that made sense..?

@citrusfruitman

DUDE THAT SOUNDS LIKE A NIGHTMARE- IM TERRIFIED OF SPIDERS-- <XDD

Huh, the more you know! :0

(Link in question)

XDD Oh yeah absolutely

She will flatten that cake in under 5 minutes. And suffer absolutely no consequences what so ever. Lucky gal <XD

THESE ARE ALL SO GOOD! :DD Rainbow cobbler sounds like it would fit the best considering the ships colors.. But I want the name to relate to coral in some way.. hmm..

@blackcatzcandraw

Uhg.. yeah, I'm aware.. its a good thing I don't plan to post Octonauts content much anymore-

I don't like to think of my OCs as drinkers.. but if anyone did drink, it would be Louis. He's a jolly character that just likes to have a good time with his crew. :)

I do intend for them to raid other ships. :0 But they usually go for ships that can defend themselves to some extent and have loot. You're not gonna see them raid a ship full of orphans and steal their biscuits and pennies-

@yourstrulylightstar283

Sorry, I don't take requests!.. Also considering how tough my DK is, and the fact that he's the alpha- I don't think he would ever get bloody and bruised-

If I remember correctly, the cookie run version of cake creatures are dogs..?

XDD wait doesn't mild dissolve cookies though?-

Hmm.. I'm not sure. I know that there are other cookies in the game that work with metal and stuff. So an electronic toy wouldn't be impossible. If it was small they'd probably assume it was a toy. If it was huge..? Mayyybe they'd think its some kind of malicious machine..? <:0

ALWKNS XDD OH YEAH!

I think Spidercrab is the smart cookie and Louis is the tough cookie XDD

@beryl-shade

Going off of the games.. I thiiiink an "oven" would be like a birthplace..?

[justintaco]

I've been up for almost 24 hours so

superheavy Lonetrail Muelsyse spoilers

Besides the like, uncountable amount of stuff that blew me away in Lonetrail,

linking together Mansfield Break and Dorothy's Vision with Vigilo and Walk in the Dust

creating thematic parallels with Near Light at the end,

what really blew me away was Muelsyse.

Anyone who's followed this blog for a long time knows I'm not big on shipping and I'm semi-public with my opinion that most times shipping brain completely poisons someone's ability to actually engage with a narrative. But honest to god, even to me, they seemed to be almost writing a romance with Doctor and Mumu.

Blink twice if you don't think I'm crazy.

like any gacha you have a lot of flirty lines between the player character and a million of the girls (and guys), but like, this seemed unusually genuine and romantic?

(x)

Like besides them sharing a dance and all their cute little scenes, they seemed to be creating a genuine parallel in their backstories and who they are as people here

Mumu discovers she isn't actually the last of her race but realizes that she has so little in common with them she cannot form any meaningful connection or even find a shared language with them. Her integration into human society is like, almost all just an act of survival by her own admission, she doesn't feel any belonging there either. In fact, most of the time her real body is hiding in her vivarium because the physical world itself is becoming so poisoned by originium that it's dangerous to leave using anything but a clone. Even in her flashback with Saria and Kristen, she seems to be the third wheel.

She is by every possible metric, completely alone. And it seems like her chronic teehee backstabbing is a coping mechanism to feeling completely alienated from even her closest friends and what becomes her second family with the Rhine Lab directors. Even that dysfunctional and over idealized family is gone now too. She even says the following after she betrays Doctor for one last ditch effort to throw in her lot with Kristen and maybe find somewhere out in the stars she can belong:

Compare that with the Doctor, who in this event witnesses what seems to be the death of the last member of their race. In fact, the dialogue implies that Doctor feels an incredible amount of anguish even just pulling the plug on Trevor since it's not so quick a death. Directly after this event, after escaping the big silo bunker thing, Doctor's first thought is to go seek out Mumu rather than regroup with everyone from RI (including Saria who just reentered the atmosphere Halo 3 style). It feels like a response to an epiphany.

Earlier, Doctor had managed to actually get her to tell the truth about herself during their dance. How isolated she feels without any past or family, just like Doctor. So they go directly to her, fresh off of losing the last connection to their past life besides Kal'tsit (who is implied to not only be unwilling but in some way unable to share more info with Doctor).

You then get what is this, extremely deeply intimate conversation between Doctor and Muelsyse, commiserating over their shared loneliness.

She tries to play things off with her usual shtick but pretty quickly she admits that saving those random Control goons on the ship was her failed attempt at suicide because Saria had well and truly kicked her out of the triumvirate to confront Kristen alone.

After that she begins connecting with Doctor on a deeper level than any character I can really recall. As much as I love the ex wife Kal'tsit stuff, they really don't seem to have a romantic attachment. A very very close and intimately trusting one, maybe a past romance, but never romantic with Doctor as they exist in the present since waking up. Doctor views other characters like Amiya, Ifrit, and Rosmontis as children to be protected. But this here is these two really baring their souls and it's just crazy to see in a gacha game where the format discourages stuff like this.

Just, man I love this whole conversation. They've both just learned recently that they can't shed their loneliness with what's left of their races. Muelsyse is totally at the end of her rope, but Doctor has just learned that the only thing they can do is fully commit to the people they know in the present. So despite Mumu's one final attempt to put a barrier up between her and another person, a literal physical barrier of water

Doctor walks right into the barrier and literally reaches out to her to help save her with what they just learned that same day

Muelsyse refers to the parts not in blue here (blue usually being the only confirmed dialogue Doctor says out loud in any given cutscene) when she talks to Nasti later. That means the Doctor said all of this out loud.

Again, am I crazy or does this feel like the most romantic Doctor has ever been with another character?

A lot of himejoshis on Twitter have been mad about the event and what it means for Mumu x Ho'ohleyak, Mumu x Saria, or Muelsyse x her OT3 with Saria and Kristen, and honestly

they might have a point

[stardewlegends]

[Part 2] The Day After The Day Before | Sebastian x Reader, Platonic!Sam x Reader (Angst, mild Fluff)

Category: Angst, Fluff (Mandatory) Age: 18+ Trigger Warnings: Implied non-con, implied sexual assault, physical violence, blood, miscarriage, forced pregnancy, physical violence, verbal abuse, bleeding, head injury, hospitalisation, explicit language Ship: Sebastian x Reader, Platonic!Sam x Reader, implied Sam x Sebastian x Reader Summary: She'd heard so many good things about her best friend, Sam's, father, Kent, and it was true, he was lovely! Right up until he wasn't. How was she meant to tell Sebastian? Sam? The answer is simple: she couldn't. But apparently she couldn't hide it either. Request: N/A Contains Spoilers for: N/A Word Count: 6k

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Almost six months have passed since the day (Y/N) learnt she was pregnant with that monster’s child. She decided to keep the baby. It was a hard decision, unsure whether she’d permanently be traumatised every time she looked at her child but thought about it more prominently as Sam’s brother than Kent’s son or daughter.

Sebastian and Sam, as promised, supported her the whole way. It’s not like she had anyone else. Harvey and Maru were judge-free too and have been helping her throughout the entire process.

Sebastian and Sam moved on to the farm with her, Sam occupying the spare room whilst Sebastian shared hers. It was fun. They helped her grow once again into the bright, chatty woman she once was before he took it all away.

Jodi never welcomed Sam back into their home after that Godforsaken day. She spread rumours about Kent’s beaten up face. Said that Sebastian had gaslighted Sam into abusing the family. Said that Sebastian was the one who raped (Y/N). Oh, yeah, a real likely story. Robin and Demetrius tried to get answers out of Sebastian about what actually happened, but he didn’t give them any information. He simply told his mother that he was moving onto the farm with (Y/N) and Sam to support her as she’s pregnant. Clarified it wasn’t his child. Robin didn’t interfere much more than that, Demetrius making snark comments at the boy which is just ignored.

Abigail regularly came by when she could, but Caroline forbid it. Naturally, Jodi opened her mouth and made the farmer the talk of the town. No one really gossiped about it except Jodi. She would do anything to protect her husband, and if that meant making everyone in Pelican Town hate the little bitch who took over the farm then so be it.

On the farm, Sam absolutely adored her chickens. Who knew the skater boy enjoyed farming so much? Sebastian enjoyed collecting fruit from all the trees, being sad in Winter when that wasn’t something he could do. They always went out foraging for some crystal fruits though. The pair made sure that she didn’t have to lift a finger anymore. Not whilst pregnant.

“I wanna go to the saloon.” (Y/N) admits one Friday night as the trio are watching some grid ball game on the television.

The two men look at her with surprised expressions on their faces.

“You serious?”

She nods but keeps her eyes on the screen across the room.

“I miss playing pool on Friday nights. I miss Gus and Emily listening to my boring farm talk, I miss Clint telling me about what cool shit he managed to forge together out of the leftover ore I had, I miss Willy’s voice shaking the place as he tells Clint all about some huge as Scorpion Carp he found…” The woman trails off. “I miss being normal.” “Then let’s go to the saloon.” Sam states. “People are gonna stare…” The woman trails off. “Let them; you look stunning.” Sebastian tells her, watching her blush and curl into him. “He’s right.” The blond adds, smirking and flashing a wink. “Come on, you’ve got me and Seb by your side - nothing will happen to you. Besides, as much as my mom is capable of opening her huge fucking mouth, the town adores you too much to listen.”

(Y/N) wishes she believed him. She’s trying to.

Sam calls up Abigail, asking her to come down and meet them at the saloon. She’s never been so excited to watch the boys play pool.

They walk down, basking in the late-Spring breeze that surrounds them.

“I’ve missed town.” (Y/N) sighs, smiling at the sight of the buildings around her in the town square. “I dunno why, it’s shite.” Sebastian remarks, the trio chuckling at the sarcasm.

They come to a halt outside of the Stardrop, the two men patiently waiting for the woman to be ready to go inside.

“It’ll be okay. My family don’t even come in here.” Sam reassures.

She nods and they finally enter. Peoples heads turn to acknowledge whoever has just walked in and the chat immediately dies down.

(Y/N) wonders if Sebastian is nervous, knowing the rumours were that he’s the one who knocked her up without consent. He doesn’t seem phased. The truth is he isn’t. The people who matter know the truth, and anyone who believes the lies aren’t worth having around.

The farmer’s convinced everyone heard her gulp.

Sam and Sebastian don’t falter, the latter reaching for the woman’s hiding and offering an encouraging smile. He’ll take anything that is thrown her way. Both of them will. She knows it. She’s grateful.

As Sebastian leads her into the pool room, Elliott’s voice speaks up.

“(Y/N),” He calls, the woman freezing. Sam and Sebastian do too. The trio turn to look at the man sitting at the bar, everyone’s eyes on them. “It’s good to see you back.”

The tears that well up in her eyes are staining her cheeks before she can even attempt to hide them.

Elliott smiles and stands up, Leah admiring his confidence, approaching the farmer, opening his arms for a hug which she graciously accepts.

“Thank you so much.” She whimpers into his burgundy jacket. “No need, little lady. We’ve missed you more than you know.”

The red-head offers a smile at the two men whom the farmer walked in with, them returning it with a nod.

“How many weeks are you now?” He asks, admiring the prominent bump under the woman’s dress. “Twenty-four.” She whispers, naturally resting her hands there. “You know if it’s a boy or a girl yet?” “Keeping it a surprise.” “Nice.”

Elliott heads back to the bar, taking a seat by Leah, and (Y/N) continues her path toward the pool table with Sebastian and Sam.

The tension is already gone thanks to Elliott and the night is pretty relaxing. Abigail joins them shortly after they arrive, her constantly talking to the baby bump as if it’s gonna respond.

“I’m gonna go order a drink from the bar - I wanna chat with Gus and Emily.” (Y/N) states, her three friends nodding and smiling in admiration. “Okay, doll; we’ll be right here.”

She nods at Sebastian with a smile before heading over to the bar, standing beside Elliott.

“Hey, Gus,” She greets, the bartender offering her a warm smile. “Evenin’, farmer. Good to see ya face again. What’re ya havin’?”

She giggles at his attempted farmer’s accent.

“Just a blackcurrant and soda water, please?” “Comin’ right up, ma’am.” “It really is good to see your face again, (Y/N).” Elliott comments, turning to face the woman once again. “I appreciate it so much.” She whispers, tearing up again.

He smiles and wraps his arm around her before picking up his drink.

“Ladies and Gents, if I could have your attention, please,” The red-head begins, (Y/N)’s eyes widening. “I’d like to raise a toast to our sweetheart of a farmer who joined our wonderful town and naturally made it a better place. She hasn’t been able to have our support lately but I’d like everyone now to raise a toast to this little lady in congratulations of the wonderful baby they’re carrying.” He announces, eyes locking with everyone in the bar. “To (Y/N)!”

And everyone does toast. Drinks in the air. Everyone cheering. Hell, even Clint does and he’s as quiet as anything.

The woman hides her face in Elliott’s jacket in embarrassment. He chuckles and strokes her back.

There’s some fun chat and banter throughout the bar as (Y/N) catches up with everyone, quickly feeling a lot more welcome in her local despite what her worrying thoughts warned her about.

So much fun going on that she doesn’t acknowledge the saloon doors opening.

“Well, well, well, this all looks awfully friendly.”

(Y/N) freezes up at the voice. She’s stood at the bar talking to Emily, the door directly behind her, along with the wife of that monster.

“Surprised the whore actually decided to show her face again.”

The farmer’s eyes clench shut as she fears everything that’s about to happen. Sam and Sebastian hear the voice and stride over to the archway that connects the pool room to the main bar.

“I presume you’ve also fucked the bitch by now, Samson.” Jodi snarks, turning to look at her son who stares her down.

Sebastian looks ready to kill.

“Jodi, I’m afraid if you’re going to be rude, I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” Gus states, trying to remain professional.

The woman smirks.

“Why do I have to leave when that little rat has been spreading her legs for everyone in order to ruin my life!?”

(Y/N) is trembling now, hands gripping onto the bar as if it’s keeping her from collapsing.

“Jodi,” Elliott speaks up, giving the woman a glare that tells her not to start. “Gus asked you to leave.” “Are you all stupid!?” “Mom-” “Don’t you dare call me your fucking mother!” Jodi instantly interrupts her son, pointing her finger.

Sam gulps but is prepared to fight this battle.

“And you!” The woman continues, pointing at the dark-haired boy standing beside her son. “You manipulative, gaslighting little shit!”

Sebastian doesn’t falter at her words. She’s delusional.

“What did you think you’d gain out of making my own son hate his father!?” “Kent did that himself.” The boy remarks, Jodi’s eyes flaring up with more anger. “You’re sick. You’re fucked in the head.”

Sebastian’s convinced that if his mother was here, she’d have lost her shit at Jodi by now.

“Perhaps, but my husband didn’t rape someone half his age whilst still married, so I guess I’ve got that going for me.”

The tension in the room is suffocating. People’s eyes widen as they acknowledge the truth in Sebastian’s words. Kent was the one who got her pregnant.

“Let’s just go.” (Y/N) manages, turning to look at her two best friends.

Jodi scoffs.

“Yeah, that’s right, run back to that petty little farm that you can’t even run properly so drag those two down with you. My son had a future before you fucked him up!”

The farmer sighs and turns around to finally meet Jodi’s glare.

The woman’s eyes widen at the sight of her belly and (Y/N) very rapidly realises that Jodi didn’t know.

“You have got to be fucking joking me.”

The woman at the bar freezes, shaking once more.

“I’m just gonna go home.” She manages, taking a step forward and turning toward the archway where her two best friends are standing, but that’s when Sebastian screams.

“NO!”

Everything happens too fast.

(Y/N)’s head whips back around just in time to see Jodi lunging for her, shoving the farmer with enough force to send her stumbling back into the bar, knocking the wind out of her, before falling into the bar stools and to the ground.

Sebastian and Sam dove forward but weren’t as fast as the silent man in the blue Joja jacket who grabs Jodi by her throat and slams her up against the wall of the saloon.

(Y/N)’s breaths are heavy, moaning in pain, hands wrapping around her belly as her two best friends drop down beside her, along with Elliott and Leah.

“I was always taught to never hit a woman but you’re no fucking lady.” Shane all but growls as Jodi gasps for breath, hands clawing at the man’s hand in an attempt to alleviate his grip. “Shane-” She gasps, eyes wide. “I could fucking kill you, you know that?” The man warns, grip not faltering. “You had the audacity to tell everyone in this town that Sebastian touched her without permission when in reality it was your shit-eating husband.” “Shane…” Marnie’s voice manages to reach his ears. He forgot she was here, to be honest. He doesn’t care.

Marnie isn’t telling him to stop, no. Marnie agrees wholeheartedly with his actions. He knows that. She’s warning him to be careful. To not get caught.

With another shove into the wall, Shane drops the woman, Jodi dropping to her knees as she gasps for breath once more. The man spins around and acknowledges Sebastian and Sam helping the pregnant woman stand up.

And that’s when he sees it.

“Get her to Harvey.” He states, eyes wide. “Yeah, no shit.” Sam manages, not intending to come across harshly. “No, seriously,” Shane adds. “Guys…” Elliott speaks up, Sebastian and Sam looking down and seeing the red stains on the floor where (Y/N) was lay.

The same red stains at the bottom of her dress. The same red stains leaking down her legs.

The two boys’ eyes widen and they look at one another before looking at the girl they’re holding who’s eyes are also on the mess.

“No…” She whimpers, legs giving in but Sebastian and Sam catch her. “Come on, baby, we’ve gotta get you to Harvey. The dark-haired boy manages, heading toward the door. “No, no, no, no, no, please!” She’s screaming. Sobbing. Her heart is shattering and everyone can see it.

Shane opens the door for the boys, sprinting ahead and banging on Harvey’s door.

“HARV, OPEN UP! EMERGENCY!” He yells, Sam and Sebastian slowly approaching with the screaming woman in their arms. “FOR FUCKS SAKE, HARVEY, OPEN UP!”

The doctor sprints to the door scared that Shane has relapsed once again, but this is so much worse.

“She’s bleeding.” They’re the only words Sam manages as he meets the scared gaze of Harvey.

He nods and ushers them inside, quickly preparing a bed for the woman where he injects her with some substance or other to knock her out, her screams dying down.

Sam and Sebastian are stood by the bed, bloodstains on their clothes, eyes wide as Harvey begins to work on the woman.

“Guys, come on, you’ve gotta let him work.” Shane attempts, they listen. They stare at the woman with lost eyes but let Shane lead them outside of the room.

They’re lost. Sam and Sebastian. Shane is talking to them both but neither of them can understand any of the words he’s saying. They simply manage to find each others’ gaze and cling onto each other in a bone-shattering hug.

Shane’s breaths are heavy. He isn’t exactly best friends with the farmer but she’s the only one who never judged him. She would always sit with him and have a drink. Buy him a pint or two. Saved his life when he hit an all-time low. He saw her as a friend, and she saw him as an equal. That was more than enough for him.

When he heard the gossip that Kent was attacked by Sebastian because the soldier threatened to expose that the quiet emo both was a rapist, he didn’t believe it. How could he? (Y/N) treated Sebastian with the same amount of care that she treated himself with. Now he knows he was right. Sebastian isn’t a bad guy, but that fucking asshole…

Hours pass. How many? Neither of the men are sure. Sebastian told Shane to go home after he calmed down. Thanked the man for defending (Y/N). Shane could only apologise that he wasn’t quick enough to stop the initial hit - Sam and Sebastian told him it wasn’t his fault. He wishes he believed them.

Harvey’s footsteps echo across the surgery, Sam and Sebastian immediately up on their feet and looking at the man with so much anticipation

“She’s still out but will probably wake in the next hour or so.” The doctor begins, the men somewhat nodding but awaiting the more important information.

Harvey sighs and removes his glasses from his face and ruffling his hair.

“Gents, I’m sorry, but the baby didn’t make it.”

Sebastian’s body starts to shut down. He remains frozen, eyes staring lifelessly at the brunet in front of him.

“Seb,” Sam whispers, noticing the absence of life in his friend.

The blond’s heartbroken. He’s crying. Not only was that his best friend’s kid, it was his half-brother.

Sebastian’s face turns to look at Sam, still remaining stoic.

“Why her?” He whispers, Harvey tearing up at the question. “What did she ever do to deserve this?”

Sam lets out a sob and shakes his head, looking around the room for the answer that doesn’t exist.

“She didn’t deserve this.” Is all he can whisper.

Another two hours pass. The two men are sitting on either side of her bed as she stirs. No words have been said between them.

A groan rumbles in her throat as the blinding light of the hospital room takes over her vision.

Sebastian is holding one hand whilst Sam is holding the other.

“Take it easy.” Sebastian whispers.

When the room finally starts to make more sense, the woman glances over at Sebastian and Sam.

“Hey…” It’s muffled against the oxygen mask covering her face. “Hi, gorgeous.” The dark-haired boy murmurs, forcing a smile despite his painfully obvious tear-stains.

She takes a moment to remember everything that happened but the gasp that escapes her follows a number of beeps from the monitors she’s hooked up to.

“Woah, hey, hey, hey, baby, calm down,” “Woah, (Y/N), it’s okay!”

Sam and Sebastian are both up on their feet trying to calm the now frantic woman down.

“Breathe, baby, breathe.” Sebastian attempts, watching her head drop down and hands jump to her, now, flat belly. “No, no, no, NO, NO, NO!” She’s ripping the mask off of her face, tearing at all the wires in her body, throwing the bedsheets off of her as she gets a better look at her stomach.

Sebastian wraps his arms fully around the woman, cocooning her against him, whilst Sam stumbles back and throws his head back against the wall. His fists are clenched as silent tears pour down his face.

It took the woman months to come to terms with her pregnancy and decide she wanted it, picturing the perfect life with Sebastian and Sam by her side, but it's been ripped away from her.

“WHERE’S MY BABY!? WHERE’S MY BABY!?” She’s screaming, Sebastian sobbing and trying to keep her trapped against his body to stop her flailing about. “(Y/N), doll, shh, it’s okay, it’s okay, breathe for me.”

Harvey comes sprinting into the room and sees the state of the woman who’s just woken.

“SOMEBODY TELL ME WHERE MY BABY IS-” The woman’s screams fade out as Harvey injects her with some sort of drug to knock her out. “I’m sorry, I was upstairs organising some files.” The doctor utters, Sebastian pulling back from the woman so Harvey can fix up her wires.

The two boys don’t respond.

“What do we do, Harvey?” Sam whispers, still leaning against the wall, staring aimlessly at the unconscious woman. “She’s going to take a while to recover but with the right support around her, I think she’ll be fine.”

More silence.

“Can she ever get pregnant again?” Sebastian manages, voice barely above a whisper. “Yes.”

It’s barely enough to relieve either of the men.

“Can she have sex?” The darker-haired boy continues to ask as many questions as possible, wanting to be ready to answer everything the woman may have when she wakes again. “Yes, but I would recommend waiting a couple of weeks before inserting anything into her vagina. Her cervix is open so she’s prone to infection.” Harvey answers all the questions with explicit professionalism. “Is she gonna be in pain?” Sam manages, his eyes flitting to Harvey for a moment before returning to (Y/N). “Some pain in the lower abdomen, similar to menstrual cramp pain, is quite common after a miscarriage,”

Sebastian’s eyes clench shut at the word itself.

“This should only last a couple of days really; if there’s any noticeably bad pain then you can come back to me and I can offer painkillers, but I won’t let her out of here until she feels up to it anyway.”

They both manage a nod.

“Is there anything we can do for her?” “She needs to continue to eat and drink plenty even though she may not feel up to it. Try and stop her doing physical work on the farm, she needs rest.” The boys continue to nod in understanding as Harvey speaks. “She will probably struggle to sleep for a while honestly.”

There’s silence after that as Harvey switches about the wires and tubes in the woman’s body.

“If she wakes up again, press this button and I’ll be right in.” “Thanks, Harvey.”

It’s an hour later when the doctor returns with a knock at the door.

“Sorry to interrupt, gents, but Robin is here and has asked if she can see you, Sebastian?” Harvey states, Sam looking at his friend, curious for the response. “Is she welcome in here?”

Harvey nods.

“Of course.”

A moment later, another knock followed by Robin’s entry. She looks like she’s going to cry when she looks at (Y/N)’s, practically lifeless, body laying on the medical bed.

“Hi…” She whispers, looking at her son with uncertainty.

Sebastian stands up and hugs his mother in that moment.

“Oh, Sebby…”

A sob escapes the boy’s lips.

“She didn’t deserve any of this, mom.”

Robin remains silent for a moment, glancing over at the blond across the room who’s staring at the floor, crying once again.

“What’s gone on, Sebastian?” She whispers, hands stroking the back of her heartbroken son.

The pair pull back and sit down, Sebastian’s eyes returning to the unconscious woman.

“(Y/N) and I have had a ‘friends with benefits’ arrangement for a little while now - discussed dating and stuff but decided we’re not quite ready for it,” The boy begins, Robin holding his hand and stroking it. “I know full well I’ll never love another woman the same way I love her.”

He pauses, trying to find a starting point.

“When you and Demetrius were away on your anniversary trip, I had Abigail, (Y/N) and Sam over to play some video games and shit. Everyone left except (Y/N), but she was packing her stuff as if ready to leave; she normally stays the night. I wrapped my arms around her and asked if she was leaving already but she froze.” He pauses, remembering the exact moment he held the woman he loves in his arms and she froze up like he just made the worst mistake of his life. “Like, really froze. It scared me. I let go. She said she had some farm stuff to take care of and started heading toward the door but I grabbed her wrist - not hard! But she fucking screamed. Stumbled into the wall and stared at me like I just burnt her.”

Robin doesn’t tell the boy off for swearing on this occasion.

“She ran out after that. I was scared shitless. I saw it in her eyes that she was fucking traumatised. She’s never been like that - certainly not with me. She loves physical affection and shit, she would never react like that. Anyway, I sat and thought it over for a while, worried about what the fuck I’d done to make her so fucking scared of me, and realised I hadn’t done anything, and even if I had, she would’ve told me. We’re best friends, she tells me everything…”

Robin is tearing up as she listens to what her son has been through whilst she’s been completely oblivious.

“I decided to deal with it later cause it was late. Next morning I call by Pierre’s to ask Abby for her help, grabbed Sam too, and told them what had happened. Sam immediately suggested that someone’s hurt her, agreeing that it’s not like her to turn down physical affection, especially screaming from a touch. We went to her place - she was still in the same clothes she fell asleep in which worried me too. We asked her if someone had hurt her and she lost it. She broke down in tears as we asked her more and more questions trying to get to the bottom of whatever the fuck had happened.”

Sebastian pauses as he sniffles and wipes the tears from his face.

“She told us she was raped; admitted it was Kent. Said she didn’t wanna tell us because he’s Sam’s dad. She didn’t want Sam to lose the father he’s been waiting years for.”

Robin’s eyes turn to the blond across the room, seeing his eyes clenched shut, fists tight, tears falling.

“Sam didn’t believe her first - I don’t blame him, but I knew (Y/N) would never lie to us, especially about something like this. Sam stormed out and gave Kent a hefty punch or two, I followed - scared Sam might take it too far.”

He fucking deserved it. Those are Sam’s unvoiced thoughts.

“He fucking deserved it though.” Sebastian voices his thoughts anyway. “I went in and Kent was mouthing off some shit about how she was asking for it and shit-talking her, so I lost my fucking cool and gave the guy a good hit.” “Or ten.” Sam quietly remarks, a very brief smirk on his lips. “The asshole deserved it. Anyway, I was stopped because (Y/N) and Abby turned up and I didn’t want her to see that. She passed out after Kent spat out some more utter bullshit. I carried her up to ours since you guys were away - figured she could do with somewhere away from her own house and that fucker’s.”

Robin is crying but lets her son finish.

“I just let her rest for a few days. She didn’t say or do much, we just watched some TV, I read to her, made her food, bla bla, then one day she asked if she could speak to Maru as she realised she could have damage, infections, possible pregnancy, which I hadn’t even fucking thought about.” “You can’t beat yourself up over this, Seb.” Sam manages, sparing a glance at the dark-haired boy.

Sebastian gulps but continues.

“I asked if she was sure and she said yes, so we spoke to Maru who got us in with Harvey that very evening. Found out she was pregnant. We slept on it since she was unsure what she wanted to do. Sam came over the next day to see how (Y/N) was doing - and because Jodi and Kent kicked him out, Jodi losing her shit and saying I was gaslighting them both or some dumb fucking shit,” He takes a deep breath, trying to remain calm. “We eventually agreed to move to the farm, all three of us, and she decided she was going to keep the baby - wanted to try and get something good out of this whole shit show.” “So when did Kent actually…” Robin trails off, not wanting to break her son even more. “End of Spring - like, a fucking week after he came back to Pelican Town.” Her son confirms. “Anyway, I’m sure you’ve heard the drama of what happened in the saloon. (Y/N) decided she missed going out. We were all very aware of Jodi spreading utter bullshit in order to protect to darling husband and whatever, so we’d all been on the down-low for a while. We decided to go to the saloon, Sam and I very ready to protect her from any bullshit thrown her way, but Elliott grabbed our attention as we came in and said she’d been missed. Later in the night, she was chatting to everyone, Elliott raised a toast to congratulate her on her pregnancy, it was really nice to see her smiling again.” “She was glowing.” Sam whispers, Sebastian managing a momentary smile. “Yeah. Anyway, Jodi turns up at like eleven PM, starts shit-talking (Y/N), me, Sam… You probably would’ve smacked her.”

Robin attempts a small chuckle.

“(Y/N) says she’s just gonna leave and doesn’t want to cause any drama, but Jodi obviously wasn’t aware she was pregnant and lost her shit, shoving her back into the bar. She fell down, smacked her body on the stools and her head on the floor. Sam and I were too far away to fucking stop it. Shane stepped in though, pinned the bitch up against the wall and threatened her. (Y/N) was bleeding… a lot. Shane helped Sam and I get her here, but she, uh, the baby didn’t make it.”

Silence.

“And now we’re here.” “What time even is it?” Sam manages. “Just after one PM.” Robin confirms.

The boy nods.

“I’m sorry you felt like you couldn’t talk to me about all this. I can’t even begin to imagine how hard this has been on you. Both of you.”

Sebastian attempts an appreciative smile but it barely lasts a second.

“Come here, Samson.” Robin adds, standing up and opening her arms for the boy. “Robin, thank you, but-” “Come here.” She doesn’t take no for an answer, simply smiling and accepting the embrace. “You’re always welcome into my home.”

He squeezes a little tighter.

“Thank you.” “You and Sebastian have always been like brothers anyway.”

He pulls back and smiles

“He drives me crazy like a brother.”

She manages a chuckle.

“He drives me crazy like a son.” “I’m right here.” It’s a sarcastic remark from the dark-haired boy. “Has she woken up yet?” The carpenter asks, taking a seat back beside her son. “Yeah, but she realised her bump was gone and lost her mind; Harvey had to inject her with some anaesthetic or something to knock her back out.” “Oh, bless her.”

Some time passes and Robin says she’ll head off, not wanting to intrude when the woman wakes up once more. What she doesn’t tell either of the men is that she’s going to add some renovations to the woman’s farm, free of charge, to help accommodate all three of them, and a baby in future if she wishes to try again.

Sam stands up and walks over to sit beside his best friend, taking his hand.

“I’m sorry, Seb.” “Do you think she’ll be okay?” Sebastian whispers, not taking his eyes off of the girl.

The blond pauses, contemplating his answer.

“We’ll make sure she is.”

Another forty-five minutes pass before the woman begins to stir, Sebastian immediately noticing the way her eyelids twitch. He presses the emergency button to contact Harvey straight away, praying that they can keep her calm enough to stay awake this time round.

The running footsteps resound in the small medical room the three of them are occupying, Harvey unlocking the door with worried eyes.

“She’s twitching a little - stirring - I think she’s gonna wake up; I figured I’d get you here first.” Sebastian briefs, the doctor nodding and checking over her machines and stats once again.

The woman groans, feeling exhausted, which is bizarre given that she’s waking up. Her body feels like it’s got the weight of Lewis’ truck resting on it.

What the hell?

“(Y/N), can you hear me?”

Is that… Harvey’s voice?

“If you can hear me, love, can you try and give me a sign? Wiggle your fingers or toes?”

Why the hell wouldn’t she be able to hear him? He sounds like he’s right beside her.

Nonetheless, she complies and attempts to move her digits.

“Perfect. Okay, (Y/N), I’m going to tell you a few things but I need you to remain calm, okay? Despite everything I’m reminding you of, you’re one-hundred percent safe right here right now.”

She’s clearly in the hospital.

Another mining accident? She usually can hear Marlon nagging in her ear by now though about how reckless she is.

“You’re in the hospital due to getting hurt when in the saloon. You were pushed and fell to the floor. Do you remember?”

Who in the hell of Stardew Valley would push her?

“(Y/N)...”

Sebastian?

“Can you hear me, doll?”

Attempted finger movements.

She also tries to turn her head toward her best friend’s voice but her eyes aren’t assisting just yet.

“Hey, pretty girl,” She fails to see the soft smile on Sebastian’s face, perfectly paired up with the tears staining his cheeks. “You remember Sam’s family?”

Vincent?

Jodi?

Oh, fuck-

Jodi.

Kent.

Another gasp and she feels multiple hands on her body as if pinning her down.

“Breathe, doll, it’s okay.” “(Y/N), remember that you’re safe.” Harvey inputs. “Don’t panic, you’re okay, I promise.”

The pet name ‘baby’ is on the tip of Sebastian’s tongue, but there’s a time and a place for that…

“Just focus on staying calm, doll, or else we can’t help you.”

She was pregnant.

The saloon.

Elliott.

Jodi was pissed.

Jodi didn’t know she was pregnant - how!?

She was pushed.

The blood.

Bleeding.

Her baby…

“Try and stay calm, (Y/N).” Harvey’s voice interrupts her thoughts once more; it’s then that she realises how obnoxiously loud the beeping of her heart monitor is as it gets faster.

With struggling efforts, the woman manages to move one of her hands across her body to her flat stomach.

She lost the baby.

There’s no way she had the baby - she had two months left.

Is that possible?

Perhaps this was the way it was meant to be.

With strain, she manages to open her eyes, the blinding hospital lights barely hurting in comparison to the loss of her baby.

“Welcome back, (Y/N).” The doctor greets, but she hasn’t even looked at any of the men in the room yet. “Just to make you aware, I’m in the room along with Sebastian and Sam.”

Sam…

“Hey, (Y/N).” The blond comments.

She doesn’t respond.

Eventually, she manages to turn her head and acknowledge the doctor beside her. He offers a reassuring smile and waits patiently for her to feel comfortable.

She then rolls her head around and sees the two boys standing side by side, both crying and looking like they haven’t slept in days. Or showered. Or eaten.

With slow, mechanical movements, the farmer reaches up and slowly slides down the oxygen mask covering her mouth. She licks her lips and moistens her mouth, feeling just how dry her throat is.

“You two look like shit.”

Sam can’t help the laugh that erupts from his throat, mixed with a sob or two. Sebastian simply smiles and shakes his head.

“Missed you too, gorgeous.” The latter mutters. “You’re not lookin’ too hot yourself, farmer.” Sam adds, jokingly.

She attempts a smile before turning to look back at Harvey.

“How long have I been out?” “Eighteen hours-ish.” The doctor confirms. “You woke up about ten hours ago but weren’t doing so good.”

She nods.

“I lost the baby?”

The anguish on Harvey’s face is enough to know.

“I’m really sorry, (Y/N). I tried everything I could.”

She simply smiles and nods before turning to look at the two boys on the other side of her.

“Are you mad?”

The men's faces contort into confusion and shock.

“Mad? Why on Earth would we be mad? Of course we’re not mad, doll, we’re just glad you’re okay.” Sebastian assures the woman, resting a hand on her matted hair. “(Y/N), I’m just glad you’re alive and breathing.” Sam adds.

Harvey answers every question the woman has, brings her some food and drink, and leaves the trio to chat amongst themselves.

“I love you both very much.” “We love you very much, pretty girl.” Sebastian smiles. “My mom came by earlier, by the way - I told her everything.”

(Y/N) nods.

“Does she hate me?” “Of course she doesn’t hate you, (Y/N).”

Silence.

“I want to go home.” “We can go home whenever Harvey says so.” “Will you both stay with me?” “(Y/N),” “Doll,”

Sam and Sebastian begin at the same time, (Y/N) giggling at their synchronisation.

“I think I can speak for Sebastian as well as myself when I say we don’t plan on leaving your side for the rest of our lives.”

It was at that moment that (Y/N) looked at Sam in the same light she looks at Sebastian in.

Love.

Adoration.

Romantic?

But three’s a crowd.

Right?

Sebastian sees the conflict in the woman’s eyes and it makes him grin.

“We’ll figure it out, pretty girl.” The emo boy comments, flashing a wink as she realises he can read her like a picture book. “I love you both.” “We love you too, farmer.”

[heroictoonz]

Alright, best way to start getting into sonic in your opinion, I've only seen X and partially prime and never touched the comics or played the games?

OKAY SO! In all honesty, it really depends very heavily on your own personal interests both in style and media! Fun fact: I also started with Sonic X!! I watched it as a kid and then found Satam and the Archie comics later!! Funny enough it was a reeeeally long time till I got into/played a game.

Like I said I think it heavily depends on what you are interested in and what you have the time or ability to do.

So like, if you are more interested in the shows, I'd say X is a PERFECT start. Sonic X, tho not really seen as that canon to the rest of the franchise cause of it's creative liberties with setting, it does do a lot of stuff both from the games but also original that's super fun and great for a new audiences to get acquainted with the characters and the vibes, I think. Though if you've only seen the dub I do strongly recommend the subs. As much as I love 4kids for the childhood they gave me and for introducing me to one of my biggest special interests for most my life and other shows I enjoy so much they, uh, are not always the best with their dubs qwq Sonic is no exception they changed a lot for it that many fans think screws up some of the story. Of course I also encourage you to watch it with an open mind and form your own opinions on all of this but! Just lettin ya know!

If you wanna continue with the shows I would say Prime is a great one to keep on. There are some fans that complain that its really OOC and like, yeah I think there are some moments here or there but like also it's fun, it's pretty, and if you ship Sonadow there's some nice crumbs in there lol! (Also, personal opinion, I think going into the Sonic franchise and expecting every single media to portray the characters the same way every time is impossible. It's a MASSIVE franchise with TONS of writers both in the Japanese and American sides of Sega and who knows how many more. IDK I don't take screams of OOC to heart all that much personally)

If you wanna see older stuff Sonic the Hedgehog also shortened to Sonic Satam by the fandom is a great cartoon as well. Because of the Archie Sonic series getting the plug pulled, all of those characters are completely retired and non canonical (unless Sega does some king shit but idk if it's possible legally) HOWEVER they are still AWESOME AS FUCK!!! Sally is still to this day one of my fave characters of all time. I was at a con once and a guy at a booth asked me my fave sonic characters I told him it was probably a tie between Shadow and Sally and he was so fucking shocked I knew who Sally was that I didn't realize how much casual sonic ppl don't know the archie characters oirghierhgreui BUT its a super cool show very serious in it's plot and real interesting

TLDR with the cartoons stuff: Sonic X is my first pick for a start so you got that covered but I do recommend the subs, to keep going down the cartoon rout I'd personally say finish Prime next or jump into Sonic Satam

Now if you wanna get more into Sonic via the comics that is a whole other story. There are a few different comic runs, the big three are Fleetway, Archie, and IDW. Fleetway is like insane and I love her dearly but she's fucking bananas wild, one of those 'not a lot of games were out at the time so they did whatever the fuck they wanted' type deals. So I wouldn't recommend Fleetway as a starter but if you wanna see some wild ass Sonic content I say go back to it lol

Honestly, I would recommend either catching up with the IDW series OR start by reading the Archie comics from the Super Genesis Wave to end.

With IDW, I would also say that's the arguably best place to start comic wise. 1) Because it's the current running series. I believe the last one that came out wassss 75? I'm not fully up to date myself but whatever. The IDW comics actually start as a not-explicit-but-well-implied continuation of one of the games, Sonic Forces, but it gives enough background that I don't think you neeeed to play/watch Sonic Forces but it would make the comic start more interesting I feel. 2) Because it has ONLY characters canon to the games or original to the comics. So what you read in IDW is basically considered more or less full canon. The head writer has stated so (though as far as I'm aware no one on the game teams have) and iiiiiif I remember correctly he also worked some on Sonic Frontiers, one of the newer games. Also, again, all the major characters are all pretty standard and established Sonic franchise characters with a few IDW originals sprinkled in to make the world big and the threats interesting.

With Archie being a good start... well... okay. It is but it isn't. SO above I specifically stated to start with Super Genesis Wave Archie which, yes, is not just a string of random ass words. The TLDR (cause this story is INSANE and LONG) is that an old writer on the Archie Sonic comics got sued by Archie because they wanted to keep his characters he made for the franchise but he wanted to leave the team and make his own thing with his own characters it's a whole fucking thing the end of the story is that Archie lost and because of this over 200+ characters had to be retconed from the fucking comics. Yeah. SO to do this there was an in-canon retcon that took place where Eggman fired this weapon that restarted the universe. A shit ton of plotlines were rewritten, characters replaced, and stuff just completely taken out or added in. It was insane BUT the reason I say this would be a decent place to start comic stuff is because 1) the start of this new era makes it to where you really don't have to know that much about the old Archie content to keep up and 2) it's an ended comic so you don't have to worry about it constantly going while you're trying to keep up if that's something you may be worried about. Also, if you do end up watching Sonic Satam and enjoying it, Archie Sonic is the continuation of those characters' stories so! More Sally yay!!!!!

TLDR on starting with comics: IDW starting from the beginning or Archie starting from the Super Genesis Wave

Now if you wanna start with the games. Weeelllll. To be honest with you I watch the games instead of playing them lol! I'm terrible at video games so I watch them on youtube instead of playing them. I've only played a very small handful of Sonic games and an even smaller handful of those did I actually get every far in. Because of this where I know a lot about the games I would not by any means call myself an expert on the topic. I know more about the shows and comics, honestly

BUT if I was to pick a good place to start with the games, I would probably start with Sonic Adventures 1 and 2! I think that the Sonic Adventures games, not only are they INSANELY charming and so cute and fun but also are a perfect spot to really start to get to know the characters and the setting! In fact, you will probably notice a lot of similarities between them and Sonic X since you've seen that show! Since Sonic X was coming out around the Adventure series era they took a lot from those games! They are also the introduction of MANY popular sonic franchise characters and some pretty classic lines and moments!

Honestly, with the games, most of them are made to where you can just jump into the franchise at random. Any that make reference to past games either give an explicit reference so you can follow along or are vague enough to just not matter or be confusing. So by all means! Take a look at the games pick a random one you think looks fun and either play it or pull up a movie version up on youtube! I'm sure you will find something you love in them!!

I hope this was helpful! I know it got suuuuper long lol. But honestly have fun with the franchise! There's SO many good shows, movies, comics, games, everything!! This franchise has it all!! If you ever wanna know more just ask I love the different parts of the franchise and love when people get into sonic !!!!

[xenoblademisadventures]

Xenoblade X poll answers

Elma is a xeno, a BLADE, and a Xenoblade (Monado)

This is incorrect. Elma is a xeno and a BLADE, but she is not canonically related to the Monado. That said, I really would not be surprised if that was an intended plot twist considering that she shares the same color pallet as the damn thing. Furthermore, interesting how Elma somehow knew the earth would be blown up in a skirmish 30 years in advance. There’s other stuff I could say in evidence to this theory, but this isn’t a post about my crack Elma theories, so we’ll leave it at that.

Some other fun information around this idea. In an early trailer for X, BLADE was referred to as “Beyond the Logos Artificial Destiny Emancipator,” though in the final version the acronym is “Builders of a Legacy After the Destruction of Earth.” Elma also has concept art featuring a Core Crystal. 

This doesn’t support any theory because it’s concept art, but it’s an interesting piece of trivia. 

there is an enemy type that reproduces by firing its sperm into orbit

it’s these guys. what a meme of an enemy. dudes just stand there and then turn into a palm tree abomination that one-shots you. I think the guy in Cauldros is the funnies of men. Like, imagine you’re just minding your business and then you get sniped from orbit by a palm tree of death. 

Every enemy type in the game has, like, a multi-paragraph essay, here’s what the Filiavent’s reads.

“The largest of all Miran mollusks, filiavents stay anchored to the ground, feeding on other creatures that come too close. To do so, they contract their lengthy bodies and then swallow their victims whole—along with everything else in the vicinity. All matter then enters the digestive tract, where it is liquefied by powerful acids.

Reproduction also takes place while anchored to the ground. On the night of a full moon, filiavents release a myriad of sperm and eggs into the atmosphere. While most are eaten by other creatures, one in a few thousand survives to be fertilized. Because infants have many predators due to their small size, few of them survive into adulthood—despite the presence of a defensive electrical discharge."

So, yeah, I’m not even exaggerating, these things do canonically reproduce by firing their sperm into orbit.

Samaarians were human, but not the humans you play as; they're functionally gods; this information was revealed during a random sidequest

I wanted to make this one a single option, but character limit. But yeah, Xenoblade X has a weird amount of major plot twists hidden behind random sidequests. This was just the largest one. The sidequest in question was a post-game quest called The Old Gods, where the God of the Zaruboggan is revealed to look like this.

The lore around the Samaarians is that they appeared when the universe was created and started creating a bunch of life, but they’re not benevolent. There are multiple canon slave races created by the Samaarians for that purpose and the humans we play as are implied to be close relatives to the Samaarians. Perhaps made in their image?

But yeah, that’s about the amount X actually reveals about the Samaarians. I imagine that the story was meant to tie into the Klaus arc, but there’s no way of knowing whether the original plans for X’s story contradict what the writers instead made for 2 and 3. 

Also, some of the other major plot twists given by random sidequests include: 

the protagonist is heavily implied to secretly not be a human, the term used is J-Body, but we’re never given insight on what that actually means. The party member Yelv is also a J-Body. This is revealed during Yelv’s Partner.

The White Whale was communicating with some other ships during its 2 year voyage. These ships cannot have been human ships because no one is aware of the existence of fellow surviving humans. This is revealed during White Lifehold. 

Once something gets stuck on Mira, it is impossible to leave. This is revealed by Professor B during his sidequest chain and it is also alluded to by Goetia during Chapter 6.

There was a species of Giants that existed in Cauldros but they were wiped out, most likely, by Yggralith Zero and the Ganglion built their fortress over the ruins of that civilization. All information pertaining to the giants is told through item descriptions in the collectopedia.

There’s also this entire sidequest chain around the Definians, which are a race of shape-shifters controlled by a robot that have controlled species since the dawn of the universe where you overthrow their leader. You kind of just kill a god off-screen in a sidequest, very. 

one of the alien races is from Bionis, this species is not the Nopon

True. The Orpheans are reliant on this virus called the Ovah, which guides their decision making and is connected to their reproduction. In the sidequest A Fateful Choice, it’s revealed that the Ovah came from a world predating the Orpheans. That world was shared with the Telethia where “the Ovah existed as a single entity floating in the ocean of another world.” So, while the name “Bionis” is never given, it’s heavily implied. Furthermore the Telethia is referred to as “the Ruler of Fates” and “the Endbringer,” which are both noteworthy. In the sidequest, the Telethia is compared to a God and is feared by the Ovah. 

The sidequest also involves someone getting eaten by the Telethia and receiving a vision of the past.

The Nopon in X are given zero ties to the Xenoblade universe. The closest we get is a sidequest where two Nopon look for the Sword of Legendaryness, which looks like this.

This is pretty obviously meant to be a goofy reference rather than a serious piece of lore. The item description reads “A legendary sword left behind by ancient Nopon. When the mysterious lettering on the hilt lights up, it gives one the feeling of being able to use special powers.” But I figured it was noteworthy.

the second strongest enemy is known for destroying worlds; unrelated to Earth

True. This would be Pharsis the Everqueen, which is level 98. The strongest enemy is Telethia the Endbringer, which is level 99. This is the Yggralith enemy index entry.

"Hailing from the depths of outer space, these creatures can strip away the ether from entire regions before storing it in their dorsal spines to facilitate interstellar travel. Any unlucky inhabitants of planets they encounter are also devoured down to the very last organism. When this destructive rampage is finished, they set off in search of the next planet.

Though rare, Yggralith do at times come in contact with one another. The ensuing battles spell doom for any planet unfortunate enough to be in the vicinity."

So, yeah, these guys do destroy worlds. There are three yggraliths in the game. They are no relationship to the Ghosts or Ganglion, which were responsible for blowing up the earth. Pharsis is just vibing. I’m pretty sure it’s an infant.

the Ganglion got stuck on Mira before the humans did

In Chapter 6, we learn from Goetia that the Ganglion were transported to Mira by some light, they are trapped on Mira, and that Luxaar believes the Samaarian homeland could be related to Mira. The protagonists assume the Ganglion followed humans, but they are never corrected. Also, it’s important to note that the aliens responsible for crashing the White Whale onto Mira were the Ghosts, which were the faction that the Ganglion were fighting against.

the Bionis and Mechonis make an appearance in the collectopedia

True. The item in question is called the Privative Colossus Statue. It’s found in Noctilum near the Divine Roost (where the Telethia live). 

There they are. Beating the shit out of each other. The item description reads:

“A pair of gigantic stone idols locked in combat. No one is sure who sculpted them or gave them their name, but their primal beauty often leaves a deep impression on those who stand before them.”

Also, related to this, there’s a collectible that’s literally just an ether furnace called the Lost Memory Synthesizer.

“A machine to fuse crystals that conceal some sort of energy. The problem is, said crystals don't seem to exist. Upon realizing its uselessness, the Harrier Sara-Ariel named it in disappointment.”

But yeah, the Bionis and Mechonis do make a cameo.

humans are not classified as humanoids in the enemy index

instead, they’re classified as Mechanoids because everyone’s in a robot body. 

there is a sidequest where you can kill an NPC by telling them to take a shower

true. for some reason all the sidequests around the water plant are fucked up. But yeah, the sidequest is called Lakeside Getaway. An NPC is mad that her coworkers have stopped contacting her and then you learn that they all died because of an enemy that did an Alien. You can kill an NPC by telling them to take a shower because the monsters hatch from water-related things. So, if you let the NPC shower, this happens.

Fantastic.

[lexi-the-demon-69]

I saw your CR hot take post and I have something to tell you

1st of all, Licorice literally witnessed Dark Choco getting hurt, and tried to calm the fight down when DC and Pomegranate were fighting, and she literally told Licorice to be silenced. 2nd, there’s literally tons of evidence in game and Pomegranate and Licorice hate each other and Licorice literally has lines in game boasting about how much he wants to become more stronger then Pomegranate. Third of all, Pomegranate has shown interest in Dark Enchantress cookie, who’s an older woman. Meaning Pomegranate could be in her thirties, plus to add onto that, Licorice could be in his early 20s cause of how he’s a possible highschool dropout and how he has a kpop costume and a school uniform costume. With Pomegranate being a manager and a teacher. Plus teachers can get pressed of charges for dating students, and a manager dating a young kpop star can also be illegal to.

Also, next time before you ship a toxic ship, why don’t you actually pay attention to what’s toxic in canon instead of shipping toxic ships right away, cause you alongside every other lic0//p0m3 shipper in the cookie run fandom has the IQ of a grape and wishes to ignore the fact that lic0//p0m3 is toxic. Cause you just wanna be stubborn

Thanks for bringing this to my attention. Before I even begin to talk more about my reasoning, all I want to say is this:

I do not appreciate being called names over a damn ship. Saying that I have an IQ of a grape all because I ship two piece of shit characters together is not cool. In my personal opinion, I don't see this ship as toxic. Licorice and Pomegranate are both awful people and both use others to get what they want. They are both part of a cult that wants to destroy the world.

Here's my reasoning

1.) Just because Licorice tried to calm down the situation, doesn't mean he likes Dark Choco, nor is he a good person. It simply means that the guy has standards and doesn't agree with how far Pomegranate went.

2.) I don't really see it as "oh they hate each other", but more as they see each other as rivals for Dark Enchantress Cookie's attention. Everyone can interpret things in a different way. You may see them hating each other, while I mostly see it as a dumb rivalry. There's just something about these two arguing and then angrily kissing each other is just too fucking funny. I don't really take the ship as seriously as say Dark Choco x Parfait, but I still like it.

3.) The School of Darkness is an alternate universe. It's not canon as far as I'm aware or concerned. And I don't appreciate you using that as a way to say that the ship is pedophilic in nature. I don't ship them in that universe. In the canon kingdom universe, I do. The same thing goes for the K-pop thing. I don't see the stupid BTS update to be canon but more as a fun little thing for the fans to enjoy. (However, that is debatable) Trying to imply that this ship is illegal over some stupid alternate universe thing or the K-pop shit is disgusting and you should feel ashamed for what you said.

Am I going to stop shipping this? No. Am I going to tolerate you trying to label me as something I'm not? No. If you do not like the fact that I like a ship YOU think is toxic then you can ignore me or block me!

By the way, why'd you ask anonymously? I honestly want to see who you really are or are you just a coward who likes to call people stupid and imply that they're a proshipper over a ship you don't like?

Sit the fuck down and do not send another forsaken ask in my inbox again because I will not respond.

Thank you. UwU

[mobolanz]

For the oc/self-insert x canon ask game: 💕 and 💧 You know I love Evelyn x Reiner but feel free to answer for your other ships as well!

Ah this should be interesting!:D obv I'm going for the precious babes here but also this really got me to move the gears in my brain so I'll focus on them xD 🍎🛡️

💧: How well do they comfort each other when they’re upset? :

For both of them I believe this can be summarized as "pull themselves closer, and therefore be in reach, nevermind what the world says. (Play that one

In reiner's case for example.

Let's assume Evelyn "stormed" out of another room followed by her guardian & boss making a condescending commentary- bonus point if it's outright triggering regarding Evelyn's life before being taken in and occupied under her order. He'd be relieved to have found her to begin with. But catching up wouldn't be a challenge ; Or just spotted in the corner of his eye by herself a while after a similar occurrence. As soon as his presence becomes felt and known, either from behind or as he sits next to her, bluntly remarking "didn't think you'd be here" (immediately implying he noticed something unusual) -and that shaken, and whispery tone of her response as she tenses and avoids eye contact, saying it's nothing tells it right away to him.

one light touch from his big hand to her shoulder causes her to gasp and loosen completely. In a matter of minute or two her face are stained in tears that gathered up there. The denial that comes from how restrictive as if something is inherently wrong about them she is towards her own feelings wouldn't do- no room for listening should he say anything simpler to solve like "Don't just listen to anything she would spout" - so first step would be to get her to allow him undo and that it's safe enough- sign that he's not here to get all judgemental & try needlessly lecturing her but rather the opposite. So long as they're alone take the opportunity to lightly turn her in his direction and puts his arms gradually around her figure in a hug, finding himself lower into it like protectively wrapping around and shielding her.

In Evy's case

it's an initially reluctant approach- what good would it do? What can she say? How's a touch even going to soothe it instead of surpressing it until next time? What does she know or pretend to understand if she's never been there when everything that tore and ate at him took place? AS IF she cam help in return just as much.

But she'll figure that later- now it's more important to ensure it won't be too late for her to even ask and she'd regret for a long long time about now doing this earlier and then have a real reason to see herself as an idiot. Because THAT image kept playing in her mind over and over. (Once it was his multitated and unhealing body on the ship, then the of her guardian telling her he'll totally face consequences for the operation's failure, to seeing his unhealing comatose body after finding falco during the liberio raid, with the overhead words 'no will left to live' ringing in her ears.) she finds herself like being shoved by some force in reiner's direction. Her hands are shaking but she leans onto him while grabbing to his coat, as soon as he becomes aware of what she's just doing evy already stretches her arms to cup his face, a single finger stroking his cheek on the side to spot any tears she couldn't see from there. Staring straight at him.

One it'd either end with a playful fake pain but quiet "oww. Didn't know you had it in you." And forceful laugh Or/in a matter of seconds like in the previous scenario, thumbling slowly to beginning to sob quietly as it catches up to him . She's like the living embodiment of what he wanted once arriving too late, and the opposite of what he thinks he need (because she's really only treating him the way he does with her- not judgement and condemnation) but still feeling so damn amazing and real, and actually full of meaning and worth holding on to- (like what he actually decides to do with his life) but the knowledge he can't and it's not his to have is all sorts of tearing. That light touch , maybe even embrace stings as much as it soothes.

💕: Who confessed first and how? Did it go as planned or did shenanigans ensue?:

No but like you see this is something I can't quite place where and when would it happen and how to initiate it. Especially considering thee whole thing between them is supposed to be a secret/very much restricted (I say as I keep giving yhem tender scenarios) . Somewhere in the 3 years between return to marley and the war? Before or after the liberio raid where reiner visits injured evy in the hospital as a result after he wakes up? AFTER the last battle? (Nahhh)

There's also the factor that by the circumstances (The 13years term & conflict especially) Reiner would see no good out of starting to persuade a relationship with her, also for her safety and respect and image as much as not him chasing another unachievable pointless dream doomed to never happen and only resulting in pain and disasters for others and himself.

But the constant reminder he has to give himself every time he sees those turquoise eyes shrouded in dark circles would probably get him to a mindset of "getting this over with" , where he'd tell her- and hope the sultry feeling leeching on his heart and mind would die in an instant like the last two times (but it didn't with them either) the spark would be replace with disgust and anger- come on, say you're sick of me. and tear the fantasy yet again, to remind him it was stupid (but isn't that what love is about?) And deluded to imagine even he can have such life with what he is (for the third time ever by now). It's too good to be true, for his own good. Maybe even slap him to let that sink in.

Give himself a reason to leave.

But his mind can't illustrate that picture

It always just shifts into a completely different person

And it never comes either. The shift from awe to hatred. It's just not her she's not like that- he never once severly hurt her before either, but she WOULD even be deeply hurt had she known this is what he was hoping of her to do.

Evy's just someone that entered his cabin in the ship back to marley the night they sailed to treat someone she didn't know- not kick his multitated body and spit venom in his face for being a pathetic failure that doomed everyone.

He takes a step back to lean on a nearby wall or a pole. Looking up at the empty ceiling or vast sky. Clenching his teeth followed by a heavy sigh as he looks back down, to the floor and then her.

That , depending on where I choose to place it, makes it either a relief- or thousands-million times worse.

Did... did I figure that out while typing???D: gosh forbidden love I fuck with it so hard <\3

Okay guess the answer is... Reiner confessed :").

~OC / Self-Insert x Canon Ask Game~

[rangedreign]

ohhh my favourite part of ask games, (harmless) petty fandom drama. i know these are a lot so ofc feel free to pick and choose but im nosy and love gossip so if you feel like it *eyes emoji*:

1 2 (just for the drama lol) 6 (feel free to ignore i understand u completely but i live for drama lol) 7 (MORE) 8 12 (<3) 16 (*eyes emoji*) 21 22 (for some final positivity)

1 - the character everyone gets wrong cedric the sorcerer. he deserves respect as a person, and the royal family was wrong to deny him that, but he does little to earn respect as royal sorcerer. 'oh he has such a good and relatable arc' whup tee doo his grand finale was... *checks notes* doing his job correctly. the one he's been training for his whole life. color me unimpressed by a character that should have either left that job YEARS ago or put a little effort into anticipating what he'd be asked to do and practicing instead of trying to prove his worth through stunts and domination.

2 - a compelling argument for why your fave would never top or bottom can't do it lol, everyone's a verse in my mind

6 - which ship fans are the most annoying? shoutout to the time i went through the snape/lily tag and couldn't scroll 3 posts without a james/lily shipper trying to pull moral rank. however i think 75% of the hp fandom has ship rabies.

7 - what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how how the fandom acts about them? eh, none, i don't let fandom influence my interpretations of characters that way. cedric is closest but the fandom misinterpretation is just an additional annoyance, rather than a driving force

8 - common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about 'cedric and sofia have a good relationship'. shipping or not, they're completely one-sided. what does cedric provide sofia with? he doesn't even listen to her particularly well.

12 - the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them to no one's surprise, my first pick here is wormwood from sofia the first. he was created as a joke, ha ha the pet is smarter than the human master, but then the show makes you judge him by human moral standards as the foil to cedric's 'deserving of second chances'. the show itself asks you to view a character that cannot leave servitude as human, and wants you to believe that his station is right. it's so deeply unfair. i care him. i respect him. i want to see him take the power of humanity for himself, abuse it, naturally, because that's all humans have ever done to him, then grow into a complete person when he realizes he cares despite it all. knowing that, i feel like mentioning areelu should come as no surprise. doing great evil in response to evil that was done to you? that's so up my alley. up my pussy even. making her bond with daeran of all people is such a great idea, someone who cannot forgive her, but must move on and work with her regardless. it seems like most people write her off as too evil to live, but she's still a super genius. there's a lot to be gained by befriending her. the gold dragon ""redemption"" happens so absurdly fast though. 'oh shit guess this is pretty fucked up, so glad you're a piss-colored lizard bc that's the only way i'd ever listen to you' wrath's writing in general has a bit of a quantity over quality issue. a lacking-logic issue. no way my azata would sacrifice herself just cuz without knowing what areelu will do once she's gone.

16 - you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc) - hero-type main characters in general. idk exactly what it is but i find most of them very dull, and often irritating. a lack of desires beyond duty? can't often be described as freaks? they just never have any footholds for interesting ideas to me. - gold aasimar cum. if you want something golden to come out of daeran's dick, you can just make him piss XD also does that imply his hair is naturally white? - daeran x chill/lawful/'boring' kcs - i can tell that on some level he wants the stability from people like that, but i can't see him actually bonding with them. esp not towards the start of the game. - truly, utterly pathetic meow meows. like, listen, i love shoving a character into a Situation and watching them flounder around, but they've gotta be proficient at something!

21 - part of canon you think is overhyped for just about everything: the worldbuilding. i think people get impressed by the mere existence of worldbuilding, rather than the quality of it. pf surprised me when i looked deeper into stuff and found it gave me the same 'this is a hot mess and i have to make shit up for it to make sense' feeling as stf. i expected better from a massive ttrpg but ok. for wrath, also the characters and the music. the characters rely on one-note personalities with maybe a ~hint~ of spice, with one extremely notable exception of daeran. the degree to which he beats out every other character in complexity is stunning, really. the music is... just fine? it's not amazing, it does exactly what you'd expect a track for that purpose to do. I think most of the tracks have muddy orchestration, too much focus on harmony/vibes and not enough on rhythm and melody. the one track i really love is 'a drink before the battle', it has a great flow and dynamics and i wish it played more often.

22 - your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores the villains/antagonists, best part of literally any media ever

[blazlngblade]

See I went the other way. I made it lighter and softer. -slaps my cotc game- this game can fit so much fluff because I want it to. I took one look at Auguste and went “Him and Gilderoy are gonna get together and he’s gonna be redeemed and no one will stop me” and I’m now saving the 30k rubies to guarantee full awakening for when he’s released. I have so many hcs and expansive backgrounds for so many travelers and it’s fun sitting around creating a found family.

And yeah the og 8 traveler stories.... some are. :/ Alfyn said in the og game he’s never been further than Saintsbridge. Tressa has never left town. And then making Erhardt spend 8 years in the desert... when in the main game he was said to wander, and his old friends are everywhere....

I know the creators said it’s canon, but for me, CotC is a spin-off that I pick and choose things from. It’s the only way I can reconcile it with the og game, because the contradictions and retcons are kinda ridiculous.

We're definitely different in this case then! :o I like fluffy things, but I love angst more. >:D I love picking out the implied dark things then making it like 110% times worse! Even in the more lighthearted first game. Olberic and Ophilia are my favourites and I love the potential their stories have for it all.

Like I said, I think more about the Story Characters (I'd say "NPCs", but they ain't that anymore) less of the Travelers, so the dark stuff is more easier to come up with. (Oskha, Bargello, or Wealth in general, I love it all and its disturbing potential!!)

I can't judge the shipping of Gilderoy and Auguste because I ship Sofiano (Tiziano X Sofia). I say go for it! (...Are you the "Gilderoy fan" that Mini has told me about...?? If so, hello! It's nice to know who is being spoken about.)

In my future "canon" version of the game's plot, the main character is Shelby, my playthrough is simply just that, my own playthrough for my enjoyment. In the end, the collaboration with my brother's team is the canon we go with. Though his team is also barely involved either. It's complicated to explain, but one day I hope to write this story!

On the topic of Brigades/Main Teams, mine would be considered a "family" as well. I talked about that kind of thing in this post here if you were curious! May I ask you what your Main Team is? All I know is Gilderoy right now! I'd like to know about your team if you are willing to share.

Here's my team in one of my favourite Photo Spots; the 2021 Harvest Moon.

Wrath has actually implied he's traveled around. He was in the Highlands for his Recollection and je was in Sufratarja for his Traveler Story because it's a closer location to Wellspring, and it allows his story to naturally transition into the first game's plot. Mostly every first game character story does this. Meaning he had traveled to the Sunlands and stopped in Sufratarja, then after his Traveler Story he comes across the events given to us in the first game. He's only been in Sunlands/Wellspring for two years, not eight. Two years is more reasonable as it's long enough to be considered a "hero" of Wellspring, and kinda makes more sense since the town seems to barely know who he is aside from that he helps protect the town. Keeping yourself hidden for two years is easier than eight.

But anyway, in my opinion, I'd take most stories as canon with the exception of the Main 8, they chose to write their stories "grand" because they were main characters once. However, this game they aren't the main characters, and that should be understood by fans and by the creators! From what I know of all the Main 8 Stories (So far we've read through H'aanit, Cyrus, and Primrose, but I've played Tressa's), the only one that kinda seems okay in a canon sense is Cyrus' Traveler Story. Primrose's was very close to being okay, until she left Sunshade to go to the Finesand Ruins. There's also very missed potential in her story with getting Yusufa involved. H'aanit's technically fine as well, but it's just weird that they imply she's so "useless" when she's like 23 years old and I am sure she's an excellent hunter.

But yes, Alfyn going to the Highlands and Coastlands didn't happen at all. Tressa travelling from the Coastlands to Flatlands to Coastlands to Highlands to Sunlands, back to the Coastlands didn't happen, and especially not within one afternoon. :/

This might just be me, but I can't stand when they write stories with the characters making it sound like the continent is so easy to walk through and towns are so near each other. It sounds like gameplay being put into it. I want to imagine it takes an appropriate while to travel from town to town on foot, because thinking about the team having a campfire and all that stuff on the way is kinda nice. :) See, I told you I like some lighthearted things!!

These "answers" are getting quite long... :o I like to talk about this game, so thank you for sending these messages and allowing me to do so.

[selfshippinglover]

All of the ♡ valentine’s day self ship ask game ♡ wiiiith Tim?

EEE THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOOOU OODLES!! HUGGING YOOOU OOUGH TIM! MR. WRIGHT!! BELOVED!!

It gets long lol

adoration — how would your f/o speak about you to someone else?

Tim isn’t all that much of a talker unless he’s relaxed or with someone he trusts. Even then, he’s more of a listener. That said, he would speak of me like anyone else he knew at first. Very casual and closed off but his brown eyes look a little excited, and maybe there’s a little bit more of a curl upwards in his lips.

be mine — how would they react to you flirting with them, do they get flustered? flirt back?

Tim would either flirt back(more in like a casual joking way between buds) or just automatically respond with something like “ok” and then his brain would catch up a few moments later. If he thinks on it for too long, his cheeks get red >:)

bouquet — what’s their favorite flower and why?

I generally relate him with Poppy flowers because of his tragic hero arc in the story but I think he would be drawn to brighter colored flowers like marigolds. He’s a big fan of yellow ones since they remind him of Brian and I QwQ,,

crush — when did your f/o realize their feelings for you? how did they deal with those feelings?

When it comes to Tim, he’s not immune to a pretty face but he has lots of issues with trust and opening up to others so it was slow. Sometime in season 2 of Marble Hornets between dodging the Operator and Hoody and Alex. It starts small like ont he set of Marble Hornets I’m one of the first people to talk to him. We joke and vent about Alex after shooting, I get him waters, check in, and everything I’d do for anyone else on the set but he finds it a little less tense when I’m around. It’s nice because even back then, it was like someone really cared about him, ya know?

season One I don’t like that Jay wants to lie to Tim about the reason why they’re questioning him about Marble Hornets. Hell, she even attempts to imply that there’s a bigger reason they came but also she doesn’t want to step on Jay’s toes or anything.

Cut to season Two. Jay, Tim, and I are on the road and the run from supernatural beings and something like friends alike. I am quite protective over both Tim and Jay. Patching them up, checking in with them, teaching Jay how to actually stfu and sneak right, and retaining faith in both of them no matter what information is revealed by whoever. Even if Tim himself holds a tape back, even if he does something scary or violent, she’s steadfast in believing and forgiving the both of them. After all, it’s mostly Operator sickness to blame. He’s not exactly sure when but one of the times she pushes him out of dangers way he feels something warm and fuzzy. Another time he lies awake in one of the many hotels and finds his gaze drifting over to her and maybe his cheeks heat up a little at the sight of her unusually calm face. Maybe he chides the little voice in his mind that suggests curling up next to her. In an especially emotionally vulnerable moment(I’m unsure when but it might be when Jay gets the tape from Tim’s pocket that he hid? Maybe when he tells the truth about his childhood?) wherein she states that of course it’s okay if Tim did x, y, or z thing. “You and Jay are the only people in the world I trust right now. Nothing you could ever do would make me think any less of you.” She smiles, tired and worn but still smiling. Her hands are warm and soft in his own. The storm inside him stills for one quiet, spectacular moment.

After that he’s a bit more protective over her, tries to instigate touch in little ways(brushing hands, head in lap, etc) and it’s just a lot of implication?

Eventually they end up cuddled up together in hotel beds, using something like being too cold or lonely as an excuse.

confession — how’d the confession happen, and looking back on it, what are your (and f/o’s) thoughts abt how you both were back then?

It was less a confession and more a feeling that they both shared, unspoken. Though she was sure the night Tim asked to cuddle up with her. :)

I mean, we were both just doing the best we could with a terrible situation. There will always be things they wish they had done differently but they’re happy to have one another, anyways.

darling — what outfits would you both wear on a date? feel free to show pics!

Tim isn’t one for dressing up really so he’d probably just wea what he’s usually wearing lol

My S/i likes to dress up, tho! Since ACTUALLY GOING ON  ADATE would happen after everything else, she would dress up a bit to treat the both of them.

date night — describe your ideal date with them! spare no expense, realism to the wind, what’s your dream outing?

Gosh, I don’t really have one that one wouldn’t involve going back in time and bringing along everyone. A day at the mall or a picnic in a  gazebo with all our friends and his hand in mine? Nothing would be more perfect Q///Q

hand holding — how are they with physical affection? who initiates it first?

I will typically initiate pda since he isn’t a big fan and I am. But he’ll usually be the first to offer me his touch in scary situations or ones that make me anxious cause he knows from experience that I find that grounding.

hugs — are you and f/o affectionate / open about your relationship in public?

I’m all about telling people and Tim doesn’t really care unless asked directly...but we’ll also do casual lovey dovey stuff in public if i ask reaalllly nicely <3

love letters — are they good at expressing how they feel? what’s their best way of letting you know they love you?

Tim has always had to hold back and hide his feelings between his general mental illness and the Operator sickness so sometimes it can take a bit for him to open up about something.

That said, his eyes immediately search for mine in a crowd and I’m one of the few people that he shows genuine concern for so i know I’m special :3

smitten — was it easy for the people around you and f/o to figure out you liked each other? did they get involved in you getting together at all?

I AM SO EASY TO READ IT’S NOT EVEN FUNNY? LIKE JAY WAS ASKING ME QUESTIONS IN THE FIRST WEEK OF FILMING KJGGKJBS

With everything going on, the only time anyone could’ve possibly poked fun would be on the Marble Hornets set or maybe personally to Tim. (aka Jay sees it but doesn’t say anything only lowkey mentions one to the other to see if it’ll happen organically)

However, I think Brian would tease both of them a LOT if he’d known about it! XD He’s the type to try to put us in romantic situations together. Alex wouldn’t give much of a fuck but he can tell something’s there and may just casually say something with the implication but nothing more.

soulmates — do you believe in soulmates? what about your f/o? did that change for either of you when you met each other?

hahahhaah you think Tim believes in soulmates? hahahahha NO

I think of them as a fictional concept that people like to play with but ultimately probably isn’t real? It’s a fun story tho!

sweets — what’s their favorite valentines-esque food? (think anything you’d get in that seasonal aisle at the grocery store!)

Tim doesn’t really have much of a sweet tooth(give him a good steak tho) buuuut he won’t pass up chocolate if it’s offered :)

valentine — gush about your valentine! ^^

o-oh gush? gee idunno but uhhh

gays are very attracted to Tim?? Like gay people are HEAD OVER HEELS FOR HIM??

and honestly they are soooo right to be!

I’m not even into facial hair but like, the sideburns!!

and the cute little bang over his eyes <3

This face is a favorite of mine kkbjgs

p-preddy brown e-eyes >////>

and he’s chubby <333

clean shaven an preddy <3

IDK YA’LL HE’S JUST VERU HANDSOME AND WOULD BE 30000/10 TO CUDDLE WITH CAUSE HE’S CHUBBY ,,=-=,,,

[zinzinina]

okay I'm not sure I'd you're still doing the uh. thing where you write a scene from a different pov but if you are and have time/interest, would you feel like doing poe pov with that part in directions where he asks how many other guys she's been with? I love love love that fic so much btw and I'm gonna go through your masterlist when I get off work <3

Hello! ✨ A little confession: some of these have been sitting in my inbox for months. I secretly didn't plan on fulfilling this request because it meant that I'd need to go re-read Directions, and I very rarely read my own writing again once it's been posted. But I was in the mood for something fun and easy, and then I actually had a great time revisiting this story! So thank you so so much @buckyisdisabled, @lostinwonderland314, @mandaloriandin and sweet Yearning Human anon for asking for this and for your lovely messages. I really hope you have as much fun reading it as I did writing it x

Pairing: Poe Dameron x F!Reader

Word Count: 3.5k

Rating: Explicit 18+

Warnings: PIV, creampie, oral sex (f! receiving), fingering, squirting, feelings, implied cum eating, overstimulation, masturbation, friends to lovers

This is reworking of a scene from this fic, told from Poe’s POV.

from a certain point of view ask game ✨

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Poe sucks his slick fingers into his mouth, and her taste hits his head like spice; sharp and sweet.

She pants up at him from his pillow (his pillow) her eyes wide as a nervous animal’s, her hands curled into fists. It takes everything he has not to blow his load in his pants right then and there.

He feels a little drunk. He needs to course-correct.

Drastically.

He’d meant it when he told her he thought this would be fun. Because everything is, with her. He thought she’d be giving him shit the whole time. He’d expected her to be unimpressed with him in the way only she ever is; doing what she does best and keeping his feet nailed to solid ground even while his head did tailspins around the sound of her laughing at him. 

But she’s not laughing at him. The way she’s looking up at him…

This, right here, is extremely fucking serious for her.

Maybe he should’ve tried to make this nicer. Maybe he should’ve lit candles.

For reasons that are not entirely clear, he catches himself remembering a particularly fucked up day from several months back. His comms and tracking had both shorted out after a hit in the middle of an above-planet dogfight with no visual, and for about two hours, the Resistance network listed him PKIA. 

When he’d eventually landed back in the hanger, it was chaotic with smoking, twisted astromech parts. Unbeknownst to him, Black One was a ghost ship. 

Mechanics and pilots alike had turned and gaped in silent shock as he’d climbed out of his cockpit, and he’d only had a moment to wonder whether there was something growing out of the top of his head before he’d been knocked off his feet by a sobbing projectile stinking of sweat and smoke in an oil-stained flightsuit.

She’d only stopped crying after socking him in the chest, her voice hoarse as she told him how much of an idiot he was for not switching over to his backup signal.

He’d never wanted to see that look on her face ever again, and if he hadn’t pushed her into verbalising the source of her terror here, he’d be too turned off to go any further. He doesn’t go in for that shit; he wants his partners relaxed and comfortable and enthusiastically willing.

But it’s knowing what she’s actually worrying about—stuck in her head as always, thinking about everyone else; what he thinks of her, rather than focusing on how she feels—that makes him determined to stick with her, as long as she says. 

He’s staggered by the amount of trust she’s putting in him. Shit, he doesn’t know whether it makes his heart ache more, or his dick. Like she has anything to be nervous about. Like she isn’t the prettiest fucking girl he knows. Like making her smile isn’t the single greatest source of pride he gets to hold over himself. 

Doesn’t she know? Can’t she already fucking tell? He’d worship the ground she walks on if he knew she wouldn’t laugh herself sick at him if he tried. 

It would be funny, if it weren’t so painful. That for all of her quick, sharp perception, she’d miss this, so entirely.

“Perfect. You’re perfect,” he says softly, and he can see how little she believes him. “Told you. Nothing wrong with you. I wanna try something,” he continues, before she can say anything to piss him off. He can handle her putting shit on him. He isn’t letting her do it to herself. “You’ll like it, I promise. And if you don’t just tell me and we’ll stop. Okay?”

“Okay,” she says, nodding, her eyes still huge. A sudden throb of affection makes his head feel like it’s filled with tibanna gas. 

“I’m gonna take your pants off,” he tells her, grasping each of her ankles to do exactly this.

She lifts her ass toward him as he wriggles her underwear and pants over her legs, giving him a brief glimpse of the most beautiful view he’s ever seen in his life.

His brain’s still catching up when he sees the furtive way her eyes keep flicking down toward where it feels like his dick’s trying to bust through his fly.

“Don’t you want…?” 

“It’s not about me,” he cuts her off. And if you touch me right now I won’t make it, and I’ll ruin my reputation, and kill any chance of living any of this shit down with you ever again, he decides not to add.

He bends, spreading her legs with both hands. Her clit’s so swollen her labia are parted around it, the soft skin inside her thighs smeared with her first orgasm. 

Her first orgasm—the first one another person’s given her, anyway—and it’s his.

And, oh, it had been so easy.

His ego is not immune to this.

But, nice as it is, it doesn’t quite feel like a boost in the traditional sense. It feels something more like a twinge, hard and new, right under his ribcage. Like vindication, maybe, or—and he feels like a fucking moron for even thinking it—fate.

He bows from the waist and nudges into her with his nose, his tongue laving a stripe up the entire length of her pussy. 

Her skin tastes like soap. Somewhere in the dimmest corners of his head he’s annoyed at this; imagines her scouring every inch of herself raw in the showers before coming to him, filled with nerves and doubt under the spray. He presses the muscle of his tongue into her opening in search of more of the her he’d found on his fingers.

The sound she makes zips lightning-hot straight to his guts. 

His eyes roll briefly closed, and he sinks down onto his elbows, the twisted line of the sheets digging into his skin under his weight.

She shifts her thighs together, her fingers twitching at her side. He steals a glance up and finds her watching him, her lips parted, her eyes too-bright.

“Open your legs,” he encourages, his lips barely lifting from her skin. She sinks her teeth into her lip as she lets her knees fall flat to the bed. 

She’s spread out open in front of him, and he dips his head to continue. 

She flinches and tenses and exhales in turn, reacting to every touch of his mouth as though speaking aloud. It makes him feel violently impatient, and so he moves slower, trying to temper himself. 

He wants to be inside her. 

He wants to swallow her, and to be swallowed by her. Fuck, he’s never wanted anything more in his life.

He’s pretty sure he’s leaking precum into his pants; all the blood having long vacated his brain to swell bruise-achingly hard in his cock. He tries to stay focused, but the reality is that Poe’s thoughts ran away from him the second she set foot in his room. The challenge now is to just try not to do something stupid.

Something stupider than fucking his best friend.

She hisses, tossing her head back, her legs twitching so hard his tongue nearly loses its place against the hot nub of her clit. 

He slides both hands beneath her thighs to lift her hips to his face in an attempt to keep her still, barely managing to tamp down the urge to rut helplessly against the mattress in search of relief.

The smell of her, the taste, fills his senses. But it’s still not enough. He wants to bring her to insensibility; to work that softness into the bed, glutting himself until her whimpers turn to those of overstimulation.

He’d never really considered himself a possessive person, but as she quietly sucks in a sharp, shallow breath, he realises he wants that sound all to himself.

He pulls it out of her with his tongue again, and again, his attention unwavering.

He wants her thinking of this, of him, from now on. Every single time she comes, alone or otherwise. He wants her to dream about him inside her; tongue, fingers, cock, he doesn’t give a fuck. At briefings. At meals. Waiting around bored for launch clearance in her fighter, standing alone in the showers, when someone else presses their hands to her skin, and lifts her chin to meet her lips (and fuck, that hurts to think about, like hitting realspace at-speed, hard enough to grind his bones together). 

She comes with a pained-sounding cry, her pubic bone bumping into his nose and pushing his face away. He drags himself up and finds her reaching her hands out as though to stop him. 

“You okay?” he manages.

“Poe, I want…please…”

“What, baby? Talk to me.” He leans up, bracing himself over her. Maybe she’s changed her mind. Maybe she’s had enough and she’s going to tell him to stop, to give her back her pants, to never mention any of this again.

It’s still more than he’d ever imagined he’d get.

Her eyes stay on his and she blinks slowly at him, as though trying to remember who he is. His heart thunks hollowly in his chest, and he waits.

“Fuck me.”

He pauses. It wasn’t what he’d expected her to say. His already-painful cock jumps in his pants at the demand. “You need a break first?”

She answers by trying to drag him down toward her, her hips lifting to press against him, ankles hooked around the backs of his legs. 

He doesn’t wait to be told twice. He shifts his weight, kicking his pants down, settling himself between her legs. 

She ducks her chin and kisses his shoulder.

His head swims. He barely feels the touch of her lips through the material of his shirt, but it hardly matters. The gesture is so small, so careful, so quick, as though she couldn’t help herself.

As though it’s something she’s thought of before.

Which is when it hits him: the one thing he’s never seriously let himself entertain. Does he…actually have a chance? 

Without undue vanity, Poe knows that his looks are the one area, at least, that he can afford not to worry about. He’s not an idiot. He knows exactly how people respond when he flashes his teeth at them, or holds their eyes with his own for a protracted moment from beneath a quirked eyebrow. 

But never her. She’s somehow always been frustratingly, crushingly immune to every single weapon in his arsenal. It had been a source of ire in the early days, while he was still learning the colour of her voice, and the shape of her mind. 

The sadder, slower ache of acceptance had come later; gathering like thunderheads, lingering long.

She wasn’t for him. She didn’t want to be. Letting himself pretend otherwise would have only ever been an exercise in masochism. 

Despite all of this, Poe’s still human. And, as he had come to realise, knowing something intellectually is very different to knowing it physically.

Whenever she smiles at him, and bumps into him, and rolls her eyes at him. Whenever he’s inside somebody else, tasting the sweat on their skin, or stretched out around their pleasure. Whenever he jerks his cock alone in his bunk late at night, ashamed and furious at himself for such a disgraceful breach of their friendship, for the things he’s imagined.

Everything he’s ever done with anybody else; every filthy, beautiful fucking thing, he’d turn himself inside out and crawl over hot coals to do again with her, to her, for her, if she wanted.

And now, here she is.

He might not ever get another shot at this.

He needs to make it count.

“How many other guys’ve you been with?” he says, his voice coming out rough. She looks mortified, but he doesn’t care. “How many?”

“S-six,” she says. 

He nods. He’d already known about Kip and Terrett, and he’d had his suspicions about Rau and Valen. He’s a little disappointed at the knowledge that Rau had let her down with all the others; he wouldn’t have expected it. 

“Then that’s six other times we gotta make up for,” he says, distractedly. 

He presses forward, and the first millimetre he sinks inside her already has him panicking. 

She immediately feels far too hot and close, but the hardest part, the part threatening to undo everything, is the way she’s looking up at him, as though silently pleading with him, and Gods, how she doesn’t need to.

“Oh, sh...shit. You good? I’m good. That’s…ungh, so fucking good.” He’s aware he’s making no sense, but that’s the only thing left in his head, probably the only thing he’ll ever know again: good, good, good.

Her fingers are clenched tight around his forearm, and he thinks she might be holding her breath, but then she lets it go, and the wet bloom of her cunt swallows him fractionally deeper.

“You’re doing so good baby, you’re taking me so well, you feel perfect,” he groans, hoping he doesn’t sound as wrecked as he feels, his guts on fire with need.

She squirms under him, and fuck, she feels incredible. After coming twice he can feel the evidence of how wet she is, the smooth glide of her body gripping close around him, giving way slowly. 

It’s suddenly too fucking hot in his room. He can feel his hair sticking to the back of his neck and around his ears, and it’s vaguely annoying, but he couldn’t give a shit. 

Her warm breath meets his chin, and he follows the line of her attention down the length of his own body, to the place where his hips are flush against hers. Between her parted legs he can see his cock half-sunk inside her, and his face presses to her damp, salty skin as he murmurs to her, pressing forward, enveloped entirely by her.

He has no idea what he’s saying. It just feels important for her to know. 

Whatever it is, he never gets the chance to find out.

Because then she’s kissing him, and her mouth is on his and her lips are parting and they’re soft and her teeth are catching at the dry ege of his lower lip and her breath is hot and it’s hers and it’s in his mouth and it’s in his lungs and it’s oxygenating his fucking blood and pumping through his heart and his brain and searing through every single part of him until she’s all that’s left.

He’s pretty sure he’s dying.

“Holy fuck,” he thinks he’s trying to say, and he feels her smiling, gently biting into his lip, keeping him quiet. 

She rolls her hips up against his, pushing herself off the bed. He can feel himself rapidly losing control as she throws her head back, her brows drawn, teeth cutting into her own lip.

“Baby, wait, wait a sec,” he pants.

“What’s wrong?” she gasps, and of course she doesn’t listen; she never fucking listens to him, rocking up toward him, making him see stars. 

“Just…fuck, hang on.” Cold showers, he thinks, grimly. Freezing cold showers, and depressurised-cockpit earaches. Nine hour-long diplomatic debriefs. The rancid-smelling mucus trail Klaud leaves behind everywhere he goes.

“Is this…not good?” she says, low and weak. “Poe?”

His eyes nearly roll back in his head as she whispers his name, and the sound jolts through him—her voice, the one he knows so well—like this, with him.

Whatever pitiful electricity’s still left in the meat of his brain fizzles out. “Oh shit, say my name again,” he begs, not even waiting for her to do so. 

He’s already moving, needing to feel the walls of her cunt stroking and sucking at his cock. “D’you know how many times I’ve thought about this? About being inside you like this? And I never, ever thought you’d wanna…” 

He shouldn’t be saying this. He’s gotta be real fucking careful, if he doesn’t want to accidentally tell her every shameful daydream he’s ever had about her and disintegrate what’s left of their friendship into dust. 

“You’re fucking perfect,” he tells her instead. “Your pussy is perfect.” 

She recoils, and it’s equal parts adorable and infuriating that even now she’d be embarrassed to hear him say this.

He almost laughs. “Why’s that make you shy? You don’t like me talking about your pussy? You wanna know how good you taste, baby? You’re sweet, so sweet and tight and—” and fuck, he can still taste her on his lips, and he watches her carefully, finding the place that makes her fall boneless and focusing there, right there, until the viselike grip on his arms weakens and she’s coming again.

Her voice breaks, but he doesn’t slow. She can take it. 

He pushes her hips down, fucking her into the mattress, skin clapping on skin. She’s yanking at his hair hard enough to hurt, but he relishes the pain because it keeps his vision clear; exactly where he wants to be. 

Her orgasm tumbles into another, and he seizes her knees, lifting her toward him as he picks up his pace. She moans, belatedly trying to cover the sound with her hand, and it’s the sweetest music he’s ever heard. He is never, ever going to be able to get that sound out of his head again.

“Hey, hey. Let me hear that,” he says, leaning closer, dragging her hand away. “Don’t you cover that up. Come on, baby, I wanna hear you.” She presses her lips together, and he huffs, driving himself into her just a little harder than strictly necessary.

He’s rewarded with a weak, throaty whimper, and he grins at her. “That’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever heard,” he confesses.

Her nipples stand through the thin, sweat-sheer fabric of her tank top, her softness rippling upwards with every stroke. He watches her body greedily, wanting more, wanting everything all at once. 

He wants, very badly, to lick her again, all the way from her neck to her sweet, trembling cunt. He can still taste her on his tongue as he presses his fingers down to her clit, just above the place where he’s still pumping in and out of her.

She cries out, coming again until she’s melting wet into the bed. 

He still doesn’t slow, but his thoughts have run away from him and all of a sudden he realises it’s too late, far too late to stop himself.

He wants her full of his cum, until he’s emptied out all of the ache of himself into her, and her pretty, swollen cunt’s overfull with him until he dribbles out from between her lips and onto his fingers, making a mess of the sheets so he can start all over again.

Right at the precipice of his climax, she opens her eyes and looks up at him. There are tears of overstimulation clinging to her eyelashes, and her fingers are clutching gently at the back of his shirt. 

Nobody has ever laid me down as low as you, he thinks, surprised at the strength of his emotion, willing her to understand.

But then he’s coming so hard his limbs go numb, and he isn’t thinking anything anymore. 

He presses himself deep, deep inside, shaking violently as she swallows every pulse of his orgasm. His heart is thunderous in his ears, his muscles liquefied. He slumps, panting.

If she objects to the deadweight of his body over hers, she doesn’t say anything. He stays there, smothering her, trying to regain his breath, until he can feel her beginning to shift uncomfortably beneath him.

“Was that…okay?” she says, ridiculously, like his soul didn’t just leave his body.

He doesn’t even bother responding to the question. “You’re crazy,” he muses instead. “She’s crazy.”

He’s lifting himself off her when his chain swings from the neck of his shirt, clocking her between the eyes. “Oh, shit,” he says, as she gasps in pain. “Sorry, baby.” He presses his fingers to the spot, feeling guilty. “Normally I’d’ve taken that off.”

He’s usually far more thoughtful than this when he has company, but this time he hadn’t unclipped his necklace, or changed his clothes or sheets. The thought simply hadn’t occurred to him. Because she doesn't feel like—has never felt like—a guest in his bed. In fact, her absences have only ever felt like temporary discomforts to be endured until her return.

She’s scowling at him, her nose wrinkled up like a Weequay’s, and it’s so fucking cute he wants to kiss her again. “Why didn’t you?” she says.

She needs to ask? “Because it’s you.”

As he crawls back down between her legs, he finds a spectacular mess of cum and sweat and the evidence of her orgasms on the sheets, and fuck, it’s soaking down here. He wonders whether she even realises what she’s done.

He’s disappointed he didn’t get to watch. He’s sure he can get her to do it again, though.

She blinks down at him, her eyes glassy. “What are you doing?”

His mouth waters watching the way her wet skin shines and he feels an answering twitch in his recently-softened cock. “Cleaning you up. We’re not done yet.”

Her eyes widen, but whatever she does next, he misses it.

He’s preoccupied.

Just tagging a couple of the lovely people who commented on the original and might be interested in this, absolutely no pressure of course! x

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[waheelawhisperer]

Please do specter and gladiia next for the shipping game!

I kind of already did them (or at least got started) in the Skadi shipping ask, so I'll just cover the options that are unrelated in any way. I feel like I'd be able to give a better answer after the Under Tides sequel event where we get Specter the Unchained, but I'll go ahead and share what thoughts I have now anyway.

Specter x Doctor: not as much canon support as Skadi x Doctor, but we still do get these two talk lines:

"Will this position be a new source of joy for me...? Or... will working for you become my life's joy...?"

"Doctor... How can you make me so maddeningly happy? Just who are you...?"

These indicate that (crazy) Specter holds the Doc in high regard and seems to enjoy being in their presence. They imply some level of respect, at least, and the second one is obviously super easy to read as shippy if you're so inclined. Again, a lot could change once Specter the Unchained's lines are translated, but right now I think there's enough to build off of if you really want to.

On top of that, I think boisterous brawler Specter and outwardly-professional-but-actually-a-problem-causing-gremlin Doctor would actually get along quite well, at the cost of giving Kal'tsit and Gladiia ulcers. Sane Specter will happily participate in mischief when given the opportunity, and Doc is also quite willing to do the same with even a bare-bones excuse. On top of that, we know Doc gets along well with the Warrior Types, given their ability to get characters like Skadi, Schwarz, Mudrock, Pallas, etc. to open up to them, so I feel like they could develop a pretty solid connection with Specter.

Specter x Gladiia: as I mentioned in the Skadi post, Specter is a little brat who needs to get railed, and Gladiia gives me real "great at pounding you into the mattress" vibes. We also get forbidden romance between the captain of Squad 2 and her soldier.

I think Gladiia also works well with Specter as a platonic relationship, given that the idea of her trying to force Specter to behave offers a great deal of comedy potential. The way she deals with Specter and Skadi is basically this meme:

but in fish, and it's very clear that she cares deeply about her Abyssal Hunters despite her cold exterior.

I don't really have any other romantic options for Specter, but I think in terms of friendships, she'd get along great with all the fighters at Rhodes Island, the operators like Indra and Lappland and Gavial who are always ready for a brawl. She'd get along great with Lappland in particular, given that they're both a bit violent and unhinged even without cancer rocks eating their brains, but also quite friendly and gregarious and capable of acting polite and refined when they want to on top of being bratty little shits under normal circumstances.

Mudrock + Specter is a good friendship because Mudrock is a weirdo who talks to rocks and Specter likes to sculpt, meaning that Mudrock could find her rocks to sculpt and kind of guide her into unlocking the inner beauty of those rocks. I think the idea of Mudrock talking to her rocks, getting an idea of what they want to be sculpted into, and then going to Specter to make that dream a reality is cute and intriguing.

Now for Gladiia:

As with Specter, I've already covered a couple Gladiia ships, but I do have a couple options here.

Gladiia x Doctor: they can both bond over being smart people surrounded by horny, belligerent idiots. On top of that, Gladiia's profile and talk lines convey the idea that she's fond of Doctor in some capacity when read together: her profile implies that she's generally ruder and more emotional around the people she likes and cares about, and the first thing she does when appointed as their assistant is boot them out of their own office. That's practically a marriage proposal in Gladiia-land. Her talk lines read to me in a very similar fashion to Skadi's, like she's trying very hard not to form an emotional connection to the Doctor and failing miserably. On top of that, she invites them to dance with her and offers to teach them how if they don't know, and I'm not really sure I need to explain how that can be construed as romantic.

Gladiia x Kal'tsit: Gladiia was ready to bust into an Iberian prison for this woman. Since I doubt it was because she enjoys listening to long, pretentious monologues, I'm forced to assume that it was because she wanted to bust in this woman. Any middle ground is significantly less funny.

They're both smart, somewhat brusque, and very dedicated to doing good for the world. They're both capable of being terrifying when they want to be. They both have subordinates and organizations they cherish deeply and will put themselves at great personal risk to defend, even if they're not always great at showing it. They both have to deal with their personal Mischief Gremlins (Specter/Skadi for Gladiia, Doctor and... well, 50% at minimum of Rhodes Island's staff for Kal'tsit). There's a lot of similarities here that make me like the ship.

Gladiia x Ulpian: I don't actually know much about Ulpian beyond what's been posted on tumblr, but apparently he was Skadi's captain, which means Ulpian and Gladiia trying to co-parent Idiot Duo Skadi and Specter, who share one brain cell between them (which always goes to the one who needs it least at any given moment) without resorting to drink has considerable comedy potential, if nothing else.

Gladiia x Hoshiguma/Shining/Saria/Indra/Siege/Blaze/Nearl/Eunectes

TALL WOMEN TALL WOMEN TALL WOMEN TALL WOMEN TALL WOMEN

Sorry, my monkey brain took over for a moment. Anyway, these are all tall, strong, tough warrior women who I think would get along well with Gladiia. Special mention goes to Saria for being very similar to Gladiia in the sense that she hides how deeply she cares behind a stoic exterior. They're both cold and intimidating, but will do absolutely anything for the people they love, think of themselves partially as monsters, and give off serious dommy mommy vibes.

I think Gladiia also gets along pretty well with the engineering/research operators at Rhodes Island and is basically the unofficial (extremely unofficial) Nerd Mom to all of Rhodes Island's million Baby Nerds. I think she takes something of a mentorship role for the young warriors, engineers, and scientists on the landship. She'll never admit it even under torture, but she very, very secretly likes the position. She'll act all annoyed about it, but she also won't hesitate to punt an mf through the nearest wall if they bully the kids (Specter and Indra found this out the hard way).

[nameless-shrimp]

A WARM SUNSET || OSAMU DAZAI (TITANIC! AU)

PAIRING: (Titantic! AU) Osamu Dazai x F! Reader (she/her)

TYPE: story (at this point, this is just a long fic)

WORD COUNT: 8.8k

WARNINGS: implied NSFW, hopelessness, strong descriptions of the Titantic incident, blood, drowning, depression, Dazai's suicidal attempts/thoughts, extreme fluff and angst, bittersweet ending, heavy grammar errors

AUTHOR'S NOTE: i take a break for the day and log out, and then my mind instantly retorts to me wanting to write again and WOW, the power i felt when writing this, woo! we love that energy, but i actually teared up writing this, lol. this was an emotional rollercoaster, thanks to @bsdparadise and @pompompurin1028 for brainrotting with me on this <3 i also want to note that this was heavily inspired by the titanic movie, and this may or not may not be historically accurate. this is solely the purpose of fanfiction writing.

Something about the mischievous personality that he bestowed caused the others around him to slam their cards down with irritated looks on their faces. Though Dazai only smirked, twirling the royal flush in his hands as he threw them down to the table, obviously pulling a rare chance to win at the game of poker. And that was when he snatched the ticket out of the gambler’s hands, demanding a rematch though Dazai had already bolted out of his seat at that point.

Fiddling the dead cigarette between his teeth, Dazai waved at the groaning men at the table.

“I won—fair and square! Now I get to board the ship!”

That cocky bastard. He knew himself all too well, with the giddy smile on his lips while he dashed past the strangers that were walking down the street while nearly tumbling through his skips. Mocha colored hair swaying against the breeze. The grin never escaped the excited expression. Finally. He’d get his final wish sooner or later.

Quickly, he ran to the docks, brushing past the people that were waving their farewells and confetti danced along the air. A bright sunny day, where the heat beneath the clouds was starting to get through the heavy layers of Dazai’s bandages—not that he wasn’t used to this, though—and darting past the crowd, he laughed boisterously.

A joyous sight to see; his hands gripping on the rails of the ship as his feet stumbled onboard. It was way larger than he expected and he waved to the crowd on the docks. Plastic smiles on their faces—Dazai was well aware of the jealous aura amongst the strangers, knowing that even someone like him was able to land foot on the world’s unsinkable ship.

Dazai would get what he wanted soon.

Turning around, the captain had gathered most of those aboard to announce the luxury of free meals and alcohol for those that made it to ride the Titanic. Rich people, of course. Cheers were rapidly heard as the siren of the boat roared. Dazai’s smile lingered along his lips, closing his eyes to a soft flutter; a peaceful breeze tucked right into his tan coat as he spat out the dead cigarette to have it land in a nearby garbage can.

“Free dinner and booze doesn’t sound so bad.”

And the night followed. Constellations decorated the midnight hues while Dazai squeezed himself along the crowd of others. A family clapping to the piano music in the background with a gentle beat. Couples kissed one another, opening crystal champagne as the chandeliers glistened from up above. Even mere strangers shared a drink and a bite of the steak together while gossiping about their egotistical personalities, even from at the end of a random table, Dazai was able to grasp the fact that everyone was on the royal throne knowing that they had won a trip to the one and only ship.

At first, the Titanic was meant to be for those in higher class, clearly above those that were poor and living amongst the streets. And—poor Dazai, really, because he was stuck in his own mind whenever he found himself jumping from store to store, stealing a piece of bread to feed the orphans that laid themselves to rest on concrete. Surely, Dazai was capable of something better—he knew he was able to land himself somewhere in life, but when did all of that matter, anyway?

Because the man was suicidal. Dazai looked at his filled glass of wine. Plum colored waves within the clean glass. He swirled it around, turning to his side to eye the strangers aboard the massive dining hall. Everyone was in their own subtle crowd. His presence was a ghost; hidden beneath the sparkling yellow lights. He was noticeable in the illumination, yet concealed from the world around him—as he always was.

There was no one he could raise a glass for close to him. That’s how it had always been for Dazai as he chuckled to himself, fully kept in that depressed state as he usually would fall into. Swirling the glass in his hands, he chugged the drink down. Not wasting a minute of that bittersweet taste to linger deep within his throat.

Standing up, he tucked a strand of his tousled hair behind his ear and made his way outside of the dining hall. What was deemed to be a bright setting has now transitioned into an unlighted sky despite the stars that kissed along the stars. Moonlight touched his skin. An exhausted sigh tumbled out from his lips.

Making his way to the end of the ship where the only audible noise were the birds that flew above him and his quiet footsteps. Chitter chatter of the crowd had died down. Dazai closed his eyes, hands in his coat pocket as he felt himself start to grow into ease. The night was supposed to be a frightening thought for others; lost in the space of darkness, but with no light in his heart, Dazai found the feelings pleasurable.

An empty world that he was in as he rested his stomach against the railing, staring down at the waves bursting from the heavy ship that was in movement. The water below had never looked so peaceful to him. And his golden irises had faded into a dull illumination. Pondering thoughts about his existence having no purpose was twirling around his mind—which was true, because at what point would Dazai have served a purpose in the act of living?

Gripping on the railing, he threw his legs over and then tightened his grasp on the metal. Sighing to himself, he hummed a soft apology. His death wasn’t going to be heard amongst the world. The unsinkable ship of the Titanic was going to make the front page. As if his life was going to spread around the town. And with one step of his foot, he threw his head back as soft breaths fanned out his lips.

If he had left now, not one person on the ship would’ve recognized his presence. To Dazai, that was peaceful. He wouldn’t have been hurting anyone or ripping their hearts from his death. A speck of dust unknown to one’s eye—floating amongst the air.

Dazai didn’t understand happiness nor did he understand unhappiness. All he was aware of was that everything was going to pass at some point, such as his act of breathing.

“Stop!”

His eyes bolted open. ‘Why is there someone near me?’ He thought to himself, completely baffled before a grip on his hands allowed Dazai’s body to fling back over the railing. His body was sprung over, landing on the floor as he let out an irritated groan.

“Aaaand of course, I had to be inter—”

“Well, of course, you were trying to kill yourself!”

Dazai looked up, meeting your eyes dart into a glare at him. He looked down, watching your hands grip on his trench coat tighter before you sighed deeply. He raised an eyebrow at this. “Why did you stop me?” Dazai asked, shaking his head in disbelief.

You frowned at him. “Because you shouldn’t kill yourself!”

“Why is that?”

“I don’t know you but—” you stood up, wiping the wrinkles off your dress. A sigh left your mouth. “Don’t kill yourself. Just don’t do it.”

“Oh?” He turned his head; that cocky side of him was slowly peeking out. “Enlighten me on this purpose of existing, then. I’d love to hear what you have to say about that.”

“Hey, don’t act so arrogant with me,” you retorted with a shake of your head. “I saved your life so you don’t have to act like that towards me.”

“I don’t think you quite get it, do you?”

“Get what exactly?”

Groaning, Dazai placed his fingers on his head. “My goal is to complete a clean and beautiful suicide aaaand you basically just ruined it for me. Congratulations.”

You huffed in response. “Well, your dream is not gonna come true when I’m around.”

And you kept your word on that. Because all it took was for you to shake your head in disbelief once more as a smile grew on your lips, explaining that you didn’t want to see someone risk their life to an unfortunate demise on purpose. Dazai didn’t know you nor did he have recognition of you from stepping foot on the boat, but when you kept your grip on his arm for a good moment, he felt his breath hitch.

He wasn’t sure if it was the grin that you had, joking about how suffocation underneath the cold sea water would’ve been extremely painful—tongue clicking beneath the teeth and crinkles forming near your eyes—but Dazai could only let his eyes widen.

He placed a hand on yours, causing you to look at him with a confused stare. Dazai parted his lips, keeping his touch on yours. He had only met you, yet your skin was warm; a soothing temperature for a chilly night out at sea.

“What is your name?” He asked, curiosity dwelling in his honeyed eyes.

“Y/N,” you said.

“I’d like to see you again.”

Dazai did exactly that.

The next morning, he rushed his way to your cabin and invited you to go out for breakfast with him in the dining hall. When you agreed, his heart continued to pick up its pace. Nothing like the color yellows and whites of the sunny-side up eggs could’ve ever lightened up his mood with a glass of juice pressed against your lips. While the other strangers onboard were so ecstatic about their greed, you continued to spend your time with him.

Usually, Dazai thought about the idea of being a social outcast. One that was far away from the crowds—the type to stand out because he had nobody in his life. Yet despite the lonely one from afar, he remained to still be unnoticed despite his presence underneath the faint lights. Though you continued to spend your morning with him, discussing your future goals as you sprinkled pepper on your eggs. Not minding that you had rescued him from his suicide attempt the other night; an excited feeling he felt, realizing that someone was acknowledging his presence for once.

After breakfast, you both decided to walk out around the higher floor of the ship, laughing at the sophisticated people that were dressed in fancy attire yet you both were in regular commoner clothing. Part of his heart flourished into a rose; petals blooming underneath the sunlight that was pressed against the delicate clouds.

“Dazai,” you spoke softly, where you both rested on a bench. “Please don’t kill yourself again.”

He blinked before sighing. “I can’t promise that, my belladonna.”

“What did you call me?”

Turning away quickly, he sighed. He wasn’t usually nervous. “Nothing, Y/N.”

You chuckled. “You’re an odd man, Dazai. I admire that about you.”

Dazai turned to face you, now resting his arm on the bench while he rested the side of his head against his palm. Smiling in adoration, he ignored his fluttering heart and inhaled a breath. “I admire you for rescuing a random stranger from committing suicide,” he said and you laughed in amusement. Cute. “Say, how you would react if I ask you to commit a double suicide with me?”

A frown was now drawn on your face. “Absolutely not. God, you’re something else.”

“Hmm?” He rolled his eyes and playfully let out a sigh. “Damn. What a shaaame. I could’ve gotten to have a wonderful double suicide with a beautiful woman but nooo—”

“Beautiful, huh?” You interrupted him.

Dazai wasn’t aware of the words tumbling out of his mouth. Instead, he kept his lips parted before he burst out in a joyous laughter; voice tickling his lips as it rang your ears. Never did you realize that this suicidal man with a weird personality could sound so heavenly. “Of course, my belladonna!” He cheered, waving a hand. “You’re absolutely beautiful.”

You turned away, hiding your flustered face. “Oh really?”

“Did I stutter, my dear?”

You smiled away from him. “No, you didn’t.”

Every so often, Dazai found himself making his way to your cabin. The brush of suicidal thoughts slowly swept past his mind every time he continued to walk towards your door. Of course, without hesitation, you started to grow fond of his character and allowed yourself to spend time with him. And at some moments, you’d put a puzzle together in your room.

(“That piece doesn’t really belong there, does it?” He’d ask and you’d shrug.

“Oh waaaait, it does!” He would respond soon after.

And you’d laugh. As you always did around him.)

Or play a childish game of tag around the boat. Not minding that the richer strangers were eyeing you both.

(“You’re running too fast!” You’d whine.

“You’re just too slow!” He’d respond.)

For a week straight after you became his savior, he’d ask for you to join him for dinner in the dining hall. Hearing your hiccups after you drink a glass of champagne was enough to cause a blush to flutter along his cheeks. Chin rested on the palm of his hand as his eyes trailed around your figure. He didn’t realize how attractive you really were—his thoughts darted into an immediate thought of wanting to stroke his fingers along your slightly exposed skin, but he cleared his throat and turned away.

He watched the sun die down from its orange horizon. An idea clicked in his head and Dazai smirked to himself. Such a romantic man he was, and immediately, he grabbed ahold of your hand and then pulled you away from the table, ignoring your protests that you were still finishing your meal but he didn’t care for that at the moment.

Quickly dashing out of the dining hall, Dazai ran to the end of the boat, where he had tried to attempt suicide before your rescue came into play, and you chuckled behind him. Pleading that you were still hungry, Dazai could only laugh in response to that.

Following him, you reached the end of the boat, where the only figures that were panting out of exhaustion were the both of you.

“Hey…” you heaved out breaths. “Why… why did you have to—”

“Look at that,” Dazai grinned.

He pointed at the sunset in front of him. Soft shades of orange mixing with yellow hues, diving into a translucent sleep. Dazai could practically taste the sunset as he bit his bottom lip in awe before turning to you; eyes fixated at the view. Dashes of periwinkle pecking his cheeks, pillar of his neck noticeable from the brightness of the sun, and his heart began to tumble into the clement peace of spring.

“It’s beautiful,” you noted. “Someday, I’d like to travel the world by sea.”

“Would you like to travel with me?” Dazai asked, not thinking before he spoke.

“Let’s get to know each other for a little bit longer before I can decide on that,” you chuckled as he nodded.

“Fair enough, belladonna.”

“The view is stunning.”

He smiled while placing his palms on your waist, causing you to gasp from his touch. “I know it is,” he murmured, close to the shell of your ear. Clear indication that he was talking about the way you looked rather than the sunset itself.

Slowly, he pushed you closer to the edge of the boat. Part of you wanted to comment on this, though you retorted to soft giggles leaving your lips. You had only met him a week ago and the way he caressed your shoulders and waist in the purist manner caused you to feel safe from his touch. Dazai smiled to himself, continuing to push you further to the end before he—finally—threw his arms around your waist.

“Look at you!” He exclaimed, watching your grin grow on your flushed face. The wind wasn’t so rough—it was just perfect enough to tickle his cheeks as his disheveled hair flew back tenderly. “You’re on top of the world!”

“I aaam!” You laughed in excitement, feeling his grip on you tighten while you throw your arms out.

Facing the sunset in front of you with Dazai’s arms protectively holding you tight. His chuckles had a dainty touch to the emotional setting. With your grin painted on your giddy expression, it was enough to have his heart slowly dive into an autumn breeze due to the sea wind—a careful caress to his skin. Flowers still bloomed within his heart; a garden that had a never-ending growth.

It wasn’t long until Dazai had to realize he was falling in love with you. Part of him mentally slapped himself for finding attraction to someone after only meeting them for a week. At least—with your presence around—he wasn’t a complete social outcast anymore. Despite his mischievous sins, you only saw him as a man with a broken record, in hopes of finding a way to allow music to be heard beautifully again.

When the night crept upon the both of you, Dazai wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol that was messing with his mind but he allowed himself to indulge in you anyway. For one night, even so—and with the way your hips moved along with his as he’d consistently bit your shoulder, allowing himself to feel you when the lights had turned off, it was a euphoric feeling.

Red-stained kisses along his collarbone. Dazai didn’t mind it. Only he minded that the blankets were covering your gorgeous body and he wanted to nibble at the skin exposed to him. You let him. Hands thrown in his hair as subtle moans were pushed out of your mouth, allowing yourself to embrace every part of his bandaged body and Dazai permitted himself to give you all of him without hesitation.

Upon the next morning, Dazai was the first to wake up. Usually, he’d contemplate life at this hour, but for some reason, he didn’t today. He wasn’t complaining, though. He turned to you, faint snores coming from your lips as a smile grew on his flushed face. “How beautiful,” he commented, smirking to himself at the bruised purples decorating your neck and collarbone.

Gently, he kissed them, one by one. Of course, you woke up, and nearly tackled him right then and there since he interrupted your sleep since you both decided to knock out two hours after midnight. Dazai only allowed himself to be attacked, with a whack of a pillow to his face as he pleaded for mercy. His heart continued to flutter; autumn wind enlightening his heart—oranges and yellows dancing along his heartbeat, similar to the sunset that he witnessed with you the past evening.

“I’m in looove,” he sang along, not caring for anything in the world. You stopped your pillow fighting with him before nearly dropping it to the floor. Dazai smirked at you; adoration in his eyes with a flicker of gratitude across his sacred stare. “You heard me right, belladonna. I am falling in love with you.”

“Dazai…”

“I know!” He stopped you, raising a hand. “Too soon, I know. I don’t want to ruin anything.”

You shook your head. “You’re not.”

“Don’t feel pressured to feel the same way.”

You didn’t say anything; it was all happening too fast, yet you only responded with a kiss to his forehead as he slowly engulfed himself into your chest. Naked bodies entangled with one another along the crumpled bed sheets and wrinkled blankets. Sun peeking through the window. Sighing, you continued to kiss his face all around. He chuckled—clearly, he loved this.

“I know you told me to not feel pressured but…” your voice trailed off as Dazai watched you turn your head shyly. “I’m starting to feel the same way back.”

“Can’t resist my charm, hmm?” He cocked his head side to side.

You scrunched up your nose as you shook your head. “You’re a strange and odd man, Dazai.”

For some reason, his heart fluttered at your response.

The more as time passed, the closer you both had gotten. It even involved the both of you talking about your personal lives on a deeper aspect, though you did the majority of the talking as Dazai was there to listen as you both watched the moonlight during those peaceful nights. With your head resting on his chest, Dazai felt quiet. A tranquil feeling. With your words echoing through his ears, he allowed his fingers to intertwine with yours every so often.

A cathartic release; pressing the tips of his fingers against yours before they merged into one together. You didn’t mind it when he placed kisses around your knuckles as you shared a funny story and he’d surprise you with a peck on the lips to throw you off guard—anyone to see your flustered face, really.

At one point, he allowed himself to kiss you passionately. Like the night that he made love to you, though he expressed his feelings through the kiss.

He tasted the sunset on his lips.

Dazai hoped that his heart wouldn’t grow weary, for that the season of autumn wasn’t going to wither into a cold winter night.

But it didn’t take long for your shock gasp to catch his attention while the boat viciously rocked to one side, causing you to tumble down to the floor from the bed. Dazai called out to you, attempting to reach you before the ship had swayed harshly again and he felt his back hit against the wall—his head along with it.

“Dazai!” You called out to him, attempting to stand on your feet.

Quickly, you ran to him as he groaned, placing a hand on his head. Once Dazai opened his eyes, his vision went into a motion blur. He let out a painful moan right after that before he shut his eyes right away.

Throwing your arms around him, you pulled him close and let his forehead rest against your shoulder. Looking out the window, you noticed a crowd of people running past. Anxiety began to boil your blood but you allowed yourself to be brave while you let Dazai keep his head rested on your shoulder.

“Grab the children and women!”

A male voice echoed from outside your door. Gripping onto Dazai tightly, you kept him close to your chest while he continued to groan painfully. “Shhh,” you shushed him as he murmured questions about the commotion outside. “I got you, Dazai. It’s okay; we’re okay.”

Harsh knocking was planted on your door. Dazai flinched from it as he threw his hand further into his hair. The pounding headache was growing—and Dazai wasn’t sure how hard he hit his head once the boat rocked, but God, the pain wasn’t easing.

“Whoever’s in there, you need to leave now!”

You gulped, unsure of how to respond as you looked down at Dazai who still kept his eyes shut. A whirlwind hurricane crashed in his head; stinging from one end to another and Dazai hoped that he’d have a moment of silence with you. Though the rush of screams and cries from the outside of your cabin door wasn’t easing the terrible headache in the slightest.

“Da—Dazai, we have to go,” you stuttered, fear embedded in your vocal tone. “Can you get up?”

“Agh,” he groaned, shaking his head before burrowing his face further into your neck. “Mmm… no.”

“I—I think something’s going on.”

“Wha—”

“Dazai, we have to go,” you cautiously stood up, nearly losing your balance while the ship rocked once more. Dazai groaned at that and you kept his face close to your chest while helping him manage to get on his two feet. ‘How hard did you hit your head?’ You thought—but you shook your head. That wasn’t important.

“What’s going on?” Dazai asked, opening one of his eyes before he closed them shut as you swung one of his arms around your shoulders and kept an arm around his waist. “Y/N, what is—”

“I—I don’t know,” you responded, clearly panicked.

“I’ll protect you, okay?”

“Shush,” you said, slowly making your way to the front door with him taking slow steps. “Worry about yourself right now. I saved you once before and dammit, I will try to do it again.”

He smiled to himself at your comment as he kept his head down.

You opened the door, eyes widening at your socks getting drenched by the small bit of water filling up from the floor. Dazai noticed the cool temperature on his feet and then widened his eyes, fighting back the stinging pain on his head before he looked around—mentally cursing at the flickering lights—to see that water was pooling down below.

“This can’t be just a leak, right?” You chuckled anxiously; clearly, your mind retorted to the worst thought, but you tried to lighten up the mood—for some reason.

“Fuck,” Dazai swore, gritting his teeth. “The ship is going to sink.”

“I know you’re in pain but can you move?” You asked, trying to nudge him to move to the left so you were able to make your way down the hallway. He nodded, keeping your grip tight around his waist while his arm was still swung around your shoulders.

Carefully, you both made your way down the hallway, having to put in more energy as the floor was beginning to tilt from the ship easing into its dangerous angle. Luckily, you were able to make it to the end, escorting yourself out of the corridor with Dazai’s head still swaying around. His eyes were shut, but his mind was attempting to be in pure focus as adrenaline zapped through his veins; a fight-or-flight reaction, knowing too well that the situation was hazardous.

Knowing that Dazai’s head was in pain, you gulped, frantically looking around for the quickest exit out of the area. Keeping him close to your side, you continued to make your way to the dining hall.

As if Dazai’s head wasn’t already in enough pain, the headache began to worsen once you both stepped foot into the large room.

What was filled with boisterous crowds of the rich singing about their unstoppable greed was now met with chaotic cries and pleas as multiple people clung onto the faintly golden-kissed pillars. You eyed those that were tumbling up the stairs, yelling that the ship was going to sink as they were hastily making their way past others.

“Let’s go, Dazai,” you spoke close to his ear as he nodded.

Dazai rested his head on your shoulder yet he kept his gaze down. At one point, he managed to open his eyes carefully, fighting back the anguish occurring through his head, and tried to keep an eye out for where you were trying to lead him.

It was difficult to not get bumped by people that were trying to save their own lives once the ship began to tilt slightly. The cries began to pick up its volume and you bit your bottom lip, sweat trickling down your forehead. All of this was too much—it was too overwhelming and exhausting to bear.

You gasped as you felt Dazai tumble next to you. His groans were enough to catch your attention. Calling out his name, you went back to grab ahold of him, pleading to have him use his physical strength to get up despite how dizzy his mind must’ve been in its hazy blur. At some point, you worried that he was going to faint from how painful his head must’ve felt.

“M’fine,” he slurred, shaking his head.

“You’re not, but we need to go,” you said loudly, trying to have him properly despite the people pushing past you.

Without hesitation, you cupped your hands around his flushed cheeks and he opened his eyes to stare at you, cautiously watching the worried look drawn on your face. Tears pooled your eyes as sniffles were audible to his ears. “Y/N…” he whispered close to your face.

“Dazai, the ship is gonna sink, please. Try to move. I got you, okay?”

He nodded before throwing his shoulder over you like before. You helped him stay still on his feet as you pushed alongside the strangers that were frantically running up the stairs. Dazai managed to pick up the pace which was good enough; the top of the stairs would’ve been enough to reach the doors that led to the upper part of the ship.

However, a cry was heard from a woman down below, pleading for someone to rescue her before the windows shattered into an alarming screech. Pools of sea water rushed in, nearly eating those below the stairs as they yelled out for help and desperately grabbed ahold of anything that was near their presence.

“Fuck!” Dazai swore out loud.

“Hurry!” You cried out, helping him up the stairs as you both scurried past those close to you.

Dazai attempted to snap into reality, ignoring the blur in his eyes for a moment until you both ran up the stairs together. It wasn’t long until another window above him had broken, where water rushed in to engulf him for a brief moment.

“Dazai!” You called out his name, nearly sobbing at the anxiety drowning your heart.

Shattered glass had marked a few cuts on his wrist. Funny. Dazai was aware of the stinging pain all too well. Though thinking about his past suicidal ideations wasn’t the best move right now. Fighting back the harsh push of the wave, he urged you to keep running up the stairs and that he’d catch up.

You wanted to believe him yet your body lunged further into the water to help him. Ignoring the desperate pleas from those around Dazai, you grabbed ahold of his arm and then helped him out of the water. It wasn’t going to be long until the whole dining room was going to be submerged in seawater.

Steadily, you both ran up the stairs with Dazai’s hand intertwined with yours. Panting breaths became normal for you at this point. A racing heart became a norm as well—at least for the past hour or so.

And you both reached the top of the ship, where you eyed down at the seawater filling up below you.

“Shit,” Dazai swore, placing pressure on his wrists in order to stop the bleeding. Usually, the sight never really bothered him. But now out of all times was just the worst timing.

“Dazai, no,” you cried softly, grabbing ahold of his hand, not minding that you were getting his blood on your skin. “We’re gonna get out of here and I’m going to find help for you, okay?”

He groaned. “You better go out on a few dates with me if we make it out alive.”

“Now is not the time, Dazai!”

You kept your hand locked with his as you pushed past the people that were rummaging through the top floor. The sound of babies crying was enough to drown your heart even more, deeper than you’d imagine, and the wailing sobs of children fearing for their lives started to make you fall into a deeper cry.

“Women and children—only!”

You noticed that some people were desperately jumping on the wooden lifeboats that were slowly inching themselves down to the water. Nearly gasping at the sight, you noticed that all of the lifeboats contained women and children onboard; not one man in sight, regardless of your eyes darting around the boats.

Dazai fell to his knees close to you, heaving out breaths as you inched down to meet him. He rested his head back against the railing, muttering out curse words. Damp hair decorated on his forehead. Watching the layers of the bandages wrapped around his wrist slowly wet into an unsettling dark red, you bit your lip and stood up fast.

You made your way to the man that was shouting at the women and children to get onboard to the lifeboats quickly before you grabbed ahold of the collar of his uniform. Shouts roared from the crowd, demanding that the husbands of the families should get on. Heartbeat raced; steady pace was now gone in a flash. You gritted your teeth at one of the boat crew members.

“Someone I know is in critical pain and he is bleeding!” A loud cry left your lips. “Please get him help. He can’t move and—”

“We are doing ever—”

“Just get him on the lifeboat, please!”

No use. You knew that the crew members were meant to follow orders, yet here you were yelling your agony at him when the ship was sinking. Sighing in defeat, you threw the man to the ground before stomping your way past the yelling men close to you, demanding to be put on the boats.

Dazai was humming to himself in hopes of keeping himself at ease. His eyes bolted open once you grabbed ahold of his figure, forcing him to stumble on his feet. Dragging him past the crowd, you noticed the beaten smile on his lips—almost seeming as if he had decided to give up on hope already and he was welcoming death right at this very moment.

Though what Dazai took note of was that he was going to use the advantage to have you go on the lifeboat before him. Women and children first, anyway. Not like his life mattered to anyone—besides you; not only did the sunset on his lips stay comfortingly but he was soothed by your frantic cries of wanting to get him to safety first. Even before you.

His wrist stung and he bit his bottom lip. Usually, the thought of dying never really annoyed him or even tickled him in the most unsettling way; rather so, he awaited it. But when it came to a sharp pain and blood staining the whites blanketing his skin—no. That wasn’t his thing.

“I don’t give a damn what anyone says,” you cupped his face, nearly stumbling from the few men that tried to jump off the ship in order to gain access to the lifeboat. Dazai kept his eyes on you; hollow yet filled with the usual tints of oranges and yellows that you adored—the beauty of the sunset was within his irises every time he spared to look at you. “Get off this ship. They have to have some first-aid kits or something on these lifeboats. Save yourself and don’t fucking die on me, okay?!”

He smiled at you with a tilt of his head. “Belladonna, I am in love with you.”

“God, Dazai, this isn’t the ti—”

“Please don’t forget that, okay?”

You blinked frantically at him. “Wh—what are—”

“I’m sorry.”

Before you could respond, he placed a kiss on your lips. Hard. In hopes of embracing his feelings with yours. And he pushed you. Hard. Again. You fell back into the lifeboat as the arms of the other women embraced you as you winced in pain from the sudden thud.

Realizing what he had done, you felt the lifeboat slowly ease its way down. Looking up, you stared at him. A smile. He kept it on his face as he laughed out loud and continued to shout out that he was in love with you. A wave of his hand made your heart sink—perhaps drowning underneath the seawater would’ve been less painful at this point. And you noticed the flares go off from behind him, signaling a cry for help near the crescent of the moon from above.

The gold in his eyes fading into a gray.

No matter how stubborn Dazai was, you weren’t going to lie to yourself that you were also falling in love with him as well. Though it was difficult; the unsinkable ship was now sinking, and he was already bleeding from his wrist. A massive headache on top of it. You didn’t know if he was going to give himself into death once the boat would sink—and you weren’t going to risk that happening if that was his final choice.

Gritting your teeth, you looked around the lifeboat to see that it had only eased to a floor below the level that you both were on. Without thinking, you lunged out of the lifeboat, hearing the yells from the women behind you as you gripped onto the railing of the ship.

Grunting, you pulled yourself up shakily. Tumbling over the railing, you coughed out loud, not minding the footsteps that were stomping past you.

“Y/N!”

Dazai’s familiar voice cried out to you. He ran to you in an instant before he helped you up on your feet. Instantly, he planted kisses on your face along with peppering a few on your lips. Wailing out a cry, you wanted to punch him yet you only found yourself slowly diving deep into his chest.

“What the hell were you thinking, Y/N?!” He exclaimed, eyebrows furrowing into a worry. “You were going to get off the—”

“You were going to let yourself die, weren’t you!” You sobbed. Dazai’s eyes widened as a gasp left his mouth. “You idiot, you think I wouldn’t notice! Don’t die, Dazai! I won’t let you—I’m not going to let you!”

“Y/N—”

“I will save your life forever if I have to!” At this point, your cries were audible throughout the floor as you hugged him, face buried deep into his wet shirt. “Tell me, you were going to let yourself just die, right?!”

He blinked before sighing into a defeat. Carefully nodding, he placed a hand on your head before petting you, cautiously shushing you as he kept you close to his chest. “I’m sorry, Y/N.”

“Idiot,” you exclaimed, gripping on his shirt. “Wherever you are, I am going to save you no matter how long it takes!”

Whenever Dazai wanted to say something, he’d speak it so confidently—usually in a cocky manner to play around with people around him. However, with one look of your tearful stares and the banters that you spoke, Dazai wanted to engulf his embrace with yours. Not wanting to leave. Flare lights paraded the sky; blinking slowly from afar.

His eyes darted to the other end of the floor you were both on. The ship was already at its peak of tilting, close to a sharp angle, and he patted your shoulders before jolting up. “Belladonna, we have to go—now!” Dazai shouted, grabbing ahold of your hand. “Don’t you dare let go of me!”

You nodded. Both of you dashed down the floor to where he was instantly looking for the nearest stairs that could lead to the upper level. Even though you had given up your chance to escape, knowing that you were still near Dazai’s presence was enough to make you feel more at ease—despite the pooling anxiety that swirled in your chest.

The ship began to tilt fast, and Dazai hurriedly took you close to the nearest ladder, to where you both ran past a group of people that were praying. Completely hopeless. The shatter of glass was audible from some of the rooms nearby. And muffled cries were the only depressing music heard by those already bracing for death knocking at their doors.

To watch the husbands get held back as their wives had to bid their farewells to them was unfair. The overwhelming feeling of defeat; a white flag along the air to state the surrender as the battle that was once fought was not meant to be won. A heavenly vacation had turned into nothing but a spiral of trauma and agonizing death for some unfortunate souls; not even the waves crashing through the windows was enough to frighten the disgusting sorrow that was gripping your heart as a whole.

Dazai grabbed on the metal ladder, tugging on your hand as he signaled you to climb up with him. Nodding, you followed from behind, frantically climbing up.

He grabbed hold of you, kissing your lips once more before he dragged you to the very end of the ship. Turning around, you noticed that the lifeboats were all gone—and at this point, it was all or nothing. Desperate strangers jumped off the railing, screams echoed through the chilly sea wind, and the idea of the desperate emotion of forlorn hovered above the sinking shop.

The flares that went off into the sky were no longer being sent off. Perhaps that all of the given hope was lost at this point. And the ship was tilting, with your fingers intertwined with Dazai’s. Maybe you were going to die a beautiful death with him after all—at least, with his presence, it wasn’t so bad. Not on the brink of loneliness. Because he would’ve been there with you. Though for a suicidal man, you didn’t expect him to be so determined; had it been for your safety or both of yours? You couldn’t recall.

When the ship split in two, screams were louder than before and cries became the only noise that you were used to by now. Dazai fell on his feet before forcing himself to stand up as you two made your way closer to the railing of the ship; the grip of his hand tighter than before—gritted teeth and knitted eyebrows—as he let out a heavy breath.

“You’re not letting go, okay?” Dazai said and you nodded quickly. He grabbed onto the railing before helping you up. Once you were around the railing with him, he kept an arm around you tightly and then planted kisses on your cheek, attempting to soothe your cries. “This is where you saved me, remember?”

“Dazai,” you sobbed.

“We’ll be okay, love,” he grabbed ahold of your hand as the half of the ship had fallen onto the water. A large splash of the cold sea water washed over you, causing you to yelp out in fear and he kept his grip tighten around you—enough to have you hide your face deep within his wet shirt, hoping that he wouldn’t make any sudden movements enough to have him let you go. “We’re going to be okay. I love you. I’m not letting you go anywhere.”

“I’m—I’m scared—”

He kissed your forehead and then your lips. “I love you. Stay close to me. Do not let go of my hand.”

“Oka—okay.”

The half of the ship tilted in its ninety degree angle, causing the people below to fall to the water. Every passing second felt like an eternity, where the splash of white and blues were dark from the midnight sky. You closed your eyes, hearing the crash of the waves bang your ears as you let out an uncontrollable sob into Dazai’s chest.

“I’m scared, Dazai, I’m so—”

“I know, love, I know,” he attempted to soothe you, knowing that you were both going to submerge deep within the water in a few seconds. Quickly, Dazai placed a kiss on your forehead once again before sprinkling his lips around your flushed face. “Hold onto me, okay? We’re going to stay together.”

“Dazai!” You let out a sob.

“I love you! Do not let go of my hand, okay?”

And the two of you had fallen into the water. The cold had never felt so bitter and disgusting before. On the brink of death; near those that were pleading for mercy as they wailed their arms around. Waves crashed in the night. Emotionless and gut-wrenching trauma filled the air, near the crescent moon.

Your hand never left his, no matter how slippery it was. Oxygen taken away from your lungs. Dazai lunged up from the water, gasping for as much air as he could. Breathing had never made him feel so alive before. And his eyes darted around, in hopes of finding anything that he could get his hands on to help bring both of you on some type of surface.

With the water temperature, there was no way that both of you were going to survive in the sea. He eyed a large wooden board before pulling you up close to him, where you coughed out in fear and still fought back a couple of cries. In an instant, Dazai dragged you along the water, attempting to swim as fast as he could without trying to risk any attempt of losing you.

Hurriedly, he lifted himself on the board before he rolled along the wood, continuing to heave out breaths as he gasped for as much air as he could. Shivered to the bones. Dazai turned to you, attempting to help you up from the water before you shouted at him to stop.

“Y/N! Get on here, I will—”

“It will sink,” your body shivered; the cold was making your legs numb. Dazai bent down on the board before grabbing ahold of your wrists. “No, no, no—”

“My love, don’t be stubborn please. Get up on—”

“Dazai!” You shouted, bottom lip quivering from the cold. Dazai noticed your skin slowly growing pale. From the autumn that soared in his heart, he hadn’t realized that the bitterness of winter was going to fade into a long cold night. “Do—don’t… just stay.”

“Y/N, please,” Dazai bit his lip as he fought back a cry.

“I’m so—so cold.”

“Let me help you, okay beautiful? Everything is okay.” He chuckled, in hopes of the compliment would be enough to make you smile. And you forced a smile, despite how much your jaw was in pain and your body shivered along with the cold temperature painfully stinging your skin.

“It—it will sink. You—you know that.”

Of course, he knew.

“Switch places with me,” Dazai demanded, nearly trying to get off the board.

You smacked his hand with as much energy as you could before letting out a breathy giggle. Dazai gritted his teeth before shoving his head down, forehead meeting the wood, and he let out a defeated cry. Hopeless. At least there was no chance out of this—for you. When it really should’ve been him in the water, not your angelic smile to soon be taken away from the world so soon.

“Da—Dazai, be a good man forever,” you shivered, resting your head as close as you could to his hand. “Do—don’t hate me for this but I have fallen in love with you too.”

“This isn’t the time, love!”

“Ha,” you laughed, closing your eyes against his head. “You—you sound like me.”

“Hang in there, okay?” He leaned in, attempting to place a kiss on your forehead. His lips stung painfully from the cold, but he didn’t care. “I’m holding onto you. I’m going to keep you warm. Do not let go, my love.”

Within seconds, Dazai’s eyes faded into a blur before he felt himself give into exhaustion. His head rested against the wooden board, keeping his hand on yours as he noted that your shivering body was a good sign—in a way—since you were still alive. All he could do was pray, and Dazai wasn’t the type to do such a thing, but he walked along the fine string of hope knowing that you were going to make it out of the cold somehow and help was going to soon make its rescue.

When Dazai slept, his body was cold as his mind faded into nothing but the dark. Yet the shine of the light caused his eyes to flutter open where he noticed that—after what seemed like forever—there had been a batch of rescue boats that came their way to look for any remaining survivors that had survived the traumatic shipwreck.

He turned to you, tapping on your still body, murmuring that there was finally some hope that you both were going to look forward to. But without the trembles of your body, Dazai had to face the reality that the cold had taken over you—frostbitten from the tips of your fingers as your skin was flushed in tangents of blue. And the cry that he wailed out hurt him more than the frostnip at the tip of his nose and the stinging wound on his wrist from before; it called out to the attention of the rescuers, though it wasn’t a pleasant wail that any one of them had hoped to hear.

He pleaded to have them help you, at least try to attempt to take you in for medical help. But Dazai was not a stupid man; his antics may have been silly, though his mind had an intelligence above all, with the one look of your body near his, he knew the truth all too well to his eyes. In frustration, Dazai yelled at some of the men on the rescue boat in anger, almost fumbling on his feet before he was given a warm blanket and he had to force himself to lay on the ground, hidden beneath the cloth.

Dazai knew living was a sin itself. It caused agony to live through the harsh moments of life, such as experiencing the death of his first love and witnessing a traumatic moment in history that would not have been forgotten. He knew that there was no purpose to the act of living, which was why he gave himself the wish to commit a clean suicide to begin with—though you had stopped him at the start of his Titanic getaway.

He always thought that humans were a miserable and dangerous bunch. Clearly, Dazai fully knew it all too well that even he, himself, was a part of that bunch. Though, the boat ride back home was enough to have him open his eyes to peek at the kiss of the sunrise, noting that the beautiful warm colors have greeted him to a peaceful welcome.

Something about the gold beneath the horizon was enough to bring comfort to his heart at that moment.

And it wasn’t long until the news had gotten out about the Titanic sinking. Dazai remained in the hospital with the other rare—and few—survivors for quite some time, not only to heal physically but the majority of the treatment was meant to help cope with the trauma. But Dazai didn’t pay much mind to this, really, and instead invested in his time reading books throughout the hospitalization, wanting to clear his head from having to consistently grieve about your presence.

During his discharge, he found himself watching the sunset more often than usual. Something about those warm colors. Really, it was that. He found comfort in it. Perhaps it was because he couldn’t forget the moment that he took you to the end of the ship to have him realize that he fell in love with you—the way your kindness soared since you cared for him; a mere stranger, let alone, an outcast from the norms of society—and even though he’d have to wait for another day to pass, it was worth it to watch the sunset.

At one point, he was sitting alongside the edge of the docks, Dazai swayed his feet back and forth. An unlit cigarette danced along his teeth before he took it out and flicked it to the side, not minding that the drug was near his presence one bit. The faint noises of children playing in the background began to blur out from his mind.

He eyed the sunset in front of him. Glimmering warm colors as usual, kissing the tip of the ocean’s horizon and Dazai smiled to himself. The image of you flickered across his thoughts; memories began to fill his mind as he closed his eyes and threw his head back. Satisfied sigh escaped his lips, he smiled in remembrance of the illumination in your eyes.

Because Dazai knew that he wasn’t someone that would try to make his presence known to a lot of people—at least, he eyed himself as the usual social outcast. Not once did he really put himself out there for typical relationships that would take a toll on his heart in either the good or bad feelings. Nobody mattered much to his existence, really, and even then, with the sunset eyeing his movements, he didn’t take notice that he could have the ability to be likeable to others.

With your existence vanished from the world, Dazai jokingly found himself saying that he’d commit suicide in order to meet you in another universe—let it be heaven or the pits of hell. Though he could picture your angry stare at him, yelling at him to live to see another sunset. Even now, his heart continued to flutter in the vibrants of oranges and yellows despite the tint of dullness in his eyes.

‘Be proud of me, silly,’ he thought to himself. ‘I haven’t attempted it since you died.’

Dazai let out a deep sigh.

“Don’t worry, Y/N,” he then chuckled to himself, resting his back against the dock.

“I will be okay.”

tags: @whorefordazai @tender-rosiey @internetkilledtheroxstar @sadcannibal @bsdparadise @pompompurin1028 @dazais-osamu @tetsustation @milky-toast @missrown @requiem626k @jessbeinme15 @kyuus4ku @so-chile @kiyokoxd

[randomrosewrites]

The aftermath of the tempest

Pairing: Kaedehara Kazuha x GN reader Summary: Many, many years after Kaedehara Kazuha fled from Inazuma, a lot of things have changed, but his past burdens remain. Or, Kazuha has settled into his new life in Liyue, but still desires his home across the ocean. Words: ~2.7K Tags: Fluff, established relationship, Kaz and reader have a kid, gn pronouns for reader, kaz gets emotional at some point, implied beigguang as well

a/n: What's this? Rose is actually writing??!!

Read it on ao3!

The young girl furrows her brows, front teeth catching her lip as she stares at the board. She's in deep concentration, barely paying any mind to the sweets or the apple cider (poured within a much too expensive cup) beside her.

Her opponent, on the other hand, is the opposite, holding a cup of tea within her palms, white steam drifting from the cup the same colour as her hair. A mystical smile on the woman’s face gives nothing away.

The young girl places a hand on a chip. Then hesitates, thinking a moment more before making a move.

The woman sets her cup down, ruby eyes scanning over the board before she lifts a jewelled hand, moving chips across the board in great succession.

"And with that, I believe I win," Ningguang says. "You did very well this time."

The young girl pouts, trying to hold back the tears in her eyes.

"Oh, don't tear up. It's alright," Ningguang produces a handkerchief and holds it out.

The girl takes it gratefully, hiding her face in the cloth. "Uh- huh."

Ningguang exhales. Children are so delicate, like the petals of glaze lilies. "How about you go to the other room? I'll clean up here."

The girl nods, and slides off her chair. "Can I take my juice?"

"Of course, you may. But remember to hold it carefully."

She nods.Holding the cup carefully with two hands, she slides open the silk screen and enters the next room.

Your head turns at the sound, looking up from your spot by the window: perched upon a lounge chair, feet up. You smile and gesture for the girl to sit beside you. She sets her cup down and crawls next to you, burying her face in your chest.

"How did your game go, Haruko?" You ask, combing her hair free of tangles.

Haruko shakes her head and a sniffle escapes her. "I lost."

You hum sympathetically, “I'm sorry. There's always next time. You and Lady Ningguang were playing for a really long time! Good job."

Harukao's grip loosens a smidge. "Thank you."

The screen door slides open again and Ningguang steps through. The material of her gold dress drags behind her as she walks, the movement smooth as water. She has a familiar treat nestled in the palm of her hands, a famous Liyue sweet candy.

You nudge Harkuo gently. She lifts her head, crimson eyes widening when she sees the candy. She scrambles out of your lap.

Seeing them side by side, Haruko looks more like Ningguang’s daughter than yours. Their eye colour and hair are almost identical. But Ningguang has high cheekbones and a sharp jaw, whereas Haruko has round, filled in cheeks, like her father.

"For you," Ningguang offers it to Haruko. "As thanks for an excellent game of checkers."

Haruko takes the candy with an excited beam on her face. "Thank you, Aunt Ningguang!"

“You are most welcome.”

With the candy, Haruko’s sadness about losing the match is all but forgotten. She rummages through one of the cabinets by the wall, pulling out a colouring book (A collection of cartoon-like Rex Lapis drawings in his dragon form) and the crayons that are specifically kept there.

Many years had passed since the first golden house went crashing into the ocean after the battle with the Ancient God Osial. But the loss only pushed Ningguang to rebuild the new one, bigger, more elegant, and efficient than the last.

Currently, it was parked atop Mount Tianheng, overlooking the harbour. It was fancy, the walls a rich cream and the floors polished dark brown. Some things had to be kid-proofed (especially when Haruko was younger and Beidou insisted on bringing her to visit.) But now, she’s old enough, and familiar enough with the building, that you’re not worried. Not even by the koi pond that circles the living room.

Ningguang plants herself across from you on the couch as Haruko begins to colour in Rex Lapis’ tail. “She’s growing bigger and bigger every day.”

You nod in agreement. “I swear, she’ll be taller than her father soon enough.”

Ningguang laughs. “Sooner or later.”

Haruko’s finished two drawings and is on the third when you look outside the window to the Port of Liyue harbour, glimmering with the midday sun. The familiar outline of the Alcor’s sail and ship dots the horizon. You stand up.

"Are you finished with your juice, Haruko? We're going to get ready soon."

She perks up. "Is dad here?"

You smile at her. "Yes. Almost. You want to be the first to greet him, don't you?"

She nods adamantly, hurrying to put away her things in their proper places.

"There are some ingredients in the kitchen if you'd like to prepare a lunch before you depart," Ningguang suggests.

“Thank you,” you say to her, before turning to your daughter. “What would you like to make?”

She thinks for a moment. “What do you think dad would like?”

“Hm. Anything that isn’t fish,” you make your way to the kitchen, Haruko following closely behind. “After a month at sea, I think he’s sick of fish.”

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Lunch made and packaged, you and Haruko begin the long walk down to the Port. Steps of green plaustrite appear as you walk. They used to frighten Haruko terribly. Now, though, she loves the way they appear under her feet and disappear when she steps off.

“Watch your steps,” you remind her. Though you trust Ningguang’s architects, you want her to be careful.

“Uh-huh,” Haruko says, half-listening. She’s always distractible on these types of days.

Kazuha isn’t a frequent member onboard the Alcor anymore, but occasionally Beidou will plead with him to accompany her. She says his anemo vision makes cutting through enemies so much easier.

Kazuha will go on month-long voyages with the Crux, maybe two months if he feels like it, but refuses anything more. He doesn’t want to spend time away from you or your daughter.

By the time you arrive at the docks, you’re sweating and the Alcor is pulling into the harbour. Haruko hops up on a dock anchor, waving to the ship.

“Hi!”

A deafening honk sounds from the ship, making Haruko laugh. Then again. Then once more. Honk honk honk honk-

Jeez, Ningguang can probably hear the boat from Mount Tianheng.

Haruko stands back just enough so that the sailors can tie the boat off and lower the gangplank, then she’s rushing onboard the ship. A woman hops down from the wheel, holding out her arms as Haruko leaps into them.

“Auntie Beidou!”

“Hiya Haru!” Beidou grins, swinging your daughter around in a bear hug, long brown hair flying everywhere. “How have you been? Jeez, you’re getting tall!”

“Good! Aunt Ningguang said she misses you.”

Beidou’s grin widens. “Has she, now?”

“Beidou,” you greet sweetly. (Walking on board with much more restraint.) “It’s good to see you’re well.”

Her eye softens. Haruko slowly slides out of her arms. “The same to you. I thought you guys were coming to meet us tomorrow?”

Your house, the one you and Kazuha have, is right on the border between Mondstadt and Liyue. It’s far from the port but it’s quiet, nestled by the beaches of Yaoguang Shoal.

“Well, Ningguang offered us to stay last night, so we did. Haruko wanted to see her dad as soon as possible.”

“Ahh, I see. Well, good to see you again.” Beidou turns to Haruko, mischievous smile on her face. “Your dad’s gonna be thrilled, watch this.”

She cups her hands around her mouth and shouts, “Kaz!”

High up on the mast, a tuft of white hair pops out from the crow’s nest. You smile and give a wave. The tuft disappears, and quick as the wind, the man reappears, hastily scaling down the mast.

He jumps the rest of the way and rolls to his feet, brushing white hair from his eyes, and is promptly tackled by Haruko, nearly losing his balance.

“Daddy!” she squeals.

“Haruko,” Kazuha grins, hoisting her up to rest against his side. “It’s been so long. How are you?”

“Good, dad. How was your trip? What did you do? Did you see any scary monsters?”

“Scary monsters, hm, I may have encountered a few.”

“You gotta tell me over lunch – can we eat it in the bird's nest? We made lunch for you!”

“Crow’s nest,” Kazuha corrects gently. “And really? Wow. Did you help make it?”

“Uh-huh! But I’m not telling you what it is; it’s a surprise! You’ll have to open it like a present.”

“That sounds lovely, Haruko. Thank you.”

You walk up to them and press a kiss to Kazuha’s cheek. “Hi, Kaz.”

“Hello, love,” Kazuha purrs, leaning into your touch. “You look stunning.”

Beidou guaffs, Haruko’s nose wrinkles. “Ew.”

(She used to scream at Kazuha to stop whenever he’d recite sappy love poems to you, covering his mouth with both hands so he’d stop talking. It always made you laugh.)

You pull away from Kazuha and save your daughter and Beidou from your ‘gross’ affections. “The journey to Inazuma ok?”

His eyes briefly harden. He smiles tightly. “It was alright.”

There’s a hidden we’ll talk about this later in his voice, unnoticed by Haruko. She wriggles and Kazuha sets her down.

“Can we climb the mast now?”

Kazuha takes her hand, “Ask the captain.”

“Auntie – Captian Beidou, can we climb the mast please?”

Beidou ruffles her head. “Of course you can, kid. Keep an eye out for me on there, yeah?” Then to Kazuha. “I gotta run some errands on land. If I’m not back by the time you’re gone, thanks for everything.”

Kazuha raises a brow. “Might those ‘errands’ have anything to do with that golden brocade you bought?”

Beidou just waves and grins, trotting off the gangplank and jogging towards the Jade Chamber.

---

The crow’s nest is really only meant for one person standing up, much less three adults and one child, but you make it work. Haruko is obviously given the best seat, you’re squashed beside her, and Kazuha balances on the edge of the nest, legs dangling over the air.

“Why can’t I do that?” Haruko asks as you unpack lunch.

“Because it’s dangerous. Your dad’s very experienced and can catch himself if he falls.”

You’ve seen it happen many times before. Kazuha losing his footing or grip, that split second when he fell and your heart stopped. Then the gust of air that followed, propelling himself back up to safety.

“Once you’re bigger, you can do this,” Kazuha says.

Haruko huffs. “You always say that…”

He chuckles and pats her head. “We just want you safe, is all.”

You pass out bowls and chopsticks around. Kazuha helps affix a chopstick holder to Haruko’s (she’s getting better, but it’s still a challenge to her.) Haruko insists Kazuha close his eyes as you pour out lunch.

“Ok, you can open them!” she says once things are all set.

Kazuha opens his eyes. A steaming bowl of Jueyun Guoba rests in his hands. Juicy cuts of ham, crisp Jueyun chilis, and the rich aroma enough to make your mouth water.

“Ta-dah! What do you think?”

“Oh, Haruko, it looks divine. You made this?”

“Yep! Hurry and taste it!”

Kazuha takes a bite, closing his eyes. “Delicious. So tasty. Captain Beidou should hire you as a chef, or better yet, wanmin restaurant should hire you.”

Haruko grins ear to ear, “Hehe, thank you.”

As you all eat, Kazuha tells you all about the adventures from his trips. How he saw the most beautiful of flowers, or how he fought a translucent glowing eel, Captian Beidou cooked it up and ate it, how she was sick for three straight days afterwards.

Haruko listens to him intently, staring at Kazuha with such a light in her eyes that makes your stomach flutter with pride.

You snuggle closer to Haruko, wrapping an arm around her. The three of you like actual crows, tucked high away, safe from the clutches of the outside world.

---

Haruko wears Kazuha out that day.

She seems to want to do everything Kazuha missed for the past month in a single day. You told her she needn’t rush – Kazuha wasn’t going away any time soon - but that didn’t deter her in the slightest.

You soak your feet in the icy ocean and search for seashells in the sand. You catch crystal flies in the old ruins, delighting in the way Haruko’s face lights up when the yellow wings fade, leaving just the core. You scale one of the many stone cliffs just to enjoy the view as Kazuha plays a tune from a passing leaf.

On your way home, you get some mora meat from a vendor and share the remaining candies from Ningguang as the sun dips below the horizon. When Haruko’s eyes begin to droop, Kazuha carries her on his back the rest of the way home.

Kazuha brushes the hair from her face, kissing her forehead delicately. “Good night, my starlight. May your dreams be as sweet as shooting stars.”

“Poetic,” you murmur, barely containing a laugh.

Kazuha’s eyes gleam as the two of you tuck the covers tight around Haruko, kiss her once more for good measure, then gently close the door on her bedroom.

Finally, alone, Kazuha wastes no time in wrapping his arms around your waist, resting his head against your shoulder and sighing.

“Tired, pretty boy?” you ask, a lilt of mirth in your voice.

Kazuha hums in agreement, releasing you to intertwine your fingers. He gazes at you, eyes-half lidded, and presses a smattering of kisses to your hand.

“Shall we go on a walk?”

You glance at Haruko’s bedroom.

“Don’t worry,” Kazuha reassures you. “The wind will watch over her.”

You’re tired, but you’ve also missed Kazuha enough to fight off your slumber. You both wrap up, then make the walk down to the sandy pools of Yougung. The full moon is high in the sky, the breeze cool against your skin.

“Things are still bad over in Inazuma,” Kazuha begins, softly. The wind almost carries his voice away. “It’s gotten better. The vision hunt decree is struck down. Some visions have been returned to the people, but things are still very tense over there…It’s not a place where I want to bring our daughter…”

You squeeze his fingers tightly. It’s felt like ages since you first met Kazuha, when he was just a spry young man onboard the crux. His hair was shorter, he still wore bandages over his arm to hide his injuries from escaping Inazuma.

Now, he lets his hair loose. He wears more Liyue-style clothing. His right hand – the one in your grasp, has healed. Though the physical pain has left, the scars remain.

“I miss my homeland,” Kazuha croaks. “I love what I have with you – I love our home. But a part of me feels forever trapped in Inazuma. Longing for it. I-” He shakes his head, speckles of crystal tears forming in his eyes. Your heart aches at the sight.

“It’s alright, Kazuha,” you wrap your arms around him, rubbing his back. “I can’t begin to understand what that feels like…but I can be here to help you.”

“I just fear-“ he chokes, gripping your shirt. “I fear I’ll never be able to see it again. I’ll never get to bring Haruko to see the cherry blossoms that bloom in spring, or let her feed the cats that roam the islands like wanderers.”

Though you want to, though every part of you wants to assure him he’ll see it, you can’t promise him that. He knows it as well.

You comb your fingers through his hair as his tears stain your shirt. “If that’s the case - If things never get better in our lifetime - then we will make the most of it. Nothing lasts forever. Inazuma will one day change.”

You pull his head from your shoulder to meet his eyes. They’re red and puffy. You rub your thumbs over his cheeks, wiping away tear tracks.

“But no matter what, we’ll see it through together.”

Kazuha covers your hand with his, leaning into your touch. “Thank you, love. I am forever grateful that I get to spend my life with you.”

You rest your forehead against his, pressing forward just enough so your lips touch.

“Forever,” you murmur. “And then beyond where the wind lies.”