#think i need to just like take a power nap or just sit quietly in a dark room for a bit. and take some aspirin’

[fingertipsmp3]

Thinking about that one time in college when I decided to ‘rest my eyes for a bit and wait for the headache tablets to kick in’ at 8pm (this was my first mistake) and promptly slept for 14 hours

[chiiyuuvv]

[DAY 10] masterlist ᡣ𐭩 !

— " being unable to keep his eyes off of you " ; library

♡list : @lecheugo , @imthisclosetokms , @rizzkisworld , @hyvelxve , @starryriize

As soon as the bell rings sungchan is out the door, waving his friends goodbye as he makes his way to the local library that was only a block away from his current location. There, he was going to return his book that he had borrowed from the kind librarian, before making his way to the rows and rows of long shelves, pondering to himself what he was going to read next.

If he was actually going to read it.

Sungchans been coming to the library for a week straight now, not to find nice literature that could wash away his boredom, no, it was to catch a glimpse at you. You were the pretty girl that came here everyday to study your past works and prepare for future tests. And to say the very least, sungchan was mesmerized.

He loved watching your eyes light up when you finally understood your topic, or when a pout formed onto your lips whenever you got a question wrong. You had him at a chokehold although you didnt know him, the boy willingly dropping his friends and sports just to be in the same room as you. He was more than mesmerized.

But he also was a little shy.

Okay, really shy.

The poor boy couldnt even admire you for long when you suddenly turn your head, his head moving in sync as it becomes a bright shade of red, finding a random book to distract him. Thats why hes been buying books everyday, so it didnt seem obvious he was staring at you.

But he couldnt help it. Not when you looked so, so pretty, blue light blockers sitting on the bridge of your nose perfectly as he mindlessly swoons more and more after every minute, every second. He hadn't told any of his friends what hes been up to, and he'd prefer to keep it that way, incase one of them decides to slip up infront of you.

Sometimes he loves them, other times he despises them.

Sungchan watches as you let out a long yawn, your head covering your open mouth before you take off your glasses and turn off your computer, resting your head on top of your arms which laid on the table. Were you tired? Usually, you keep a cup of coffee with you so you could power through the evening, but it seemed as if you've forgot it. Sungchan could of brought you a cup, and maybe then would he finally grow the balls to talk to you.

His steps are quiet, light as a feather as he inches toward your seemingly sleeping body, checking to see if you've really travel off to dream land. And it looks like.. you did. Sungchan quietly coos at your sleeping figure, swiftly removing his jacket to rest on your back for warmth. He was contemplating on staying with you, but in the end decides to leave since it would be weird to watch you sleep, plus hard to explain.

But although sungchan was feeling shy, he wanted to let you know that it was his jacket he had lended, and that he doesnt need it back. A smile forms onto his face as he starts to imagine how tiny you'd look in his clothes, how cute you'd look. He opts to leave you a little sticky note that was placed right beside your head, before swinging his bag on his shoulder and leaving for the day.

Hey.. i know you dont know me and i know this is kinda weird.. but i like you a lot. I think you're really pretty when you're focused on your work or when you're reading.. but im too shy to say it in front of you T_T

I'm sungchan, by the way, and you can keep the jacket, by the way. Wait, did i already say that? Anyways um i think you're really pretty and i like you a lot and i hope you've had a good nap. Whatever you're studying, you will achieve it in the future so dont give up. Bye :)

[projectbluearcadia]

Well-Deserved Rest

NSFW Sub!Lucifer x GN!MC Spice Rating - 3/4 ; BDSM Rating 0/3

[ Premise - Lucifer is all stressed out again, and you’ve decided that you’re going to make him unwind by taking control and spoiling the shit out of him. ]

Lucifer makes me sub... but sub!Luci makes me want to dom his ass.

CW: None, really? One spank, Lucifer receiving.

Wordcount - 2546

smutty notes (consult if you haven’t read my smut before.)

“Lucifer?” you say in shock as you watch the oldest brother, not even wearing his waistcoat or his gloves in the kitchen. His sleeves are hiked up to his elbows, his crimson tie missing. He gazes at you for a long moment, just as he reaches the coffee grinder, and the stress in his eyes momentarily seems to ease before he looks away. 

“Morning,” he mumbles, filling the grinder with fresh beans, and the machine hums quietly before the sound of coffee being ground fills the air, along with its wonderful scent. 

“Lucifer… did you even sleep?” you ask, and at first, you think he’s ignoring you, and on the off-chance that he couldn’t hear you over the grinder, you decide to wait until it’s finished. “Lucifer. Did you sleep?” 

“What? Oh… I think I did?” He takes the grounds out, pushing them into a neat little puck before packing it into the espresso machine. 

“You think?” you ask. “If you’re not going to sleep next to me, the least you can do is actually take more than a power nap. Seriously; this is getting ridiculous. You should not be getting up in the middle of the night to do work, much less pulling all-nighters.” 

“I’ve gone for more than a month with less than an hour of sleep; I’ll be fine,” he mumbles, taking his coffee cup out from underneath the machine. “I don’t need you to mind me like I’m some kind of child. I know where my limits are.” 

You fold your arms at him, half-tempted to actually yell at him with frustration. Though you’ve been getting him to fix some of his unhealthy habits, R.A.D. loves throwing a wrench in the works, whether it’s Diavolo, the students, his brothers, or diplomatic meetings. 

“Hey!” you protest as Lucifer starts walking off with his coffee, and he pauses to look back at you. 

“I have to go back to work, MC. Later?” Meaning, I will not discuss this with you now, and I’m going whether you want me to or not; be content with the fact that you’ve seen me at all today. 

“You’d better come to bed tonight, Lucifer,” you growl at him, and he softly chuckles. “By 11 P.M. If you’re not there, I’m going to drag you there by force.” 

“Yes, honey, I’ll come to bed. So greedy…” His voice trails off as he travels out of earshot, and you grumble a retort. I’m going to make sure you have a proper rest, you son of a bitch. 

—

You’re sitting in front of Lucifer’s fireplace, reading one of Satan’s book recommendations when you hear Lucifer knock on the frame of his bedroom door..

“Here I am, as requested,” Lucifer says, and you hear his leather oxfords briefly clack against the wooden floor before muffling against his rug. Then he’s behind your chair, pulling his hands over yours, leaning his head down to kiss your temple. “Come on… don’t be mad at me,” he whispers sweetly, rubbing your arms up and down. “I know it’s been a lonely week, so let’s go out for some quality time on Sunday.” Lucifer kisses your cheek, teasing your bookmark from your fingers and closing your book on it. “Maybe we can go shopping… or maybe we can see a show… go to your favorite restaurant for dinner…” He drags his lips against the back of your ear, his voice lowering by an octave. “Have lots of sex when we get home… how does that sound, darling?” 

“I’m still mad at you,” you reply, and he pauses, his mouth opening to try to butter you up some more, but you don’t let him. “If you want me to stop being mad, I get to torture you when I fuck you tonight.” It’s not an unreasonable request per se, considering you’ve topped him before. It’s just not one that Lucifer expects you to ask so bluntly, which is why he doesn’t answer you for several uncomfortably long moments. 

“Do whatever you please with me then,” he responds, finally, and you get up to turn and look back at him. Surprisingly enough, he looks a little nervous, and you barely stop yourself from launching at him in a fit of cuteness aggression. “Am I allowed to touch you this time…?” God, fuck, stop me from ripping his clothes off; I want to tease him. 

“Yes,” you reply after a moment, “but you’re not allowed to switch to being dominant halfway through doing that. That means not taking advantage of your demon strength.” 

“I agreed to this; I want to make it up to you,” Lucifer concedes softly, loosely pulling his arms around your lower back. “I’ll be your stress toy tonight, okay?” Oh, honey, that is far from what I have planned.

“That’s my good little demon,” you murmur, rubbing his head slowly, and a faint blush scatters over his cheeks at the praise. He opens his mouth to ask a question, but you cut him off as you push your lips against his, a soft groan leaving his mouth as you pull his hair and dominate his tongue. His fingers stray under your shirt, caressing the skin of your back with deliberate slowness as if he needed to savor every second he was allowed to touch you. 

“Mn,” he grunts into your mouth as you tease your fingers up his inner thigh, teasing him until his hands stiffen, struggling to restrain himself from picking you up on his waist and carrying you to bed. “Ugh,” he gasps, breaking from your lips as you rub the palm of your hand against his rapidly growing bulge. “MC…”

“Remember what I told you, Lucifer,” you murmur against his lips before you shut him up, lightly tucking your fingertips underneath his shirt, stroking up his navel, into the crevice of his abdominal muscles. He relaxes a little with this little motion of yours, only to make a startled sound into your mouth as a high-pitched zip! hits the air. “You’re already like this?” you murmur against his ear as you run your thumb over his cock, straining to escape his underwear. You can feel Lucifer’s skin running hotter as you do so, his breath getting shorter. “Good boy.” 

“Hah…” Lucifer gasps softly before he mumbles a soft protest. 

“Oh? Then why’d your little soldier respond so eagerly, hm?” you tease, and a faint blush scatters over his cheeks as you take your time freeing his cock from its clothy confinement. It even starts to drip little white tears of gratitude. 

“...because evidently, I liked it,” he admits with a bit of an embarrassed chuckle. 

“You’re adorable,” you murmur sweetly, wrapping your hand around his member and half debating whether or not you wanted to wipe that calm look off his face by pushing him onto the bed and sucking on it. No, no, MC, work up to that. Make him orgasm in progressively more exciting ways. 

“Right back at you,” Lucifer replies, breathless as he watches you intently, his hands rubbing your waist up and down, up and down. “And incredibly fucking tempting.” He squeezes your hips, a naughty grunt slipping past his teeth when you give his wanting tip some special attention.

“But you’re very good at resisting, aren’t you, darling? You’re doing so well, Lucifer.” 

“Shit,” he groans before you kiss him again, stroking him much harder, and an almost needy moan sinks into your mouth. Ugh, I want to make him cum his brains out. “Mnn… mmm…” You can feel how close he is just by his kiss as he stops all forms of playful resistance, his lip twitching faintly as he tries not to close his mouth. His erection is just as antsy, right about ready to burst. 

“Go on, sweetheart. Cum for me,” you whisper against his lips, panting, before you swallow his soft, reluctant moan as he coats your hand in his sticky, off-white semen. “See? You’re a good boy, Lucifer.” You ruffle your clean hand into his hair, and he leans into your touch, closing his eyes and blushing badly at his own actions. His tired face already looks relaxed. “Come on. Let’s go sit on the bed.” 

And, as if to get back at you for how embarrassed he was, he unexpectedly squeezes your ass—hard—in both hands. You almost yelp, and you smack his ass in return, making him chuckle as you shake your hand with a wince. 

He does not protest as you push him onto the edge of the bed, his lips parted as if waiting for another kiss, and you decide to grant his wish. He deserves some thorough spoiling for all that work he does. 

“Take your shirt off for me,” you order, and as he does so after a moment of hesitation, you finally pay some attention to your white-slicked hand. Without breaking eye contact with Lucifer, you lick his semen off, watching him grip his covers while his demon form starts to slip out at the undoubtedly crude sight. 

“MC, please… if you don’t want me to attack you right now, tie me up,” he grinds out as you suck two fingers slowly before letting them pop out of your mouth. “I can’t restrain myself for this.” 

“Yes, you can,” you soothe, laying your hands on his thighs. “But if you want me to get the rope out from under the bed, that’s a different story…” You lean towards his ear to bite the shell. “Your cum is very thick and rich, by the way.” 

You can tell, as you lean back, that he’s so close to snapping and railing you into oblivion that he’s nearly glaring at you with lust. If your sex wasn’t dripping before, it is now. 

“I don’t want you to,” he mumbles, slowly relaxing his muscles, one by one. “But I do want to be… obedient for you.” He has to grind out the last words, his face flushing a little again as he averts his eyes from yours. 

“But you’re already being so obedient,” you reply gently, kissing his neck. “Being my perfect demon. Don’t be so hard on yourself, honey. You’re doing just fine.” A rewarding little groan slips out of his throat, and you kiss down to his collarbone, offering him a gentle nibble. 

“MC, I really can’t do this,” he rasps out as you rub your fingers up and down his chest, going around to his back to rub firm little circles on his lower back. You wordlessly and gently hush him with the finger of your other hand as he tries to continue before you lower your head again to kiss near one of his nipples. You desperately wish in that second that he liked it when you toyed with them, but alas… 

Despite the fact that Lucifer fully shifts into his demon form as he loses patience, he doesn’t act on it as you work your way down his midsection, down his pretty abs. He is, however, much stiffer than you’d prefer, so you make sure to shower him with some extra praise for being so good for you. 

“That’s right, Lucifer. You’re doing it all by yourself.” You kiss his v-line. “I’m proud of you.” 

“Dammit, don’t do that to me,” he moans, covering his mouth. “Please don’t do what I hope you’re doing.” You almost laugh at him for purposely denying himself pleasure; there would be none of that tonight. 

“Why not?” you purr, your cheek practically rubbing his swollen, rosy-headed penis. His wings cutely flutter at the contact. “I want seconds… while it’s still hot.” You kiss his base, and one of his hands tangles into your hair, the veins on his forearm sharply standing out as he stopped himself from pulling. His expression screeches at you, screeches, that he wants to fill your mouth up so much that his seed will flow down your chin. Dear God, why did you make this sexy creature and piss him off? I mean, more for me, but still. “Can you do that for me, you absurdly sexy bastard?” Didn’t mean to add that last part, but I guess he liked that.

“Fuck me,” he groans obscenely as you kiss his tip, looking up at him. 

“Your moans are doing an excellent job of making me ready to fuck you, darling,” you rumble before you hornily close your lips around the tip of his cock, giving it a nice, long suck before you start taking more of it. More, until he’s hitting the back of your throat, and you moan softly onto him, restraining yourself from distracting yourself by rubbing your throbbing sex. Your body is already screaming at you, but you want to make sure he’s nice and warmed up for the main event. 

Every movement of your tongue, every bob, every lick, every hollowing your cheeks makes Lucifer grunt, moan, and even whimper a little. Louder and filthier for you, as if he’s trying to beg for you to hurry up and fuck him without saying it. 

“Do you… like that, MC?” He smiles down at you, his cheeks still pink as he grips your hair harder at the root. “Do… you like my cock? How it feels…ugh… inside your mouth?” He just wants praise now. That’s really cute.

“Mmm hm,” you hum onto him, sucking him harder and making his breath catch. You moan onto him as you fondle his balls with one hand, making him tighten his hold on your hair. He can’t stop himself from bobbing your head a few times right before he splatters the inside of your mouth, his wings spreading wide and trembling. 

“MC!” he gasps out, panting as he watches you slowly let go of him, licking a streak off his length that escaped your mouth. When you swallow everything, he flops backwards into the bed, his eyes almost rolling back into his head before they refocus on the ceiling. For once, his thoughts are written on his face—that felt so fucking good; I needed this so bad… 

“I do love your cock, Lucifer,” you finally say, impatiently shedding your clothes, practically throwing them to the floor with annoyance. “It’s absolutely perfect for filling me the way I want it. And it feels amazing when it’s inside me.”

Lucifer ogles your body as you crawl on top of him, smiling before you kiss him again. He doesn’t seem to mind tasting himself as he hugs you close to him gratefully, almost crying as you cup his cheek. “You had a hard week, honey… You did such an excellent job like you always do, and I love you even when I don’t see you; you’re breathtaking from those horns down to your sweet personality…” You litter his neck with kisses. “Just let me take care of you tonight, okay?”

“Yes, please,” he groans before he goes right back to kissing you, his blissful tears spilling from the corners of his eyes, his hands rubbing your back. “Please praise me more… reward me. Make love to me; I need you.” 

“Finally asking for what you want,” you purr as you get ready to lower yourself onto him, kissing the corner of his lips. “Good boy.”

[thesirencult]

YOUR DREAM FEMININE//PAC READING

This PAC reading can also apply to how you are as a feminine ❤️

Pile 1

Your dream feminine is sugar and spice and everything NAUGHTY.

They are definitely on Santa's naughty list and quite proud about it. I get that when you first meet them you will see them as a temptation.

You might think they are just one of your choices but it's going to be clear from the start that they don't do comparisons. It reminds me of that picture where the dogs run while the leopard sits back and doesn't compete!

Oh! They will play hard to get at first. No, scratch that, they ARE hard to get.

This feminine keeps their cards close to their chest. You will quickly realise YOU ARE one of their options.

Feelings of possessiveness might arise as this feminine will play mind games and drive you crazy. They are always in control.

This is a femme fatale. She will drag you along to her lair like a siren and you won't even realise you are under her spell, until you are drowning and even then, you won't care.

Pile 2

This feminine will be healing when you two meet. They are in need for someone that will hold space for them and you will be there to do that.

Touching will be healing and you both will love cuddling together and taking naps.

While your relationship will be progressing from close to ... closer, you will see them flourishing. They will start aligning with their purpose and their charismatic and energetic nature will shine.

Your feminine will go through a deep transformation right before your very own eyes. They will be your butterfly, also, they might get or want to get a butterfly tattoo at some point before you become exclusive.

Maybe you already know this person and they are your friend.

Pile 3

You will meet this person after a bad breakup that it's going to leave you shuttered and full of commitment issues.

Your feminine could have commitment issues too, but for other reasons. They might have been raised in a very toxic environment and are "quiet quitting" relationships.

They are intuitive, wise and kind with other people. They are also very generous.

At first you won't be sure if it is the right thing to approach them. They look too good to be true and you don't want to risk it. At some point though you will realize they are your wish come true and I hope it is not too late, because I see this person progressively fading in the background and feeling unimportant if others do not try to communicate with them or show their interest.

Pile 4

Your first meeting with your feminine will feel like a shift in the matrix. You will feel like your whole life a glass structure was surrounding you and now, you begin to see the cracks. If you felt called to pile number 3 feel free to read that too, as I get many similarities.

You might also be someone who has just gotten out of a relationship or you will break up before meeting this feminine.

This person will bring lots of changes into your life. They are very solid and hardworking. I'm seeing the "Beauty and the Beast" archetype.

You will jump into commitment with them as soon as you realise how powerful and transformative their energy is. They are quietly powerful.

[ghoul-bonez]

~You Always Find Your Way, Especially Back Home~

(Neteyam x Fem! Na’vi! Reader)

Summary: When you wake up the day after your first meeting with Neteyam the last thing you want to do is see him again, and when you bump into him while hunting you’re not sure how you ended up back where you had met before, but you decided to let him stick around.

Word Count: 2.9k

Author’s Note: This isn’t Official chapter 2 but it’s a little bonus chapter, so hopefully it’ll do for now until I can get chapter 2 finished! (I’ll be doing a bonus chapter for every meeting I mentioned in the first part :D)

~Last - Next~

~Series Masterlist~

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You Always Find Your Way, Especially Back Home

You had never intended to meet another Na’vi, had decided you were happy enough with your forest animal family to not need outside companionship. You were content with just them, the love of your mother palulukan, and the serenity of the forest. You didn’t need anything else.

Then there was Neteyam.

Meeting him had changed everything. It wasn’t necessarily because it was him, but more so meeting one of your own kind, someone so like you, yet so different. It really shook you, leaving you confused and emotional, and you weren’t sure how to process it.

Your brain wasn’t sure how to cope with your world being flipped upside down, so you cried, and cried, and cried. You sobbed louder than ever before, and as you did your mother palulukan embraced you, gently licking your face clean of the tears.

She was confused, unsure of why you were so upset, but when she caught a whiff of Na’vi smell on you she understood. She did her best to calm you, and when you fell asleep she stayed by your side, figuring you must be hungry, but she could get you food in the morning, not wanting to wake you from your peaceful state.

When you woke up the next morning you decided you never wanted to see Neteyam ever again. You did not need that stress, you did not need to know more about your kind, and you were perfectly happy with your family of palulukan.

You wanted to stay as far away from that clearing as possible, afraid that if you returned he may be waiting for you. You didn’t quite know why you were so scared of seeing him again, and you didn’t want to think about it, but you did. Possibly it was because he had the power to flip your world upside down. Possibly it was the fact that he was new, something that you were unsure of and could be dangerous.

So when you went off on your hunt for the day you stalked the opposite way. You walked, and walked, and walked, but didn’t pick up any hints of prey animals, or any animals. It was like your nose wasn’t working, or maybe something had scared them away.

You were growing frustrated, you needed to find a meal today. You hadn’t eaten yesterday and you were feeling hungry, and on top of that your family hadn’t eaten and you knew they were confused by your failed hunt. You had to show them that you were okay, nothing was wrong just because you didn’t have a successful hunt yesterday. However they knew something was wrong because of your tears last night.

You stood up to your full height, no longer hidden in the shadows, and stretched, letting out a groan as your back cracked. You were tired, and decided to take a little break, looking for somewhere to sit, maybe even lay down and take a nap.

You circled around a tree, looking at your surroundings and sighing. You felt frustration well up inside you, somehow you had ended up at the clearing. What was worse than ending up at the clearing was who was sitting there.

Neteyam.

He was sitting there carving a piece of wood, a small smile on his face, and you wanted to smack it off his stupid face more than anything. You growled quietly, ears pressed to your head, and his ears flitted in your direction before he turned to you.

“Hello.” He greeted you, smiling more.

You didn’t understand what he had said, squinting and hissing quietly, but it was less harsh than any before, and he laughed at that, covering his mouth with his hand to hide it some. You frowned at him, looking away quickly before your eyes met him again. You were afraid that if you took your eyes off of him for too long that he would attack.

As you inspected him you realized it would be hard for him to attack you, as he had nothing to attack you with. You stepped closer, circling him and inspecting him, no weapons were found on him, no bow, no knife, nothing that could harm you.

You weren’t convinced though, he had to have something hidden somewhere, but where you weren’t sure. Maybe you were just being paranoid, but you would rather be paranoid than dead or severely injured.

He didn’t seem to mind your prying eyes as you surveyed him at every angle, eventually approaching him closer than ever. He stilled, holding his breath and sitting as stiff as a stick while you crouched down in front of him.

He sat with wide eyes as you reached out and poked his corset that was wrapped around his waist, signaling him to take it off. It was the only place you concluded could be hiding a weapon, and once you poked it you scattered away.

He sat there with confusion on his face, and it only grew as you spoke, “Neteyam.” You pointed to your waist, but he didn’t understand what you wanted.

His brows furrowed as he looked from you to the corset you had poked, “(Y/n), hm?”

You just snarled in frustration, “Neteyam!” You shouted at him, pointing towards him, then towards your waist again.

Then it hit him, you wanted it off, “Off?” He asked, pointing towards the corset, as if you would understand.

You scowled at him, not understanding his words, but he did it anyway. He slowly took it off, afraid if he moved too fast it would spook you and you would run off.

You seemed happy when it was off and he dropped it on the ground, circling him again, examining him, and when you found nothing you seemed more calm than before. Your shoulders slumped and a wave of content fell over you.

Even without weapons he put you on edge. He was unfamiliar and you weren’t sure how to feel about him yet, but what you didn’t know was how he was feeling.

He wanted to get to know you, to see you. You were so different, an anomaly, and he wanted to know everything about you. He wanted to figure out who you were, to know where you came from, because as far as he knew you had emerged from the forest and changed his views on life.

He wasn’t sure how you had done that. He wasn’t sure why he felt so different about you, but he wanted to figure out why. He needed to figure out why. The only way he thought to do that was to sit you down and teach you his language as you seemed to not have one of your own, so he patted the ground just like he had yesterday, but today you hesitated less, sitting quicker and a couple feet closer.

There was a silence that many people would think is awkward, but you, who was not used to talking, were content with it. You were more than content with it, preferring this rather than Neteyam’s babbling which you could not understand.

The silence was painful to Neteyam though, him shifting awkwardly in his spot. He was used to the constant sound of talking, a buzz of voices as background noise in his clan. He was used to being in that conversation whether that be discussing his future duties with his father or bickering with Lo’ak over stupid things.

He wanted to talk to you, but you didn’t seem to be that chatty, and as he watched your face calm he figured he should fight his urge to talk on, and on, with words you would not understand. He didn’t want to bother you, didn’t want you to leave. He didn’t know why, but he felt drawn to you. He always wanted to be in your presence.

Once Neteyam thought he was finally settling into the silence you rose from your spot. He frowned, figuring the moment was over and you had thought it was time to part ways. He hoped it wouldn’t be forever, that you would see each other again, but he couldn’t promise himself anything.

You however had different ideas. You needed to hunt, needed to bring something to eat home tonight, and you figured Neteyam would not be leaving you alone, so you thought you would bring him with you. Maybe he was a good hunter too, maybe he would be helpful considering you had been failing miserably earlier.

When you stood up and started walking away you didn’t hear Neteyam shift behind you, silence still coming from him. You were confused, he was acting so different from yesterday, and now that you wanted him to follow you he wouldn’t.

He wouldn’t because he promised himself he wouldn’t push you away. He thought you wanted space, lots of space, and so he told himself he would give you that. He wouldn’t push you too hard, wouldn’t talk too much, wouldn’t get too close. He would follow your lead.

He was confused now though, he would give you space, but when he didn’t follow you, you looked down on him confused, he assumed it was because you expected him to push your boundaries. He didn’t want you to feel that way about him, he wanted you to see him in a positive light.

In reality you didn’t think he was going to disrespect your boundaries, but you were just confused on how he had changed so much in a day. You didn’t think down on him because of it, instead you wanted his help, and you tried to tell him what you wanted without words.

You pointed to him, “Neteyam.” You tried to communicate with the few words you know, and motions you hoped he would understand, pointing towards the forest, and turning to walk into it.

He didn’t understand what you wanted though, confusion on his face as he asked, “(Y/n), hm?”

You just sighed, walking over to him and pulling him up by the arm. When your fingers met his skin it was like a lightning bolt had run up your arm, a burning feeling overtaking it. Your hand felt like the top layer of a tree that had caught on fire from lightning during a storm, burning bright and not being put out by the rain. When you realized you had been touching him a little too long by his cheeky smile you quickly dropped his arm, walking off with a huff.

You were walking quickly, probably faster than necessary, but Neteyam kept off. In some ways you wanted to walk fast enough to shake him off your trail, but you also curiously wanted him around, you wanted to see how he works, how he hunts.

“So, (Y/n)-” He began talking, but you cut him off with a hiss, and a hand over your mouth, instructing him to be quiet. “Sorry.” He whispered, apologizing carefully, and thankfully you understood his tone of voice, so it didn’t matter that you didn’t understand his words.

When you were happy with how far you had walked, catching the scent of a yerik, you crouched down, getting closer to the ground to be able to track its prints. When Neteyam didn’t follow you grabbed his arm again, dragging him down.

The first time you had touched him it felt like lightning and fire, burning you away, but now it felt more normal. Now as you held him down in a crouching position you really felt him. It was odd, touching him. His skin was softer than yours, but still felt the same, warm and smooth. It was raised in a few spots, like yours, scarred from years of wear and tear in the forest, but his were old and healed, and yours were still new and fresh.

“What are you doing?” Neteyam asked, confusion on his face as well as a light blush.

“Shh.” You hissed, feeling more confident with touching him now you moved to place your hand over his mouth.

You pointed to your nose, then waved your hands around, trying to hint Neteyam to smell, to look for a trail, and he seemed to follow you as he took a deep breath in. He seemed to be focused on something. Realizing what you were doing he zoned in, finally getting into hunting mode.

Instead of letting Neteyam take the lead of the hunt you moved. You walked slowly, carefully, making sure you didn't step on any fallen branches that could snap. You carefully watched the ground for prints, and when you found them you signaled to Neteyam, pointing towards them to show him.

He would have missed them, completely walked right over them, overwhelmed by your smell, your presence, your attention, even though it was only half on him. That stupid smile stretched across his face again as he admired you.

You seemed so in touch with everything around you. You were so aware of your senses, everything going on around you. You really knew what you were doing out here, leading him and showing him the way.

You would make a fantastic leader. He couldn’t stop himself from thinking about what it would be like to have you as his Tsahík. He quickly cut himself off, you wanted nothing to do with him, there was no way that would happen. He held hope in his heart though, you allowing him to join you today had to mean something.

As he was daydreaming, lost deep in thought, he was broken from it by you standing up slowly, bow that he hadn’t even noticed you had held carefully in your hands, string pulled back taught, ready to let the arrow fly.

Your stance was odd, not how he would do it, not how he was taught. He watched intently, curious about how you had learned this, if your arrow would hit, if you would get the kill. His doubts that had started forming in his mind were quickly squashed as you let go of the arrow.

It flew through the air, hitting its target spot on.

You quickly scrambled to the animal that was down on the ground now, silently finishing it off. It was different from how he would do it, thanking it for giving its life for him to live, but he paid it no mind, watching you haul the animal up over your shoulder and begin to drag it away.

He went to follow you once again, in a daze from watching you, admiring you. You were very good at what you do, and he assumed you were self taught which was very impressive. He didn’t know why, but he thought your skill was very attractive, something he would look for in a mate.

This time as he tried to follow you, you turned on your heel to face him, hissing harshly,trying to express your feelings, trying to tell him you were done, and to leave you alone. You wanted to go home, you needed to take your kill to your palulukan mother so she could eat since you both didn’t last night.

He took the hint, backing up but still facing you, “Bye, (Y/n). I hope to see you again.” He smiled at you, saying his wishes, hoping that if he said them aloud they were more likely to happen.

You growled quietly, not threatening, but instead as a way to communicate that you were done and leaving, You went quiet for a second, thinking, before quietly saying, “Bye, Neteyam.” Copying him was easy, and you hoped you were using the word right.

He smiled, waving as you backed off, keeping your eyes on him until you deemed him far enough away to turn your back to him.

When you were out of sight Neteyam began his walk home, mirroring you but in the opposite direction. When he got home he was so smiley, in a better mood than usual, even though he had more chores to do tonight that he hadn’t done this morning. His family noticed his change of mood compared to usual, all knowing something was going on, but not completely sure what.

When you got back to your den your palulukan mother was waiting for you. She growled you a welcome, and you smiled widely at her, presenting the yerik to her. She was happy you seemed to be in a better mood than yesterday, but she was confused as the smell of the other Na’vi was fresh and lingered on your skin.

She licked your face, expressing her gratitude to you, and you giggled. Today had been a good day, and now that you were back home you could relax, eat then take a nap.

You were supposed to relax, but you couldn’t, thoughts of Neteyam dancing through your head. He was something so weird, so special. He was similar you, yet so different, and that baffled you. You supposed you were supposed to be more alike to him than you were, but you found yourself loving your differences.

You were still baffled at how you had made your way back to the clearing without realizing where you were going. It was odd that you were lost, well almost lost. Not quite lost because you knew where you were, but lost in the sense that you didn’t know why.

You may have ended up back at the clearing, but in the end it didn’t matter because you could always run back to the safety of home, and when push comes to shove, when it really matters, you always find your way, especially back home.

Word Bank:

Palulukan (Thanator)

Yerik (Hexaped)

@xstarsmvxz @netedoongie @c-h-i-l

[ideasarestuckinmyhead]

I don’t think you understand how much I need auron and rookie cuddling😭😭

Just want to be in your arms.

After work, Rook was tired of everything. The need to just go home and be dead to the world for a quick power nap was growing stronger. But Auron asked if Rook wanted to go back to his place to just be in each others presence. Which they agreed to because it also had been a while since they've done something together. A new project had be given to Rook's department of the company and Rook was a main part of it. Auron didn't like giving a big project to them because it meant he couldn't spend a lot of time with the during and after work.

So once the project was fully done and over with Auron took the opportunity to finally be in Rook's presence. Without them needing to worry about deadlines and adding more information to the project. And now here they are, Rook sitting in Auron's lap trying to stay awake. The red head smiled at his partner, who was blinking their eyes a bit rapidly to stay awake and talk to him. But they were mumbling their words sleepily, which was really cute to Auron. Since he could see they really needed a nap or sleep as soon as possible Auron decided to tell them something.

"Don't worry dear, you can rest in my arms if you need too. I don't really have anything planed to do with you, once we get to my penthouse." Whispering as he moved some of Rook's hair that fallen on their face. Rook whose head was on his shoulder, smiled at him and nodded. God, Rook was so cute, that was a real problem for him.

"M'kay, I'm gonna rest in your arms for a bit....wake me when we get there okay?" Barley above a mumble Rook gave a reply. But before Auron could reply they passed out on his shoulder, even shifting their head to be more into his neck. A gentle smile slipped onto Auron's face as he held them close to him. He loved how comfortable they were laying on him, they looked so cute and their conditioner smelled really nice.

Time went by in that limo before both were in front of the penthouse. The Chauffeur quietly opening the door for Auron who slowly picked up Rook in his arms gently to not wake them. They really needed this bit of sleep for working so hard on the project. Then walked through the doors and in to the elevator, where he clicked the floor number. Guessing from the light music always playing in said elevator, it woke up Rook form their short nap.

"Why...didn't you wake...me?" Softly filled the elevator as Rook tried to open their eyes. Sadly, the bright light of the elevator made it hard for them, Auron noticed this and frowned a bit.

"You don't have to open your eyes, love. We're almost at the door, I'll lower the lights in the penthouse so it doesn't hurt your eyes." After those words Rook pouted a bit. It really wasn't a reply to their question, but their sleep deprived mind decided it was okay. A ding was heard indicating that the elevator ride was finished, which the doors opened. Auron began to walk to the door, opening it and turned the lights low.

"I'm going to bring me to my room. Okay?" Rook nodded as they started to get more sleepy from Auron's movements. Once in his Room he laid Rook on his bed and slowly took off things to make their sleep more comfortable for them. Then did the same for him as he took off his shoes Rook whined for him to hurry.

"I want my pillow back please." Chuckling was what they got as a response to their whining. As Auron slowly got back into bed Rook latched onto him, as if trying to get under his skin. When he finally stop moving Rook gave a satisfying sigh as they felt Auron wrap his arms around them. Auron brought them closer to him as he finally felt sleep take it's hold on him, he couldn't help but think about wanting to do this more.

[winterserra]

29 and Wintersberg? idk, Ethan saying that to Karl seems fucking funny to me lmao

Alright, I don't normally write these two together, but I couldn't decide which version of this prompt I liked better, so you get a two for one! Hope you like it 😁

“Son of a fucking bitch!” 

Ethan hears Karl scream from the garage. He chuckles, shaking his head as he rocks Rose in his arms. She hasn't been able to sleep very well for her naps, so Ethan has taken to walking around the house with her in his arms as he cleans up throughout the day. He tosses Karl's dirty clothes, stained with oil and smelling of the garage, into the laundry basket. 

“Fuck this piece of shit!” A tool clanging against the garage floor followed by more cussing and louder crashes radiates through the house. 

Ethan sets Rose in her crib, her eyes finally closing as he turns on the mobile and kisses her forehead. “I don't think you're the only one who needs a nap,” he says softly before turning on the baby monitor. 

He hums his way through the house, picking up odd and end things, putting them away before stops in the kitchen for a glass of wine. He pours himself a glass, sipping it and smiling, leaning back against the counter careful not to let the earthy red liquid stain his lips.

If someone had told him that after everything that happened in that village that he would be dating, or even living with, Karl Heisenberg, he would have called them a liar. Yet here they are, living happily under the same roof, enjoying each other's company.

He sets his glass of wine down on the counter as he hears more racket from the garage. He opens the door to the garage from the kitchen to find Karl slumped over the engine of Ethan's car, his tools spread wantonly throughout the garage as he uses his powers to pull whichever one he needs next.

Ethan ducks as a wrench flies by his head and into the hand of his resident mechanic. He approaches Karl quietly, wrapping his arms around his waist. 

“Come on, Karl. Take a break. You've been screaming at the car for an hour now,” Ethan whispers into his ear as Karl rights himself.

He groans in response, “The car isn't going to fix its fucking self, Ethan.” He turns around in Ethans arms, grease streaks across his face and his eyes bloodshot with sleep deprivation.

“You don't know the wonders a 30 minute power nap could do you right now,” he smiles with concern. He kisses Karl softly, the bitter taste of his sweat tickling his tongue as he pulls away. “Come back in the house; the car will still be there later.”

Karl smiles, a twisted smile, “You're tempting me.” He chuckles as Ethan removes his hat from his head, petting him. Karl relaxes into the touch. “Okay, just for a little bit.”

Ethan leads him inside, sitting down on the couch and turning on the TV with Karl's head in his lap. He pets his hair as he feels his breathing start to slow. Ethan glances down after a while to see Karl's sleeping form, resting after the long day of trying to fix the car that Ethan had driven over a curb the day before. 

He smiles down at Karl, brushing his hair out of his face before watching the TV again. Everything is as it should be. Rose is safe and will stay that way. Karl is free from Miranda and Ethan's heart is full of love for the two most important people in his life. He relaxes into the couch, drifting off to sleep with Karl. 

Yeah, everything is how it should be.

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Ethan takes a deep breath, the winter air cutting through his chest like knives as the mold walls fall around him. He shakes, the realization that it is over setting in. He can’t believe they did it. Miranda, lying dead on the ground, her body nothing but solidified ash in front of him. Using Rose as a weapon against her worked just as Heisenberg had said it would. 

Karl was also right about the immense power Rose is holding in her tiny body. Ethan picks her up, cradling her in his arms. He smiles down at her, his heart swelling with warmth as he realizes she's okay. 

“We did it, Rose. You’re finally safe,” he coos at her as Heisenberg’s hand clasps his shoulder. Rose smiles and giggles in response as Ethan turns back towards the village square, intent on getting them out of the former battlefield.

Heisenberg puts a hand out to stop him, his face painted with concern. He conjures up a metal wagon using his ferrokinesis, its rusty springs creaking as the wheels settle on the ground in front of Ethan. 

“You don't know the wonders a 30 minute power nap could do you right now. Get in,” his tone indicating refusal is not an option. 

Ethan huffs, climbing into the wagon. 

“Relax, I'll get you out of here, papa.” Heisenberg chuckles, walking towards the factory. He uses his powers to drag the wagon behind him, his hands in his pockets.

In the cool light of the morning, Ethan swears that Heisenberg almost looks younger. The stress of Miranda finally off of his shoulders; Rose isn't the only one free at last. His grey hair bouncing as he walks, the flit of happiness as he turns back to check on Ethan when he thinks he isn't looking. 

Maybe Ethan could let his guard down with him; maybe he actually could rest. He is tired… He clutches Rose to his chest, relaxing more into the wagon, the crunch of the snow and rocking of the wagon lulling him into the first sleep he's had in the past two days.

[pandasleepy07]

Fishing with Ghouls

It's been a long tour and everyone's back at the Abbey, most with Cabin Fever. Mountain decides to go out fishing and drags Swiss and Dewdrop with him. Rain comes willingly while the ghoulettes decide not to, choosing to enjoy the peace that comes with the chaotic ghouls gone. Phantom hesitates, wanting to spend time with the guys and bond further but ultimately decides to stay at the Abbey for a much-needed recharge.

The four ghouls head down to the lake and Mountain sits on the top of a rock casting a line as Dewdrop jumps straight into the lake with a fishing net splashing around as he tries to catch fish with swooping strokes of the net.

Swiss laughs and flicks his wrist up calling on his water powers to splash Dew. "You're not gonna catch anything like that Dew!"

"Well, I don't see you catching anything like that!" Dew shot back grinning wildly.

Swiss rolled his eyes and drew up a bubble of water, bringing it to himself, before letting it drop into a bucket next to him. He reached into the bucket and pulled out a fish with a proud smirk.

Mountain huffs out a breath and shakes his head at the two of them and their antics. While Rain just sits alone, his feet dipping into the lake as he lets himself relax, tuning out the two chaos masters and letting his element wave over him.

They spend hours outside, Swiss and Rain messing with each other and trying to prank Mountain. Mountain ignores them but firmly shuts down their attempts to prank Rain. Mountain fishes peacefully, collecting his fish in a bucket to bring back to the Abbey for dinner. Rain manages to fall asleep, his tail dipping into the water as he naps next to the lake.

Back at the Abbey, Phantom has taken to helping Cirrus make a pile of sandwiches for lunch while Aurora reads quietly in the foyer on one of the couches by the windows. Cumulus moves around the kitchen keeping out of the way but making a dough so that they might have bread later.

Aurora sees the guys coming back first and Phantom, Cirrus, and Cumulus hear them a moment later when the door swings open and Swiss's voice can be heard. "I caught more."

"You cheated!" Dewdrop cries, throwing his arms up.

"Actually, I caught more," Mountain mutters gruffly but his words fly over the heads of the other two ghouls bickering in front of him. Rain sighs and shakes his head as he closes the door behind them all.

Aurora spoke up with a disappointed sigh from the couch, "What happened to wasting their energy Mounty?"

Mountain shrugs tiredly, "You try and run them ragged."

"Aurora tried and succeeded with me," Swiss winks.

"Why doesn't she try and tire me out?" Dew grins.

That starts another round of bickering as Mountain sighs and carries the fish into the kitchen. "Cirrus, think you can cook this up for dinner?"

She gives him a smile, "Course, Mounty."

Mountain nods, placing the bucket on the counter, and grabs a few sandwiches to eat. Rain follows Mountain into the kitchen and gives Phantom and the two ghoulettes a smile.

"You're looking better," Cumulus mentions with a happy grin.

So is Phantom, Rain signs.

"The quiet helped," Phantom said softly.

"Why don't you two go and bring the sandwiches out? It'll shut Swiss and Dew up for a bit," Cirrus suggests, motioning towards the large platter of sandwiches.

Rain and Phantom nod, and bring the sandwiches out into the foyer. They place it on a coffee table before grabbing a few for themselves and settling on the couch. Aurora makes room for Phantom to curl up on the other end of her couch, as he settles in, wrapping a blanket around himself. Rain takes a seat on a chaise and nibbles on a sandwich as Swiss and Dewdrop shut up and ponce on the sandwiches. Swiss grabs a few that he knows Aurora likes and hands them to her before Dew grabs them. Silence settles over the foyer as they eat.

In the kitchen, Cirrus starts to skin the scales off of the fish. Mountain finishes quickly and takes a spot silently next to her, taking the freshly de-scaled fish, and begins to debone them. Cumulus disappears for a moment before reappearing with potatoes. She takes a seat at the kitchen table and begins to peel potatoes, humming softly.

A calm, almost unsettling peace falls across the Abbey. The only noise was the soft sound of the knives working in the kitchen.

Dew eats too many sandwiches and ends up taking a nap on the carpet in the foyer, mumbling something about a food coma as he drifts off. Swiss takes a seat next to Aurora, and gently pulls her closer as Phantom and Rain just enjoy the silence.

[spoilmesweetieforficssake]

Home

Sorry my posts have been a little lacking lately - work has been crazy to say the least and I've been wiped. I know I still have requests to fill, and I'm getting to them, but this was a little idea that wouldn't go away and sometimes we all just need a little fluff.

~*~

“Are you sure you don’t want to cancel?” asks Barb for what must be the tenth time that day.  “We can do another night?”  She’d offered multiple times, knowing how excited Melissa had been for your return that day, but the red head had been keen not to break their little tradition.

Melissa shakes her head as she takes her friend’s coat, hanging it by the door.  “No!  Y/N said she was headed home for a nap and that she’d call later.  I haven’t heard from her since but that’s hardly a surprise.  If she didn’t sleep on the plane she’ll be out for hours.  Besides, you’re here now.”

Placated, Barb begins to head towards the kitchen, only to come to a halt in the doorway to the living room where you are splayed out on the couch in a pair of sleep shorts and an oversized Eagle’s hoody she can only guess is Melissa’s. 

Almost colliding with her friend’s back, Melissa looks around her to see what’s brought her to such an abrupt halt.  “Huh, but she said…“

“That she was heading ‘home’,” says Barb softly, smiling as Melissa looks from her to you, lip wobbling, tears gathering in her eyes.  “I should go,” she decides.  “We can do this another night.”

Melissa shakes her head, wiping quickly at her eyes.  “No.  No.  Why don’t you go and open the wine?”

With a gentle squeeze to her friend’s arm, the older woman heads for the kitchen.

Moving to perch on the edge of the couch, Melissa reaches out to move the hair that has fallen over your face.  She smiles down at your sleeping face.  At how you’d been tired and wanted comfort and had come to her apartment.  She slides her hand to cup your cheek, her thumb stroking across your cheekbone. 

It’s enough to wake you, bringing you slowly to consciousness with a grumble.  You smile sleepily as your eyes take in red hair and realise it’s Melissa’s hand on your cheek.  In the next moment, you’ve sprung up into a sitting position.  “Shit!  Fuck!  I was going to meet you at the school and surprise you.”

She lets out a chuckle at your outburst.  “You did surprise me,” she says softly.  “I didn’t think you’d be here.  You said you were going to head home,” Melissa, starts, hesitating.  “Is that what here is to you?”

You take a moment to appreciate the adorably nervous expression on her face.  “That’s what you are to me,” you admit quietly, shifting until you can curl into her side.  It’s why you’d driven to her apartment, raided her wardrobe for something that smelled of her.  You feel settled and safe when you’re surrounded in her. 

She automatically slips her arm around your waist, her hand resting on your thigh, thumb stroking where your shorts give way to skin.  Taking a deep breath, she takes a moment to process what you’ve just said.  She has more power over you than she ever thought she had.  To be someone’s safe place, their anchor, it’s a lot of trust to have placed in you.  “You should stay here,” she says finally.  “Move in, I mean.”

You turn until you can see her face properly.  She waits for your reply, her eyes darting nervously over your features as she bites her lower lip.  “Really?”

Nodding, a blush creeps across Melissa’s cheeks.  “I liked coming home and you being here.”

The wide smile that pulls at your lips is answer in itself, you’re sure, but you want to say it.  “Then yes!  Yes, if you’re sure?”

“Yeah, I’m sure,” she replies, her voice breathy as tears gather in her eyes. 

Surging forward, you press a sweet kiss to her lips, smiling into the contact.  Hearing the tinkling of glasses in the kitchen, you pull back.

“Barb,” offers Melissa, who is still grinning. 

“Tonight was dinner?” you remember.  The last Friday of every month Melissa always cooks for the other woman.  Barb usually brings wine and dessert.  “Sorry, I didn’t mean to crash!”

The red head’s smile softens.  “Hardly crashing when you live here,” she says, her voice soft and warm, enjoying the way the words sound.  “Though you might want to go put some pants on.”

You frown, looking down at your sleep shorts. 

“You know I enjoy them,” smirks Melissa.  “But in Barb’s world, they don’t quite count as pants.”

You can only laugh, shaking your head.  “Guess I should learn to put some pants on when we have guests?”

“I don’t know,” drawls the red head.  “I don’t want you thinking pants are a must.”  She toys with the hem of the soft fabric barely reaching the top of your thigh.  “I don’t want these little shorts to disappear altogether.”

You can only smirk.  Melissa has said more than once she rather likes your short shorts. 

“Or maybe I do,” she shrugs, aiming for innocence and failing spectacularly. 

You press a kiss to her cheek as you get up.  “After dinner you can do whatever you like with them.  I’ll be back in ten minutes.  I might even drag a brush through my hair.”

“I’ll tell Barb to be honoured you made such an effort,” she grins, watching as you head towards what she realises is now your shared bedroom.  You live here.  With her.  And it feels good.  Moving in with Joe had felt so different.  It had been exciting at the time, the passion between her and Joe often high, but it felt like a fight too.  A fight she felt never ended until she lost. 

It’s different with you.  It always has been.  The passion is there, yes, but in a different way.  It doesn’t feel like a pot ready to bubble over at any moment.  It’s always there, bubbling away, an undercurrent to your relationship.  A relationship that has taken work, but that does work.  Better than Melissa could ever have dared hope.  You’re a piece that just fits.

Pushing herself up from the couch, Melissa heads through to join Barb in the kitchen.  She smiles at the trio of champagne flutes lined up on the counter.

“I figured we might have something to celebrate?”

Melissa’s smile only grows as she raises a glass, her friend meeting it.  “She’s home.”

[fanfic-obsessed]

Lured to the Light on Accident

Ok, all you Jedi, Sith, and Force Nulls (and anyone who is none of the above), here we go again. Just a warning, Palpatine gets off far more lightly than he probably should. Also I keep having deja vu as I write this, but can’t find any indication I have posted it before. If someone knows different, please tell me.  It makes me wonder if I thought about this one so hard I thought I wrote it…

It starts at the end of the Naboo crisis.  Sheev Palpatine, Darth Sidious, is all too aware that a man of his power requesting the company of a young boy, without his guardian, from a group of people he has an unbelievable amount of control over is not a good look on anyone.  Even with that young boy being a hero on his planet, particularly since there were two living Jedi heroes of the Naboo Crisis. 

So he invites both Obi Wan and Anakin to meet with him. Obi Wan, though he does have some suspicion around most politicians, is also grieving, hurting, too young, and trying to keep up with a nine year olds energy without letting on that he is struggling. He thinks, incorrectly, that even implying he might need help from anyone in the Jedi temple means that Anakin would be taken from him (this belief is preyed on by Palpatine, who is very good at making people doubt each other). And frankly Palpatine can get Anakin to sit quietly for an entire hour, even take a nap occasionally. 

There are days that Obi Wan would have nominated Palpatine for sainthood on that alone. 

Of course Palpatine sees a chance to corrupt another Jedi, plus corrupting this particular Jedi would pave the way for him to take control of Anakin, and he could just kill him later if need be.   So he starts these ‘devil's advocate’ debates with Obi Wan where he picks qualities of the Jedi and Sith (as he perceives them) and tries to make Obi Wan choose one or the other and defend it. As far as Palptine is concerned he can work with whichever choice Obi Wan chooses, can refer back to the debate if he wants to make Obi Wan seem hidebound or a hypocrite when the time comes to break the relationship between Obi Wan and Anakin.

Only…Obi Wan does not quite cooperate. No matter what the ‘qualities’ that Palpatine chooses (always geared to be backhanded insults to the Jedi Order), Obi Wan always, always, always argues that the key is to act with compassion.  And he’s good at it. Obi Wan thinks that Palpatine is helping him teach Anakin how to disagree with someone without getting nasty, how to debate for fun and games, so goes into each debate with all of his focus and energy and effort but no vitriol.  By the time Palptine even thinks to make an argument to make compassion seem like a weakness, he is intrigued by these debates. By this argument of acting with compassion first and foremost. 

It should be noted that, for all that Palpatine was working toward the genocide of the Jedi and was creating all kinds of vaguely plausible propaganda, he had actually rarely interacted with the Jedi beyond the superficial, until Obi Wan and Anakin, (even with Yan Dooku, since the focus was on corrupting the Jedi, not understanding him) so does not actually know what what is and is not a Jedi trait outside of rumors.  

These debates change Palpatine. Oh, not at once, not in weeks or months or even years. But with such a creeping slowness that it is unnoticeable, Palpatine changes. The compassion Obi Wan talks about so enthusiastically sinks into his bones. Of course, every time Palpatine finds himself acting with compassion, he has a ready excuse for himself (to gain an ally, hurting that person would be more effort than it was worth, etc.). He also finds that he genuinely begins to enjoy Obi Wan and Anakin’s company (and begins to feel somewhat paternal toward them), and can genuinely call both master and padawan his friends. 

This does not stop Dooku’s corruption, though Palpatine is more careful not to let the Jedi know he is a Sith. It doesn't even stop the clone wars.  The first large effect that this infusion of compassion has is with the Coruscant Guard. These were the first beings that Palpatine interacted with that were, without a doubt, innocent. In Palpatine's mind he could make an argument that every other being or group has some responsibility, no matter how small for what is coming. But the Clones do not. What’s more, Palpatine perceives the Coruscant Guard as his. They were his personal clones. Palpatine is still undoubtedly a Sith, and though Compassion has infected him, he is obsessively protective of what he considered his. 

Palpatine quickly manufactures reasons to do away with, by death or other means, many of his more odious allies. All of them for the crime of laying a hand on his Coruscant Guard. He treats the CG with all the compassion that he had, instead of just paying lip service when cameras are on.  And in return the CG are as loving and loyal to him as the rest of the GAR is to the Jedi generals.  In fact, for every act of compassion he performs, he finds that he is rewarded with admiration and later love (and not just from the clones). It becomes a cycle of reinforcement drawing him from the depths of the evil he has sunk to.  

Do not get me wrong, Palpatine is not a good person. For the first two years of the war he is still actively working toward the death of the Jedi and the enslavement of the clones.  He is still leading both sides of the war, if a little more hands off from the Separatists. He may consider Obi Wan a friend, but that mainly means he intends to make sure his death is painless (as even now he could see how Operation Knightfall and Order 66 would hurt Obi Wan immensely and wanted to spare him that). 

Then comes the day when Obi Wan brings his Commander to meet the Chancellor. They have come to, among other things, announce their engagement and their intention to marry after the war was over.  Obi Wan wants Palptine to officiate. In this world the Anidala elopement is well known, and accepted, and both Obi Wan and Palpatine have playfully bitched to each other (and to Anakin and Padme) about not getting to be there for the wedding. 

Palpatine is beyond flattered, and ecstatic for his friend and the love that he had found. In his head he begins to plan the outfit he would wear as the officiant. It is two hours later, in his apartment, that it hits him. He had been thinking about how Fox, one of his commanders, had talked about his brother Cody. How much Cody loved Obi Wan and how happy Fox was that they were getting married. Palpatine realized that if things go as planned, there will be no wedding, as both the grooms would be dead, or as good as. That epiphany it trailed into the realization that his clones, even if they remain free, would have to face their enslaved brothers. The brothers he enslaved. Somehow that shakes him as nothing else, the thought that the Coruscant Guard might lose their regard for him for enslaving their brothers.

In that instant he decided that the love he could feel from the clones was more important than any Sith plan. (Frankly, I can think of few things more Sithlike than deciding their own wants mean more than the 1000 year plan that is almost complete) Which meant that he would need to dismantle the plan without giving away what he was. 

Luckily he has always had a patsy around, just in case the great Sith plan was discovered too early. 

His first step is to arrange the deaths of anyone who knows that Sheev Palpatine is Darth Sidious (frankly there aren’t many).  Then he pulls out the fake correspondence he has on hand for this kind of occasion (Not for nothing Palpatine is a planner, I have no doubt he has a plan to frame someone else as Sidious) that does a very good job of implying that Sidious had control of Palpatine, and would use him to enact Order 66 and a report about the chips by the Kamionoans to Dooku.  He uses the same techniques he had employed to hide his Dark presence, to create a facade in his mind. 

Then he has Commander Fox, and a handful of other CG, to escort him to the Jedi temple.  He makes a show of acting strangely, closing in on frantic one moment, dazed the next, saying strange things about needing to tell the Jedi and ‘forgetting’ he said anything a moment later.  Generally do an excellent job of appearing as if he was breaking through some kind of control. They get him in front of the Jedi High Council, the members still on planet (Mace Windu, Obi Wan Kenobie, Yoda, Ki Adi Mundi) and he hands over the information. In between ‘fits’ (at one point letting his darkness out to change his eyes, then having it change back) he describes waking up in his office to see the documents on the Padd he handed over. Realizing first what it meant for the Guard, then what it meant for his friends in the Jedi.  Feeling like he is fighting against something to even bring the documents this far but knowing that it was critical, to protect the Coruscant Guard. 

His act is bought. The trail he leaves (with just enough hints of evidence that doesn’t fit to keep it seem like it is frame-up) leads the Jedi exactly where he wanted them, to an aide in his office that has been with him since his earliest days.  This Aide (who is little more than a mindless puppet, with enough Force sensitivity to fool whatever tests the Jedi will do) claims to be Darth Sidious, does the villain’s monologue, shoots Sith lightning, and is killed by some very angry members of the Coruscant Guard. 

With the ‘Sith Master’ dead, the war ends swiftly.  Dooku surrenders for the Separatists on the condition that he gets an invitation to Obi Wan’s wedding.  The Clones begin the process of dechipping, and are given citizenship (with all the rights and back pay and a planet of their own) spearheaded by Palpatine, which wins him major points with the delegation of 2000. 

Palpatine is ‘cleared’ by the Jedi mindhealers (who contrary to their name do not actually look into anyone’s mind) and the small amount of darkness that lets show is listed as a side effect of being puppeted by a Sith for so long.  It is eventually decided, encouraged by Palpatine, that is was Palptine’s love for the clones that gave him a chance to fight back against Darth Sidious, but it was his friendship with Obi Wan and Anakin that gave him the strength to even break free enough to love the clones. Both Obi Wan and Anakin are required to go to mind healers as well, just in case Sidious did anything to them in the form of Palpatine. Because Palpatine chose, fairly early on, to not corrupt either of them but the natural damages of being at war were also discovered and worked on (In this universe Anakin did not slaughter the Tuskans. Without Palpatine actively sabotaging his and Obi Wan’s relationship, they were able to discuss his vision a bit more openly and Obi Wan got Vos to go save Shmi. Ironically her time held by the Tuskans, who were deeply impressed by her kindness even in the face of torture, let her learn enough that she was able to a major part of a treaty between the Tuskans and the Moisture Farmers).

Palpatine gracefully retires, making sure to give back all the emergency powers (so that the next Chancellor cannot use them) and steps into an advisory role, discovering that he has almost all the influence he had as Chancellor and none of the responsibility or blame. The death of his patsy gave Palpatine a reputation for being nigh on incorruptible, because all of of the small, infrequent acts of compassion or kindness throughout his time a Chancellor were seen as his true self breaking through the control of the horrible Sith (who was considered to have taken control of him as a child). In addition the Jedi made it extremely clear how rare it was to have the mental fortitude to break through Sith control.   

With all of the accolades, his all but legendary hero status through the Republic, the way his advice is accepted practically as law and good, Palpatine quickly realizes that he actually got everything most of his Sith Ancestors would have wanted.  Yes, the Jedi still live but he is welcomed among them (the perfect position to, should he decide to, corrupt the order from the inside out), and any darkness on his part will be ignored and remnants of ‘Darth Sidious’. He may not have an outright empire, but his advice continues to be sought out and implemented (99% he advocates for compassion, whatever is the most compassionate answer to the problem) and his influence is near universal. It did not matter how long a feud or argument had been going on, both sides would accept whatever compromise he suggested. 

He does get to be the officiant at the CodyWan wedding, most of the beings there are using the ceremony as another reason to roast Anidala for their elopement.  

Somehow everyone does get a happily ever after.

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Positively Victorian Again

Sabo x afab reader

Cw: oral, fingering, glove kink, implied power dynamics, noble Sabo tones, ~ unedited, apologies for any major errors.

Notes: Not really a part two to Positively Victorian, but kind of a part two xD idk I need to just make this vibe a full on story at some point.

It’s a reward for both of us. His words rang in your head as you saw the state of the seat you were to take.

Plush and beautiful, rich hand carved wood, everything you could expect down to the small details of a seat meant for a noble to use during a long opera.

Except for the small fact that most of the seat was missing. Barely enough for your ass honestly. There was almost no back to it, but it was obvious both from the design and your outfit that your skirts were meant to go around it.

Aside from the required items to keep the shape and style of your layered, expensive dress, you has nothing else on beneath it. At Sabo’s request, of course, but when he had invited you to the opera, you had expected him only to tease you during the hours long production.

With words.

Moving the skirts with practiced ease you settled onto the strangely comfortable seat. You had to place your legs on the sides of the chair, in order to put yourself in a comfortable position, and you were acutely aware of how bare you were beneath it all.

“This box,” Sabo begins, sitting down beside you, and keeping his voice low. “Is a bit of a tragedy. The acoustics are almost as good as those from the stage. Normal conversation carries down to the seats below quite easily.”

He leans closer, speaking quietly into your ear. “It would be imprudent for me to nap on your skirts, my sweet dove, so when i find rest beneath them, do keep your… complaints quiet.”

You can feel your heart race at the implications, and take a minutes to calm yourself before replying.

“Naps during a show are imprudent on their own.” You tease. “Aren’t you meant to teach me manners, young lord?”

Sabo smiles, bright and charming. “Consider it a test.” He says, taking off his hat and stepping around behind you. “Control of one’s expressions and emotions are paramount.”

“Wait, where are you go- Sabo the play hasn’t even started.” You nearly hiss the words, a little bit of panic as he’s already lifting your skirts to sneak his way under them.

“Do keep your eyes forward,” he admonishes softly, leaning forward and kissing your neck softly and swiftly. “The second act tends to drag a little, and curious eyes will certainly wander during that time.”

“It’s three hours.” You nearly whine, trying to keep your voice steady.

“I’ll count how many times you cum, so just focus on the play.” He promises, disappearing under the seat and your skirts easily.

With a resigned sigh you shift your attention to the stage. You aren’t surprised to feel warm, gloved hands, against your legs. Of all the tricks he would pull to cause you to make noise, surprise wasn’t one of them.

His hands moved against your ankles, calves and thighs like he was mapping them out and committing their every curve to memory. It was pleasurable and relaxing and even as it had you needy for more, it allowed you to focus on the play.

If only a little.

Gloved thumbs slipped over bare labia, waxed smooth from a “punishment” a few days prior. Sabo had warned you about the price for stepping on his shoes while the two of you practiced dancing. The lesson had been useful, but it had also brought your relationship to a new level.

“I think I’ve moved my feet out of the way enough,” he’d said with a reluctant smile. “So do be careful going forward.”

You’d grinned. “I wondered why, no matter how I tried, I still hadn’t stepped on your foot… young lord.”

Sabo had paused the dance to regard you a moment, and you’d taken that chance to purposefully step on his shoe, grinding the toe of your shoe into his, defiant grin on your face.

He’d resumed dancing afterward, voice low and eyes sharp. “If my sweet dove desires punishment, she need only ask.”

You felt the shiver roll through you as he spread your labia apart, breath hot against your soaked folds. His fingers shift, gloved digits moving between your thighs, fingers hungrily pressing and sliding over the hot, slicked, tender intricacies of your vulva.

Your fingers tense, gripping your skirts as you try to keep your focus on the stage. You can feel him keeping you open, exposed, and you’re certain he’s simply staring.

A single finger against your clit pulls a soft shuddering breath from you, and your legs tense as it swirls in a lazy circle. For long minutes he teases you this way, and you can almost move the sensation to the back of your mind to focus on the stage.

Though not much interesting is happening now. A tepid conversation.

As the tension of the conversation builds, the tempo of Sabo’s finger rises, pressing heavier and rubbing you faster. With a little bit of dread you realize this bastard has the play memorized.

When the conversation on stage reaches its grand reveal, his fingers push into your pussy, rushing a soft gasp out of you in time with the surprised gasp of the theater crowd.

And so the play goes. Sabo teases you as the tension in the play builds, pleasing you roughly here and there as there are reveals and other peaks within the story. He edges you as the characters experience frustrations, and buries his face into your cunt suddenly, sucking and licking your clit as his fingers pump inside you.

The powerful orgasm hits you as the lead soprano’s note fills the theater. Your stifled moan is swallowed by the powerful sound - not that Sabo grants you any mercy afterward. He’s never satisfied with just one, pulling the first rush into a second.

Leaving you to sob with the audience as a sad scene in the third act leaves everyone in tears. Yours are from overstimulation, legs trembling as the third orgasm seems to earn you some small reprieve, Sabo’s tongue licking you clean gently, instead of rushing you to another crescendo.

Two more slowly built up orgasms leave you breathless and exhausted as the play starts to wrap up. Sabo come out from under your skirts, tidying himself a little, and putting his hat back on as he sits down beside you.

His gloves are obviously stained and wet, but he makes no move to take them off as he grips the arm rests of his seat. He gives you a kind, knowing smile, as the curtains fall and helps you stand so you can give the same ovation as the other opera goers.

“Good job, sweet dove.” He says, taking his hat off no using it to shield the both of you from the rest of the theater as he gives you a kiss. “Perhaps we could have an encore on the ride back home, hm?”

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finding out you’re pregnant | kjw

➸ request from anon; hi sadie i hope ur having a good day! can i request a scenario where dad!jungwoo and reader find out shes pregnant?(with jaesung!) thank you !🌟

➸ word count; 956 words

➸ jaesang; aged 3

➸ warning(s); infertility, miscarriage mentions, fainting, sickness, hospital

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Getting pregnant had always seemed like an impossibility. You and Jungwoo had tried for three years, with a multitude of different methods, including IVF, but to no success. Doctors visits and fertility treatments had also amounted to nothing, despite different exams and tests showing that there was no real reason for the infertility, just seemingly bad luck. Eventually, after a long process, you were able to adopt your son, Jaesang.

Jaesang was your everything, the centre of both of your worlds, and you were so unbelievably grateful that the universe had brought your family together.

Once you had decided to adopt and Jaesang was brought home, it was such a relief to not constantly think about conceiving and ovulation. You and Jungwoo decided to stay off of birth control. You could just carry on the same way as you were before, and if you became pregnant, then you became pregnant, and if not, then you still had your beautiful baby boy.

When Jaesang was one, what seemed like the impossible happened. You missed a period, and after a few weeks of putting it off due to a mix of denial and being too busy taking care of Jaesang, you took a pregnancy test, which came back positive. You and Jungwoo were amazed to say the least, terrified but overjoyed. So naturally, you were both absolutely devastated when your baby didn’t have a heartbeat at your first scan. You grieved for quite some time, it was heartbreaking but at the same time, felt like a miracle you were even pregnant in the first place. Jaesang got you both through the darkness, and you and Jungwoo felt your love for your son was reinforced from the experience.

Two years later, and Jaesang was three years old, and still the light of your lives. You had healed, as much as you could possibly, from the miscarriage, you had thrown all of your efforts into raising your son. He was so smart and the most incredible little boy, very sociable and active, keeping you and Jungwoo on your toes. He had just began nursery, and had begun to come home with stories about his new friends and crude paintings of you and your family that now littered your fridge doors.

At the moment, Jungwoo was up to his neck in work, meaning he was often needed at the company and so it was you who was doing the dropping off and picking up. You’d felt off today, a quite dizzy and lightheaded, but you had tried your best to push it away and power through.

‘Mrs Kim!’ Jaesang’s nursery teacher sees you approaching, Jaesang stood by her side holding her hand.

‘Mummy/mommy!’ He exclaims, toddling the short distance to you and into your arms.

‘Hi sweetheart,’ you return his hug, ‘did you have a good day?’

‘Yeah! We played outside!’

‘Oh wow that sounds like so much fun!’

‘Here’s Jaesang’s drawing for today,’ his teacher hands you a piece of paper with various different coloured scribbles on, ‘and here’s a letter with information about the vaccinations for-‘

She continues talking, but suddenly everything feels fuzzy. Black spots fill your vision, and your ears feel as though you’ve just been pushed underwater.

Before you know it, you can feel that you’re laying down, and there is the eerie sound of white noise, and two voices talking quietly. Jaesang and Jungwoo.

‘What happened to mummy/mommy?’ Jaesang asks innocently, sitting on Jungwoo’s lap in a chair beside your hospital bed.

‘Mummy/mommy just needed a little nap,’ Jungwoo explains, ‘but she’ll wake up soon.’

‘Oh,’ JaesangJaesang says, a little deflated at the lack of answers.

’She’s just fine though, Jaesangie. No need to worry.’

Your eyes flutter open to meet Jaesang’s who sits up excitedly at seeing you wake up.

‘Mummy/mommy!’

Jungwoo’s head whips around to see you, and Jaesang wriggles out of his arms and to your bedside, pulling himself up onto the hospital bed beside you.

‘Hello sweetheart,’ you accept him into your arms, kissing his forehead, ‘did I give you a fright?’

The little boy nods, snuggling his head into your neck.

‘I’m sorry,’ you rub his back reassuringly, ‘I must have scared you.’

Jaesang becomes quiet, so you turn your attention to Jungwoo.

‘What’s going on?’ ‘What happened to me, Woo?’

Jungwoo briefly glances at Jaesang.

‘Hey, Jaesangie, how about you sit outside with auntie Minah for a few minutes?’ Jungwoo suggests, ‘they have lots of cool toys in the waiting room!’

‘Okay,’ Jaesang is led outside by Jungwoo, who returns minutes later.

‘Your sister’s here?’ you ask.

‘Yeah, I was in a schedule so the school couldn’t get ahold of me, so they went for the next emergency contact.’

‘Sorry to drag you away,’ you sigh, rubbing your eyes with your hands, ‘I don’t know what happened.’

‘It was a boring schedule. And the doctors ran some blood tests while you were out.’

‘What was it? Low blood sugar?’

‘Baby, you’re pregnant again.’

‘What?’

‘They said you’re around six weeks pregnant.’

‘Oh,’ you laugh, ‘that’s- wow.’

‘I know,’ Jungwoo places his hand on your cheek, ‘how are you feeling?’

‘I don’t know. Like i’m still passed out and dreaming. But scared.’

‘I’m scared too,’ Jungwoo admits, ‘I don’t know what I’ll do if we lose another baby. But for now I think we should be hopeful. We have another miracle baby.’

‘We’re so lucky.’

‘I know. And regardless of what happens, we’re going to be okay. And as of now.. we’re going to have another baby. Jaesang will be a big brother.’

Tears prick in your eyes, ‘I love you both so much.’

‘I love both of you too. You’re both everything to me. All of our babies are.’

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Medwhump May 2024

Day 25 - High fever

Kinda a prequel to Day 11 - Passing out and also Day 13 - "You've been very sick"

TW: minor whumpee (17), illness, fahrenheit, tobacco

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Erick was prone to infections. Between frequent injuries, less than ideal living circumstances, not quite adequate diet, and constant stress, it was nearly a miracle that he wasn't sick all the time. It didn't help either that he had the tendency to ignore any early symptoms, powering through so he wouldn't disappoint Fetch, or anger him. He didn't like to be called lazy or ungrateful, because he wasn't, so he avoided being seen as such.

Until his body forced him to stop.

Beep!

Fetch looked at the display on the thermometer, frowning a bit.

"A hundred and three," he said, "how long have you been feeling sore?"

"I think...since yesterday?" Erick said, pulling on his shirt a bit as the sweat was making it stick to his chest.

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"It wasn't this bad yesterday," Erick said with a shrug, "I just need a nap..."

"Not so fast," Fetch said, "I want you to drink some water first and take an Advil. Then I'll go out to get you some ice to cool you down."

"Hrm...I'm sorry," Erick said.

"It's okay, I had nothing better to do anyway," Fetch said, "just get into bed, I'll sleep on the couch tonight."

Erick stumbled towards the bedroom while Fetch headed into the kitchen to get a glass of water. He found some b-brand ibuprofen in the drawer and took out a pill before heading towards the bedroom, where Erick was adjusting the pillow in an attempt to get comfortable. He helped the teen take a couple of sips to wash down the pill, before telling him to call if he started feeling worse while he was out.

Luckily it was a short trip to the store, and Erick slept through Fetch's absence. He quietly entered the apartment, putting some of the ice he just bought in a bowl and stuffing the rest in the freezer. He added some water to the ice and let it sit for a bit before finding a clean washcloth in the pile of unfolded laundry that sat on top of the machine.

He carried the bowl into the bedroom, setting it on the nightstand and dunking the cloth into the water, making sure it was nice and cold before squeezing most of the water out before laying the washcloth over Erick's forehead and eyes.

"Oh my god..." he groaned quietly, "thank you."

"You know the drill," Fetch said, "try to flip it or wet it again whenever you wake up."

"Mhm..." Erick just said, seeming to drift off already again.

Fetch just shook his head a bit and headed out, finding something to do to keep him busy, though he still checked on the teen frequent enough, making sure he drank water, or refreshing the wash cloth with a new layer of ice water.

After a couple of hours he checked if his temperature had gone down yet, only to find it had climbed to 104. He sighed, getting up and heading into the bathroom to begin filling up the bathtub. Once he was satisfied with the temperature, he plugged the drain and headed back into the bedroom to wake Erick.

"Hey, come on, sit up. I know you're tired, but we need to get your temperature down, okay?"

"Ow..." Erick groaned while Fetch pulled him into a sitting position.

He tried to lay back down while rubbing his eyes, but Fetch stopped him, grabbing a hold of his jaw to make him look at him.

"Where does it hurt?" he asked.

Erick pulled his head from Fetch's grip, rubbing his eyes again, before pulling his hands through his hair.

"I dunno," he said, "everywhere? My head..."

"It's just fever aches," Fetch said, secretly relieved, "come on, a bath will do you good. Do you need help getting in?"

"No," Erick quickly said, "no, just give me a minute..."

Fetch just nodded, but waited to make sure whether the teen would need a hand at all or not. He managed to make it to the bathroom okay, and then closed the door in his face.

"Don't lock it," Fetch said, "shout if you need me."

"I'm fine," Erick insisted, turning the tap off before the bath would overflow.

He waited until Fetch's footsteps had moved away from the bathroom door, before getting undressed and climbing into the tub. The water wasn't as warm as he'd liked, but the cooling effect was kind of nice too. The fog in his head cleared a bit, and the aches settled a bit as well, allowing him to relax.

When the water got too cold, he got out, draining the tub and finding Fetch had left some clean clothes on the edge of the sink. He dried himself off with a towel before getting dressed, already feeling a lot better. When he left the bathroom Fetch made him sit down and drink some more water, as well as eat some toast, and take his temperature again.

"Did I pick up another flu on the last job?" Erick asked, holding still when Fetch jabbed the thermometer in his ear.

"Something or other," Fetch said, "if it's viral we just gotta wait it out. If you don't improve it can be bacterial instead."

"Hrm..."

Beep!

"Back to a hundred and three," Fetch said, "hopefully it doesn't shoot up again."

"Can I...go lie back down?" Erick asked.

"Finish your water first," Fetch said.

Erick nodded, slowly sipping his water until he'd emptied the glass before going back to bed, leaving behind a half-eaten piece of toast.

Unfortunately his fever spiked again during the night, this time accompanied by delirious babbling, keeping Fetch plenty busy as he had to stop the teen from getting up when he was in no state to move around.

Luckily his temperature dropped a bit again after Fetch finally got him to go back to sleep, but they weren't out of the woods yet. He continued to fluctuate the rest of the day between a high fever and a concerningly high fever. And after another restless night, Fetch was beginning to suspect it might not be a viral infection after all.

He contacted one of his associates to try and get his hands on some broad-spectrum antibiotics, hoping they would be enough. At the end of the morning, he finally heard back, getting a location and a price. With a sigh, Fetch got ready to leave, checking on Erick a last time.

"Kid, wake up," he said, taking the damp washcloth off of his forehead and dunking it in the icewater.

Erick groaned a bit in reply, keeping his eyes closed. Fetch sighed, taking the wash cloth and dabbing a bit around his throat and on his chest before laying it back on his forehead.

"Did you hear me?" he asked.

Erick blinked his eyes open, looking over at Fetch, but not really looking at him. Fetch sighed. He couldn't blame him in his current state.

"I'm going to get you some medicine," Fetch said, trying to keep things simple, "try to remember to drink water. I'll grab you a couple of bottles so you don't have to get up for them, okay? You can just stay in bed."

Erick didn't reply. Fetch just sighed and patted his knee before going back to the kitchen and pulling a six pack of plastic water bottles from the fridge. He placed them on the nightstand in the bedroom, taking the plastic wrapping off so Erick could get to them easier in his state. When he headed out, he stopped by the door and turned back to the teen. He was still peering at him, but there didn't seem to be much thought behind his eyes at all.

"I'll be back before dinner," Fetch said, before heading out.

He wasn't. His contact made him wait, then he changed the location, and then he bitched about not getting paid enough. Fetch had to set he record straight, but the whole ordeal caused him to arrive home much later than he had planned.

He was already cranky about all the effort he had to take, he was hungry because he hadn't had dinner yet, and he really hoped Erick's condition wouldn't have worsened, or he'd have more cleaning up to do. With a sigh, he lit himself a cigarette before unlocking the front door and heading inside.

He could tell right away that something was off. The bedroom door was open, and he could see Erick lying in the doorway. Fetch cursed under his breath, throwing his cigarette on the stairs before rushing inside to check on the teen.

He seemed to have passed out, not responding to Fetch shaking him. His breathing was shallow, and he felt hotter than he had before. Fetch cursed as he dragged him back to bed, checking his temperature. It was over 105 again. He did get antibiotics, but he got the oral kind, and if the teen wasn't conscious, he couldn't take them.

"Fuck," Fetch said, pacing the room a moment before making a decision.

With a grunt, he hoisted the teen over his shoulder and carried him out of the room and outside towards his van. He propped him up in the passenger's seat, covering him with his jacket to keep him warm before putting on his seat belt. Whilst he walked around to the driver's side, he pulled out his phone and looked up a number, pressing his phone to his ear while putting on his own seat belt and starting the engine.

"Hey, is this the emergency room? ... Great. I'm bringing in a young man, late teens, spiking a high fever and unresponsive, I'm turning onto the road now, I can be there in twenty or thirty minutes."

He didn't give them any more details. He could think of a cover story on the road. They could worry about police poking around after Erick had been tested and treated.

I really didn't think I'd serialise any of these, yet here I am

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Starodds fun facts about his MC until she finally does a full post introducing her!! Day 2

(GIF from a song created by DAOKO. The song is titled "Girl".)

My MC really likes white rice. She doesn’t need other food to go with it. He’ll happily eat it by itself. Like a freak(lovingly).

Lazy wip of her eating rice

Polyamorous MC. I don't think I need to explain that further, other than I loved them all too much to choose just one. (Though if I absolutely HAD to, it'd be Thirteen.)

Here's a little chart thing I found and did for him.

(Mephistos is meant to be green)

My MC is not actually interested in making any other pacts. He is content with the ones he has with the brothers and sees no reason to make more, even if it were with more powerful demons such as Diavolo and Barbatos (and Mephistopheles, but mind the chart).

My MC, after long days, often seeks out Leviathan, Belphie, or Lucifer to recharge herself.

Watching Leviathan play games quietly or listening to him ramble about something so she doesn’t have to speak. (She loves listening to him ramble.)

Napping with Belphie

Sitting next to Lucifer as he does paperwork and taking a nap in his study, sometimes helping him (since the MC canonically sits next to him, quite simply because he enjoys their company).

My MC often sees Lilith when she sleeps. (Lilith sometimes pulls her consciousness elsewhere so that she is not lonely and they can talk.) She has found such comfort in Lilith that she sometimes takes naps during the day just to rant to Lilith, who listens to her and comforts her.

(Realm looks something like this)

~A procrastinating sheep...again...

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A/n: this one has been sitting in my drafts so I thought I might as well post it! Just random hc that came to me while I was on a road trip - super rough, not proofread but let me know what you think! 🥰 (do you have some wakasa driving hcs to share 👀)

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Imagine you and Wakasa are going on a road trip and had to rent a car.

Sitting at opposite ends of the table in the same room, with skewers to snack on, the two of you both fixated at your laptops, with you figuring out the accommodations and Wakasa looking the car rental.

It was a comfortable silence, with occasional typing sound from the keyboard and music coming from the speakers.

Wakasa broke the silence first.

"Do you have a driver license?"

"Yeah, why?"

Wakasa put his hand out.

"They're asking for a drivers license"

"Just use your license? You can drive right?"

"I can drive, but...."

"But?" You looked up your screeen, meeting his half-lidded eyes and you stared at Wakasa confusedly as he continued to chew on the wooden skewer.

And then it clicked.

All those times Wakasa picked you up in a car came rushing back to you - you should have known.

It was always late at night when there's barely people around (with the exception of that one time you were stuck at work during that super typhoon and the trains aren't running). Wakasa always borrowed Takeomi's car instead of getting his own and shrugged whenever you asked if he wants to get a car. You've always thought it was because he already has a bike and doesn't really need a car.

But no - this bastard has been driving without a license for god knows how long.

Wakasa was about to open his mouth but you put your hand out, stopping him before he had the chance.

"... okay stop. I don't even want to hear it - I don't want to your accomplice know about your illegal driving"

Wakasa raised his brows at your comment, but quietly watched as you bend sideways to reach for your bag, fishing out your wallet and passed your driver's license to Wakasa. Taking the card from your hands with his fingers, Wakasa quickly flipping over the card to the front for the license number, before snickering at the sight of your photo.

"You looked stoned"

"I- shut up! I don't know how to smile for photos okay?!"

You tried to kick his leg from under the table, but knowing you, Wakasa moved his leg out of the way and so instead you kicked the leg of the chair.

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Fast forward to the actual trip, you two picked up the car, the weather was great, the scenery was amazing, the Spotify playlist was spot on - it seem like everything is going great.

Except it was tiring.

Being the sole driver on a multi-day drive is exhausting, with the long drives, the early starts, and the fact it's been a while since you drove so you were even more alert than usual, it wasn't a surprise by the third day that a midday nap was needed. So when you and Wakasa stopped for a late lunch, you inhaled the food and quickly propped your head on the table for a power nap.

As you two walked back to the car from lunch, you put your arms up, stretching your arms, shoulders and back, bracing yourself for the coming drive, when suddenly you felt a light nudge on the shoulder.

"Tired? Want to swap?" Wakasa asked as he takes a sip of his drink one hand, the other hand held open towards you.

"We could" you grumbled, pulling the car keys from your jacket pocket. "If only you gotten your drivers license like a normal person"

Before you know it, Wakasa has pried the car keys from your hand.

"I never said I don't have a license" Clicking the button on the remote to unlock the car, Wakasa hooked his finger through the keychain and started spinning the car keys around on his fingers, before giving you a shit-eating grin.

"It's just that if I'm driving, you'll definitely just sleep the whole ride and that'd just be boring"

And with that note, Wakasa was the designated driver for the rest of the trip while you snacked happily on the passenger seat.

[omniblades-and-stars]

15. Trembling hands

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Okay, I had a lot of feelings today and I managed to twist them into something I think. Also I got a little carried away.

Also here's this song that put me in my feelings this afternoon:

Her Hands Were Shaking

Her hands were shaking.

Well, all of her was shaking, trembling. Somewhere in the utter dark, halfway off the mortal coil, she laid beneath the rubble, dying very slowly. She drifted in and out of consciousness, the moments she was awake were hardly lucid, visited as she was by hallucinations in the dark. But then the wreckage started to move, and the shot of adrenaline that sent through her heart set all of her muscles on fire.

It wasn't until familiar, armored hands wrapped around her and hoisted her out of the rubble and broken glass that she'd resigned herself to becoming a part of for what little remained of her life that she believed what was happening. It seemed impossible. But the one person more stubborn than she was found and dragged her carcass out of the rubble.

She hated him for it then. Jane tried to tell him to fuck off and let the dead get some goddamn rest. She'd done what she had been brought back to do, was it so much to ask that she get a permanent vacation?

But all that came out was a pitiful whimper, a cry of pain and desolation. She lost consciousness again before she could curse at him and whoever else refused to just let her go in peace.

Her hands were shaking.

Panting, the world came into focus slowly, machines screamed and beeped. Hands were on her, panicked voices spoke words she couldn't understand yet. Jane had a creeping sense of dèjá vu, like she'd done exactly this before, but the memory was too far away for her to really understand.

Raw fear built and she tried to sit up, she needed to leave. She didn't know where she was, she didn't even know who she was but she knew everything was wrong.

A different hand squeezed hers. “Go back to sleep, Shepard,” he broke through the panic in the room and in her brain. The world grew bleary and unfocused again, and she forgot it even happened.

When she woke up again, still connected to so many machines the electric buzzing from the power supplies threatened to overwhelm her, he was still there. Sitting in a shitty foldout chair in what little room there was in between all of the medical equipment. Shepard groaned, “I must be in hell if I'm in a hospital and you're here.” She tried to smile but every part of her felt like it was on fire, a pained grimace curled at her lips instead.

He rolled his eyes, leaning forward with one arm propped on his knee, “Hell'd be more entertaining. Think this must be goddamn purgatory. Watching you take a weeks-long nap was about to bore me to tears, some of us have work to do, you know?”

“What are you doing here, Zaeed?” Her voice was changed, raspy, dry, and weakened. She felt small, listless. Shifting her head took a gargantuan effort, like a newborn baby unable to hold up its own head.

“Someone had to keep the vultures and boot-lickers away,” he said quietly and looked down at his feet.

Shepard closed her eyes. “Sure,” she said just before drifting off to sleep again.

Her hands trembled, covered in pine needles and bile, as she tried to push herself back up. Tears streaked down her cheeks, and she wretched again. She didn't know where she was. Jane had been running towards the beam desperate to end the invasion, when she'd tripped and fell, hitting her head. There were trees all around her now. Blood was in her eyes.

Intentional footsteps snapped twigs, and crunched through dried leaves. “Coming up behind you, Janey,” he warned her just above a whisper. He crouched next to her, examining her face without touching her, concern knitted in his brow. “Do you know where you are?”

“No,” she cried pitifully. Her hand slipped out from under her weight, his were there to catch her before she ate dirt again.

Zaeed wiped the grime off on his pants before brushing hair off of her face so he could look at the cut above her eye. “Middle of nowhere, West Virginia so you can get some peace. Reapers are dead, you fucking dropped them out of the sky.”

Her head hurt so bad, but after a few quiet minutes of trying to pace her breathing with his, she was able to put the pieces back together. It had been months since the hospital. They'd never even really talked about whatever … this was, but in the aftermath of the near end of the world, they hadn't been able to part ways. “From you, that sounds like hero worship,” she said trying to crack a joke. She couldn't mask the trembling in her voice, the anxiety in wide, panicked eyes.

“If I wanted to kiss your ass, Shepard, I'd just pucker up and do it,” he shook his head and helped her up. “Let's get you cleaned up, Jane. I've seen enough of your blood to last a lifetime.”

Her hands were shaking, but they found their home held in ones that were steady.