#they are so soft with each other waaaahhhhh

[writernopal]

Current WIP Monday

It's not Monday (thankfully), but let's pretend it is for the sake of this tag lol. Tagged by @violets-in-her-arms-writes, see her post here!

Rules: Post something you wrote for your current wip, from the last week. if you haven’t updated it in some time, here’s your chance!!

From AASOAF 3 (Mariel's POV)

He chuckled as our hands dropped from one another’s, and he offered me the packages. “Would ye?” “Yes, but why?” I asked, taking them in my arms. “Will tell ye as so soon. Hold fast.” He said as he brushed past me, a frown quickly forming on his features.  “W-Where—?” My eyes widened as I saw him walk back inside the alchemist shop, “Wait!” A few screaming patrons burst through the doors just seconds later as loud crashes and shouting could be heard inside. Among those shouting voices was Axtapor’s though I couldn’t understand what he was saying because he was speaking in his native tongue. More frightened people fled the shop, and once the ruckus quieted, out came Axtapor with bloodied knuckles and a sack of spoils in hand.  “Ye needed whistlethorn, did ye no?” He asked, shaking a bottle of the substance in one hand as he approached. “W-Why did you do that?! We could have just purchased it—” “Why? Been a pirate, well and true. And I ‘sked ye say if’n someone been cruel to ye.” He said with a frown.  “Y-You heard?” I asked as he stuffed the bottle into the sack he’d had over his shoulder. “Nay. But I know ye, wee cream puff.” He tied off the sack with a bitter look on his face, “For ye to be sorrowed as so like means it been foul what he said to ye. And it will like happen ‘gain. So speak true, wee thin’, what did he say?”  I chewed my lip. “That I— That I stink of...of lizard…” “Ye canno let ‘em speak ‘bout ye as so. We— We nay be wrong. We nay be.” He replied through his teeth, sorrow reaching his eyes. I nodded and threw myself into him. “Then I hope to stink of lizard forever.” He laughed as he put an arm around me. “Hope ye mean I.” “Who else?!” I complained through tiny, but grateful tears. “Oh aye, nary ‘nother who could sweep ye off yer feet as I!” He declared triumphantly before giving way to one of his beautiful laughs.

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[deewithani]

having a baby with Jesse <3 ;)

When I tell you I screamed and started planning a fic. I love stories where our clone boys get their happy ever after. This got me out of my writer's block, so thank you, thank you, thank you @kaorikoizumi for this ask!

Starlight’s Gift

Rating: G

Pairing: Arc Trooper Jesse x F!Reader

Approx. 1.1k

Warnings: Pregnancy, general discussions involving birth and child care. Pure tooth rotting fluffy slice of life. I'm not sorry, and I hope you enjoy 😁

“WAAAAHHHHH!!!!!”

Your peaceful slumber had been shattered for the thousandth time in two weeks, ever since your (grumpy/loud/hungry/sleepy) beautiful son had blessed the Galaxy with his arrival. He was precious, truly, and he was his father's pride and joy, but all you wanted was a few more minutes of sleep.

“I've got him, love. You get some rest.” Jesse mumbled sleepily. He pulled you in close, breathing in your scent before rolling over and out of bed, ready to face the squalling infant that was currently waking up the neighborhood.

Two years ago your world was much different. The end of the war had truly been a blessing that you could have never imaged. The GAR was engaged in some of it's toughest battles and experiencing some of it's hardest losses when the truth behind the violence became known. According to Jesse, his Jedi general discovered that Chancellor Palpatine himself had been playing both sides against each other. After a small skirmish he had been taken into custody. Without any leadership, the Separatist movement folded in on itself. The war ended almost instantly.

What was left were a multitude of soldiers scattered among the stars. At first the Senate and Jedi didn't know what to do with them all. With no war there was seemingly no purpose, but there was great need across all corners of the Galaxy. Systems needed help rebuilding and help surviving. People needed a hand getting on with the work of living. The clones who were deployed to protect and fight for the Galaxy were now being deployed to help rebuild.

This was how you came to meet Jesse, who was sent to your world to help re-establish normal trade and travel, which had been made a priority after the swift end of the war. Many were suffering, your own people included, and you volunteered to help whenever help was needed. It was during one evening of volunteering where you met him. He was in full armor, minus his helmet, giving direction to the assembled crowd for the first task of the evening. You were so struck by his commanding presence, not to mention by the giant gear tattoo on his bald head, that you didn't realize you had been staring until he stared back, raising an eyebrow before the corner of his mouth lifted in a smirk. Heat quickly rose to your cheeks in being caught, but the moment ended quickly, and Jesse continued providing guidance and answering questions as if nothing at all was out of place.

It took you a week to gather up the nerve to invite him home for dinner.

That dinner turned into many dinners, then starlight walks, which turned into holding hands, kissing, and breakfasts after late nights. Whispers were shared, regrets of the past and dreams of the future, and you both came to realize that the other was who you had been waiting for.

And then one day the work on your planet was finished, and Jesse and his men were being deployed elsewhere. So you made a decision. You packed up your things and you followed him to the next stop, and then the next, finding work and lodging as you went, even going so far as sleeping in a tent on one occasion. As long as you were with Jesse, you would follow him wherever he was sent.

Finally, gratefully, moving slowed, and you and Jesse had been able to stay in one location for a few months. His work morphed into something resembling a normal job, with standard hours and occasional days off. Then the big change happened. The Senate voted to officially recognize clones as sentient beings, and the GAR began the process of transitioning soldiers to civilian life. The former soldiers were able to go and do as they pleased, and many did just that, scattering to the far ends of the Galaxy, taking up trades, searching for bounties, opening clinics in underserved locations, following paths they only ever dreamed of and never believed they would one day walk.

Jesse chose to walk his path with you. You took his hand and entwined your life with his, one starlit evening much like the evening you first met. You swore to love and cherish each other, until the day your stars no longer shined together, even if it wasn't as long as you wanted. You were thankful for each day, as each day was a gift more precious than the glittering jewels that graced the fingers of others. Jesse was your jewel, and he held infinitely more worth in your heart.

When you found out you were carrying his child he was ecstatic, and shared his happiness far and wide with his brothers. A steady stream of well-wishers visited your small apartment, bringing gifts, stories, and elbow grease, helping your small family of two ready itself to become a family of three. You both wanted for nothing and were surrounded by love on all sides.

When the baby came you learned just how much of a jewel Jesse truly was.

Labor took a worse toll on you than you had expected. You spent hours in labor, your cervix refusing to dilate. Eventually it was decided that you needed outside assistance, and after a quick surgery your son came screaming into the world, much like he was screaming now.

Jesse was a natural from the first day. He was prepared for every little whimper and cry that came from the tiny bundle. When fat tears fell down his chubby cheeks because he was refusing to sleep, Jesse was ready with a soft blanket to wipe them away and a gentle shoulder to lay his head. On nights like tonight, when you were tired and still a bit sore, he was up, changing diapers, feeding a hungry belly, and soothing a baby that sometimes seemed to cry for no reason. But Jesse always knew. He picked up tasks that you generally handled, with no question and no complaint. He knew what you both needed, without asking, and took care of it. He was your partner in all ways.

As you lay in bed you watch him through the light of the street outside your bedroom window while he changed the diaper of this new little life, your heart swelled. When he was finished, he carefully lifted him from the crib and crossed the floor, where they both rejoined you on the bed.

“I think our son is hungry. Do you want to feed him? I can get a bottle if you're too tired.”

“No, I've got this. You're so good to me, you know that?” Jesse hummed in response, then placed the bundle in your arms. As he latched Jesse put his arm around you and pulled you close. You closed your eyes and hummed a tune your mother sang when you were just a small child, silently thanking the Maker for the gifts that were given to you for your keeping.

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[fictional-imagine]

Kokichi & Rantaro doing a (fluffy) sleepover with their S/O Kokichi Ouma

I hope you aren’t sleepy because Ouma will make you stay up late.

“Look what I got us S/O!!”

He is jumping up and down right in front of you.

Then he reveales what he was hiding behind his back.

Matching pyjamas and blankets.

He’s a freaking c h i l d.

You both get into your matching pyjamas with crown patterns.

Before you know it he is already tackle hugging (?) you.

“Let’s make a house out of pillows and blankets, then we’ll watch a movie! Oh oh! And we’ll finish the night with kidnapping Shumai!”

w h a t

“Nishishi that’s a lie”

While building the ‘Panta Headquarters’ aka the pillow house, that gremlin came behind you and swung a pillow into you.

You eventully fell face first into the Panta HQ, which is now just a bunch of colorful pillows piled on top of each others.

That’s how your little pillow fight started.

You eventually convince him to be nice and build back the damn Panta HQ

You were now sitting comfortably inside the little house, while Kokichi was laying on his stomach, head in his hands and legs crossed in the air.

“Spill the tea S/O-chan, who are you crushing on?!”

“Excuse me? Did you forget that purpled hair bastard I’m dating or what?”

There goes the crocodile tears.

“WAAAAHHHHH!! S/O is soooo mean!!!”

After some talking, accompagnied with snacks, you both decided to watch that one movie that everyone said was horrible.

Now, not only was it horrible but it was also terribly boring.

As a result, you both fell asleep, not even halfway.

When Kokichi woke up during the night due to his arm being numb, he litteraly pushed you off the couch by surprised.

The boy was so flustered. Yes, him, flustered.

Why was he surprised? It was the first time you two slept together amd the supreme leder was thinking about how he could get used to wake up next to you in the future.

Well, the next time will surely be better.

Rantaro Amami

This was the first time Amami would have you over his place during nighttime.

And the fact you would literally sleep there as well-

Oh boy you couldn’t that little nervousness making your stomach flip over.

On his side, he was pretty chill about it. 

He had asked his sisters not to bother them unless it was something important, for he cared deeply for them. (let’s say they never disapeared)

When you arrived, everything was already set up.

He had a ton of snacks, you just couldn’t believe it.

Beds were placed, he had also put a few plushies to make the atmosphere more enjoyable as well as some movies, all spreaded out on a pile of comfy blankets next to a couple of soft pillows.

Rantaro painted your nails while you talked with three of his sisters.

They had to come, they just wanted to see you a little, it wasn’t fair. They are the one to say this.

Honestly, Rantaro didn’t mind at all as long as you were having fun.

With the candies, you picked up the Jolly Rangers ones, putting the red, pink, blue and green colored ones in boiling water to then mold them into candy roses.

After a few movies, Amami suggested to go take  walk before going to bed, stating the sky would be beautiful tonight.

You picked up a box of pocky before following him out of the house.

He handed you a warm blanket to wrap around your shooulders to prevent from being cold.

Rantaro kissed your forehead and took a hold of your free hand, walking down a path, saying he knew a place where the stars were breathtaken.

His grip on your hand is somehow strong, yet delicate.

He makes sure to glance at you from time to time to see if you’re okay since going through woods isn’t a place you feel the safest at night.

But if anyting had to happen, he would make sure to keep you safe, for you are his top priority right now.

When you reached the open spaced in the wood your lover was talking about, you understood right away he wasn’t joking about the view.

The night sky was truly gorgeous, filled with bright sparkling stars   accompanied with a crescent moon.

(I have never writen something so cheesy before wth)

But the sight of your boyfriend, illuminated by the moonlight was better.

His greenish locks were stunning in the moonlight as well as his natural shining eyes were mesmerizing.

Truthfully, this was one of you both’s best moment.

Back at the house, you both cuddled a little while talking.

You ended up drifting off to sleep eventually.