#mini writing piece

[denim-wizard]

Sanji vs homerotic relationships with big cat coded men

[vemuabhi]

Hey I hope you’re having a great day! I was wondering if you could write a One piece luffy x chubby y/n for your Mini event!

Good Morning

This is one of my pieces for the mini event. Please enjoy and let me know what you think about this. Please forgive any mistake, it isn't proofread.

Prompt taken from here (18) Credit @/bas-writes

Pairing : Luffy X Reader

Word Count : 841

I was listening to Still with you by Jungkook

copyright © vemuabhi Though Likes are cute and all, Please Reblog me if you like my writings.

As a routine Luffy woke up because he got hungry in the middle of the night. He slowly walked towards the kitchen even though he knew Sanji would throw him into the ocean if he ate the meat which is supposed to be tomorrow’s breakfast. But he knew, that meat now is worth being thrown into the sea.

“Going somewhere Luffy?”, your voice made him to stop in his tracks. He slowly turned towards you and smiled sheepishly. The pink cheeks of your captain made you to chuckle.

“So…. I woke up because I wanted to eat something. Got hungry y’know”, you nodded and took his hand. The sound of the waves along with the moon light, it seemed absolutely beautiful. His hand was warm. You both walked into the aquarium room. After you turned on the light, you let his hand go to fetch the secret box of food that you kept hidden.

“You- You have food here”, his eyes light up as soon as you placed the box in his hands.

“Yes, I keep it here hidden, even I get hungry late at nights”, you winked.

“Truly Y/N, I am so happy today”, he said as he started to eat.

“This is our secret, don’t let anyone know about this, especially Sanji”, you placed a finger on your lips as he nodded in enthusiasm. You chuckled, thinking how this so-called secret would be out by the next day. But what mattered the most was that he was not hungry anymore.

You closed the empty box and he was feeling sleepy. A smile formed on your face as you shook his shoulders. “Captain, Don’t sleep while you are still sitting”.

His drowsy eyes scanned the place and noticed Robin’s shawl. His hand stretched to grab the shawl. While the hand travelled back, you were also caught in his grasp. With a swift motion, you were in his arms laying beside him, with the shawl covering you both.

“Let’s just… sleep here for now. I don’t wanna… go back”, he yawned making your cheeks turn red, “You can hold me… tight… if you are cold”. With that the man was already knocked out but at what cost?!! Were you going to sleep if he was so close? With so many thoughts running in your mind, you didn’t even realize when you fell asleep.

The next day, by the time you got up, he was awake but still sleepy. Luffy became muscular during the 2 years of training which wasn’t invisible. But looking at him so close made it even more prominent.

“Mor..ning”, he yawned as a small tear drop formed on the corner of his eye, due to his sleepiness.

“Go.. good morning luffy”, you managed to speak and got up. Rushing to the bathroom was a small word to what you were feeling.

You freshened up then went to eat breakfast, thinking how your secret would be out by now. But to your surprise, no one seemed to talk about it. ‘So… he did keep it a secret’, you covered your face with one of your hands as your eyes met Luffy. He threw you a gentle smile without knowing the consequences it rose in your heart.

That day night, you were unsure if Luffy would come but you waited with two boxes of food near the aquarium room. On dot at 12AM, like yesterday, he was in the room with a smile on his face. Oh his smile was like a virus to you. Making you smile as he came and sat next to you, with him eating his box. Both of you talked and laughed as you ate your food. Like yesterday, he pulled you closer and fell asleep beside you.

This became a routine. Everynight both of you slept beside eachother. You both wished good morning after you both woke up in each other’s arms. The comfort of being beside Luffy made you to feel… safe and happy. One day, you woke up before Luffy and went to on the deck to make the cool breeze caress you in advance you go and train for the day. Zoro who was on night watch, got set to get inside as he saw you. You waved to him as he nodded.

Then to your surprise, you felt the rubber arms hold your waist and pull you up towards the roof of the aquarium room. Luffy hugged your form and sighed.

“Don’t just… go away without saying good morning. It… it isn’t warm if you aren’t beside me like usual”, he said as his grip tightened around you two. His arms covered you and him twice. How hard did his feelings just got hurt because of not being beside him when he woke up?

Your heart was pounding with the feelings Luffy was showing to you. “Sorry Luffy, I’ll make sure to stay beside you when you wake up”, you hugged him back.

He pulled back a little and said, “Good morning”.

That made you to giggle. “Good morning Luffy”.

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[cecropiacrown]

May I Have This Dance?

When Feng Xin offers his hand out to Mu Qing, as if to ask him for a dance, the two generals of the South can feel the eyes on them. 

There are poorly concealed snickers and not so hushed whispers as those around them make bets on who will win the impending fight. They think it's a joke; of course they do. Just something General Nan Yang is doing to goad General Xuan Zhen into anger.

But much more is going on than meets the eye.

Mu Qing's heart hammers so loudly in his chest, he wonders if Feng Xin can hear it through their private communication array, which they both still lurk in. 

He was his normal cool and collected self when they had planned this, but Mu Qing's nerves have caught up with him now that they're finally following through.

Feng Xin had asked for permission to do this because of course he did, and when Mu Qing said yes, the two still waffled back and forth on how exactly they wanted it to go. Ultimately, Mu Qing gave Feng Xin permission to ask and here they are now, on display in front of everyone they know, about to do something no one will expect.

With as much nonchalance as he can muster, Mu Qing places his hand in Feng Xin's and lets himself be pulled to his feet and led to the dance floor.

The hushed murmur of the crowd has stilled and an air of confusion settles in around them. Mu Qing's hand is trembling, but the only one close enough to see that is Feng Xin, who gives him a reassuring squeeze and the most loving smile as his voice rings clear in Mu Qing's head.

“I have you, Mu Qing.”

Mu Qing returns the smile a bit nervously and responds in kind, “I know, Feng Xin. But everyone is staring.”

“Let them stare. Focus on me.”

And suddenly they're on the dance floor and everyone waits with bated breath, most of them certain this is an elaborate ploy on Mu Qing's end; something he's doing to catch his rival by surprise. Surely the fighting will break out soon, will it not?

But then General Nan Yang’s free hand finds its way to General Xuan Zhen’s waist and it all falls into place from there.

Their hands haven't parted since Mu Qing accepted the dance and they stay connected still as Feng Xin leads them into rhythm with the music. 

Mu Qing is quite a skilled dancer and Feng Xin isn't too bad himself, which makes sense, since Mu Qing was the one who taught him.

Still, Feng Xin trips over his feet just a little from the nerves he undoubtedly has and Mu Qing laughs. It's bright and unhindered and so very genuine. His eyes crinkle with the motion and suddenly he doesn't remember that everyone is staring. All he remembers are the many nights spent teaching Feng Xin how to step in time with the music and where to hold at Mu Qing's waist and then he's thinking of all the times they've kissed and then he can't help it--his entire heart is there in the smile he gives Feng Xin.

It doesn't matter that others are around because the grin on his face is for Feng Xin only, and any bystander can see that clear as day. 

Mu Qing lets his eyes close and presses his forehead to Feng Xin's and Feng Xin takes what he can get and pulls Mu Qing even closer. He doesn't need to open his eyes to know Feng Xin is smiling back at him. He feels the love radiate like the sun and he knows his face is flushed, but it feels so good he can't find it in himself to be embarrassed.

It's a bit dramatic and over the top to announce their relationship to all of heaven this way but, it suits them, doesn't it? And, truthfully, Mu Qing wouldn't have it any other way.

[datkat08]

Seven minutes of heaven with Zosan. 💚💛[suggestive and probably ooc]

“Goddamn it, Nami, let us out!” Zoro yells.

“As much as I hate to agree with this ogre, I would prefer not to be in here, my sweet Nami-swan!”

“Nope!” They hear from the other side of the door, “I’m not opening this closet until you two sort out whatever the hell is going on with you!”

“Whatever the hell is— hey! What are you getting at here?”

“That’s for you to figure out,” she answers simply. “Now I have business I need to take care of, I’ll be back later!”

“Wait, Nami-swan!! Don’t leave!!” Sanji calls desperately. They hear footsteps that get quieter and quieter until they’re left in silence.

Sanji curses. “Damn it! Why would she lock me in here with you of all people?”

“What, you hate me that much?”

Sanji blinks. “Well, I—“

He’s surprised to hear that Zoro’s breathing has grown heavy. He lets out a bitter chuckle, “Yeah. Cause you just can’t stand me, right? Everything about me pisses you off. You’d much prefer if one of the girls were here instead, wouldn’t you? Because being alone with me is just your worst nightmare. Does that sound right?”

His voice sounds pained by the end. Sanji surely didn’t expect this kind of response from him. “Shit, Marimo, no, that’s not…”

“Don’t lie to me,” his voice is dangerous.

“I’m not lying! I just… don’t know how to act around you,” he admits. Zoro’s breath hitches, but Sanji continues.

“Sometimes everything will be fine and then other times I want to rip your head off. Sometimes I think I hate you but other times I enjoy your company, and it’s all so confusing! But… you’re still my crew mate, and I want to be able to get along with you,” he sighs, “you… matter to me, alright?”

He tries to find Zoro’s eyes in the dim lighting, and when he does there’s something there he doesn’t recognize.

“Zoro?”

“…I’m sorry.”

“Wha-“

His question is cut off by strong lips on his own. He gasps into the kiss, but his body seems to take over his mind and he kisses back desperately. By the time they break apart they’re both gasping for air.

Neither of them can find the words to break the silence that follows. Sanji’s mind is spinning and he feels a little sick. His body had moved on its own, before he had any time to decide what he wanted to do. He definitely hadn’t expected Zoro to kiss him all of a sudden. Now, the swordsman can’t even look at him. Sanji feels his heart clench seeing how regretful he looks. But Sanji, surprising even himself, finds that he doesn’t feel regret at all.

“Hey, Marimo—“

“I’m sorry I kissed you,” Zoro suddenly says.

Sanji sighs gently and gives a small smile. “I’m not.”

Zoro whips his head up to look at him in shock. “You’re… you’re not?”

“I kissed you back, didn’t I?” He says it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. And in a way, it was. His body had made the decision his brain was always too afraid to make. He always pushed down the fleeting thoughts of Zoro that would plague his mind from time to time. He would blame it on tiredness or feverishness. But he couldn’t run away from those feelings anymore, and he kind of didn’t want to.

He feels for Zoro’s hand in the dark and squeezes it gently. Zoro squeezes back. Sanji brings their hands up to Zoro’s face and cups it as he leans in. Their lips meet again, this time without a shred of doubt from either party. The kiss deepens and they let their hands wander, feeling each other and making note of the new sensations. Sanji can’t help the soft moan that escapes him when Zoro slides a hand up the back of his shirt, and he’s pleased to hear one in return when he tugs at Zoro’s hair.

The air between them begins to feel hot and constricting, their breaths quickening and the shuffle of fabric becoming more erratic and—

And then they are enveloped in light, caught like a deer in headlights as they both freeze in horror. They turn their heads slowly and are met by an unimpressed look from their orange-haired navigator.

“Knew it.”

[0m3n-0f-d3ath]

Knight Kat

Cracks in the armor

[meangreennunseen]

Idk if it's me or it is really the fact that there's so little of Warhammer40k content on tumblr. Like in comparison with most of the other fandoms I have been with, wh40k does feel as pretty barren desert...

Even so, few people who create content for wh40k fandom here on tumblr are damn dedicated and I absolutely love all the new stuff floating in daily.

[luuxxart]

royal college trio 🍂🍁

[amons-hat-enthusiast]

Roevember 2024: Day 1 - Name

The evening was quiet in the North Shroud. Not an Ixal in sight, much to relief for a small band of sellswords stationed in Treespeak. Having finished their patrol, the group made camp and gathered around the campfire in no time. Valliant Jackal and Ardent Doe, a Roegadyn couple, each with a flask of ale in their hands, were retelling a funny story of their first time in the Shroud. Across them sat Nhagi'a and Nalili, a Miqo'te and a Lalafell, who were tending to Nhagi'a's arrows while giggling to the couple's story of their misfortune.

A young Hellsguard Roegadyn was sitting in silence, slightly further away from their peers. Their hands were sweaty, breath shaky, thoughts running wild on whether or not they'll regret what they're about to do. But to hells with it, they're going to do it anyway, as they can't take this feeling of wrongness anymore. Swallowing hard, they stood up and with small steps approached the group, anxious feeling in the gut getting worse with each step.

Nhagi'a was the first one to see that his approaching friend didn't have their usual grin on their face and immediately noticed that something was off. "Hey kid, something wrong?", he said with a hint of concern in his voice. All the conversations that were had fell silent in an instant, all eyes going to the crew's youngest member. "No!...Uuugghh...I mean, um....yeah....", words were barely leaving their mouth, but they took a deep breath and continued, "I...I-I have something important to tell you all." Ardent Doe and Nalili exchanged worried looks and then looked back at their friend. "For the last few years, you've known me as a girl, as Geimwyda. But that's not who I am, not anymore. And, if I'm being honest, I don't think I ever was.", they said with a shaky voice, gaze glued downwards on their fidgeting hands. "I've always had this strange feeling, this wrongness, about who I am. And that feeling never went away, no matter what other people said to me about it. It only kept getting stronger the longer I ignored it. And now, I think I've finally reached a breaking point, as I just can't take it anymore." Their eyes were slowly getting filled with tears. "So please, call me anything, anything, but a girl. And never use the name Geimwyda for me again....I despise it. I chose a new one instead - Matheli. Matheli Taral."

Matheli braced for it - the negative reactions, the resentment, the ridicule - all of what they've faced before. But it never came. When they finally gathered the courage to look up, what they saw through their eyes filled with tears was enough to get those tears to spill. Instead of mean looks they expected to see, the faces of their companions were painted with bright smiles and wide grins. Ardent Doe stood up and approached her shaken friend, placed her hand on their cheek and enveloped them in a tight hug. "It's good to meet you, Matheli Taral."

These people love and care about you and accept you for who you are, Matheli. There's no need to fear otherwise, not anymore.

[chalkrub]

another attack! more cool critters

[whumpspicelatte]

Bedside Vigil: Terry in "King's Counsel"

Terry's POV to @echo-goes-mmm's Aftermath (set just before)

Juno belongs to @echo-goes-aaa / @echo-goes-mmm

Warnings: implied self-harm, mention of suicidal ideation, aftermath of near-death experience from caretaker's POV

The room’s silence weighed down on Terrance’s shoulders, broken only by unsteady breathing. Juno’s fingers laid limp between the king’s hands. Long lines of smooth, perfectly untouched skin snaked down his boy’s scarred back where he had watched blood bubble and drool over skin and silks alike only hours before. 

Now, Terrance’s hair hung down his back, only a simple seafoam green robe over his bare skin, bare soles flat against cold marble. No makeup hid his split lip or black eye. No jewels gleamed over his skin. No crown weighed down his head. 

The sickening stench of freshly spilled blood still flooded his senses, despite having already allowed himself to be pried away to wash off every sticky drop staining his skin. 

He had nearly let himself drown in the bathwater. 

All of his advisors but elderly Duchess Delphine Valentin and Minister Edgard Thomas, the only ones who hadn’t been active, willing participants in his myriad punishments and backroom dealings, had been forced out of the castle with an ease that still left his head spinning. Perhaps the blood and bruises had been enough to shock his guards into action. Maybe not. He didn’t know. 

According to Court Mage Wright, the shock and blood loss was what kept Juno from stirring yet; that it may take an hour or two before he was up again. The potion for replenishing lost blood could only work so fast. 

And Terrance had first hand experience on how draining quickened healing could be on the body. Had felt his head spin as he swallowed down a healing potion aimed at the skeletal system himself, fractured bones in his wrists knitting back together. He hadn’t accepted any others. He didn’t deserve the others. 

So now it was just…a waiting game. Waiting for Juno to wake up. To come back to him. 

Waiting. 

Terrance stared down at Juno’s hand, gently curling and splaying out his boy’s fingers. Those lashes never even fluttered. There, amidst the pillows and blankets, Juno laid bare. Even if it felt…wrong. 

A proper pair of sleeping trousers waited, neatly folded, on the bedside table. Next to a tall glass of water and a plate of orange slices from the royal greenhouses and candied spiced nuts and freshly steamed clams. The food laid under a glass cover enchanted to keep everything fresh. 

Steam had coated the inside of the glass hours ago. 

Juno still hadn’t woken up. 

Terrance closed his eyes and did his best to breathe, slow and deep. Even though nobody else was here. Nobody but Juno. Nobody but his boy. 

Nobody but his boy, who still hadn’t woken up. 

His breath hitched, fingers shaking. His vision blurred. 

Here, there was only Juno. 

Nobody else was there to see the tears begin to dribble down his cheeks, shoulders shaking as they hunched. Nobody was there to hear him cry into Juno’s limp palm clutched between his hands. Nobody was there to watch as Terrance let himself dissolve into hitching sobs. 

Nobody was there to hear him beg. 

“Wake up.” His voice wobbled around the aching lump in his throat. “Please. Please wake up.”

If Juno didn’t wake up within the day, Wright had told him that meant something had gone wrong, and they’d need immediate magical-medical assistance. That if Juno’s breathing or heartbeat ever stopped, to immediately start emergency resuscitation magics while ringing for help to arrive. 

Juno’s heartbeat fluttered against Terrance’s thumb. 

The king’s tears slicked Juno’s skin, and all he could do was pray to gods he’d long since stopped believing in. 

He was overreacting. He knew he was overreacting. But seeing Juno like this was- wrong. On such a visceral level that made it feel like someone was tearing his heart out of his ribcage. 

It was just sleep. It wasn’t even a coma. It was sleep.

Wright had told him that Juno’s lack of magic, lack of that seed inherent in everyone born of Rhodantheian roots or on Rhodantheian soil, could lead to…complications. 

Juno’s breathing whistled in and out past his lips, and Terrance hid his face against that limp hand and quietly begged. 

“Wake up, Juno,” he pleaded, and his voice cracked. “Please just wake up. Wake up. Please, wake up, please.”

His boy didn’t stir. 

Terrance surrendered to the darkness once his sobs petered out, resting his head in his arms, cheek cushioned on his boy’s hand. That sluggish heartbeat pitter-pattered on, a faint fluttering against his skin. A reminder that his boy still lived. 

When that hand slipped out to pet his hair, a wounded noise slipped free as he melted into the gentle touch. 

He didn’t wake up. 

[bookwyrminspiration]

hey, what's something positive that happened today? no matter how small. i read Which Super Little Dead Girl™ Are You? by Nino Cipri for class today and adored it

[vemuabhi]

Hello!! Do you mind doing Sanji with love language of quality time please? Have a lovely lovely day/night!!

(btw, I absolutely adore your blog, and I agree with so many things you’ve said about Sanji!!! Seriously I adore the way you think about Sanji <3 and actually, I’ve been holding this in since I first watched OP and I came across your post about your fav Sanji scenes, just never had the courage to tell you, not to mention I didn’t have tumblr account back then, but: I couldn’t have agreed more with you when you mentioned your feelings about Sanji and Pudding’s kiss. The only difference being that I knew I was already genuinely in love with him, so I felt it hit me quite strongly. And then I started making up all kinds of unrequited love angst scenarios in my head with him, where reader’s are unrequited. Though, I’m genuinely shocked by how similarly we think and simp for the man. I thought I was a crazy idiot until I saw your post. So thank you for sharing all your thoughts :))

Always a Priority

Hey love,

I am so so happy that you have read my favourite Sanji scenes work before and agree with that. I hope you have also read my fav Sanji outfits hehe. And yes, Sanji is someone who has captured my heat from a long while and I haven’t left him since. I am… a bit similar to Sanji when it comes to love. I adapt and make sure that my lover stays happy when they are with me. I… I haven’t been given a proper chance to make someone fall in love. It sucks that It’s always been me who falls in love fast, harder and deeper. So, maybe at some point I realised how Sanji would love his S/O and wondered how beautiful their life would be with him. He is Fictional. I know. I am aware of that. But, when real life just hurts continuously, I found a bit of relief in these fanfics. Getting way too personal here, aren’t I? Hehe, I hope you continue to read and enjoy my writings. Thanks for being here.

This is one of my pieces for the mini event. Please enjoy and let me know what you think about this. Please forgive any mistake, it isn't proofread.

Listen to Earned it by Weekend

Prompt taken from here.

Quality Time

After a long shift of work, you noticed him on his bike outside your work, waiting to pick you up. Even though he was tired, he was everyday waiting for you. As if it was a medicine, your fatigue was gone after seeing him.

As it has been only 3 months since you have been going out, so this was the only time of day you both could meet. Sure, you both went on dates on the weekends but, he wanted to see you everyday just like you did. You sat behind him and hugged him, that was the only thing he wanted from you. Just to feel you beside him. Comfortable. Is how he wanted to make you feel.

You were grateful for him being there to take you home. Especially during the times when you told him to go home as it was getting late. Which was more of the reason he stayed to drop you. The smooth ride with him was all you wanted. Valued. It was what you felt with Sanji.

Before you met Sanji, he would go straight home after a long shift to just crash for the day, sometimes dropping his female colleagues or friends. Too tired to even eat after the day. While you would also go home. Thinking about your life choices. The mistakes you made.

Now, it was different. You both had something to look forward to everyday. Meeting each other even though the time you meet was less, it was all you needed to boost up your oxytocin levels. Everyday, after he dropped you, you made sure that make him eat with you at your house. Then he could go and crash at his place. If you let him go, he would be too tired to make himself something and would not eat. Well, he wouldn’t say no to you, especially since all you wanted was to him to be healthy. Not only he dropped you, he would always eat if he was with you. Always a Priority. For each other.

While he ate with you, he would never look at his phone. Unless if it was urgent call. You were so shocked at how you were being treated by this man before you. Your house was small, but it never felt so warm, like a home until he arrived. You were desperate for love and now, he pulled you out of it. Providing you with the love you never received.

Sanji on the other hand felt his home to be where you were. 3 months. How was his life before he met you, he didn’t want to experience it again. Longing for someone to love him, like he does. He would love to move in with you but, it would be too soon.

You noticed that Sanji was far more patient than you were. He would think a lot. You don’t even know how many times you were impressed by how calm he behaves in the most hectic situations. While Sanji loved how you don’t filter your words with him. Always honest. Straight to point. No mind games. No need to worry, because you’d say what you felt. Making it very easy to understand you.

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[amy-maguire]

A thing I wrote for Dazai's birthday

It's pretty short, but I like it anyway. <3 Posted about this on my tik tok :3

Trigger Warning for Su1c1dal ideation mention.

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"Hey Odasaku, nice night tonight isn't it?" Dazai asked, sitting alone at a bar counter housing three drinks with only one to finish them all. "Figured you'd wanna get me a drink for my birthday, so I came here." Dazai smiled, but the joy from his eyes had all but faded. 

Earlier that day, he'd received gifts from various parties. Atsushi got him a new brooch, Kunikida gave him a note book of his own to write down his thoughts, and even Chuuya dropped off a gift at his door. But now, as the night wore thin and his birthday had a measly hour left it felt like none of that mattered. 

Raising a small taste of alcohol to his lips he pulled out the matchbox he'd kept on him all those years. "You know.. I'm gonna be older than you today.." He forced a laugh, "Crazy isn't it Odasaku?" Playfully the brunette tapped his glass against the placeholders for Odasaku and then Ango's. 

"It's really too bad I haven't found an effective method of su1c1de to join you yet, but I suppose that's alright." He whispered, "I'll keep this up for you just a little longer, take care of a few more orphans." He paused. Fuck that hurt a lot more to say than he was anticipating. Admitting to himself that he was staying alive for his friend who was now younger than him stung worse than the alcohol burning down his throat. 

Before Dazai knew it he was having a hard time staring at either of the drinks in front of him, not Ango's, not Oda's, nor his own. His eyes were rapidly blurring, and the now 29 year old felt sick to his stomach. "Miss you." He whispered. 

"Miss you too, Dazai." A voice seemingly spoke from nowwhere, "Happy Birthday, enjoy yourself a little for me, will you?" 

Dazai's head whipped around to see nothing, obviously it was all in his subconscious. But that was enough, because at the very least he'd received some sort of birthday wish from the friend he'd held in his arms all those years ago. 

"I will." Osamu's voice shook, "Thanks.." He took in a sharp breathe before speaking again and holding himself tightly. 

"I won't forget to keep living for you." 

[sea-buns]

Holy fuck, man. What a trip Fearne has been on, huh?

You tell her how grateful you are to have her in your life, you flatter her, you tell her you need her, that you have to do this together. You have her make a promise that has this woman, born of chaos and fey, agreeing through shaking hands and a trembling voice.

You make her deceive your friends; you make her follow where they cannot know; you make her help you into this contraption; you make her feed this thing into you despite the fact that you both have been warned extensively of the risks. You make her watch you crumble and splinter and shatter and fracture and burst and implode. You make her watch you die, over and over and over and over, for a minute in agonizing bullet time.

You make her do all these things, because when she tries to back out, when she tries to not be the one who let you do this—how could you do this—

you tell her, "YOU PROMISED."

Because if there's one thing you know, it's that the fey do not break a promise.

[sashi-ya]

𝐓𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭, 𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝

𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐚 𝐒𝐮𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝!

𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐌𝐮𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐧𝐨 𝐋𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐲! 0𝟻.0𝟻 𝙼𝚘𝚗𝚔𝚎𝚢 𝙳. 𝙻𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚢'𝚜 𝙱𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚍𝚊𝚢

[to my sweet laughing sun, as warm as summer, as love itself... happy birthday, thank you for saving my life 🌞]

[do-i-love-jaal-today]

Jaal reacting to seeing SAM kill you (and revive you thanks SAM) to escape from the Archon's trap, once you're both safely back on the Tempest (I feel like there should have been a scene with the LI about this, a dramatic you-almost-died-and-I-need-to-hold-you scene)

Funny how I can both not remember a scene well, but also know exactly what to do with it.That being said, we absolutely should’ve had a stronger reaction from Jaal. Even if it was barely contained emotion.

Doing this HC styled for the moment, but feel free to request this as a mini-fic, if that’s more your speed!

In the moment, he tries so hard to be okay with it. SAM said it was the only way, so it has to be the way this happens, right...?

However, Jaal is bitterly realizing he’d much rather bare through being on Kadara for hours on end if it meant he didn’t have to be here. Emotions are choking him up, especially watching your limp body collapse on the ground. Grinding his teeth when SAM is struggling a moment with reviving you.

He should be used to this. The grief. The risk of loss; why else enter the Resistance? One must face loss and still fight on. Even understanding that one’s own life is at risk. To protect the whole...

But just this once... Can’t he be greedy? Can he not wish for your survival? To not have to see you like this...?

Being revived is a relief he can hardly put to words- further choked up at you taking breaths of air once more- but his heart still aches with a fierceness unrivaled.

...For now, he holds his tongue. Stills his arms from reaching out and holding you to the point it hurts. (He’d be sorry for it, but to know your alive and can feel takes precedent over all else, at the moment.) There is still a mission to finish. He can do that much.

(As much as it maddens him to do so. For the first time in his life, Jaal loathes putting the mission first. He almost lost his darling one, and he cannot react until the end? It’s no different from past missions he’s had with other angara; this hurts in a way unlike those, however.)

He gives you some time. Gives himself a few moments to be composed, before you inevitably seek him out... Yet, he cannot still his shaking hands. Hold back a few tears from escaping. How can he find any semblance of peace when he does not want to lose you...?

His back is to you, staring at nothing, when you enter. And when your voice sounds in greeting, he is quick to turn and pull you into a hug. It’s almost crushing, but he seems to have pulled himself together just enough to prevent any further harm.

You still have to ask him to ease up!

Jaal pours out his heart without any further nudging. He loves you so, seeing that was one of the worst moments of his life, how can he bear to know you may end up like that again...?

...And yet, he cannot stop you. He needs the kett stopped as much as you do. To protect his cherished people. For the chance that someday, maybe, on an off-chance... That his creators may return. Because he loves this little “extended, friend-family” that the Tempest is for him, now.

He loves you. And to love you is to know that your people- all those from the Milky Way- need the kett gone, too. This isn’t something to give up on, even though seeing you die in front of him will haunt his nightmares for the rest of his days.

...You both cry. The hug he pulls you into is less constricting, but that’s what your heart is probably doing right now, anyways. His head nuzzles the top of yours, his tears getting on there...but you cannot find it in you to care right now.

Jaal admits that he wishes to not be without you. However, his bunk is...terribly small. Isn’t yours bigger?

You can’t help but laugh and agree. A small cutscene of the two flopping onto your bed, cuddling close. A momentary comfort, for the fight ahead.

“Keep me with you, won’t you, darling one...?”