#this is the last prompt of the last batch btw.

[cabezadeperro]

Since you're prompts are open, a Cody/Fox with a number 7?

hi anon! the song was caramel by brontide.

imperial era, cody adn fox as rebels. established relationship, T

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“There.” Cody’s breath is warm and damp against his ear. Fox shifts and says nothing: he doesn’t need to. “By the—”

He trails off. Fox accepts the binocs and looks down the cliff. It’s a cold, grey day, and the small imperial base is hard to see—it’s the same colour as the sky and the granite mountains that cradle it, as the tarmac of the worn road that cracks the old lava fields in two.

Cody is a heavy, hot weight at his side. He’s very still and very relaxed in that way that means he’s seconds away from vibrating out of his skin, all eagerness and will to win. Fox licks his lips and leans against him, gravel shifting under his belly and elbows. Cody hums and waits while Fox takes out the holocam and snaps a few pictures, while he makes a copy of the data and offers it to him, back to staring at the base with the binocs.

Fox still remembers how to read his silences—Cody is watching is thinking is planning the best way to take the place. His eyes flicker at the spiny silhouette of the jammers, a darker grey against the granite face of the cliff, the slit-like windows on the top floors, the shadow of the hangar at the side, the flat, washed out blacktop of the landing pad. Fox says nothing, leaves him at it, and can’t help the shiver of excitement that rolls down his spine. Cody’s brain is a thing of beauty.

Cody slips his copy of the data off Fox’s hands and stays there for a few more minutes, binocs twitching now and then, fingers in a relaxed grip. Finally, he hums again and lowers them down.

“Let’s go,” he says. He leans over to kiss Fox on the cheek, too loud and a bit too hard, and starts rolling off him. Fox rolls his eyes and copies him. They start making their way across the gravel, half-sliding, half-crawling to the bottom of the small hill.

They hear the probe coming before they see it. Fox pulls him closer, hand around Cody’s wrist, and they duck into one of the many caves at the side, their heads brushing the low ceiling.

Fox frowns. It won’t find them, but it will see the swoops—he glances at Cody, and finds him watching him back: he knows. Cody smiles, a flash of white teeth in the dark. Fox smiles back, tugs his blaster out of his holster, and exits the cave, finger already on the trigger.

It’s cold, and he’s tired, and they’re about to do something very stupid: but Cody’s there, and well—Fox finds that there’s nowhere else he’d rather be.

[soaringthroughthegalaxy]

hiiii!! absolutely love your crosshair stuff (i’ve been on a crosshair binge since season three started lol) anyways i was hoping you could write something that’s like post-omega and crosshair escaping tantiss and reuniting with hunter and wrecker (end ep 4) with the prompts

11. I promised to love you forever, and that is a promise I intend to keep.

and

16. No matter how much time we’ve spent apart, I never stopped loving you.

like i was thinking crosshair and the reader are married but canon happened so the reader stayed with the bad batch and this would be the first time her and crosshair are seeing each other again since the end of season one at kamino

no rush for any of this btw. thankssss

Hello, hi! Thank you so much for this request. I had something similar going through my mind after the episode aired so was excited to see this drop in!! I hope you enjoy 😊

Never Stopped

When Omega's cryptic message leads to a heartfelt reunion on Ryloth's nearest moon, you didn't expect her to be accompanied by the one man you never thought you'd get to see again.

Pairing: Crosshair x f!reader

Word count: 2k

Warnings: spoilers for S3E04, we love a good reunion, inner turmoil, fluff, comfort, pet names.

“I had help.” Omega’s statement hangs in the air until the light sound of footsteps on metal reaches your ears, and you turn alongside Wrecker to watch as someone steps out of the stolen transport.

No. Not someone.

Him.

For a second, you forget how to breathe, unable to tear your eyes away from the man you never dared hope you’d see again. The last time you’d seen him had been after the fall of Kamino, on that blasted platform in the middle of the ocean. You’d pleaded with him to come with you - to leave the Empire’s clutches - but he’d declined. Your stubborn, infuriating husband.

Maker, you’d missed him.

Before you even know what you’re doing, you’re running, crossing the inky darkness between the two ships, closing the distance between you as Crosshair takes the final step down onto the planet’s surface. He doesn’t have time to protest before your arms are around his neck, hauling him into a crushing embrace. His brothers might be wary, but you aren’t.

Crosshair freezes, caught off guard by your affection. In the short time it had taken you to reach him, he’d braced himself for a slap or to be chewed out. This was…unexpected. You’re warm against him, the softness of your body so familiar, as is the scent of your shampoo. Tentatively, he slides his arms around you in return, pulling you close to suffocate all space between you both, soaking up the feeling of having you back in his arms. “Kitten...”

The whispered term of endearment is all it takes, and a heaving sob leaves you before you can stop it.

Everything since the order was given crashes down on you – the shots he’d fired as you scrambled to escape Kamino, how relentlessly he’d chased you across the galaxy, Kamino falling, the distress message he’d sent to your old comms channel…it had felt never-ending.

But it was over now. 

As you bury your face against his chest, the torrent of emotions overwhelms you. There’s a sense of catharsis, a release from the pent-up anguish that had threatened to suffocate you. The weight of his presence feels like a balm to your wounded soul, and with each sob that racks your body, it’s as if a burden is lifted, allowing you to finally exhale the turmoil that had gripped you for far too long.

He’s here. In one piece. Free from the Empire’s clutches, with Omega in tow.

Hunter and Wrecker’s tension eases slightly as they witness the reunion between you and Crosshair, but they’re not ready to let their guard down just yet. They exchange knowing glances before Hunter clears his throat. “We need to go.” He shouts across the distance, feeling guilty for breaking the moment but knowing that the Empire won’t be far behind.

You pull back slightly, hands still clutching desperately at Crosshair as he meets your gaze. He’s never been one to cry, but unshed tears line those sharp eyes you’ve missed so much. Silently, you swipe away your tears with one hand, the other finding his to guide him towards the Marauder. A blur of motion whips past you, and you startle, but with a click of his tongue, Crosshair stills the creature responsible, and a hound falls into step beside him as you lead him back towards the ship.

It feels too good to be true, too easy. The nervousness Crosshair had felt rolling through him as he’d forced himself down the steps of the transport returns. Fingers interlaced with yours, he can feel the skin-warmed metal of your ring. It’s still there after everything.

He feels nauseous as you cross the darkness towards the ship that had once been his home. He glances at Wrecker as you both pass him and the apprehension on his big brother’s face wavers for just a second before Crosshair looks away, unable to stand it.

Hunter has already ushered Omega inside, the young girl saying hello to Gonky, who beeps happily at her return. Crosshair lets you situate him in one of the back seats in the cockpit as Wrecker comes up the ramp, smacking the button to shut it as Hunter takes Tech’s seat and fires up the engines. 

Tech.

Crosshair swallows, bile rising in his throat. His twin is gone. Omega had brokenly told him what had happened during one of her many visits to his cell. Guilt curls through him - his brother had insisted on the mission to Eriadu and had been keen to find him, which ultimately led to his sacrifice.

Crosshair barely registers the ship setting off or the jump to hyperspace.

A soft squeeze of his hand draws his focus, and his head tilts to look across at you. Your wide eyes, which he adores, look at him with concern and something else he can’t quite put his finger on. Hunter and Wrecker are in the pilot and copilot seats, Omega curled in Hunter’s lap as they catch up while Wrecker pets Batcher.

You can practically see Crosshair’s discomfort, so you lead him out into the belly of the ship, closing the cockpit doors behind you to give the pair of you some privacy. “I thought I’d lost you.” You whisper, your voice barely above a breath as you sit side by side on one of the bunks, bodies tilted towards each other.

“Have to try harder than that.” Crosshair’s answer is quick, and the vice-like grip of dread that had encircled his heart slackens as he hears you laugh - it’s a short and sharp sound, nothing like the melodic giggles he’d grown accustomed to during the war, but it’s something. And Maker, does it feel good.

You’d almost forgotten what it was like to be on the receiving end of his quips, and for a moment, it’s like nothing has changed. But you spot something missing as you turn his hand over in yours. 

His wedding ring is gone.

“They took it from me.” He’s quick to reassure you, seeing the pained expression on your pretty face. He hadn’t even been able to fight to keep it, having woken up on Tantiss without it. The troopers had quickly silenced him whenever he’d asked about its whereabouts.

Silence settles between you both for a moment, your gaze fixed on this hand - on the vacant spot. “We’ll get you a new one,” you state quietly, lifting your eyes to finally meet his.

Crosshair’s brows furrow in disbelief at your words. After everything he’s done and the pain and betrayal, he can’t fathom why you still want to be married to him. Guilt and shame churn in his gut, threatening to overwhelm him. “Why?” he asks, his voice low and raspy, his gaze searching yours for some semblance of an answer.

You reach out and gently cup his cheek, your touch sending shivers down his spine. “I promised to love you forever, and that’s a promise I intend to keep,” you say simply, your eyes reflecting a depth of emotion that Crosshair can’t comprehend. “Despite everything, I still believe in us - in you. No matter how much time we’ve spent apart, I never stopped loving you.”

A lump forms in Crosshair’s throat as he struggles to process your words. He’d spent so long convincing himself that he was better off paying for his sins in that cell. But here you are, offering forgiveness and understanding. He searches your eyes for any sign of deceit or resentment but finds unwavering sincerity and love.

Crosshair reaches out, hand shaking as his fingers brush your cheek. “Maybe you’ve hit your head too many times, kitten.” Crosshair quips, a hint of his trademark sarcasm slipping through. Despite the gravity of the moment, he can’t resist teasing you. But deep down, he’s grateful for your forgiveness and unwavering love, even if he doesn’t understand it.

You roll your eyes at his remark, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “Maybe you just need a few more hits to knock some sense into that thick skull of yours.” You retort, your tone teasing yet filled with affection.

As the playful banter lingers in the air, a moment of quiet settles between you both, the reality of the situation sinking in. Crosshair’s gaze softens, his hand lingering on your cheek as he soaks in your closeness. “I love you too.” He whispers, his voice barely audible above the hum of the ship’s engines. “I never stopped either.”

Your heart swells with relief and happiness, and with a soft smile, you press a gentle kiss to the back of his hand, feeling the slight tremble beneath your lips. “What happened, my heart?” You ask, your voice soft and concerned, brows drawn down as you watch how he shakes.

Crosshair hesitates for a moment. “They did…things. Some I remember. Some I don’t.” He answers vaguely.

You’re familiar with this game. He doesn’t want to think about it. Doesn’t want to talk about it. And while you know he'll need to one day, today’s not that day. Respecting his unspoken plea not to delve deeper into the horrors he endured, you gently squeeze his hand, offering him a reassuring smile. “We don’t have to talk about it now.” You murmur softly. “But we need to get you out of those awful clothes.” You change the subject, wrinkling your nose. “Handsome you may be, but this is not working.” You make a vague gesture at his outfit.

Crosshair chuckles softly at your remark, the memories chased away for the time being by your attempt to lighten the mood. “I’ll have you know; I make anything look good,” he retorts with a smirk. “But I suppose some fresh clothes wouldn’t hurt.”

You nod in agreement, grateful for the ease with which the two of you fall back into rhythm. “Exactly, and I’m sure I can find something more comfortable for you.” You reply, standing up and glancing around the small quarters of the ship.

As you start to pull crates out from the nearby storage racks, Crosshair watches you with a slight smile, admiring the familiar sight of you in motion. “You always know just how to take care of me,” he remarks, his voice low and warm, a tone saved just for you.

You shoot him a playful smile over your shoulder. “Someone has to.” You quip back, pulling out the crate you’d been looking for.

His kit crate. You still had his kit crate, with all your doodles on the outside – his name in Aurebesh, the squad’s symbol, a copy of his tattoo, and ever so slightly wonky hearts that he’d made a show of grumbling about but secretly loved.

Crosshair’s surprise is evident as he watches you retrieve a clean undersuit from the crate. He’d assumed its contents would be long gone - tossed aside, sold, or scrapped. The fact that you kept all his armour, along with his bucket, fills him with a strange mix of emotions. “Didn’t think you’d keep it,” Crosshair finally manages to say.

Before you can respond, footsteps interrupt the moment, drawing your attention towards the source. Hunter steps out from the cockpit – even with the door shut, he can still hear everything. His eyes meet Crosshair’s, and while he knows there’s a lot for them to talk about and work through, and he’s still not entirely sure he fully trusts his baby brother, he wants to offer him some reassurance. It’s the least he can do. “We were never going to get rid of it,” Hunter says, his voice firm yet gentle. “You’re still one of us.”

Crosshair finds himself at a loss for words. Emotions swirl within him, a tumultuous mix of gratitude and guilt. As Hunter’s words sink in, his gaze flickers back to you. Despite the doubts and fears that linger in his mind, one thing is certain: he’s home.

With a small smile, you offer the clean undersuit to your husband. “Here,” you say softly, your voice laced with affection. “Let’s get you changed.”

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[karlachismylife]

Juju's Love Is Illegal Celebration (part 1)

Well look who's dragging their gorilla ass out of hiding! Sorry for sudden disappearance, I kinda got really upset with my writing and also had some uni problems. However, I did write everything I promised last time, and the first batch of ready celebratory drabbles/one-shots will go up in a little bit, just after I make them look pretty! There are three of them and I think I'll space them out a little. Same with the rest things I promised. Chapter 5 of the Queen of the Clan isn't ready yet, cuz I'm tinkering with the plot a bit, but I promise, it'll be out soon enough! You can add to the plot by sending in some asks btw :3

And now, comrades, get back to voting! As promised, Ghost is back on the menu. A reminder, that this is for these prompts here (dialogue responce to "I want to kiss you.")

ugh also gotta fill out my queue finally and catch up on everything I missed in my hybernation... and re-name/re-tag drabbles as oneshots... juju tired :(

[ajcrwl]

last batch of botober scribbles

22.. Low fuzzy feats. Doggo is fuzzy, that smol plague birb is fuzzy 🤷‍♀️ 23.. Bars*. LET HIM IIIIN. (Btw, the prompt literally includes that asterisk). 25.. Hobbats. Hobbit bats?? 27.. Garbage plant. That's… probably enough of Bototber, for this.. year, I guess xD

Honestly, I could continue, but I got stuck drawing some Hades II fanart, which i made between the last of these pics. and it turned out so good, way better than anything else this month, that i'd like to finish with it. i will also upload everything to my website gallery, including some past Supergiant Games fanart.

[such-a-daydreamer]

Haha so like, I was originally gonna post the inktober stuff one by one like everyone else is but like, I forgor :/

FIRST WEEK OF INKTOBERTALE!!

Just know that like, it is a lot. So continue under the cut if you wanna see my absolute shitter of an art dump

//-------Day One-------//

Prompt: Ink (warm up)

The second one was more of a warm up really, I just wanted to get myself in the mood. Especially love that fell drawing in the corner.

//--------Day 2--------//

Prompt: Pumpkin carving

Yes. Yes that is error and ink kissing on the pumpkin.

//--------Day 3--------//

Prompt: Medicine

Hehehe my original idea was to have ink covered in colourful splotches and be on the floor and have the medicine be his like vials. I ended up thinking "that's too easy" so that turned into him wearing one of those sexy nurse outfits then I made a last minute decision to NOT do that

//--------Day 4--------//

Prompt: honey

Little to say about this, other than I love him a lot💕💕

//--------Day 5--------//

Prompt: Theatre play

Yeah the caption says enough.

//--------Day 6--------//

Prompt: Stickers

Yeah I uh, forgot that this whole thing was like a pun on inktober and y'know the character ink and this whole thing is called inktobertale, derailed a lil bit but 'm gonna get back on track after this I swear😭

//--------Day 7--------//

Prompt: Gingham

Yeah I basically know my ass to my elbow when it comes to textiles and stuff like that so I had to research some things. Anyways, Gingham is cute :3 tempted to make that skele an actual oc but like I can't be bothered.

Here's the prompt list btw

Yeah so uh, see ya next week til I've gotten the next batch done ... unless you wanna have it done one by one? Idk, tell me your thoughts. ALSO HAHA bit reluctant about showing this cuz of the MASSIVE sidetrack for like the majority of the week

[echos-girlfriend]

Hi! Congrats on 100 followers! 🥳 You are such a ball of sunshine in this fandom and I love seeing you interact with the community.

If you’re still looking for prompt ideas, maybe a clone x civvy of the batch being dragged to Omega’s favorite bakery where you just so happen to work at and maybe a certain clone with a prosthetic catches your attention? Either romantic or platonic is fine by me, I just have such a soft spot for Echo 🤍

Howdy!

Aww thank you anon!! 💚 I’m always trying to find ways to share with and support other members of this fandom! And your request is such a cute idea! we love our sweet baby echo so let’s give him a cute fic💜

Echo - the beautiful baker

(Clone x civvy)

( no list prompt - prompt/story request which is something you can do btw 👀 don’t be shy)

Master list

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“Come on! It closes in an hour!”

Omega practically dragged hunter and her brothers to the bakery on ord mantell.

“How did you find this place?”

“Uh well. Sometimes when me and wrecker get mantell mix we also get other food”

Hunter looked over at wrecker who smiled wide and rubbed his neck. Hunter shook his head and smiled down at omega.

“Well we have some time to kill. Why not”

Omega opened the door and the rest of her brothers shuffled in. She waved happily

“Hello!!”

“Hello omega. Are you going to have the usual”

“Yup! One meiloorun cookie please”

You went into the kitchen and brought it out for her. When you came back you took notice of one of her brothers. He was taller than you and had some prosthetic parts but you weren’t paying attention to those..

It was his eyes. They were beautiful. You shook your head and got out of your daze. Looking back down at omega.

“Here you go.”

You handed her a small sack and she thanked you before running over to wrecker, whispering about something before giggling.

Echo was absolutely awestruck. The last thing he expected was to see the the most beautiful being in the Galaxy in this bakery.

“You ok their echo”

Hunter whispered to his brother. Echo shook his head and looked at his brother.

“Go talk to to her. Introduce yourself”

Echo gulped and walked over to the table you were cleaning. You saw him coming and set your cloth down.

“Can I help you?”

“I uh.. well”

He looked back at his brothers who were all sitting there with a shit eating grin. They were teasing him he knew it. He rolled his eyes at him and looked back down at you.

“Well. Well I wondering.. if you wanted to.. um.”

“If I wanted to go on a date?”

“Y-yeah.. that’s. Do you?”

“Why not. You seem really sweet and.. well you are rather handsome”

You looked down and blushed in embarrassment. Echo’s entire face as a shade of red. You looked back up and smiled at his reaction.

“Well I um.. I think you’re.. pretty”

“T-thank you.. we could go after the store closes. If you wanted”

“Well I don’t know-“

He looked back at his brothers who were urging him to say yes

“Yes.. that’s perfect.”

You both smiled at each other.. feeling a connection between the two of you.. deep and strong.

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[sweaterkittensahoy]

BTW, the last batch of prompts before I requested the new batch are off to the beta. Probably a few days before they land on Ao3. I'll be plugging away at the RosieLemmons and the new prompts while that's happening.

The beta has access to the RosieLemmons, but I'm also not pointing her that direction with any urgency while I'm still actively writing. I've had a couple of posting-while-WIP situations get away from me and would rather not repeat it.

Speaking of, for those of you wondering about A Mighty, Vast, and Dangerous Place, I'm going to sit with it on Tuesday night and see what happens. I think it's a few large scenes left to go. Just have to start them.

[lotuslate]

#xiantober : days 10-16 day 10: gusu!xian (wearing his husband's robes ☁️) day 11: idol!xian (in the style of Chunga - Gotta Go 🌹) day 12: farmer!xian (from lwj's pov after a long day of work~) day 13: immortal!xian (he's just a taxi driver and knows these streets like the back of his hand) day 14: CR!era (he's having the fattest nap of his life) day 15: royal!AU (royal court jester wwx entertaining the emperor) day 16: physician!AU (...by association)

[ateneawrites]

Christmas OTP drabble thingie: Rivella 7-12

Note: here's batch number two in my attempt to mask my lack of holiday cheer with mindless otp fluff and to hijack my brain into writing serotonin into existence, prompts from this challenge are here, explained in a bit more detail here but long story short is i don't believe in posting schedules and I'm making these in batches of six as i finish them, this time I'm going with rivella; next batch should be rosenali *knocks on wood*

7. Mistletoe

River wanted the earth to swallow her alive. She'd though she'd gotten rid of all the blasted mistletoe Choriza and Vanity had put all over the place but clearly she hadn't as her loudmouth coworkers, drunk as could be after the office holiday party, were catcalling them and cheering while her and Ella Vaday had a stare down under one of the very few that had survived her purge.

River was the first one to break the eye contact, decided to concentrate better on looking at the floor as her face turned burgundy.

If they hadn't had an audience, and if River were delusional enough to think Ella wasn't out of her league, it would have been rather romantic but the situation at hand was nothing short of mortifying.

"Please don't look so pained, dear" Ella had said "You might hurt my feelings"

It was a nice attempt at trying to put River at ease because Ella was kind like that, but River was not willing to take advantage of Ella being too well mannered to rebuff her and her painfully obvious crush.

So River decided she'd do it herself. Save both of them the trouble, as a Christmas present to both Ella and herself.

She gave Ella a small pained smile, got on the tip of her toes and gave Ella a peck on the cheek while the catcalls turn to booes once their friends realize they're not getting a show.

"I don't want you to kiss me just because you have to" she said before she excused herself to get some air.

8. Making snowmen (+ Wally, bc Ella's miserable looking dog owns my soul)

Ella has a perpetual enemy in the cold weather once it gets under certain temperature. English autumn is lovely and there is something she finds rather romantic in the rain that she wouldn't change for anything but she's just never done well in winter.

Her nose and her fingertips turn perpetually pink from all of the blood trying in vain to keep body heat and every time she comes back home she spends an embarrassingly long time just cuddled onto herself in front of the heater and even longer under the hot shower trying to burn a layer of her epidermis in an attempt to encourage circulation to come back into her limbs.

River jokes that if she'd had it her way Ella'd fly south like the birds come December first and honestly that's not even too far off from the truth but there's certain perks to cold snowy England. Like getting to wake up River the first day of proper fresh snow.

River's eyes light up in delight when she looks out of the window and her excitement is probably one of the few things Ella does enjoy about the cold weather, she'd move mountains to always see River as happy as she is when there's fresh snow in the morning after a storm.

They put on warm clothes and boots (and wrap Wally in the coziest doggy sweater he's got) and play outside in it, even make a snowman (that Wally destroys several times before River gives up on it entirely).

When they get back home, Ella's face is numb and she can feel her eyeballs burn from how cold she is but River kisses her nose and each of her numb fingertips. It's tender and sweet and Ella has never loved anyone else this much in her life. She hopes she never does.

9. Wearing ugly Christmas jumpers

River chokes on her tea as she sees Ella enter the living room wearing what must be the most offensive garment her eyes have ever seen.

"Oh my god. What. Is. That"

"A jumper, dear"

"A hideous jumper" River amends.

"Yes well, we can't go to an ugly jumper Christmas party without hideous jumpers, can we?"

River is immediately alert.

"What is this we you're talking about" Ella smiles. River doesn't like it one bit.

"You have a matching one"

"No"

Ella pouts.

"Please?"

"Absolutely not"

"You did promise to come with me"

That she did. It was extorted out of her after she had gotten one of the best orgasms of her life.

"You'll have to catch me first!" she says as she jumps from her sitting place at the sofa and tries to make a run for it. She doesn't make it far, Ella catches up with her on the hall, traps River between herself and the bedroom door and kisses her breathless.

Of course River ends up wearing the matching hideous thing.

10. Baking holiday treats

River stares in alarm as she sees every surface of both the kitchen and living room taken by various kinds of carefully crafted treats.

There's gingerbread walls and roof pieces that she can tell Ella has painstakingly measured with rulers and sanded with the baking sculpting tools that Scarlett got her for her birthday, cookies cooling on racks, cakes already set on stands waiting to be iced.

It smells like sugar and cinnamon and like River's favorite parts of being cozied up inside when it was cold out.

It also smells like a cry for help.

"Ella?" she calls.

"Riv? Is that you?" she hears from upstairs. River sees Ella walk down the stairs, in her favorite jumper and her hair carefully pinned away from her face and River literally jumps to her.

"Hi" she says in a small voice. Ella hugs her back.

"Why are you here?" Ella finally asks after a minute, looking as confused as she does happy "you were not supposed to be back till tomorrow"

River has a whole speech prepared. About how Vanity had texted her about the crisis they had at work and Kitty telling her about Ella baking her feelings away when she was under stress (although she had kind of worked that one out herself) and that she really needs to get better at not bottling up her emotions but she decides against it.

"I missed you" she simply says, because it is the truth after all, she has missed her terribly so she got an earlier train back. She knows she made the right choice the way Ella's face slowly lights up. River nods in the general direction of the kitchen "need some help?"

Ella nods. There'll be time to talk later.

11. Snogging in front of the fireplace (continuation of prompt number 7)

There was something comforting about being alone in front of the fire for River. She had volunteered to be the one to leave last since she already lived close by so she had decided to relax for a bit in front of the fire, thinking she was alone at last.

"Hey"

Her shoulders instantly shot up and her head moved to face the door in alarm.

"Oh, sorry, I must've startled you" Ella said, she sounded genuinely concerned and normally River would have made more of an effort but she was quite frankly all out of strength to pretend so she just relaxed her shoulders again and stared back at the fire.

"It's alright" she simply said. She heard Ella step closer, carefully, the way you'd approach a wounded thing.

"Mind if I sit down?"

River shrugged as an answer. They stayed in silence for a while, just sat down besides each other on the floor. It's almost companionable, River though.

"It looks to me" Ella started "like there might have been a bit of a misunderstanding, earlier"

River furrowed her brow, looked at Ella again, this time a bit more carefully, taking notice of the curious glint in her eyes and the ever so slight fidgeting of her fingers.

"Oh?"

"With the mistletoe" as if River could forget "I didn't want to kiss you because I had to" she continued "Truth is I—" she bit her lip "I have been trying to figure out a way to ask you out for months, actually"

River's mouth fell open.

"I still would like to if that— if that'd be alright. Not just the kissing" good god was she actually blushing? "but the asking you out bit. We could go grab a bite. Or go out and do something. Anything you'd like if that's" Ella looked down to her lap "something you'd be interested in"

It's been a while since River wanted to smile like someone was physically yanking the corners of her mouth. She crawls closer to Ella, saw the fear of rejection be replaced by the confusion then the anticipation when she realized what River was going to do. It had started out slow but the kiss grew passionate, all the yearning of however long they'd both wanted to do that catching up with them.

When River hid her face in the crook of Ella's neck with a small, overwhelmed sigh she felt Ella tighten up the hold she had on her.

"I'd like that very much" she answered softly at last.

12. Watching a classic holiday film

They really had different definitions of what made for a holiday classic.

Ella had vetoed Shrek the Halls and River had vetoed the black and white thing from the 1940s Ella had tried to pitch to her as "You've Got Mail but it's letters instead of emails and Jimmy Stewart instead of Tom Hanks" but they had found a compromise somewhere in the middle.

Did Meet Me in St. Louis count as a holiday film? River had her doubts but it mattered very little when she was held in Ella's lap, all cozied up under a blanket, feeling safe and happy as Ella hummed along softly to Judy Garland singing Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas in the background.

[echoes-of-realities]

70?

70. Starting with a kiss meant to be gentle, ending up in passion

Brittany used to think that there was nothing in the world that was better than taking a long, hot bath after dance; which is, of course, still true, but once her girlfriend started joining her too it became like heaven or something. She’s not really sure if she believes in the whole religion thing—especially after everything with Santana’s abuela—but she’s pretty sure if it exists, then baths with Santana must have been a little cloud of heaven that floated down to earth just for her.

The new routine her dance instructor had introduced last week has been killing her. She loves dance more than she loves certain relatives of hers, and it’s always so satisfying once she actually gets a routine down, but the time before that leaves her with aching muscles and a strong desire to sleep for, like, a couple years; hence her desire to take a long bath after practice.

When she gets home though, the house is completely empty. She finds a note on the counter reminding her that her sister has a soccer game—which she definitely forgot about—and that there’s leftovers from last night in the fridge for her to eat, since her parents are going to take her sister out for supper in celebration of her last soccer game of the season. Her stomach grumbles, but she needs to change out of her sweaty clothes and have a bath before she thinks about eating, so she just drops her dance bag by the bottom of the stairs—since it’s laundry day tomorrow—and heads for her room.

The house is silent and dark, except for the light from her room spilling into the hallway. She rolls her eyes as she heads into her room, because her sister is awful at remembering to turn off the light whenever she decides to go snooping in her older sister’s room.

But instead of the empty room she expects, she’s greeted with her girlfriend sprawled out on her bed.

“Santana!” she gasps.

Santana glances up from her phone with a wide smile. “You’re home,” she greets happily, and something about the way she says that makes Brittany’s heart leap in her chest, bright and warm and yearning.

“Not that I’m not happy to see you or anything, because I am. I definitely am. But what are you doing here?” Brittany asks as she crosses the room, scrunching up her nose in thought. “I didn’t forget a date night did I? Because you know I’d never forget that, but I might have forgotten what day it is today so like—”

“Babe, breathe,” Santana laughs, reaching for Brittany’s hands and tugging her between her legs, “You didn’t forget a date.”

“Oh,” Brittany’s shoulders relax and she gives Santana a sheepish smile, “Good. I was worried there for a second.”

Santana chuckles and presses a kiss to Brittany’s knuckles. “You’re cute.”

Brittany rolls her eyes and sticks her tongue out. “But seriously.”

Santana scrunches her face up like Brittany’s the most adorable and most silly person in the world, and it makes something deep in Brittany’s chest hum in contentment. “We have that test in English tomorrow.” Brittany just stares blankly at Santana. “We decided we were going to hang out and study together during lunch, remember?”

Dance also sometimes makes her forget she has homework.

“Oh, I definitely remember that,” Brittany deadpans.

Santana laughs and shakes her head fondly, rubbing her thumbs across Brittany’s knuckles. “Sure you do.”

“I do!” Brittany protests but she can’t hide the grin tugging at her lips.

Santana just hums in amusement and tugs on Brittany’s hands until she half falls on her girlfriend. Warm lips are press to hers around a small smile and a mumbled hi. Brittany sighs and sinks into Santana’s soft kiss with a mumbled hi of her own. Sure, they’d kissed goodbye after school, but that was like a whole four hours ago, which is much too long in Brittany’s opinion. Santana seems to share that opinion because before she knows it, Santana’s hands have released hers and anchored on the back of her neck and at her waist, tugging Brittany fully down on her in a bruising kiss. Brittany follows willingly, Santana’s mouth warm and hot and demanding against hers, swallowing Santana’s soft groan and returning it with a whimper when Santana tugs her down onto her thigh and causes heat to curl low in Brittany’s stomach.

It isn’t until Brittany twists a little so she can run the hand not holding her up under the hem of Santana’s shirt that her body reminds her of how sore it is.

She breaks the kiss with a startled gasp when her back spasms at the move, falling off Santana and to the side with a pained whimper.

“Britt?” Santana breathes, rolling over so she’s hovering above Brittany with wide, worried eyes. Cool fingers press to a flushed cheek, gently tracing the length of Brittany’s sheepish smile.

“S’okay,” she mumbles, “My back’s just sore. And my legs. And my arms.”

“Aww, Britt,” Santana pouts, leaning over to peck Brittany’s cheek. “You wanna take a bath before we study?” Brittany’s stomach growls loudly, not to be forgotten. “And eat?” Santana laughs after a beat of silence.

Brittany pouts and makes a grab for Santana as she stands, just missing her arm. “Only if you join me,” she bargains with a winning smile.

Santana rolls her eyes but can’t hide the amusement in her dark eyes as she heads to the bathroom. “Manage to get out of your sports bra and we’ll see,” she teases.

“Score!” Brittany quietly cheers, pumping a fist in the air and immediately regretting it. She slowly sits up and strips; her sports bra proves to be the most difficult since it kind of hurts to raise her arms above her head, but she eventually manages it and wanders down the hall to the bathroom. The glass her and her sister use to rinse after brushing is filled with water and two ibuprofen sit beside it. Brittany sighs and smiles, her heart stuttering in how much she loves Santana, and quickly takes the pain killers.

Santana hears the door close and smiles over her shoulder, steam curling up around her body as she dips a hand in the water to check the temperature. Brittany quickly steps forward to wrap herself around her girlfriend, dropping soft kisses to her shoulder in appreciative thanks. Santana pats at Brittany’s arm wrapped around her torso with a wet hand, leaning forward to shut the water off and slipping out of Brittany’s hold so she can quickly strip too.

She steps in first before holding out a hand to help Brittany in after her, both of them sinking slowly into the steaming water, Santana slung against the end of the tub and Brittany slung against her body. Santana tugs her closer and they both sigh at the warmth surrounding them; there’s something comforting and intimate about feeling the other’s warm skin against their own, even when they have no other goal than to just relax together. Santana nuzzles into Brittany’s shoulder and presses a gentle kiss there, no intent behind the gesture as her hands firmly start to massage the soreness out of Brittany’s muscles.

Brittany feels all the tension ease out of her body in the wake of Santana’s touch, enough that she feels relaxed enough to crane her head back to catch Santana’s lips against hers. Santana hums into the kiss, her hands faltering at the feeling of Brittany’s mouth slanting hungrily against hers before they start moving again. Brittany can feel the desire from earlier start to curl again, and of course the exact moment she starts to turn into Santana her back decides to spasm painfully.

“Not again,” Brittany whines against Santana’s mouth, painfully twisting around and sinking back into Santana’s embrace with a pout.

“Poor baby,” Santana pouts teasingly, her breath ghosting along the shell of Brittany’s ear and causing her to shiver even in the steaming water.

“It’s your fault,” Brittany complains.

“Is it?” Santana whispers, her lips following the line of Brittany’s shoulder and making it decidedly hard to concentrate.

“Yeah, it is. You’re all hot and naked and stuff and I’m too sore to actually do anything about it.” A gentle nip to Brittany’s earlobe causes her brain to lose all coherent thought for a moment.

“Well, tomorrow’s Friday,” Santana husks into her ear, “Maybe you’ll be less sore then.”

“Hmm, maybe,” Brittany agrees with a small grin.

“And my mom’s working nights,” Santana adds conversationally.

Brittany’s grin turns wicked and she sinks back into her girlfriend, making sure to squirm enough that Santana sucks in a sharp breath and clutches desperately at Brittany, payback for all of Santana’s earlier teasing. “Then it’s a date.”

[jedipoodoo]

Hello! I've never done an ask before but I love your writings! Can you do a Tech x f!reader for these prompts 👉👈

Btw I can see Tech having a daughter, it just gives me the feels🥰

Person A and B’s first night home with their new baby. They’re both utterly exhausted, but whenever the baby is asleep, they can’t help but stay awake and just stare in complete love and wonder at the infant.

The bad batch come to meet the new baby. They bring gifts and meals to help out the exhausted new parents who greatly appreciate the help

Ahh thank you! 😊 💖

Aw, anon! Thank you so much for the kind words 🥰🥰

This request is....so soft 😭 and I love it sm. The last part with the rest of the Batch brings back so many memories from when my mom and my aunt's were having babies and the entire family would rally around the mom who was expecting 💕💕💕💕

I agree on Tech having a daughter tho, but the only hairstyle he has mastered is pigtails so that's all she wears. Semi-connected to my other Tech x Pregnant!Reader oneshot but the only real connection is that both stories have twins. Happy Tech Tuesday!

Notes: babies, breastfeeding, an overwhelming amount of cuteness, soft Tech. Thanks to @english-professor-mum, Tech's twins are named after Empress Teta (a powerful ruler from the days of Knights of the Old Republic), and Nomi Sunrider (a Jedi from the Old Republic)

Baby of Mine (Tech x Mother!Reader)

You were feeding one of the babies for the third time. How did they eat so much? Even Wrecker didn't eat this much.

"Shh, shh, ad'ika," Tech yawned beside you, his goggles propped up on the top of his head as he bounced the other baby in his arms. Nomi wanted to eat, and she didn't care if Teta was done yet or not.

"You can go to sleep, if you need to," You tried to tell him.

"And leave you to deal with these two on your own? Absolutely not."

"What happened to them being the most perfect beings you'd ever laid eyes on?" You teased.

Tech yawned again, "That was before they both cried for three hours straight and Hunter spilled my caff."

Teta made a sound that sounded a little bit like a burp, and pulled away.

"Switch," You tucked Teta into Tech's free arm and pulled down the other side of your shirt so that you could feed Nomi.

Nomi protested the sudden movement, determined to let the entire galaxy know just how unfair the whole situation was. How dare she have to wait to be fed while Teta dined to her heart's content?

"I know, I know," You smiled at her nonetheless, guiding her tiny mouth to the food source. She latched on instinctively, and her soft brown eyes went wide, staring up at you in silence. Could it be? Was this...was this food?

"There you go, eat it up," you encouraged her. Nomi didn't need any more convincing. She ate like a starving nexu.

Tech shook his head, Teta propped up against his shoulder. He rocked back and forth as he rubbed her back gently to help her get rid of the gas bubbles. Hunter and Crosshair had always done the back-patting technique, but Tech insisted that the rubbing in circles was a more efficient and effective method for ensuring baby's maximum comfort.

"Did you get the burp rag?" You asked him

Tech's eyes went wide, made more comical by the dark bags and the rings that showed where his goggles usually rested. Keeping one hand on Teta's back, he reached out with his hand to try and find the rag in the pile of blankets and pillows that made up your bed. Too late, he realized that he probably should have put his goggles back on before Teta spat up all over his shoulder.

Tech's nose crinkled at the unpleasant stench, and you had to keep yourself from laughing.

"Here," Using one arm, you lay two pillows next to each other, making a safe spot for Teta to rest while Tech cleaned up. Tech set her gently between the two pillows and put his goggles back on. You watched as he carefully stripped off his shirt, grumbled as some of the spit-up brushed his ear, rinsed it in the sink, and hung it up to dry.

He grabbed a relatively clean shirt from the floor (no one had the energy to do laundry lately) and pulled it on. You noticed it was one of your maternity shirts, so it somewhat fit him, wrinkling comically over his stomach.

Tech grabbed another handful of spit rags, putting them in a spot where he could easily see and grab them next time. Teta began to whimper. Now Nomi was the one getting all the attention while she was left alone and unloved in the middle of the bed.

"Yes, yes, my sarad'ika, I still love you," Tech scooped Teta up again and held her to his chest, leaning down to gently kiss her forehead. He leaned back against the pillows with a fresh rag draped across his shoulder, prepping to help Teta get rid of any more excess bubbles.

You watched Tech with starry eyes. Certainly nothing could be handsome than your husband holding your child while he wore the t-shirt you had worn two days ago.

Nomi detached with a satisfied sigh. She had fallen asleep in the middle of the feeding, and milk dribbled down her chin as you wrapped yourself up.

"Good job, baby, good job," You murmured, taking the rag Tech passed you.

Tech sighed as Teta began to hiccup.

You smiled, leaning your head against his shoulder. "I'm glad that you agree."

"They really are the most perfect children anyone could ask for." He whispered in disbelief, as if your daughter was an uncharted star and he was the first to discover it.

A knock on the bedroom door interrupted your family's "alone time", and Tech glared at the door for daring to disturb your babies. After making sure Teta was securely tucked into his arm, he got up to answer it.

It was his loving family (who else could it be). Hunter apologetically held out two mugs of caff, and Echo held a plate of casserole. You couldn't tell what it was, only that it was covered in your farm fresh cheese and smelled absolutely heavenly.

"How's it going?" Hunter whispered.

Omega couldn't hold it in any longer.

"Can I hold her?" she hissed, eyes glued to Teta.

Tech tried to hold back a smile. He nodded to the rocking chair in the corner, and Omega ducked beneath his arm and dove at the chair headfirst.

"Careful, 'Mega, that's hand-crafted Alderaanian woodworking, it's supposed to last until Hunter gets grand babies at least," Crosshair drawled with a grin.

"Stow it, Crosshair." The rest of them trickled into the room to stand around the bed while Tech carefully laid Teta in Omega's arms. She was an expert on holding babies at this point, Tech had made her practice with a blaster over and over again in the last month so she would be ready.

"Caff?" Hunter offered you the mug- it had a lid and a straw, perfect for spill-proofing. You traded the baby with him, letting Nomi get to know her ba'vod'u.

You took a long sip of caff, feeling a modicum of energy return to your bones after the utterly exhausting day.

With Teta safely settled in Omega's arms, Tech stretched out his arms and back and took the second coffee like a man dying of thirst on Tattooine. Echo stood over the rocking chair with Omega, keeping watch while Omega talked with Teta about nothing and everything and all in between.

"Oh, Tech! Get the holocam!" You sat up quickly.

Tech gave a jolt. Wrecker tossed him the holocam that was resting on the changing table. He had taken an infinite number of pictures during the delivery and after, but he'd almost completely forgotten to get pictures of his sister with her new nieces.

He took one of Omega with Teta, one with Omega and Nomi, Hunter and Nomi, Echo and Teta, Wrecker with Nomi and Teta cradled in the palms of his hands, he even caught one where Crosshair was smiling- smiling! -at Nomi while he held her. You didn't mind the surplus of holos. It left you plenty of time to eat the decadently cheesy delicacy the boys had brought you without Tech having to worry about your diet anymore.

Finally, this twins began to fuss again. In all seriousness, it was nap time, though Tech looked as if he could use a nap himself, and so could you.

The family filed out obediently, leaving you in silence once more.

"We should put them in the crib," Tech murmured, looking down at the babies on your bed. Nomi and Teta were facing each other, Nomi's hand on top of Teta's, although they didn't have the cognitive function to hold each other's hand yet.

"We should," You agreed, resting your head in your hand. Though it almost seemed a shame to pull them apart from each other.

"Or..." Tech thought it over, "We could just let them rest here. Surround them with pillows and blankets so we don't roll on top of them."

You nodded, and slowly began to gather the pillows and blankets into your arms without taking your eyes off the twins.

"Let me," Tech took the bedding from you and stacked it around the babies carefully while you lay back on the bed.

"You know," He said, absently caressing the side of Nomi's head, "It's actually quite beneficial for newborn infants to sleep near their parents."

"For the newborn? Or the parents?" you teased.

Tech smiled back at you, carefully leaning over your children peacefully sleeping to kiss your forehead.

"Both."

[4dtk]

heloo! can I request hand-holding (3), kisses (6, 12) hugs (32) and touching (12) with renjun, thank uu^^

why do my renjun drabbles always end up so long LOL . btw age old kiss under the mistletoe <3 never too early for x’ams imagines i guess LOL, enjoy!!!

hand-holding, 3: cold hands in warm hands

hugs, 32: long-lasting hugs

kisses, 6 & 12: slow kisses, kisses on the corner of their mouth

touching, 12: pushing a strand of hair behind their ear

renjun’s eyes couldn’t leave yours. well, more of your body as you talked with mark, gesturing grandly about his new single that he dropped. he remembers you playing it whenever you met up, rapping the lyrics back to him that only had renjun groaning in embarrassment. staring around the room, he scans over the members in the party with a smile. having had taken a rest from the all the alcohol earlier, he was glad to be left alone to his… indulgences where no one could interrupt him.

“hey.”

“gah! wh- what the hell?” haechan shocks him out of his stupor, easily avoiding a smack on the back from renjun. his laughter gains attention from others, but otherwise they just return a cheeky laugh back while conversing. soon, the other is able to pick up on his loneliness, partially blaming it on the crazy challenge he dared renjun to do earlier. the partial reason, however..

“are you ever going to confess to (y/n)?” haechan raises a brow.

“keep it down! christ, hyuck. just because some members here have their partners on their arms doesn’t mean i should rush to make (y/n) mine.”

“oh, but you’re so obvious that it’s tiring to watch,” haechan sighs, taking a swig of his drink. the both of them admire the theme of the party for a little bit, red and green decorations hung from the spacious dorm, held on the fifth floor because they were the ‘cleanest’ (against jungwoo’s wishes and with kun’s agreement, they settled for an early celebration on the 23rd).

the speakers blasted christmas music, no doubt from the talented mr. bublé who was a compulsory artist to listen to, along with other renditions of christmas songs that just felt good. fairy lights from the members’ rooms were brought to be set up. plus, with ten’s recent sunset light purchase that he bought for the felines, the room was soon bathed in joyous lighting that could rival decorations outside.

“dude. the members had to have their partners fly in because they’re both so busy. (y/n)’s already there, c’mon the opportunity is right there — and this is the one time you’re able to unwind and relax. just go for it, man,” haechan is relaxed and laid-back, haven’t yet experienced the palpitations whenever one looks at their crush. the only exception was probably a rookie idol back then, but that was old news.

“if you happen to want to cuddle or fuck later, we’ll leave you alone.” this time, renjun was able to land a punch to his shoulder, expression turned into a scowl.

“you’re right, i guess. i’ll see what i can do.”

a gasp, “renjun admitting i’m right? rare.” renjun gives the other a lighter smack with a smile, chugging down the last bit of his water before heading over to you. he feels like he’s walking through snow whenever he wants to get to you, the resistance strong with each step. curling and uncurling his fingers, he loosened his freezing hands as you wrap up the conversation with mark.

“renjun! have a good rest? donghyuck was trying to avoid you for the past fifteen minutes, because he knew you’d get another headache if he talked to you.”

“i’m having one right now,” renjun jokes, emphasising his point by rubbing some fingers on his temple.

your laugh is like first snow. or like the heater that’s currently fuelling the house with heat. he isn’t sure what to choose, but he knows he likes it and wants to make you laugh more.

“do you need to rest again? i’ll promise i’ll be quiet-“

“delivery?” someone calls out. with a shout, you’re already at the door, receiving another batch of booze since the grocery shopping you went on earlier severely underestimated how much these boys can drink. “oh- uh-“ renjun swoops in like prince charming, hand brushing over yours while he steps forward to help you. they tingle like electricity, deciding against pulling away which would leave you to struggle.

“miss (l/n) (y/n) and mr huang renjun. please freeze in your place,” haechan’s annoying voice penetrates throughout all the conversation happening and you swear the man beside you mutters a curse as you two try to haul the booze past the member. “place the beer down. you aren’t going anywhere, anyway.”

before any of you can ask for an explanation, he points above you which displayed a mistletoe. “surprise!”

the delivery man’s voice scares you, until you realise it’s johnny, hidden under a very smart disguise of a fake moustache and a replica of the uniform. your mouth hangs open even when johnny squeezes past you with the booze effortlessly hanging from one arm, sighing inaudibly at the absence of the heavy drinks.

“so?” the members are looking at you expectedly like they’re watching a movie. there’s endless thoughts swirling in your mind even when renjun grabs your hand with his timid one, but it calms you down just a little when he brushes a thumb over your skin. it’s like you’re waiting for the director to yell out ‘cut!’; even you thought you’d do better on a movie set.

“(y/n)-“

he’s cut off by your lips crashing onto his, garnering a few ooohs and ahhs, including the satisfied smiles and sighs of relief. renjun’s lips taste like a mixture of the candy cane drink he spat out earlier, and some whiskey with coke. it’s a confusing taste, but with the pace your lips are moving with each other, it allows you to draw out every other time you imagined kissing huang renjun.

it doesn’t even come close, if you’re being honest and even if you’re standing in front of countless other men he calls his members in a ridiculously sized k-pop group. renjun deepens the kiss when he turns his head, cold, but clammy hands coming up the cup your cheeks. they shock you for just a bit and there’s a shameless smile into the kiss as renjun continues to deliver pecks onto your own.

he chuckle and it sounds like well-written christmas movies, or the very first listen to michael bublé’s christmas album. you aren’t sure what to choose, but you know you like it and want to make him chuckle more.

in a blink of an eye, you’ve grabbed his hand, heading straight for one of the rooms that you often see when renjun’s gaming with haechan. you recognise it straight away from the set-up and in a rush to shut the door, you stumble just a bit before meeting the hard wood of the door in a roar of laughter.

“great, now they’ve locked two people out,” haechan nudges johnny.

“three!” johnny’s partner calls from the doorway, which makes the living room shake in another round of cheers, getting back into the natural flow of things before everything got interrupted by a plant. faintly, you hear them ask if the plan worked, and haechan’s prideful answer right after.

slowly, you peek out of your hiding spot being your hands. renjun’s eyes shine, “so you like me.” it comes out flatter than he expected and he winces.

you snort, taking a step closer to him on the door, half leaning on it. without any prompting, the other’s arms encircle your waist, now pulling you flush against him while your head rest on his front. the next moments are spent in comfortable silence, the rowdy party going on outside giving you a little of a main character moment. your breathing syncs up, chest expanding and contracting with the deep breaths you take. there’s always a puff of mist leaving your lips, but it appears less now that you’re in your crush’s arms.

“yeah. i like you,” you nod, coming to face him after the tight embrace. his fingers touch your cheek experimentally and you flinch, the pads freezing cold to the touch. maybe it’s because he didn’t touch whiskey for the past half ’n hour. gently, you take his hands in yours. “why’re you always freezing?”

“ugh. you figured me out. tactic to get you to hold my hands.” throwing your head back in a silent laugh, you shake your head in disbelief.

“at least you haven’t caught on to me, holding your hands down so you won’t have to-” a kiss to one corner of his mouth. “restrict me from-” another to the other. “doing this.” lastly to his lips.

renjun entertains your dramatic flair with his jaw hung open. it doesn’t last long, though. “why would i restrict you from doing that?” you shrug, letting go of his hands now that they gained sufficient warmth. renjun silently decides it’s not enough, but first, he wants to kiss you again. his fingers are less freakishly cold now, brushing against your skin to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. it sits there obediently, dissimilar with the way you did it. ‘it always falls out!’ you want to tell him later, but first, you want to kiss him again.

“huang renjun, you drive me crazy.” grinning, renjun knows it’s your way of confessing before his lips collide with yours with the fervour that hallmark movies lacked, and ironically, a plot which hallmark movies embodied. and just like that, you wish you could hold a pause icon over your head, because you wanted this to last for as long as it could.

[chenziee]

There are sparks between us

First one for this batch of requests! (I really should stop pretending they’re going to be “drabbles”, I haven’t written a single one that could pass for a drabble)

Thank you so much @detective1412d​ for the prompt! This... might not be what you had in mind but I hope you like it! <33 (I absolutely love your username btw, just needed you to know that)

Requests are still open, please refer to this post for more info :)

[Read on AO3 or under the cut]

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Even when he was only just nearing the little house where he and the Straw Hats had taken shelter after the battle with Doflamingo, Law could tell it was noisy. That could only mean that Straw Hat was finally awake and a wave a relief washed over him. It wasn’t like Straw Hat sleeping the past few days away was unexpected after the strain on his body, and Law had checked his condition regularly to make sure everything was alright, but hearing his laughter was still a weight off of his shoulders.

He could do without the noise but he supposed that was just a part of the package with these pirates and their captain. Just couldn’t do the simplest of things quietly.

Law was surprised at the chuckle that had escaped him at the thought. When did he become so… fond of these people? He quickly wiped the smile off of his face, schooling his expression back to neutral as he reached out to open the door.

“Torao!” Straw Hat greeted him immediately. “Where did you go?”

Looking in the direction of the voice, Law was surprised to no find the other Straw Hats or the samurai sitting at the at the table but instead, Fire Fist Ace and the revolutionary army chief of staff were there with Straw Hat himself. What he wasn’t surprised about, however, was seeing his fellow pirate captain stuffing his face with food, his head barely visible behind the mountain in front of him. At least he swallowed his food before he tried to talk to Law.

“Just checking on the marines,” Law replied, leaning Kikoku against the wall and pushing his hood away from his face.

“Boring,” Straw Hat said in response.

“Someone has to do it since you people don’t seem to give a damn,” Law noted, raising a challenging eyebrow but Straw Hat only stuck his tongue out at him, making Law huff out a small laugh.

“The navy can suck it,” Fire Fist said as he stole a chicken leg right from under Straw Hat’s fingers, earning himself loud protests from his younger brother. A second later, a pipe came to land against the side of Ace’s head. The man clicked his tongue and dropped the chicken back on the pile with a huge pout.

Sabo smiled in approval, then finally reacted to Ace’s words, “Yeah, they don’t seem all too eager to catch us anyway.”

“That’s because gambler old man isn’t a bad guy,” Straw Hat said, nodding seriously to himself as he grabbed the chicken leg that Ace had tried to steal.

As if that made any difference. “He’s still an admiral. They’re going to move sooner or later,” Law sighed, ruffing Straw Hats hair on his way to grab some water.

The other pirate only snickered, letting his head fall so far back that Law’s neck hurt at the sight. “But Torao, it’s not like we can’t beat them.”

 Before Law could say anything, Sabo interrupted him, “You’re not fighting an admiral, Luffy. Not now when you’re still recovering.”

“Exactly, Luffy. I’m the one who’s going to fight him,” Ace agreed in a grave voice.

“Neither of you is fighting the admiral!” Sabo snapped, and Law was glad at least one of these brothers seemed to be remotely sane.

Is what he thought at least, before Luffy whined, “Not fair, you already fought him, Sabo!”

His words were closely followed by Ace rolling his eyes and huffing, “You just want to fight him yourself.”

“What can I say, it’s my job to pick fights with the government,” Sabo said with a grin, shrugging as if what he had said made perfect sense.

Law sighed. How and why did he get involved with these people? “How about no one is fighting the admiral,” he said, voice perfectly flat as he shot them all a glare.

“You’re no fun.” Straw Hat announced, sounding as sulky as Law had ever hear him and looking back at Law with a huge pout on his lips.

Law felt the corner of his mouth twitch upward. How was this idiot so cute? Moving away from the counter, Law took the two steps that separated them and leaned down, briefly pressing his lips to Luffy’s. It was just a quick peck, but only when the soft touch of skin sent jolts down his spine, making his heartbeat speed up like crazy, did Law realize what he had just done. He kissed Luffy.

He kissed Luffy.

They barely even had time to talk about this… thing between them—really only had a minute in the middle of the battle, back on the roof while Luffy’s haki recovered—just enough for some hurried confessions. Luffy was asleep the entire time after and Law wasn’t even entirely sure he felt the same way.

He was honestly starting to panic a little bit.

Taking a deep breath, Law finally stood up straight, moving as if on autopilot to drop into the last available chair at the table. Not like he could do much about it now except try to play it cool, after all. Especially when the silence suddenly hanging over the room was getting unbearable. He hoped his expression wasn’t betraying the battle that was raging in his mind but hell, he couldn’t even look anyone of them in the face. Mostly, he just didn’t want to know what expression Luffy was wearing right then so he only focused on the mug in his hands, taking a long sip of his water just to have an excuse to close his eyes.

He was brought back to reality when he felt something warm touch his cheek and his eyes shot open. It took him a second to realize what just happened. That Luffy had kissed him back. When he turned to look to the side, he came face to face with that bright, wide grin and he didn't bother stopping the small, soft smile that pulled on his own lips right then; the warm feeling in his chest and his stomach, the ghost of Luffy's touch on his lips and cheek… It was too much, too impossible to fight.

Plus, he didn't want to fight it anyway. Luffy reciprocating his feelings made him feel light, made him feel safe, made him happy, and Law was done running away from things that made him happy just because he was too scared to lose them.

He wasn't going to lose this one thing even if it killed him.

Suddenly, the comfortable warmth Law was feeling disappeared, only to be replaced by the unbearable heat coming from the wall of fire in his face. Law jerked back on reflex, nearly falling off of his chair in the process.

“Ace, stop!” came Luffy’s voice from somewhere on the other side of the fiery wall.

Law as well turned to look at him questioningly; the only possible suspect was glaring right back at him, an unspeakable fury written all over his face while his entire right arm was engulfed in flames. Even his hair was on fire.

“You touch my little brother again and I will burn your face off,” Ace growled, making the wall grow even larger to prove his point.

Law rolled his eyes. Talk about an overreaction.

Sabo’s hand landed on Ace’s shoulder a moment later. “Calm down, Ace, or you’re going to burn down the house,” he said, voice sounding soothing.

Law almost thanked him, but when he looked at the revolutionary’s face, there was a cold smile there and that was honestly a lot more terrifying than whatever Ace was show him.

“Just leave it to me, I’ll crush his head like an egg for robbing Luffy of his first kiss,” the man added, his hand already coated in Armament haki.

As if Law was about to stick around for that.

With a sigh, Law coated his own arm in haki and reached through the flames to grab at Straw Hat. “Shambles,” he said lazily and immediately, the two of them found themselves on the roof, the two enraged screams only a muffled echo from down below.

“Your power is always so cool,” Straw Hat breathed as soon as he found his footing after the sudden change of scenery.

“Thanks,” Law replied with a chuckle at the stars that were dancing in Luffy’s eyes. He was seriously too cute. However, his amusement soon died down when he remembered what Sabo had said and he frowned, his gaze turning to quizzical. “Was that really your first kiss?” he asked slowly.

Straw Hat cocked his head to the side, a confused expression finding its way on his face. “Yeah?”

A feeling of dread and shame washed over Law. He really fucked up there, didn’t he? “I’m sorry,” he said, trying to sound as sincere as he could.

“Why?”

Law paused, staring blankly at the honest, bemused frown on Luffy’s face that accompanied the simple question. Did he seriously not understand why Law was apologizing?

“For stealing your first kiss?” he tried, gesturing vaguely between them. “And without asking,” he added, making a face at his own stupidity. Why didn’t he realize what he was about to do until after it happened?

“Why?” Straw Hat asked again, pausing for a second before continuing, “I mean, it’s not a big deal, right? I don’t know why Ace and Sabo reacted like that. And I like you and I liked it so it’s a good thing, isn’t it?”

Law blinked. Luffy wasn’t wrong but it… sounded a little too simple. Looking into Luffy’s eyes, Law couldn’t see any hint of uncertainty or any sign that he didn’t mean every single word he had said and out of nowhere, Law felt like he was the stupid one.

He couldn’t help it. He laughed, suddenly feeling so light and calm. Maybe he really shouldn’t be thinking too hard about things, especially where this idiot was concerned. It wasn’t like he bothered to think anything through, after all.

With a crooked smile still on his face, Law leaned forward, his fingers gently brushing Luffy’s cheek before they buried in his soft hair. He ignored the shouts of his name and death threats coming from the two brothers who were now running all around the house looking for them, only focusing on the grin on Luffy’s face and the warmth of his gaze. “Then I better do it more often,” he whispered only a second before their lips connected once more.

The kiss was slower this time, soft and innocent and making those damn butterflies in Law’s stomach go crazy. He really was so gone for this man. He couldn’t help but remember the time after they had left the auction house on Sabaody two years ago, the one where he met Luffy for the first time. After all was said and done, Shachi had looked at him with this stupid grin on his face and called Law smitten.

Law had just rolled his eyes and told him not to be an idiot but he wondered, if the same conversation happened now, whether he would be able to say anything against the accusation. Hell, maybe Shachi was right even then. Maybe Law was taken in by his brightness, the life he was radiating, and his reckless willingness to fight the entire world for the people he cared about. He couldn’t deny he was drawn to him ever since they first met.

Finally, they pulled away from each other, both out of breath and with smiles on their faces, and Law thought to himself that it might have been unavoidable. Unavoidable for Luffy to save him, both metaphorically and literally, for Law to fall in love, for the two of them being here, kissing on the roof while Luffy’s brothers went through several stages of mental breakdown below them.

And Law would go through everything that had happened in the past week all over again just for this moment.

[murderenthusiasts]

@frank-a-mori-son Darling, anything for you.

I'm still figuring out that ship and Quentins personality, but what I've seen on tumblr with them is amazing. I should probably watch Nightmare on Elm's Street again, because it had been years (and all i remember is that Freddy is a dick).

Under the cut I'm adding second version, because i couldn't decide between them 😏

Oh, BTW, that was the last one of the first batch of ships 👀 Next time maybe we will do it differently, for example you will also give me a prompt? But for now, enjoy that fleet.

[yandere-sins]

hii!! i'm in love with your art! is it ok if i request Ribbons with Dimitri? i hope youre doing ok btw uwu

Honestly, my last two weeks were pretty much rock bottom but I am feeling a sense of relief atm since something I’ve been dragging around for years just got resolved. So right now? Doing pretty good actually, thanks, I hope you are healthy and happy as well ♥ Thanks for your request :D

Ribbons - “This hairstyle is so cute for you!... Hm? Oh sorry, the duct tape fabric is muffling your gratitude.”

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The point of no return had long passed you by, leaving you behind at this end of the road that was Dimitri’s love. How had you ended up here? Hadn’t there been any other way this could have gone? Those questions bothered you day in, day out, from sunrise to sunset, and then throughout the night as well.

You wished for an explanation, hoped to get answers by reaching deep inside your memories. Still, alas, it was a vain endeavor, as the only thing you could ever think of was that it must have been your own fault. Truly, you had just wanted to be kind and supportive. Your motives were as pure as the water of a running stream, and yet, they had brought you into the worst possible kind of predicament.

Outside the cave you were hidden away in, war raged. People fled, and soldiers died while you were bound to a chair, waiting silently in the darkness until your captor returned. Every time he left, you were scared he wouldn’t come back. And every time he returned, you wished he hadn’t.

There was nothing human about Dimitri anymore. Whatever had eaten away on him - and you wished to know what it was and even more so how to cure it so he might regain the grip on himself - had made him to something akin to a monster. Every day he touched you with his bloodied hands after coming back from the war he was raging against everyone, sullying you in something akin to a love that only a desensitized humanoid like him could feel. Other days, he simply passed out on the bed of straw he had collected in a corner, leaving you to fight your demons and fears until he woke up.

His voice brought shivers down your spine, and the smell of iron caused a nauseous lump in your throat. Every day, you were hoping that his touch would be gentle, that the tender gestures wouldn’t bruise and wrench you apart, and yet, you found yourself disappointed that this wasn’t the case. Whenever you saw an opportunity to flee, you felt his gaze on your back; the gaze of a predator not too shy to break your legs.

And yet, as painful as it was for you, Dimitri found comfort in your presence.

Even if his touch hurt, when he used a cloth to wash you down, making sure you wouldn’t be bloody when he woke up the next day, he’d smile softly, like a happy boy, glad to assist. He’d tell you gruesome tales as if they were read out of books, and though you couldn’t eat a bite with him near, he was patient in feeding you, even if you made the food fall to the ground in anger.

Those mundane things, paired with the eeriness of the candle-lit cave and the constant feeling of losing all your senses to the lack of stimulation you had aside from Dimitri, were the worst thing of all to you. And you were sure, even death couldn’t have been as cruel as Dimitri was, keeping you as his own little secret, hidden away from anyone as well as his own disturbed mind.

Even though time was a concept now that you couldn’t witness it anymore, you were sure it had been a while that you last saw the outside. It was as apparent as the growth of hair on your head. Back when you had been an active soldier, you didn’t like keeping it as long as it was now. It simply wasn’t sustainable, and frankly, a nuisance. But now, it had long started dropping off your shoulders, and you wondered why you even bothered to entertain the thought of cutting it still.

Clearly, that had something to do with Dimitri’s new obsession with making sure you were prepared. Prepared for what? You wondered that yourself. Not even he could brag with great hair befitting a king, but he was still keen on combing through yours.

At first, he had done it with his fingers. Terrible nails, paired with a non-existent sense of being gentle, caused at least as much hair to be ripped out as it fell out naturally from the stress you were experiencing. What followed was more torture with a comb he picked up from some dead farmers, paired with tears and screams and unhappiness for you both. And yet, he always came back to preening, preparing you for something you might not live long enough for to find out if these conditions went on.

“This hairstyle is so cute for you!” Dimitri chuckled, and you could only guess from all the tugging, and less oily hair slapped to your temples that he was holding back a good batch of it. But what could you say? With your mouth gagged with a miserable piece of cloth that you were clenching between your lips for far too long now, you couldn’t have answered to that even if you had wanted to. Right?

You didn’t realize until the moment it was out that you let out the muffled equivalent to an angry shout, entirely the fault of a mood swing at that moment. Your eyes widened as you felt your voice crack and your throat split painfully inside from the unusual loud utterance.

The pulling at your hair that had continued up to this point stopped, fingers halting their work to put every strand over his hand individually. It went quiet enough in the cave to hear the candle flame flickering, but your own heartbeat shut down any other sound that might have closed in on you. You didn’t just feel it jumping in your chest, but also pounding in your ears the same way it would if you were to ride out into battle and just before it was about to start.

That’s how you always felt; it was a constant battle with Dimitri.

“Hm?” Dimitri questioned as if you had asked him something he didn’t catch while he was so busy pulling out your hairs. “Oh, sorry, the fabric is muffling your gratitude.”

Before you could flinch a muscle, you felt his finger dig between the cloth and your cheek, the strain painfully cutting into the corner of your mouth. But before long, the fabric simply pulled loose, falling into your lap soaked with your spit, pulling strings of saliva with it. Without it, you were free to speak your mind and saved from your jaw unable to close or open properly, and yet, there was nothing you could have said right that moment.

Instead, you shivered uncontrollably as Dimtri grabbed you on both sides of your chin, lifting your face to meet his, cheeks briefly rubbing against each other. You hated it! You wanted all of this to stop! And yet...

“Now, tell me again what you thought, my Love.”

... gripping your chin so tightly...

“You can tell me everything. I adore you. Speak to me. Do it. DO IT!”

... you were scared that one of these days, your body would simply snap from this love he swore to you.

[You can find the prompt list here]

[mrfandomwars]

hi it’s irresponsibility101 i promise i’m working on the prompt but i’m extraordinarily tired and it is very quickly running away from me and also they won’t let me send asks from my side blog—

i have a horrible horrible plot bunny regarding korriban and vox that hasn’t left me alone so now i’m sharing it with you, have fun!

fox finds out about something he shouldn’t have somehow and palpafuck decided to be creative in his murder methods and sends him off korriban. vox is a thing that happens. i don’t know how, but it does. fox doesn’t die but also has various sith planet(/stress) induced hallucinations that are very fun and angsty and probably involves his batchmates + rex. that’s it, that’s all i’ve got.

anyway i’m just now remembering that you said to talk about your fics and this... isn’t but i think i was looking at one of your quotes when i came up with it so eh it’s probably related enough.

Hi Elz (@irresponsibility101)!!!!!! And no worries about the prompt, take your time, and the ask thingy, it's fine! Sorry for taking a while to answer, got busy soon after you sent the ask!

Which quote btw?

Idea Under Cut!↴

Ooooooooo honestly, you just gave me the vision of Quinlan finding Fox a guy he had a crush on while on a mission (possibly the one where he 'fell' to get in Dooku's good side) and finds Fox, who people fought that died while protecting the Chancellor at home, who clearly hasn't eaten or drank anything in a while (while possibly either stuck in a room or chained somewhere, or both) and clealry being affected by the force.

Yada yada yada, Quinlan claims he wants to keep Fox as a pet, so he gets to bring him to the Separatist space, yada yada yada, Fox is recovering physically while refusing to speak to the guy he likes Quinlan bc "Traitor!" and also dealing with memories of hallucinations of both his vode being hurt and denouncing him, maybe even of them hurting him, AND the fact that he can now interact with Dead Sith Ghosts and see them in the Force, and them maybe being like 'You are slightly Force Sensitive, so you will be our apprentice' (which results in Fox learning stuff from the Dark Side of the Force, which he doesn't use, he just now knows what to do Just In Case) and then slowly discovering things that Palpatine did (maybe even the chips after a Sith commented that they were being 'kind' by offering him to join them willingly instead of activating the inhibitor chips) because what he found out wasn't actually anything to do with the Sith, maybe he discovered that Palpatine didn't pay his taxes in a while or whatever.

Long story short, Quinlan breaks cover when he discovers that Fox may possibly know who the Sith Master behind the War is because *stuff* and takes Fox away from there, and basically they go on a run away from Separatists while being hunted down, especially bc only a few minutes before Quinlan left Serenno had Palpatine learned that Quinlan had 'bought' a clone Marshall commander, not any, the one in charge of Coruscant, that was believed to be dead and was 'keeping him' as a 'pet'.

Anyway, they go on the run, all the while dealing with the temptation of falling bc of all the bullshit they suffered/were forced to do + the fact that they are being followed by literally Sith Ghosts also, the Jedi Order are trying to find them, because Quinlan's last message was literally 'Found someone who knows who the Sith Master is, breaking cover' and then didn't reply to any message or anything like that, for weeks, they thought he was dead.

Until he sends a message again with maybe the chip info, which possibly leads to the Bad Batch + our favourite Domino duo + Alpha-17 who was there bc it was a high stake mission and they needed the best of the best (members depending) being on the run with them (does it involve Alpha-17 watching over Fox bc even though he was recovery, he isn't still fully recovered), yada yada yada, final fight scenes where the group reconnects with a group of Jedi and clones (possibly Anakin, Ahsoka and Obi-Wan plus the main clones from 212th and 501st (or maybe the whole battalions), which includes Rex and Cody obviously) a bit before they arrive in Coruscant to confront Palpatine, yada yada, they arrive, join maybe Mace and Plo and Aayla, maybe, and other Jedi and clones to take down Sidious, yada yada yada, Palpatine is extra dead, the Jedi away from the Republic, Fox is stuck for an extra week in the healing ward recovering while being watched over by his Vode and Jedi (including his boyfriend, Quinlan, because hey definitely started dating while on the run, sorry, I don't make the rules).