#was it casual when i allowed you on my ship and we stayed together for almost a week

[gingerale2017]

OOOOOOOOO I CAN FEEL THORNE AND CINDER GETTING EDITED TO CASUAL I CAN FEEL IT IN ME BONES AHHH

[nightmare-niko]

Ateez reaction to “What Are We?” [Maknae line]

A/n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY MINGI!!— i literally couldn’t come up with anything for Wooyoung. BUT I did kinda get carried away with Jonghos so it’s like way longer than the others! Sorry not sorry:3

Warnings: San being husband material, mingi being baby girl… no Wooyoung… FLIRTY Jongho, alcohol consumption.

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Choi San:

It was late at night you and your best friend San decided to get food out instead of staying inside all clay. You weren’t in the mood to eat anything particularly fancy, and San wasn't in the mood to change out of his sweats. This could only mean one thing - convienient store.

You and San walked together to the nearby convenient store by your house. When San casually slipped his hand into yours, you didn’t think anything of it. You weren’t too big on skin ship, but he was and you learned to get used to it over the years. His hand was almost never not in yours, you honestly loved it now.

The two of you entered the shop, letting go of each other’s hands to get your respective cravings. When you meet back up at the counter you try (and fail) to fight San over paying.

You cross your arms over your chest, "you never let me pay for anything." You pout as you watch him complete the payment.

"Cry about it," he shrugs.

“Young man youre such a good boyfriend!” An old lady calls from behind the two of you. The comment leaves both of you shocked. You smile politely and push yourself into him, pinching him hard in the waist.

San picks up the bag of your things, cocky smile plastered on his face.

“I know, she’s so lucky to have me. Right?” He jokes and the two of you walk away.

You laugh gently, “Why does everyone think were dating??”

San stops in his tracks. “Are we not?!”

"I don’t know?! Are we?" You ask back, matching his energy.

"I could have swore we were…"He turns to face you, rubbing his chin in confusion.

You shrug, "I guess | missed the memo... you never asked me… How long have we been dating?"

"I’d say since that day in Kindergarten when we got married at recess." He throws his free arm over your shoulder.

You nod, "That checks out.”

Song Mingi:

His face was absolutely priceless. You were convinced that you had to pick his jaw up from the floor and reattach it.

He stutters a bit, "You’re asking me??" He brings his hand up to point at himself.

Laughter erupted within you. "No, the guy behind you— yes you Mingi!"

You warched the blush flood his cheeks, "Well I don't know-what are we?” He smiled down at you sheepishly.

"i'm asking you!" You poke his chest.

"I like you... A lot, if that's what you’re asking.”

You couldn't help but coo at the man before you. "I like you too!” You pause, "wanna date?"

"Like really?". Like yourse not messing with me, right?" You were sure his face was going to start Steaming,

You laugh again, "Mingi. I am not messing withyou, Let's date.

"A-Are you sure?"

“Oh my goodness! Song Mingi!" You grab him by his face, squishing his cheeks. “Do. You. Want. To. Be. My. Boyfriend?”

"I— uh I can manage that,” his normally loud voice was reduced to a whisper.

“See was that so hard?”

Choi Jongho:

Choi Jongho was your best friends brother. You'd know each other for years, you saw each other in all of your embarassing school phases. You found him extremely hot. But since you were merely his little sisters best friend… there was no way he round you any sort of attractive, you were sure of it... Right?

Just because there was zero chance of him finding you attractive, that didn't mean you didn’t find him hot. (I mean look at him). Any time you had the displeasure of being in close proximity to him you barley made it out dive, he was just too hot.

Since you were so close with the Choi family, you frequently joined them on vacations. For summer break, you decided all take a trip to the beach, you and F/N were attached at the hip the whole night before and morning of. Now all of you were in the hotel lobby, waiting to get into your rooms. Mrs. Choi hands Jongho one room card.

There was only two room cards, “kids room and parents room,” they called it.

How were you going to spend a week sharing, a room with the hottest man youve ever seen in your whole life Jongho.

“Ew! We have to share a room with Jongho??” F/N complained, groaning at her brother.

“Oh relax, the room has three beds, plenty room for the three of you, you'll be perfectly fine sharing a room.”

“You act like you’re not the messiest one out of the three of us…” Jongho teases his sister.

"Guys who cares, let's just unpack and go get drinks, we’re on vacation.” You try to stop the impending sibling battle unfolding before you. F/N blows a raspberry at Jongho before grabbing her things and stomping away, leaving you and the man of your dreams behind.

“She knows I still have the room key, right?”

*

You and Jongho are (once again) watching F/N fumble around your shared hotel room.

"Are you almost ready? We’re gonna leave without you.” Jongho sighs, crossing his muscular arms over his chest. You were staring. He looks over to you quickly before coughing to snap you back into reality. The two of you lock eyes before Jungno smirks and looks away. You swear you could faint right then and there.

"F/N you have 30 seconds or we’re leaving!!”

Her frazzled voice calls out from the bathroom. “You can leave without me I’ll be there quick I promise!!”

"Well then," you clap, slinging your bag over your shoulder. “You heard the lady, beach bar here we come!" You exit the room with Jongho trailing right behind you. The two of you enter, the elevator to go down to the lobby.

Normally, you would have been nervous to be alone with Jongho, but the Idea of you hanging out with him sounded so much better than waiting god knows how long for your friend.

"I saw you staring, you know..." Jongho states, so casually you almost don’t register what he had said.

“I don't know what youre talking about...” Your eyes meet his gaze his gaze, his eyes seeped in an energy that made you giddy.

"I don't mind, as long as you don't mind me staring.”

Your eyes nearly pop right out of your skull, "stare at me??”

He laughs gently. “Yes you, who else would I be talking to?”

You are at a total loss for words, "I just— uh wasn't expecting you to say that.”

The elevator doors ding open. Jongno just shrugs, "Fair is fair, beautiful." He walks away, leaving you stunned.

*

The two of you settled into a booth together, ordering your favorite drinks and a side of fries. The loud beachy music played on the speakers, the smells of the ocean in the air, the sounds of the waves crashing. This was awesome.

Jongho leans over to you, "Let's make a bet.”

You turn and look at him, he's a lot closer than you expected. “What are we betting on?”

"How late my sisters going to be.”

You make a noise in acknowiegment, “what’s on the line?"

"Winners choice."

"Ooh that sound dangerous~" You begin to imagine what you'd ask for if you won.

He scoffs playfully, "Uh! Keep your mind out of the gutter!”

“Oh c'mon that's no fun then! Why tell me urs winner’s choice if you’re going to restrict my creative genius??” You whine at him annoyingly.

"Having restrictions in place is for my safety, for your information.” He defends.

"Oh yeah?" You're beginning to feel bolder, maybe it was the alcohol. You lean closer to him, "You're got these big strong musces and youre scared of What I’d do to you?"

He hums, light blush paints his skin. "Even with these muscles don't think l'd be able to resist you."

The two of you sit in silence for a second, before you both crack lovestruck smiles. You even giggle a bit. Eventually, you make your bet, ordering more drinks while you waited. You weren't a light weight and neither was Jongho, that didn't mean the alcohol wasn’t running through your systems. You were tipsy, of course you were! Who doesn't get tipsy on the beach with the man of your dreams Choi Jongho?? You had gotten more food to share as you waited. 5 minutes turned into 10, which turned into 15. Your one Piña colata turned into two and you probably are most of those Fries by your self.

But finally— there She was. You watched her walk through the doorway and scan the area for you. You saw-from the corner of your eye- that Jongho had checked the time on his phone. When his gaze met yours, his eyes were full of defeat.

"Looks like i won!" You smile at him cockily now all you needed to do was think of what you wanted. The world was your oyster, your options were endless. But you couldn’t think of that just yet.

Your friend was famously a light weight. So it didn't take long before she was making Friends with any pretty girl she saw (so real of her).

“Have you thought of my punishment yet?” His voice was sly, he was teasing you.

“Honestly?" you hum, looking over at him. He nods, encouraging you to continue. “I can’t think of anything…”

“Ah! That’s no fun! Come on beautiful, think." He moves a piece of your hair back into place.

You crumble, “jeez Jongho, you’re gonna have me asking ‘what are we’ if you keep that up.”

“Go ahead, I think it’s obvious what I want us to be.”

To be continued

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[rainbowwrare]

So I've seen a lot of discourse around some of the arcane ships and I felt like throwing my opinion into the ring too

I will preface this by saying I think shipping is fine, I am a casual shipper of both Jayce/Viktor (Though I think a queerplatonic relationship could work lovely for them) and Vander/Silco (yeah this ones a lil silly I guess but i just think it's funny so)

So firstly, Viktor and Jayce. I have seen lots of people (mostly on reddit but some here too) saying that we shouldn't ship them because guys should be allowed to be close and affectionate without being called gay. That is a valid viewpoint until it comes to the point where one is invalidating LGBTQ relationships. There is definitely a sore lack of healthy, close affectionate m/m friendships in the mainstream media. However, there is also a MASSIVE lack of good M/M, and same sex couple representation in general and there has been for many years. When people try to say "why is everything gay nowadays" it comes across as rude and condescending because it's really not true. The LGBTQ community has fought so hard just to reach the level of acceptance that we are at today, and even that is the bare minimum and below in some places. I think we should be allowed to have both of those things, they should be able to coexist, but people aren't making it better by just attacking anyone else who shares a slightly different opinion.

By all means criticise JayVik for it's faults (Mel?? My girl?? Jayce fumbled you so hard and the writers did too) (Also Skye, they deadass brought her back this season just to get rid of her again) but don't make it about that.

I think let people ship whatever they want to ship, and as long as it's not harming real people and if it's something that could potentially trigger people then keep it to yourself/make sure it stays within circles of people that it won't trigger.

Same applies to Vander/Silco, though I knowww this one is a bit more controversial. Way I see it, the "brothers" that they refer each other to applies more in a "comerades" sense, as I believe it was translated as such in the other language dubs? Anyway yeah, I just think they'd be funny together and they have a lot of angst writing potential so...

Yeah. Just let people ship who they wanna ship, shippers, don't force anyone to believe in it if the writers deliberately left it ambiguous (JayVik ending scene). At the end of the day they are all just fictional characters and That Is Okay. It's all chill.

[scrumptiousstuffs]

I do think about what Khao said to First in that armshare birthday video, "If you meet someone good, let them go. Stay with me."

I mean ???? 😵‍💫😳 Even if we think he's talking about their ship, it's such an impossible thing to say !!

Anon, these 2 boys have said some of the most swoon-worthy, lines ever existence in life. Like if I am going to akin the boys to one regency couple - it will be Jane Austen's Mr Darcy/Elizabeth Bennett (I'll let you decide who is who)

They are basically 2 protagonists in a romantic series while we are all just outsider viewing their loving relationship. I don't think the boys actually realise how unhinged some of the lines they just casually say to each other sometimes (like I swear Arm's jaw dropped when Khaotung said the above line).

So, in honor of your ask, I’m going to choose my top 3 most swoonworthy, lovey-dovey moments (minus the one you just said!):

First love letter to Khaotung during LOLFanfest 2024 (I know I mentioned this previously, but I just adore this whole thing, ok?)

"Khaotung, I love you, really. When I was on stage, I was afraid to look at your face because I do not think I would be able to hold back my tears. Don't be upset, na babe. When you have a hard time that you can't bear it anymore, share it with me, na? We'll hold hands and go on together like this, na 🧡🤍. P/S: Look at the floor when you walk. I'll look at your face instead, leave that to me."

When both First/Khaotung got emotional during these particular exchange (where they again profess their love for each other) - it's a pity this whole interview is no longer available on YT (I think you can still watch the whole thing on Weibo (maybe?)

First part I already uploaded previously here (cause Tumblr will not allow me to upload more than 1 video!). I am putting up Khaotung respond to First part below (credit in the video):

And finally, I cannot stress enough how much I adore their official mantra from "Finally Begin - The Official Photobook Of First-Khaotung."

They both love the photoshoot where they played with rain the best.

Khaotung told First "Let's throw away the umbrella and stroll in the rain together." First said that the photos from this particular set speak to them.

But the iconic line comes from Khaotung who said he just wanted the picture to say - “Screw it. It's just us walking together against the world."

(I reallly think part of the reason why Khaotung said this was because they weren’t even sure whether their CP will be permanent at the beginning - as it hinges on the success of TE. Thank goodness it did!

[blossombriefs]

Legendary | Chapter Seven

The ship transcended towards the bright green planet of Namek. Broly and I peered out of the ship's viewport to marvel at the serene beauty the planet below had to offer. We spotted fields, lovely small villages and civilisations. We could see Namekian children and adults living in harmony as they frolicked in the fields or tended to their growing crops. We also spotted various training grounds, seeing strong warriors train with weapons and even their brute strength. Broly let out an impressed chuckle, taking in what he could see from above. The ship gradually touched down on some uninhabited grassy plains, I felt a wave of tranquillity sweep over me as I quickly undid my seatbelt. Broly followed my lead and undid his too, both of us heading straight for the door in our casual attire. My mind raced with wonder. The mystery of the distress signal was engulfing my mind. What could the problem be on such a peaceful planet? Who could have summoned us both here?

Broly stayed close to my side as we hopped off the ship together and onto the rich soil, I quickly looked around the terrain and took everything in that I could see. "Three suns. Isn't that different, it must never get dark here Broly."

There was no response to what I had said. I turned around slowly to catch his reaction, feeling a rush at what I could see. I could see Broly breathing heavily, his eyes darting around frantically as he started to back himself towards the ship. I could sense he was uneasy so I rushed to him. He sat back on the grass, looking up at the lime-coloured sky momentarily as I crouched down to his level. "Hey, it's okay! Just a little bit of a culture shock, you'll be fine."

I looked at him reassuringly, catching a glimmer in his eye as I sat my hand on his shoulder. He flinched a little at my touch, seeming a little unsure as I allowed myself to sit down at his side. he hummed to himself, a way to settle his nerves. I whispered to him gently, "I've never been on this planet either,"

I noticed a smile creep across his lips as he looked across at me. A question on his mind, "Do you ever feel like this? When you visit a new planet?"

"Not really," I confessed honestly, keeping my gaze fixed on his. "I don't even think about it. Maybe it's the soldier in me still in there. I can see it's a little too much for you. I promise it'll be okay once we settle your nerves."

"Yeah," he replies with a nod of the head. "I think I was on Vampa from when I was a kid, it's all I can remember. I don't remember what it was like back home. It's hard. I would've stayed on Vampa if you hadn't told me to run."

I nodded with sympathy, understanding how heavy his words were. "I understand. I don't remember anything before the Frieza Force. I'd love to remember where home was. You aren't alone. You have me now Broly, okay?"

I felt his tense shoulders relax under my grip as he took in everything I had said. He smiled a little wider, his face lit up as it graced his features, "Thank you, Flora, I'm thankful I have you."

As we wrapped up our heartfelt moment I remembered the purpose of our appearance on Namek had slipped my mind for just a few moments. I kept my hand on his shoulder, the feeling of familiarity reappeared with him like it did every now and then over the past several days. Every time I looked at him, I was overcome by a feeling I had never felt before. It made me feel uncomfortably warm and fuzzy inside. I... cared about this man? I cared about his feelings. I was putting my own life on the line right now to keep him safe. It was a strange feeling but set out to prove my development.

"Welcome travellers," a deep voice suddenly resonated from behind us. I jumped a little as I was caught off guard, clutching Broly's arm tighter as my head snapped around. My eyes widened as they were set on an incredibly large Namekian figure. His stature towered over Broly and I, his body draped in beautiful traditional fabric. His age was reflected in the wrinkly, wide lines etched across his dark green face. He looked like a leader, based on the congregation of followers that stood behind him with welcoming smiles. This must be the planet's Grand Elder, the highest-serving authority figure the planet has to offer. His voice echoed that of wisdom and leadership. Broly and I leapt to our feet to bow before him as a sign of respect, he wasted no time to introduce himself. "I am Grand Elder Guru, it is an honour to welcome you to our humble planet of Namek."

Broly and I exchanged glances, surprised by the Grand Elder's sudden appearance. We greeted him respectfully as we slowly inclined our heads, "Grand Elder Guru, the pleasure is ours. We received a distress signal on our ship when we were nearby. Could I ask if everything is alright?"

The Grand Elder's expression grew sombre as he regarded us both, "I'm afraid not, young one. The distress signal did originate from me after a meeting with my council. I have foreseen a great danger looming over Namek. Visions of my warriors being easily disposed of, villages being burned, the planet at great risk."

Broly's eyes widened, and his muscles tensed at the mention of danger. He spoke up with concern in his tone, "What kind of danger, Grand Elder?"

"A threat from beyond the stars," The Grand Elder's response was explained gravely. "Dark forces seek to exploit our planet's Dragon Balls for nefarious purposes. I fear an attack is imminent." 

I felt a shiver race down my spine as I listened to his words, trying to process the severity of the situation. The Dragon Balls were divine objects that carried an immense power, something of a tempting target for those with evil intentions. I was surprised to hear that they existed and that Namek was their home. I had heard whispers of their existence amongst the soldiers on Frieza's ship. Frieza was one of those who sought after them. Many soldiers discussed double-crossing him, I would never see them again after that. They could grant any wish the user's heart desired. I remember hearing people who dreamt of using them for eternal life, bringing loved ones back from the dead and even the wishes of millions of Zeni, making them rich beyond their wildest dreams. "I thought the Dragon Balls were an old wives tale, just a story?"

He shook his head slowly at my question, "Far from it. There are seven scattered throughout our land. We cannot allow them to fall into the wrong hands."

I nodded reassuringly to myself, a burning determination took over my brain as I started to assess the situation and think it through. There was a moment of silence as I attempted to weigh up the pros and cons. Was this really worth the risk? If Namek's entire army could be wiped out according to the vision we were dealing with an unfathomable enemy. Would we be rewarded for such a job? Before I could utter another word, Broly stepped forward in my place and nodded. "We would be happy to help, Grand Elder. We'll do everything in our power to protect your planet and your people."

The Grand Elder nodded to Broly, turning to face you next. You were touched by Broly's strive to help. "Your resolve is admirable young ones. You will both be welcomed as allies of Namek. Come, we shall provide you with a place to stay while we prepare for the impending threat."

With my newfound sense of purpose, Broly and I followed Grand Elder Guru, knowing that the fate of Namek would rest on our shoulders. We walked alongside each other, I couldn't help but feel grateful that he was the one joining me in this battle that we would come to face. Together, we would tackle whatever evil came our way, and both of us were equally prepared to do whatever it took to protect Namek and its people. 

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[lixxen]

Since @the-chapmania and @eeternalferret told me I should do this, here is Fall Out Boy (and others!!) songs but I've assigned them to Always Sunny characters/ships because I'm absolutely insane and Fall Out Boy is one of my special interests (plus a ton of other songs that fit them at the end!!)

The first few will be above the cut then the rest are UTC

Disclaimer: most of these are just I think the characters fit the dynamics or I have specific situations and dynamics for the songs. I'll specify some of them. These are all opinions and you're allowed to disagree. A few will repeat!

Charlie

I Don't Care

Novocaine

What A Time To Be Alive

Saturday

Sunshine Riptide (I'm laughing over this one. You'll get it when you see it)

Mac

Sugar, We're Going Down

The Kintsugi Kid (Ten Years)

Young and Menace

Thnks fr th Mmrs

Dennis

This Ain't A Scene, It's An Arms Race

The Kintsugi Kid (Ten Years)

Pavlove

Bishops Knife Trick

Stay Frosty Royal Milk Tea

Dee

So Much (For) Stardust

Fake Out

The Lawyer

You're Crashing, But You're No Wave

CharMac

Alone Together

Fourth of July

Disloyal Order of Water Buffalo

The (Shipped) Gold Standard

The Kids Aren't Alright

Bang The Doldrums

Favorite Record

What A Catch, Donnie

Headfirst Slide Into Cooperstown on A Bad Bet (Dennis is the husband!!!)

It's Not A Side Effect of The Cocaine, I Am Thinking It Must Be Love

CharDen

Dead on Arrival (early friendship)

America's Suithearts (could be just Charlie, but has the vibes for both)

Disloyal Order of Water Buffalo

My Heart Is The Worst Kind Of Weapon

The Phoenix

I Slept With Someone In Fall Out Boy and All I Got Was This Stupid Song Written About Me (early friendship)

Hold Me Like A Grudge

A Little Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More Touch Me (Charlie's POV if this makes sense)

CharMacDen

American Beauty/American Psycho

Twin Skeletons (Hotel in NYC)

Thnks fr th Mmrs

Bang the Doldrums

Grand Theft Autumn/Where Is Your Boy

Grenade Jumper

MacDen

Wilson (Expensive Mistakes) [Dennis POV]

Immortals

Love From The Other Side

Last of The Real Ones

Dance, Dance

Where Did The Party Go

Miss Missing You

Irresistible

HOLD ME TIGHT OR DONT

Heaven's Gate (Mac POV)

CharDee

She's My Winona

Disloyal Order of Water Buffalo

Rat A Tat

Jet Pack Blues

I'm Like A Lawyer In The Way I'm Always Trying to Get You Off

DeeStress

Just One Yesterday

Last of The Real Ones

Pretty in Punk

CharStress

Chicago Is So Two Years Ago

Last of The Real Ones

The Patron Saint of Liars and Fakes

Tell That Mick He Just Made My List of Things to Do Today

Honorable Mention

Growing Up

Grand Theft Autumn/Where Is Your Boy

Dennis & Dee (Platonic)

I Slept With Someone In Fall Out Boy and All I Got Was This Stupid Song Written About Me (cover ourself in cheap perfume and can't cover it up is them fr)

Non-FOB songs:

Panic! At The Disco:

The Only Difference Between Martyrdom and Suicide Is Press Coverage (MacDen)

Nails for Breakfast, Tacks for Snacks (Dennis and Frank)

There's a good reason these tables are numbered honey, you just haven't figured it out yet (Dennis and Dee)

Nearly Witches (ever since we met) [CharDen or CharMac, pick your poison]

This is gospel (Mac)

Girls/Girls/Boys (Mac/Carmen)

Let's kill tonight (CharDen)

Casual Affair (charmacden)

Crazy = Genius (CharDen)

Folkin around (CharMac)

She had the world (past CharMac current MacDen from Charlie's POV. Charlie is Brenden and Mac is Ryan)

Ready to go (get me out of my mind) [DeeStress or charden]

Bittersweet (CharMac)

Turn off the lights (CharDen)

But Better if you do (MacDen)

Camisado (Charlie)

Spiritbox

Hurt You (MacDen)

Too close/too late (Charlie)

Jaded (Mac)

Lilyisthatyou

RELAX AFTER WORK WITH A DRINK (Charlie)

GRINDING MY TEETH (Charlie)

DANCE (Charlie)

SIREN (Charlie)

Competition (CharMacDen)

INTIMACY ISSUES (Charlie)

The Happy Fits

She Wants Me (To Be Loved) [CharMac]

So Alright, Cool, Whatever (MacDen)

Mary (Charlie)

Dirty Imbecile (CharMacDen)

Moving (Charlie and his mom)

Miscellaneous

Impressively Average by Brigitte Calls Me Baby (MacDen. LITERALLY THEIR SONG!!!)

Codependency by Orla Garland (Charden)

If you ever leave, I'm coming with you by The Wombats (CharMac)

Here comes your man by The Pixies (Charlie)

Alley Rose by Conan Gray (pre-canon CharMac)

[letstrywritingmaybe]

Hi! I suddenly very invested in the shinsherry ship dynamic, of course I have my own ideas and hc. Do you fancy the dynamic? If it is a yes, do you have some sorts of hc for them?

Pd: I am still working on in this shinsherry fic so I need a bost of energy.

Oh my, idk if I’m the best person to ask tbh since I tend to write shinshi and CoAi exclusively compared to other dynamics. The closest I’ve come is probably Don’t Blame Me. I won’t be much help, but I do agree we need more of it in the fandom! It needs to be explored! I’m hopeful you’ll be able to share your fic with us!

Idk if it’s cause I’m a Gemini, but as much as I believe Sherry to be a part of her. It’s more of a persona to me, so underneath it all she’s still Shiho. Just forced to be this character that she never wanted to be out of survival. So when I do dabble with her being more of a bad girl, that’s the approach I go for.

Sherry is all snark, sass, confident, and cutthroat who takes no shit. She’s not allowed to be weak, she fights back and isn’t above playing dirty. At least on the outside this is how she appears to be, but at the end of the day she’s soft and does actually own a heart. Shinichi I think sees this side of her despite her best efforts to pretend she’s pure evil. Though at first he’s definitely tricked into thinking she’s just bad news, but him with his savior complex wants to rescue her. Thus begins their interesting relationship

The more he tries to get close to her, the harder she pushes him away. But in the grand scheme of things they’re both after the same goal, so she helps him bring the org down. She’s a traitor anyway, may as well play the part to the fullest. She expects to be locked away to atone for her sins, but Shinichi has other ideas.

I’m basically retelling my own fic, but I think the most important thing to me is that Sherry is in charge and she gets to decide how close he gets to her. She’s the one with the experience and she knows what she wants and what she’s willing to give him and what she wants to take from him. As time goes on he gains more control and tries to defy her, but she’s one step ahead every time. My queen stays winning!

The second but equally as important thing to me is the devotion on his part. She has a bad reputation and yet he’s still willing to throw everything away for her. It’s like everyone on the outside is telling him she’s bad news but he’s still getting burned just for a chance to love her. Basically he’s down bad for her as he should be.

My girl is a bluffer and mostly all talk, but fuck around and find out. She’s ruthless in her own ways and won’t hesitate to play into her role, self destructive and insane but she’s just passionate okay.

This dynamic is honestly very intriguing, it’s all a game and not meant to be real. So very flirty and fun with very serious consequences but they’re not going to worry about that. It’s almost a break/relief when they’re together which doesn’t make sense cause everything they do is very high stakes and people’s lives are in danger but I think the risk is part of what gets them. It’s very push and pull, will they or won’t they? The almost, and pure frustration but also satisfying at the same time? They shouldn’t make sense, but they do. They made opposites attract, the tension is very real.

She’s cool, calm, and collected while he’s the exact opposite until they settle into their routine and he has no choice but to be just as cool about how casual their relationship is. Not that it’s much of a relationship, cause no labels. She teaches him patience cause he’s way too damn impulsive, and the consequences of his actions. He takes her teachings to heart.

He’s left in the dark a lot and he hates it but again he doesn’t have much of a choice cause she won’t give him the answers. There’s a lot of trust on his part, she doesn’t tell him anything, she has to trust him too but she definitely holds back just in case since she’s paranoid and she is still trying to protect him.

I’ve rambled too much and I don’t think I even made sense. But I think it depends on the setting too. Cause I have other ideas if she is for real riding for the org. There’s a lot to their dynamic but the tldr version is: Sherry is more dominant and Shinichi is hopelessly intrigued. Best of luck to you, Love! Happy writing! <3

[justwearthegoddamncardigan]

All in two days - Part 4

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | full masterlist on pinned post

Newt x gender neutral!reader

Set a few days after Part 3, with the group settled in the Safe Haven already

Warnings: nightmares, language (Glader slang and normal swearing)

"So, new kid." Brenda sits beside you from where you're stretched out on a blanket on the beach. "Thoughts on the fight?"

"Kid? You know, we're probably the same age. I might even be older than you." You shoot her a grin.

She laughs. "All of you Maze people seem younger though. Different world experience. Oh, wait. You weren't there right?"

"Yep, lived in the Scorch just like you."

"Ah, I remember you now. You're the one Newt was all crazy about."

You control your expression, shoving down the fluttering in your stomach. "What do you mean?"

"He kept insisting that we go back for someone in the Scorch, after we found the Right Arm."

She snorts, "Was almost ready to throw hands when Jorge said there was no point going back for one person."

"Oh," you look down and self-consciously brush some sand off your legs.

Brenda looks at you suspiciously. "What, you guys dating or something?"

You shake your head. "Nah, it's not like that. He doesn't- We're not together."

"Oh. Well it's not my business, but it seemed like he..." she shrugs.

"Anyway," says Brenda. "Are you in for the fight?"

Lately, the Right Arm has been planning missions to rescue the other children WCKD still has.

Even though Lawrence's rebels attacked the Last City, WCKD is still standing, and they've continued shipping Immunes around for their research. Ava Paige and Janson are still alive too.

Because of all that, the Right Arm has been recruiting people from the Safe Haven who want to fight and help with the mission.

"You know," says Brenda. "You're all allowed to opt out on this one. You've already been through a lot, and it's more than reasonable for you to stay here."

You sigh deeply. "Yeah, we know." You turn your gaze to her. "But we're all in."

"Really?"

"Yeah. None of us have ever really been able to back away from a fight; especially Thomas."

"Although," you add, "My sister is definitely staying here. No way in hell am I sending Elle into a fight."

Brenda nods, smiling. "Well then, come join the meetings when you're ready."

⭒----⭒

You're having dinner one day when someone brings it up again.

"Hey," says Thomas casually. "How're things with you and Newt?"

You put down your fork and give him a look.

"I'm just asking," he protests.

You turn to Teresa for support, but she shrugs apologetically. "I kinda want to hear it too," she admits.

There's no one else at the table to stop this conversation, and you roll your eyes. "Why do people keep asking that?" you say exasperatedly.

"It's just- we all know you two had a thing," says Thomas. "But now you're just both flirty and sad at the same time, and someone has to do something about it."

You frown. "We're not flirty and sad."

"You are." Teresa leans forward. "You're both so in love it's borderline exhausting, but you're also so stubborn and no one has made a single move yet."

"I literally saw the two of you cuddling on the beach the other day. But you still insist on not getting together." adds Thomas.

"Y/n, we're just trying help you. As your friends, we know you'd be so much happier being with Newt for real."

You look down, tapping the table absentmindedly.

"You can't honestly say you don't like him," prods Thomas.

You sigh. "I do," you admit.

At Thomas and Teresa's expressions, you hastily add, "But it's not like that. He doesn't feel that way about me. Not anymore, I mean."

"So, you're saying that, if he was in love with you, you would definitely be together."

"Of course," you say. "But it doesn't matter. I just want him to be happy, and being friends is what he wants."

"God, you're made for each other," says Teresa, looking at you fondly. "That's exactly what-"

You shake your head. "Can we change the topic?"

Thomas sighs. "Okay. He's coming over here anyway."

You turn to say Newt, Minho, and Frypan walking over to your table.

As Frypan sits on your left, Minho pushes smoothly in front of Newt to sit on your right.

Newt stops and blinks. In that moment of hesitation, Minho sends him a shark's grin. "Oh, sorry, did you wanna sit here? I can move."

"I- uh... No, it's fine. It's..." he trails off and moves to the other side with Thomas and Teresa, sitting diagonally across from you.

You shut your eyes and massage your temples as Minho turns his smirk to you.

You know your friends mean well, and are just having fun, but this is getting to be a bit much.

You stand abruptly and leave the table, depositing your plate and cutlery at the wash station.

Later, you're walking past the area again, with Newt and Minho on wash station duty.

You don't mean to eavesdrop, but you hear their conversation on the way past.

"Minho, you can't just do that mate. Did you see how embarrassed they were?"

"Relax, they were fine. Maybe a little pissed, but-"

You walk up to them. "Hey."

They stop talking immediately, Newt flushing red as he looks up from the dishes.

"Y/n, hi."

You lean on the counter casually. "What're you guys talking about?"

As Newt fumbles for words, Minho slides in with "The weather. It's real nice today isn't it?"

"Beautiful," you agree, raising your eyebrows.

"Well, we better be getting back to these dishes," says Minho, holding up a soapy plate.

You nod. "Right, bye then. Bye Newt."

"B-" he clears his throat. "Bye Y/n."

⭒----⭒

You're lying awake again, your hut feeling small and confining. Elle's in the next room, sleeping soundly.

It's safe and comforting, but it also brings you back to the Scorch, when it was just the two of you. You can't shake the loneliness.

You think about the night you and Newt had gone out and sat together in the sand, talking and alternating between the heavy topics and light conversation.

You get up out of bed and leave the hut quietly, shutting the door softly so you don't wake your sister.

Looking out at the beach, you can see two figures huddled close together. You can also see a lone person sitting on the tall branch of a tree, staring out into the ocean, and another three people walking in the shallows with their hands linked.

You suppose that with so many of these people coming from WCKD, there would be a lot of uneasy sleepers.

Maybe if you walk around for a bit, you'll find Newt awake sitting somewhere.

You wander around the Safe Haven, your path lit by dying torches and moonlight.

You see more people awake as you walk around, with one girl sitting in front of her hut holding a mug in her hands, and two boys sitting together at the dining tables. There's another pair lying in the grass field, their hands raised as they point at constellations in the sky.

"Y/n."

You turn. "Teresa, hey." Not who you were looking for, but someone to talk to.

"Couldn't sleep?" she asks.

You shake your head in response, and she waves you over to where she's sitting in the empty kitchen.

"Late night snack?" she offers jokily, smiling softly.

You grin back. "So, what's keeping you up?"

Her smile fades, and you wait patiently for her to speak.

She takes a breath. "WCKD did something to me, way back before we escaped and met you. They unlocked some of my memories, and I started seeing my childhood again." She stares off into the distance, lost in her memories.

"My mother... she got the Flare. It was horrible. And I was just a kid." You can hear her voice wavering.

"Teresa..." you reach out and take her hand.

"Actually, I kinda wanted to tell you about this. I understood why you... you know."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, for your sister. The circumstances are a little different, but for me... I would've done anything to save my mother. If that meant giving up my friends to find a cure, I would've done it."

"I just," she continues. "I'm trying to say I get it."

"Thank you for understanding," you whisper, squeezing her hand.

"But then, when we were the ones to experience it, the simulations they put us through to get what they wanted... I've got half a mind to give up on finding a cure. Just let Immunes have children and pass the gene on."

Your heart hurts at her cynical, hopeless tone. "Maybe we can do it. You're a genius, T. You and Thomas could find a way to do it without harming people."

She nods gratefully, her smile returning.

"Yeah, thanks. So what's your thing tonight?"

⭒----⭒

You end up having a lot of late night conversations with Teresa. You learn about the visions WCKD forced her to see, and how she still has nightmares about them.

It's not always Teresa though. You're glad when you don't see her, because that means she's slept better.

You see Minho out there too. Sometimes you get to talking with him, but the two of you usually just sit or take night time walks in comfortable silence, drawing comfort from each other.

Aris and Frypan are rarities to see; they’re probably the type of people who don't dream at night. Just fall asleep and wake up the next morning. Lucky bastards.

You see Thomas on occasion, and you usually plan missions or talk about everything you’ve been through.

With him, there have been many a “fuck you WCKD!” screamed into the ocean. Sometimes other people join in too. It’s a good way to make friends.

Although, you do owe your sister’s life to WCKD, so you probably can’t say they’re all bad.

You’re on the way out again when you hear noises from a hut nearby. Your group occupies a cluster of huts together, and one of them has an open window tonight.

It’s Newt’s, you realise as you walk up to the hut. As you get closer, you can hear little whispers of “no” and quick breathing. He’s having a nightmare.

You hesitate for a bit, then climb in through his window.

“Newt.” You grab his shoulders and shake him. “Wake up. Wake up.”

You panic as his cries grow more distressed. “Newt!”

He finally opens his eyes, launching up and flinching away, blanket scrunched in his hands as he backs up against the wall.

As moonlight streams in, you can see the sheen of sweat on his face, and you can still hear him panting.

You stay crouched on the ground beside the bed, not wanting to startle him.

Suddenly, he starts to yell again. “Y/n!” He looks around, gaze turning wildly. “Y/n!”

“Newt! Newt, I’m here.” You move up onto the bed, perched on your knees as you grip his wrists.

“Y/n?”

“Yeah, I’m here” you say, giving him a smile. “It’s okay. Just a nightmare, wasn’t real.”

He deflates, exhaling shakily. “That’s good, just breathe,” you say.

“Can you…” he gestures vaguely.

You nod, and pull him closer so he’s resting flush against your body, face pressed into your shoulder.

You card your fingers through his hair gently, whispering soft comforting words.

“I keep seeing them,” he says with a scratchy voice. You don’t know how long you’ve been sitting there without speaking, until he starts.

“I keep seeing the visions WCKD showed me in the simulation.”

“I’m sorry,” you whisper.

“It’s not-”

“I know, I’m just sorry you’re still going through that. You can tell me, if it’ll help. Maybe get it off your chest.”

He closes his eyes. “They showed me the Maze, made me run until my stupid leg gave out, and the Grievers got me.

“I’ve watched Minho, Alby, and Thomas getting crushed by the Maze doors when they didn't make it back in time.

"And I saw you. My mind made up a vision where WCKD got you too. They were torturing you, making you tell them where we were. That’s what I was dreaming off tonight.” He ends with a raspy voice.

“Newt…” You can’t think of words to express the sorrow and pain you feel for him. “I’m okay, I promise. You never have to worry about that.”

You fall asleep soon, holding each other in his bed.

You still don’t sleep as much as you should, and you wake up before sunrise, but it’s better.

“Hey, do you want to go for a walk?” You offer.

“Yeah, that’d be nice.”

You pick your jacket up off the floor, where you dropped it last night.

As you start to pull it on, he stops you. “Wait.”

You follow his gaze to the leather wrapped around your upper arm. “Is that my…”

“Oh, yeah,” you say. “I, uh- I’ve worn it every day, actually. You know, just as a… reminder, or something.”

“Huh.” His expression is unreadable.

You don’t speak again until you get to the beach.

“Y/n.”

You turn to Newt. “Yeah?”

There’s a pause. “You know I trust you, right?”

You’re caught off guard. “What?”

“I trust you,” he repeats. “Listen, when I tell you about nightmares and all, it’s because I trust you with that stuff.

“I’m not bringing it up to tell you that what happened was your fault. You got that? I’m just tellin' you cause I trust you.”

You smile at him. “Yeah, thanks.”

“I’m serious, Y/n. Everything is… it’s all okay. There’s nothing left to forgive.”

“I feel like you have another point.”

“I just mean, don’t hold yourself back because you think I don’t trust you, or cause you think you don’t deserve to get closer.”

You furrow your eyebrows. “What do you mean?”

“Get closer,” he says, turning to look you straight in the eyes. “I- I want you to get closer. I don’t need this shield you put up, especially since you’re putting it up for my sake. I miss you. I miss you from before.”

“Look Y/n,” he continues. “We fixed things, mostly. But even though it’s fixed, there’s still one thing between us, and it’s that invisible barrier you keep up. There’s a line you think you can’t cross, but I’m telling you it’s gone. You don’t need that line.”

“Jeez Newt, that was like five metaphors in one sentence,” you put on a casual grin and give a short laugh.

“Y/n.” He physically moves in front of you this time, and you stop walking.

You rake a hand through your hair. “I don’t know what you want from me, Newt,” you say quietly.

He cups your cheek gently. “I want you to stop holding back. Let this happen.”

You look up into his eyes.

“Tell me if I’m wrong,” he says, voice lowering, and you feel his nose brush against yours.

You close your eyes automatically as he presses a soft kiss on your lips.

Your eyes flutter open as he slowly pulls back, running a thumb over your bottom lip.

“So was I wrong?” he asks huskily.

You force yourself away. “You just had a nightmare about me. You could just be-”

“Was I wrong?” He interrupts.

You huff out a laugh and loop your arms around his waist. “You weren’t wrong.”

He kisses you again, and this time you respond, tugging him as close as possible and kissing back.

You break away with a breathless laugh, pressing your forehead against his. “I’ve wanted this forever,” you tell him.

“I know,” he says, grinning. “Me too.”

You decide to take the leap. “I love you,” you say.

You’re only halfway through the ‘you’ when he crashes his lips into yours, everything colliding as arms wrap around bodies and hands thread through hair.

“I love you too.”

⭒----⭒

Breakfast that day is a fun ordeal.

Minho takes one look at the smiles on both your faces and knows instantly.

The rest catch on after Minho starts yelling and pointing.

The ‘we’re so happy for you’ phase quickly gives way to relentless teasing, but you go through it with your hand linked with Newt’s, so it’s a pretty good time in the end.

Ahhhhhh that’s it. That’s the end of this one request that was meant to be a nice two-parter at most and ended up being this.

Thank you to everyone who read and/or interacted with this!! As a new writer I’m honestly so grateful for my 4 person squad of people who like each fic ❤️❤️

There’s more on the way, I’ll see you on the next fic!

[bobathirstaccount]

Inspo from @die-herzlos-engel - I will always throw out the idea of Boba being with a rebel reader who understand he has no real allegiance to the Empire but is always trying to get him to join the cause 👌🏻 but they don’t have the doe $$$.

***

Priceless

Boba x implied fem!reader, a bit of angst, some action, no smut, dash of fluff

Words - 3,369

***

Boba shook his head, annoyed. “That’s not my going rate, and you know it.”

You wheedled, “I could add in sexual favors…”

Boba snorted a laugh, “Very tempting. But still no.”

Frustrated, you let the topic drop. You turned back to your drink. He tried to improve your mood, “C’mon, let’s go cheat at sabacc with those Imperials. We can take them for all they’ve got.”

Wryly smiling, you shook your head. You had to find a merc with a ship, and if Boba wouldn’t do it then you still had a big problem. You fiddled with your glass.

“Don’t fret,” Boba elbowed you gently, affectionately. It was his form of PDA. You decided to let it cheer you up. Scooting slightly closer to him, you lowered your voice in the loud cantina, “You wanna… spend the night?” This request was a calculated risk. You were sort of together. Sort of. You didn’t think he was seeing anyone else, but he was often like talking to a wall in regards to relationships and things of that nature.

“Hmm,” he started noncommittally, his helmet tilting. Your face fell before you could control it. You glanced away, disappointed.

“I mean, yeah. Okay.” He toed your foot, causing you to look back at him.

“Okay,” he repeated.

A smile formed on your face. Suddenly the noise and color of the bar was boring. “Let’s go?”

He nodded once, shifting his weight off the bar top. You turned and strode out of the bar, Boba trailing casually behind you.

When you had walked a few blocks, he sidled up to you. “No one’s following us,” he commented softly. You smiled. He was ever alert.

You allowed yourself to glance over at him. He was watching the crowd as you walked. You longed to grab his upper arm and lean on him, but decided against it. He remained oblivious.

You reached your apartment and took the dingy elevator up. It creaked to a stop on your floor. Stepping out, you made your way to your door. Feeling safe, you keyed in the code to your unit without hesitation.

“You should be more cautious,” Boba’s voice held a tone of concern.

“I am when you’re not with me,” you commented, stripping off your jacket. You heard Boba set his gun down on your coffee table. His other weapons clattered as he added them. It was your rule that all weapons had to be deposited there safely. His helmet stayed on. You had yet to see what he looked like under it.

“Well,” he started. You turned to him, your jacket on its hook.

“Well… now what?” You teased.

He sauntered up to you, his hands going to your hips. Butterflies danced in your stomach as he found the hem of your shirt and pulled it up.

Tossing it aside, he grabbed your ass and yanked you to himself.

“Now… I’m gonna fuck you,” Boba said, voice low and husky with lust.

***

You knew he was gone before you had even opened your eyes. Your bed was small, and he was not pressed up against your back. You sniffled a bit, but didn’t cry. He never stayed long in the morning. You sighed and opened your eyes, sitting up. Missing him, you sent him a short message about nothing.

Setting your data pad aside, you got up to shower and eat.

Washing your face in the fresher, you remembered your most pressing problem. You had to find a merc with a ship. You decided to reach out to your ex, who was a second class merc. Maybe he knew of someone better than himself. It was worth a shot.

***

“Look, I am here professionally only,” you tried to clarify again.

“Sure, sure, baby. Let’s get it right: you missed me.” Julius sat back in his seat, smugly folding his arms across his chest.

You sighed, aggravated. You had known this was going to happen; you just hadn’t thought it was going to get to you that much. “No. I just wanna know if you’ve got any contacts I could get in touch with about a ship.”

“Not until you admit you wanted to see me in person. We coulda just commed, but you agreed to see me pretty quick.”

You got hot, embarrassed. Had you? “Well, at any rate, do you have any contacts for me?”

“No. But that’s not why we’re really here.”

Annoyed, you silently stood and grabbed your jacket. You had wasted enough time. Turning from the table, you decided to go hang out at your regular cantina. Boba might be there.

“You tired of being Fett’s side piece yet?” The casual tone caught you just as you were about to be out of earshot.

Your anger flared up immediately. “What’d you say you karking asshole?” You stomped back up to Julius. He seemed momentarily alarmed, then satisfied. “You know everybody knows that, right? You’re his lil’ over eager fuck piece?”

Enraged, you flipped his drink into his face. He sputtered, but laughed, “You’re only so mad because you know I’m right!” You slapped him as hard as you could, then realized you had to retreat. You were about to cry. Turning away from Julius, you stomped out past the other patrons to the street outside. It was drizzling a bit. Pulling your hood up, you sniffled as you slowly made your way to your regular spot.

***

You slunk up to the bar, behind Boba. Several gorgeous Twi’leks had circled around him. You tried to overhear their conversation.

“C’mon,” one of them reached out and grabbed him by the neck. She leaned in and kissed his helmet. “Don’t you wanna have a foursome with us, daddy?”

Boba pulled away from her, “No.”

The girls cooed and whined to him, rubbing his chest and arms. You held your breath, waiting to see how he would react to such a tempting offer. He turned to you abruptly.

“Did you really think you snuck up on me?”

You blinked, surprised, staring into his helmet. He repeated himself.

Blinking again, you sputtered, “N-no.” You were feeling sensitive from Julius’ comments. Boba’s helmet tilted very slightly. He seemed to be studying you.

“You okay?” He said after a moment. He brushed a Twi’lek hand off his chest.

You felt exposed, but tried to shield yourself, “Yeah, just it’s wet out. You know I hate rain.” He nodded, but didn’t sound convinced, “Okay, well, you want a drink?”

Not knowing what else to do, you nodded seriously. He raised a hand. The droid barkeep was there immediately. “Sir?”

“What she wants,” Boba nodded at you, brushing another hand off his chest.

“Just some Corellian ale, please,” you murmured. The droid shot off to fulfill your order.

“You gonna tell me what’s wrong?” Boba took half a step towards you. The Twi’lek followed him, still cooing about a foursome.

“Kark off,” you hissed at them, suddenly furious.

“Ooh, who the fuck are you anyway?” One of them spat back. Boba turned to her, “Go away. Can’t you see we’re having a private conversation?”

She frowned, “Okay daddy, but we’ll be back…” The women fell away into the crowd.

“Who the fuck am I, anyway?” You asked, looking into his helmet.

The barkeep dropped your ale off. You waited for Boba to respond.

“Uh,” he started unpromisingly. “You, we’re, uhm, friends.”

“Friends?” You asked softly.

“Yeah?” He asked back.

Julius’ words rang in your ears. You chugged half your drink to avoid crying in public... In front of Boba. He started to speak, “Don’t be upset-“

You couldn’t bear to hear a bumbling response, so you simply turned from him and bolted into the crowd, towards the door. You pulled your hood up snugly again once you were outside. Crying a bit, you turned towards home. You hurried along, wanting to be safe at home.

After a couple blocks, someone came up beside you. Warily, you looked over. It was Boba. Surprised, you blurted out, “What’re you doing here?”

“We’re uh, still talking,” he said simply.

“Oh?”

“Yeah, I have someone for you. For your… job.” He spoke swiftly.

“Oh.”

“Yeah, so I’ll DM you the details. I’ve worked with them before. They’re a pretty good smuggler.” You were relieved about that situation, but confused and sad about the non-conversation at the bar. Boba sidled up closer to you. “So.”

“So?”

“So, now you can relax about your… Rebellious streak.” He seemed pleased with himself.

You were thinking about you ex’s words. “Hm.”

“You gonna tell me what’s wrong yet?” He elbowed you gently.

“I don’t want to be your side piece.”

“What?” He seemed stunned.

“I don’t wanna be a side piece.”

“You’re… not.”

“What am I?”

“Ah. I mean do we need to label what we’re doing?”

“Yes.”

He became quiet. You walked together in silence. Finally you reached your door. You keyed in the code and it slid open noisily. You turned to Boba, “Well?”

“Can I come in?”

“You don’t have anything to say?”

“…I don’t know what you want me to say.”

“Yeah you do, you just don’t wanna say it.” You were tired. You were angry. You were hurt.

He stood there stupidly.

You turned away from him and let the door skid shut behind you.

***

NAME - EM Wrex

SHIP - Salvage Hauler

RATE - I negotiated 30k credits for you, you’re welcome

CONTACT - 92.768.098876 (she’s expecting your comm)

R u going to the cantina tonight?

You sighed and set down your data pad. You had spent all of last night crying into your pillow. Missing Boba. Wishing you had just let him in.

But now you didn’t want to talk to him. You got up to have some breakfast.

Over your coffee, you commed your Rebellion commander.

“Well this is all great news. You have our smuggler with a day to spare, and at 3/4 budget. I’ll send you the funds. Pay half before, half upon completion. Everything else going okay? How’s your cover holding?”

“Perfect,” you commented absentmindedly.

“Hm, I don’t like your tone. Tell me what’s going on.”

“Oh, just my… boyfriend,” you lied.

“Ah, I’m sorry to hear that. Well, stay focused on the mission for now, kiddo.”

You nodded, “You got it. I know what to do.”

With that, you said your salutations and ended the call. Sighing, you sat back into your sofa. After a moment, you commed your smuggler.

It rang for a moment before an attractive human woman picked up. “Oh, you must be my contact for The Job,” she said immediately.

You nodded, taken aback a bit.

“Fett said you’d be in touch soon. So, the rate’s 30,000 credits. Half up front, okay?”

“Yeah that’s fine, just DM me your payment details and I’ll take care of it today.”

“Yeah no problem. Hey, so what we smuggling?”

You smiled wryly. Boba hadn’t even told her what she was smuggling?

“You didn’t ask?” You evaded.

“Oh, I’d do anything for him, you know how he is babe,” she shrugged.

Immediately incensed, you tried to control your tone, “Oh, yeah, totally… so, how long you known him?”

“Oh, awhile, now… how about you?”

“Same,” you murmured.

“Yeah, he’s so funny, he’ll pull up outta nowhere on you.”

“Oh yeah I know, huh,” you said weakly.

“Anyway, see you at the hangar… I’ll send those deets along with the payment info.”

You nodded and hung up. Sighing, you got up to shower. You decided to try to surprise Boba at the cantina.

***

You watched as Boba let the woman slide her hand up his arm. She was looking at him intently, like he was the only other entity at the establishment. They spoke for a few more moments before she took another step into his space. His helmet tilted, but he didn’t push her away.

They talked some more. You decided you had seen enough. You stood to exit, finally catching Boba’s eye. He straightened immediately. You turned away and calmly exited the cantina, resigned.

You made it a couple blocks before someone was at your side. You had been daydreaming about Boba, not really paying attention. You were gently elbowed.

You stopped in your tracks, turning towards Boba. He stopped short. After a moment of awkward quiet, he asked, “You and my contact hook up?”

“Did you and your contact hook up?” You shot back.

“Not recently…” he muttered. Your eyes got big before you started to cry.

“Wait, I mean not since I’ve known you…” he tried.

You cried harder.

“That woman and I, nothing was going to happen. I came there to see you. I was just killing time waiting for you.”

You kept crying.

“Look, I… we… um,” he stumbled.

You smacked his helmet, hard, as you screamed, “Go back and kill some more time!” You ran off sobbing. He didn’t follow you.

***

Elize, as it turned out her name was, picked you up promptly at 0700. You were to meet up with the Rebel ship at 1145 exactly to pick up the cargo, a Rebel spy who’d been exposed. He’d managed to get smuggled this far; all you had to do was take him a bit further back to the Rebellion headquarters.

“So, how long you been in the smuggling business? Fett told me you’ve been a bootlegger for a while, but was really vague other than that. You know him.” She laughed.

“Oh,” you quickly pulled up your cover story in your mind, “Been at it for just about 5 cycles. It’s an exciting biz, moving other people’s stolen goods.”

Elize laughed again. “I like you.”

You forced a smile.

“Okay, here we go, jump space for five minutes and then we just slow poke it the rest of the way to avoid detection, got it?”

“Yeah.” You settled back into your seat. You were entering heavily guarded Imperial space. It was going to be a tense ride.

***

You could tell things were going south. Your passenger had been successfully picked up, but you were detected on the way back. The Imperial Cruiser hovered near you in space as Elize tried to talk her way out of getting tractor beamed.

“Just gun it,” your cargo insisted from behind you. You shushed him as she bullshitted.

“They’re gonna take us. That’s death for me and death for you two for helping me. Now, gun. It.”

You slapped him in the mouth, “Stop panicking and let the women handle it.”

Elize continued to talk out of her ass.

Ultimately, it was to no avail. “We’re requesting you to come in. Go to cargo bay 127 for inspection and processing. Should only be a couple hours before you’re back on your way, if you’re who you say you are.”

“Okay, sure,” Elize sounded amiable enough. But you could tell she had started the computer calculating light speed coordinates.

She inched her hauler forward casually. Picking up a bit of speed she headed towards the entrance. Your cargo became a problem again. You turned to shush him as the ship dipped and made a break for it.

You thought for half a second you were going to be clear. But the tractor beam grabbed you, abruptly halting your escape. The Imperial ship pulled you into its maw.

***

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you denied everything to the Interrogator.

“Well you were on a ship harboring a fugitive. So you know something,” she insisted. You thought of Elize and wondered how she was fairing. You knew your fugitive was probably doing terribly.

“Do we need to bring in an Interrogator droid?”

You doubled down, “It’ll be a waste of resources. I don’t know anything.”

“Well I’m ordering the droid anyway,” she said with casual finality. She stood and left you chained to the table.

You sat there, trying not to panic. You didn’t have advanced training to withstand this sort of… pressure. Would you fold? Were you going to die?

After an indeterminable amount of time, the door slid open. A stormtrooper walked in. He came over and undid your binders. “This way,” he said, turning. You followed him out of the room and down a long corridor, past many other troopers. You walked into a hangar. Elize’s ship was there, locked down. You noticed another ship across the way. Could it really be?

You squinted as you quickly approached. It was. Boba’s ship. Would you see him? Would he see you? More importantly, would he help you? The trooper stopped short at Slave 1’s ramp. “Onboard,” he indicated. You trotted up into the ship, following the trooper. He closed the cargo bay door behind you. Before you could say anything, he had disappeared into the ship. Confused, you stood stock still and considered your limited options.

A familiar dented helmet appeared from around a corner. Shocked, you felt your mouth fall open. He sauntered up to you, “You didn’t think I’d let you get into any real trouble, hm?”

“Were you the stormtrooper?” You asked incredulously.

He laughed, “Of course.”

“So…” you looked around, “where’s Elize?”

“Oh, she’s in big trouble. I can’t help her. But you, you made it easy.” He nudged you, “You gave a fake name. Easy to make you disappear. Easy to loop the security cameras, so it looks like I’ve been on my ship the whole time, just refueling. And now, we’re gonna take off and get outta here. Easy.”

“You did that for me?”

“Of course.” He was matter-of-fact.

“…why?” Your voice was small.

Boba’s helmet tilted towards you. “I love you.” He turned away from your stunned form and disappeared into his ship, “I’m getting us out of here. Come sit in the cockpit with me.”

Too shocked to speak, you silently strapped in next to him. He brought his ship to life and took you out of the cruiser, just like that. Once he was a casual distance away, he entered jump space.

You turned to each other. “Home?” He asked softly.

“Yeah, please,” you paused for a second, then asked, “how’d you know I was in trouble?”

“I heard that Elize’s ship was taken captive by the Imperials. I’m welcome to come and go, so I just parked and walked in and got you.”

You laughed, astonished. “That takes some balls.”

“Well I’m me. And, it was you.”

You shook your head, “I failed my mission.”

Boba shrugged, “But you’re okay. You live free to rebel another day.”

“Won’t you join me? You could do so much good. See how easy all this is for you?”

“I told you, if you get the credits I’m there.”

You snorted, annoyed. But then you remembered what he had said in the cargo bay. “Do you really love me or are you just talking out of your ass?”

He stiffened, “I do. Let’s not dwell on it.”

“Dwell on it? We’ve barely talked at all!”

He shrugged, then took your hand. Interlocking your fingers with his, he murmured, “I fell for a Rebel, what can I say.”

“You could say you love me more often.”

He sighed, “I’ll try.”

You crawled into his lap, where you stayed for the rest of the way home.

***

You woke up. Exhausted from your harrowing experience, you debated going back to sleep. Then you realized you were not alone. A strong arm was around your torso, holding you tightly. Delirious, you wriggled around to see what was happening. Boba’s sleepy voice sounded, “What’s wrong?”

“Huh?” You asked, surprised. He was still here, and it was light outside.

“What yah mean huh? You’re the one waking me up…”

“You’re still here; you’re never here,” you blurted out.

“I know. I thought… you would like it.”

“I do…” you rolled over and planted a kiss on his helmet.

His hands haltingly went to his head. He pulled his helmet off. You kissed his lips. They were soft and warm. He pulled you on top of himself. You looked at each other.

Smiling shyly, you mumbled, “Love you.”

Boba blinked, but responded, “I love you.”

You laid your head on his shoulder and brought a hand to his cheek. “Getting you for the Cause is too expensive, but having you is priceless,” you murmured.

He laughed, his chest heaving. “You’re what’s priceless.”

You snuggled into him and fell back to sleep.

**

Ch 2

[pocket-luv101]

His Windblume

Fandom: Genshin Impact Ship: CynoNari

Summary: When Cyno and Tighnari visit the Windblume Festival, Tighnari decides to research what the original flower could be.

“A flower that symbolizes freedom and love.” Tighnari muttered as he watched dandelion seeds drift through the sky. While he was helping Collei prepare for her trip to the Windblume Festival, he read about its namesake flower. He studied the scientific aspects of plants but he recognized the symbolic value the Windblume had for Mondstadt. The flower’s true identity piqued his interest. “Cyno, if you had a lover, what flower would you give them?”

He turned in his seat to look back into the wagon where Cyno and Collei were sleeping. They rented a wagon for their trip to Mondstadt and took turns as the coachman. Tighnari would drive the carriage at night. However, he knew that Cyno would stay awake. He trained himself to rest his body yet remain alert for anyone who would attack them. As thankful as Tighnari was for Cyno’s concern, he wanted Cyno to allow himself to relax on their vacation.

“A rose, padisarah or nilotpala lotus.” Cyno answered him without opening his eyes. He sat with his back against the wooden wall and he could feel Tighnari’s presence on the carriage seat behind him. He was tempted to climb over the small ledge so he could sit next to him and talk throughout the carriage ride. The reason he didn’t was because he wanted to watch over Collei in case her nightmares returned.

“The first two flowers are common choices but I’m surprised you would say nilotpala lotuses. They have medicinal properties so they are sought after. Though, the other Forest Rangers would complain about how tedious it is to collect them.” Tighnari sighed and shook his head. “They are beautiful flowers, especially at night when they bloom.”

“Many flowers would turn and serve a new master but the nilotpala lotuses would bathe in the cool moonlight and continue to remember the glad songs of that afore-time.” Cyno recited the myth Tighnari told him about the flower. They discussed plants when they wrote the Matra’s survival guidebook together. He thought that he only wanted his input as a botanist and doctor so he was pleasantly surprised Cyno remembered the anecdote he made of the nilotpala lotus.

Cyno stood and then casually leaned against Tighnari’s back. They had been together for so long that they were comfortable being close. Lately, he found his heart racing more whenever he was next to Tighnari. He didn’t understand his growing feelings. He mused to himself: “If you can find someone who shines like the moon in the night sky, nilotpala lotuses will be the best gift for them.”

“Those are all Sumeru flowers so they’re unlikely candidates for the original Windblume. Lisa told me about the festival’s tradition. The people of Mondstadt give a Windblume to Barbatos and their loved ones. They can choose which flower they give that symbolizes freedom and love. It’s quite fitting for the City of Freedom.”

“Do you plan to find the best flower that can be the Windblume?”

“You know me well.” Tighnari chuckled. “Though, my ultimate goal is to find the original flower. My mother was a paleontologist and I read her books. Maybe we can find a fossil of the flower and work with Lisa and Albedo to recreate the flower from it. The first thing we should do is research the origin of the festival and narrow down places the Windblume could be.”

He began to list different methods they could search for the mysterious flower. While they studied different majors at the Akademiya, Cyno loved listening to Tighnari talk about botany. He interrupted himself with a yawn. Tighnari rubbed his eyes in a vain attempt to keep himself awake. Then, he felt Cyno’s warmth surrounding him. Cyno reached around him and took the reins that Tighnari held.

“I’ll drive the wagon for you.” Cyno offered. As Cyno knew he would, Tighnari shook his head and insisted that he was fine. He stubbornly held onto the reins tighter. He would lecture others to care for themselves yet he tended to overwork himself. “You shouldn’t push yourself or else you won’t have the energy to search for the Windblume.”

“I know.” Tighnari sighed at himself. He gently pulled on the reins and the carriage slowed to a stop. He leaned backwards and rested his head against Cyno’s strong chest. Between how tired he was and his welcoming body heat, he could almost fall asleep. “I calculated how long it will take us to travel from Sumeru to Mondstadt. If we travel both during the day and night, we’ll be able to reach the festival a day early and Collei can have more fun. She has been looking forward to our trip for weeks.”

After he heard his reason, Cyno knew that it would be difficult to change his mind. He took his old, black cloak and placed it around Tighnari’s shoulders. The cape was warm but it didn’t compare to his arms around him. “I’ll stay awake with you in case you fall asleep.”

“If I recall correctly, you were the one who always fell asleep first when we studied together late into the night.” Tighnari pursed his lips. Cyno had to wonder if Tighnari knew how much he was teasing him. “What do you want to do at the festival, Cyno?”

“After we find your Windblume, let’s go to the Cat’s Tail and play Genius Invokation.” Cyno quickly decided. Tighnari’s pout became a lighthearted laugh at his predictable answer.

“The stairs have eroded a lot so watch your step, Cyno.” Tighnari warned him. Stormterror’s Lair was in a worse state than he expected it would be. They decided to begin their search for a Windblume in the ruins of Old Mondstadt. He cautiously placed his feet on the first step to test if it could carry his weight. He drew power from his Dendro vision and vines sprouted beneath his feet. The vines encircled the withered stone and reinforced the staircase.

Cyno read of Decaradian and his reign over Old Mondstadt. The powerful wind circling the tower was a sign of the god’s lingering power. The Archon War had left scars on the seven regions and they haven’t been able to fully recover despite the centuries that had passed. From his time with the Temple of Silence and experience sealing resentful gods, he was all too familiar with how dangerous they were.

He instinctively took Tighnari’s hand so he would be able to protect him. His touch was so sudden that it made Tighnari look back at him in confusion. “Is something wrong, Cyno?”

He couldn’t find the words to explain his feelings to him. Tighnari tilted his head and looked into his eyes. Cyno liked how direct Tighnari was but his accessing eyes now made him feel a little flustered. As the General Mahamatra, he rarely felt nervous yet Tighnari was the exception to so many of his rules. “Let’s head inside quickly. This whirlwind is irritating my ears.”

Tighnari didn’t pull away from Cyno’s grip. Rather, he squeezed his fingers and then led him up the spiralling staircase. They held hands as they explored the tower. Cyno distracted himself from his feelings for Tighnari by surveying the buildings around them. The architecture of Mondstadt was different from anything they would find in the desert or rainforest. While the tower was in disarray, he filled the holes and patches with his imagination. Then, he pictured Tighnari in field of windwheel asters.

“There should be an opening in the wind barrier near the Statue of Barbatos. Once we’re inside, we can look for documents or portraits that reference Windblumes.” Cyno said. He hoped that the tower still held books and records that could help them. The storm circling Old Mondstadt only dissipated recently and historians haven’t explored the ruins yet.

“Look at those asters.” Tighnari paused on the steps and pointed to a patch of red flowers in the distance. “We should pick a few as souvenirs on our way back. I heard cecilias are also beautiful and they only grow on Starsnatch Cliff. I’m dragging you all over Mondstadt, aren’t I? We’re in Mondstadt for a week so we can do whatever you want tomorrow.”

A faint blush rose onto Tighnari’s face. His words almost sounded like he was asking him on a date and he hoped Cyno wouldn’t find it strange. He loved Cyno but he decided to only confess his feelings if he felt the same. He didn’t want to risk their friendship by being impulsive.

The wind blew harder and Tighnari held his hair back from his face. A shadow loomed over them and he felt the air change around him. The ground shook as a large dragon landed in front of them. It rested its claw on the staircase casually yet that slight pressure was enough to make the stone crack. The floor didn’t break completely but they couldn’t relax in front of the dragon.

Cyno pushed Tighnari behind him and he summoned his divine spirit. Violet wisps wrapped around him and materialized as claws. His eyes didn’t waver behind his helmet as he faced the dragon. He wouldn’t allow anyone to hurt tighnari. Tighnari stepped forward to stand beside him and nocked his bow. He glanced at him in the corner of his eyes.

“The wind called me and told me that two foolish adventurers passed through the barrier.” The dragon spoke, surprising both of them. Even though Cyno didn’t sense malice from it, he still felt protective of Tighnari. “Why have you trespassed onto this dangerous land? It is no place for two humans.”

“Are you one of the four winds, Dvalin?” Tighnari asked once he recognized the dragon from the songs that he heard the bards sing. He lowered his weapon but he kept the bow string pulled back slightly. “We’re here to search for a Windblume. You’ve been alive for centuries. Have you heard of the flower or know what it could be?”

“The bard and his friends sang of that flower during the age of war. The stronger the wind blows, the firmer the roots of the Windblume and the brighter the flowers that burst into bloom.” Hope and excitement filled Tighnari at the thought that he could find the Windblume easier than expected. Then, Dvalin continued. “But that’s all the flower is: a rallying poem.”

“What do you mean? Does the flower not exist?” This time, Dvalin didn’t answer him and flew away instead.

Cyno and Tighnari sat in a field of cecilias. The flowers around them were beautiful and their white petals created an illusion of mist rising from the ground. He couldn’t find a Windblume so he went to pick Mondstadt specialties as a consolation. However, the disappointment of their failed journey still stung. The breeze around them was warm and comforting compared to the whirlwinds of Old Mondstadt.

“The Widblume holds a lot of sentimental value to the people of Mondstadt. Though, I believe they’ll still give out Windblume to their loved ones— whatever that flower is to them. A part of me understands but it would’ve been exciting to discover an extinct plant.” Tighnari plucked a cecilia and curled its stem around his finger. “I’m sorry I wasted your time, Cyno.”

It wasn’t a waste. I spent it with you. The thought crossed Cyno’s mind but he didn’t voice it. The forced smile Tighnari had tugged at his heart and he searched for a way to make him truly smile. “What did the flower say after he told a joke? I was just pollen your leg.”

“Since we’re on vacation, I’m not going to comment on how forced your joke is. There’s no need for you to tell me puns the way you do with your Matra. I’m not scared of you, Cyno.” Tighnari said and laid back on the dirt. He watched the clouds drift above them until Cyno leaned over him. His red eyes filled his vision.

Cyno’s eyes were the same colour as windwheel asters. Tighnari thought over everything he learned about the festival and the flowers of Mondstadt. “The Windblume represents the courage to fight for what you hold dear: freedom, family… Love.”

He tucked a cecilia behind Tighnari’s ear and its snow white colour contrasted his dark hair. The Archon War was over but there were battles far more frightening than that. The possibility of losing Tighnari scared Cyno more than vengeful gods or dangerous monsters. At a young age, Cyno decided he would become the General Mahamatra to protect Sumeru. Tighnari inspired him further.

“We couldn’t find a Windblume but I made one for you.” Cyno sat back and opened his bag on his lap. He could feel Tighnari watching him curiously and his heart beat faster against his chest. He pulled out a nilotpala lotus that was carved from crystal. The clear material shimmered as he held it out to Tighnari.

“It’s beautiful.” Tighnari’s voice was a little breathless. He slowly cupped his hand around the lotus and lifted it out of his palm. Even if the flower wasn’t made of crystal, Tighnari would’ve held it delicately. It was a gift from Cyno, after all. He smiled down at the flower and examined each indent he had carved into the crystal. He cradled the flower in his hand as he shifted closer to Cyno and kissed his cheek. “I have a Windblume that will never wilt. Thank you, Cyno.”

Cyno cupped Tighnari’s cheek in his hand and tenderly ran his thumb over his soft skin. The flowers around them couldn’t compare to Tighnari and Cyno saw him as far more than a Windblume. Tighnari was the moon he would follow like the North Star.

[m34gs]

Hi friend!!!

For the character ask game: Rangiku and Rukia???💙💙💙💙

Hi friend!! Thank you for the ask! (related to this post)

A bit long, so I will be putting it under a cut!

Rangiku

1: sexuality headcanon: I think Rangiku is bi. I also like to hc her as polyamorous.

2: otp: OT3, actually :) with both Shuhei and Kira! I just really like their dynamics together. I feel like each of them has a great chemistry one on one with the others, as well as in a group, so I imagine them as a triad polycule.

3: brotp: Orihime. I feel like they really bonded during Rangiku's time in the human world, especially as she stayed over at Orihime's! I think they would have had plenty of time to get to know each other and become very close friends. I also feel like Rangiku would adore Orihime's gentle and sweet nature, and want to protect her.

4: notp: Hitsugaya. I just don't like the ship, and that's ok. I prefer to see them as a familial sibling relationship.

5: first headcanon that pops into my head: The "airhead" act is just that - an act. She's actually very smart and worries quite a lot about serious things. The act helps her in two ways: it makes enemies underestimate her which gives her an upper hand, and it helps lighten somber moods around her.

6: favorite line from this character: "That bad habit you had of always disappearing without telling me where you are going...still hasn't changed." I just feel this really sums up how much she does care about Gin, and how much she does notice despite her airheaded appearance/act.

7: one way in which I relate to this character: She can be very perceptive of the feelings of those she cares about, and worries about them a lot. I also worry about those close to me and try to be supportive of them.

8: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character: Anytime there's a close-up on her breasts, and anytime she tries to use her looks to get her out of something or gain something she wants. I don't know, I just don't like that part.

9: cinnamon roll or problematic fave? "Sin-amon roll". Lol. :D

Rukia

1: sexuality headcanon: honestly, in my mind I most often hc Rukia as straight. That's just how I see her.

2: otp: Though I headcanon her as straight, I don't really have an OTP for Rukia...I am pretty flexible in who I ship her with. I like shipping her with Renji, I like shipping her with Ichigo, I like shipping her with Kaien, etc. It kind of depends on my mood and if I'm reading/writing a particular fic and what the other ships that are going on in the fic are. I find Rukia is pretty shipable.

3: brotp: Orihime. Again. Lol. I just think there's something about Orihime that allows her to form really good friendships. She is a very earnest, honest girl and she does her best to help those around her. I love it. I like to think they have movie nights and popcorn and go shopping together and talk about all sorts of things!

4: notp: Kon. I don't like them as a pairing; not when Kon's in Ichigo's body, not when he's in the stuffed lion, and I wouldn't like it even if Kon had his own body. I just really don't like it.

5: first headcanon that pops into my head: Rukia is not good at flirting. I feel she would be far too literal to catch most flirting aimed at her, and I feel she would try way too hard to be casual when doing the flirting that she would come across the exact opposite. And I think that would only add to her charm. :)

6: favorite line from this character: I can't remember it exactly, but I think it's "I may appear young to you, but I have lived nearly 10 of your lifetimes", which she says to Ichigo when they first meet. I don't know, I just think it feels kinda badass and also is an indication of the wisdom she's gained over the years from her lived experiences.

7: one way in which I relate to this character: Rukia likes cute things! I like cute things! I think if she were real she would adore my cat and we could go shopping online for Squishables or some other really cute stuff!

8: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character: When she's acting for Ichigo's family to get them to let her stay over. I just don't really like that scene.

9: cinnamon roll or problematic fave? Cinnamon Roll. Definite Cinnamon Roll.

Hope you enjoyed these answers, friend! Thanks again for asking :D

[where-fantasy-meets-reality]

The Way He Looks

Masterlist

Pairing: Obi-Wan x F! Reader

Rating: Explicit 

W/C: 5.5 K

Warning: Pure smut. Read at your risk. MINORS DO NOT ENGAGE! 18+ only.

A/N: I’ve had this one done for a while now and just have been lacking the courage to post it. I’m not used to writing a lot of smut but this story idea is underrated in my humble opinion and too good to pass up, and I got tiered of allowing it live in my brain rent free. That being said, I hope you enjoy it and your support is always appreciated and welcomed.

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You stood against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Jedi Council Chamber. The council wasn’t in session, but that didn’t matter to you. There was only one council member you were waiting for.

You had been in a secret relationship with Obi-Wan for months now despite that it had caused to you stray from the code. Well, only in the official sense, Obi and yourself had still stayed true to all of your responsibilities as Jedi. Additionally, both of you were in agreement that if it came to it, you would both lay your life down for the Jedi Order; separately or together.

Therefore, in your eyes, the relationship was just a beautiful expression of the bond the two of your shared through the Force.

How could a relationship that was filled with light, compassion, and love, all-natural parts of the light side of the Force, be wrong? Under that logic, the only thing that you two really had to worry about was the Council or your fellow Jedi finding out.

Obi-Wan was due back from a mission at any moment now. As his ship had entered the star system, he had messaged you on a secure channel and told you to meet you in the Jedi Council chambers….so, here you were, leaning casually against the window.

Waiting.

You wondered what could be so urgent that he needed to see you right away. If he was back from a mission, wouldn’t the Council need to be debriefed? Did he want you to sit through the debriefing? Had the mission gone bad and he needed to talk to someone? Or was he injured and didn’t want anyone to know? The possibilities were endless and It was killing you as to what the sense of urgency in his voice could have meant.

Sounds of the sliding door and leather boots shuffling along the floor had you spinning around.

Obi-Wan entered the chamber, healthy and clean looking. You breathed a sigh of relief at that. His brown Jedi robes flowed around him as he walked quickly over to you. As he got closer to you, you could see that his pupils were blown wide and filled with emotion.

With no words, he opened his arms out toward you as you ran into them. Picking you up, he spun you around as he buried his face into the crook of your neck. His warm breath and beard tickled you as you tightened your arms around his neck.

“Obi-Wan.” You whispered into his check as you placed gentle kisses on his skin.

“My darling…” He murmured as he nuzzled himself deeper into your neck. “...I’ve missed you so much…”

Chuckling softly, you smiled as you pushed back from him so you could better look at him.

“I missed you too….That mission felt like it was far too long…but I understand, we all know I’ve had to go on long missions too…. it’s inevitable. ”

You knew he worried when he was away from you. He wasn’t the jealous type or even the overprotective type; quite the opposite. Kenobi was a progressive and secure man. He knew you were more than capable of taking care of yourself and that you didn’t have wondering eyes. Yet, that didn’t mean that he wanted to be away from you either.

The days he could spend with you in his arms, the mornings you could wake up together…or even just the quiet moments he got with you were his most treasured memories. Being able to see you every day, knowing that you were smiling and healthy, and knowing that if you needed him for anything, he was there.

His lips flattened into a line. “It doesn’t help me better….still though…” He looked fully at you, his blown, crystal blue eyes finally meeting yours. “...I’m glad to see you are well and alright…I know I don’t have to but….I worry.”

Standing on your tippy-toes, you gave him a sweet, short kiss. “Just one of the many reasons why I love you.”

As you pulled away, he chased after your lips.

You felt his large hand cradle the back of your head as he modeled his lips to yours. His fingers gingerly weaved their way through your hair as his other hand sneaked its way around your waist. Using both hands, he pulled you back to him so that your bodies were touching.

Relaxing into his hold, you wrapped your around his neck again, but this time you indulged in running your fingers through his hair; a secret guilty pleasure.

His tongue rubbed up against your lips, asking for your permission and entrance. Without hesitation, you opened your mouth as you deepened the kiss.

Without ceasing his advances, he slowly started walking you backward.

It wasn’t that you didn’t trust him to guide you, for you trusted him completely. But you had never seen him like this.

Reluctantly breaking the kiss, you panted trying to catch your breath. “....Obi…Obi-Wan, what are we doing?”

Placing his hands under your butt, he lifted you up and you instinctively wrapped your legs around him.

As he looked up at you, you noticed the neediness that he radiated through the Force. “...I thought of nothing but you…as the days grew longer my need turned to agony…Now that I have you in my arms again, I don’t want to waste another second….I need you.”

Shock coursed through you as you struggled in his hold, somewhat objecting. “HERE?! NOW??.... We can go back to my chambers if you want, it will take less than five minutes for us to get there.”

Arching an eyebrow, he smirked. “Thats five minutes too long for me dear…”

“What if someone comes in here?! You just got back from a mission, won’t the Council meet soon for a mission report?” You huffed as he started kissing you again.

Supporting your weight with one hand, he waved the other one. You heard a faint “click” on the other side of the room.

Placing you down in his council chair, he leaned into you. ‘...No one will be coming in here now…besides…I’m not due back from my mission for another hour…”

Obi-Wan wiggled his eyebrows at you playfully.

Conceding finally, not that it took much persuasion on your part, you grabbed his face and pulled him to you.

Over the years you had lost track of how many boring council meetings you had to sit through, desperately trying to keep focus. You would always end focusing on Obi-Wan and how he would sit in that chair; the splay of his legs, how his hands rested on the arms of the chair, the way he sat back….Just the way he looked in that chair....oh the fantasies you would entertain yourself with.

You silently squealed with excitement and laughter….guess you were about to put some of those fantasies to good use.

He hovered over you, one hand resting on the curve of your hip while the other cradled the back of your head again, fingers splayed into your hair.

You moaned as your tongue danced with his; the low moans you let escape against his lips while your hips bucked slightly, desperate for any relief that it could get, not so secretly drove him wild.

As he looked into your eyes, the fingers of the hand that gripped your hip kneaded themselves into your soft flesh, causing another moan to escape from you as your head flew back into the cushion of the chair.

“Obi,” you huffed, practically begging him to touch you.

“Sssshhhh. I know princess, I know….”

You melted when he called you that. It was a nickname he didn’t use often and it was very unlike him. He only used it when he was especially teasing or needy. That thought shot to your core, causing a feeling like lava to flow through your lower belly.

Everything felt like it was all happening at once. The way his gravelly voice, heavy with his own want, rumbled in your ear and the way the scrape of his beard felt against your cheek didn’t help things much.

Kissing your chin, he listened to your whimpers of anticipation as he slowly kissed his way down your jaw. Sloppy, wet open-mouthed kisses that caused you to let out more tiny whimpers filled the otherwise silent chamber.

You were so wanton at this point, that all of his ministrations were all too much and not enough at the same time.

“Let us get you out of some of these clothes love.” He whispered as his hands reached for the hem of your tunic.

Now fully on board with his sentiment about not wanting to waste any more time, you hurriedly reached out and grabbed your tunic, and pulled it up. You threw it off you in a swift motion and over your shoulder. Before it landed on the floor behind the chair, you had reached with both hands for your bra, making quick work of discarding that as well.

Obi-Wan smiled a pleased expression. “Much better,” he purred as he sprinkled sweet kisses over your face.

His warm hands were running up and down your torso, swirling themselves over your soft skin. The hand that had been holding your head was now massaging your breast. With his large hand, he gently cupped it and slowly ran fingers over your flesh, softly groping you. He made sure to roll your peaked nipple between his fingers and it caused your cry out in both frustration and pleasure.

Groaning with want, he leaned down, continuing his work. His warm mouth covered your other neglected breast, his tongue running over your nipple and playing with it as he suckled it playfully.

Your head shot forward as you gently tugged on his hair and your legs slammed shut in desperation.

His eyes flicked to yours as his fingers pinched one breast and his teeth grazed the other. “Be patient darling.”

“Now it is I who need you.” You whined as he switched breasts, suckling the one that he had been groping earlier.

Rising up to kiss you sweetly on the lips again, his hand that has been playing with your breast now skimmed the edge of your jaw. “I know you do, darling. I promise I’m going to take care of you.”

Again your legs shut in desperation, needing friction, needing him to stop being such a tease after he had lit this fire in you.

Sensing your growing want that was matching his own, he cupped your jaw as he kissed you. He started his slow descent, his lips never leaving your skin.

He passed over the column of your throat, leaving tiny kisses everywhere. The feeling of his lips searing the skin of your neck caused your breath to shudder. Swirling his tongue against your skin, you shivered slightly.

His hand continued its way down, past your breast. Giving your nipple another squeeze for fun, his fingers slid along the smooth skin of your rib cage.

As his hands now found the curve of your hip, he kneaded the skin there as he peered up at you through his eyelashes. Those absolutely gorgeous blue eyes, accented and surrounded by his brown robe took your breath away.

Massaging fingers dug into the subtle flesh of your hips and he leaned up again and kissed you passionately, the scrape of his beard scratching your jaw as his fingers left marks on your skin, and his tongue danced with yours. The sensations caused you to gasp audibly in his mouth.

He would never tell you how much he loved to hear the sounds you made when he touched you, and he would do everything he could to get you to make those sounds for him.

For him to know that it was him who caused those sounds to fall from your pretty lips, to bring you the pleasure that caused you to thrash your body against his, to hear your voice call his name in fits of lust, love, and passion, filled him with a sense of pride that was very unbecoming of a Jedi. Everything was different when it came to you, he was yours and you were his.

You were his only vice, his one weakness. The only thing that could cause him to break the rules of the Jedi Code….and the only thing he saw as worthy of breaking the rules for.

“You’re so beautiful my sweet girl, did you know that?” He murmured as he kissed his way across your collarbone.

Feeling the slight bucking of your hips against him and hearing your cries, he decided to take pity on you finally. Backing away slightly, one of his hands parted your folds as his long fingers ran through them.

Your head immediately flew back into the chair as you whined. “Ahhh! Obi…..Oh, Obi…please stop teasing me!” You cried as he ran his fingers up and down your most sensitive part.

Burying his face in your neck, you felt his bread scratch against you as his tongue swirled itself against your skin, leaving open-mouthed kisses on the column of your throat all the way up to your ear. Leaning down over you, even more, than he already was, his hot breath against your ear caused you to squirm and your arousal to pool on his palm. “Oh, sweetheart.” He crooned. “Are you all bothered and excited because of me?” He teased.

Finding your center, his middle finger started rubbing light circles against it.

The hand that was still holding your hip moved and reached its way up to your jaw and titled it so he could look into your eyes. “Is this all for me princess? Hmmm? Did you need me to take care of this for you?”

His ministrations and feather-light touches against your core were not enough to relieve you of the burning sensation in your belly, they were only just enough to drive you mad with more need. “Yes! Oh please, Obi…” you groaned as you thrashed your head.

“Such a good girl when you beg, so pretty.” Obi-Wan teased. He was inches from your ear and the tingles from his hot heath so close to you made your hips buck against his fingers.

The feeling of his beard scratching against your neck as he worked his way down your body caused you to writhe on his palm. As he traveled lower on your body, kissing as he went, you realized his destination, and you shuddered in anticipation.

He knelt in front of you as slouched in his council chair. Gently parting your legs to allow him better access, he kissed the inside of your thighs as he came to rest in between your legs.

The feeling of him sliding between your legs caused a whimper from the back of your throat to sound. Obi-Wan gave you a sweet chuckle as he looked up at you from between your legs.

“You look so beautiful like this darling, do you know that?” He placed a sensual kiss on one of your thighs. He softly placed your legs on his shoulders as he moved closer.  His hands anchored themselves to your hips, his fingers massaging circles into your skin, as he leaned forward and gave your core a few soft licks.

Your head thrashed back at his touch and your body shuddered, he was such a tease. He knew you were practically begging for him to let you have your release and he just wanted to drag this out as long as he could, his need having been burning since the mission began. He was really taking his time with you.

Leaning back into you again, his eyes made contact with you as he lapped at your core, his lips sealing themselves around your nub. His eyes looked directly into yours as he finally have you the pleasure you craved.

“Yessss.” You gasped as your hand slid through his coppery hair, your fingers splaying through it and tugging slightly as he increased the pressure but not the speed.

Feeling two of his fingers slide into you made your eyes practically roll back into your head. You started bucking your hips to the rhythm of his thrusting fingers and his tongue. His licks and sucking alternated, driving you mad as you weren’t able to figure out the pattern that he was using. Checky man.

You felt him humm against you, forcing you to cry out his name. The vibrations against your core mixed with the sensation of his fingers hitting that perfect spot inside of you caused you to feel like you were going to explode. Inside your mind, you could hear his voice. “That’s it, sweet girl, let me hear you.”

When he used the Force on you, creeping into your mind to communicate with you and feel your pleasure through, it made you want to prolong the oncoming crash; so that you keep the both of you suspended in this euphoric state.

Mouth falling open, you let out a wanton moan as he sucked hard on your clit as his fingers thrusted in and out of you, opening you up for what would come next. His beard scraped the inside of your legs, leaving them raw and burned as the laval caused by his beautiful mouth pooled inside your lower belly. It was all too much and not enough at the same time. You wanted to combust apart but stay like this forever, in a state of blissed-out pleasure.

“Oh….my….O…Obi,” you gasped as you felt your insides erupt like butterflies lived inside you.

Feeling your velvet walls tighten around his fingers, he pumped them harder into you. He detached his lips from your core and rose swiftly up to your lips, catching the whimper that fell from your sweet mouth in protest from the place where you wanted his lips the most.

As fingers still thrusted into you, his other hand held your thigh open, allowing him to continued access to you.

His lips molded to yours in a passionate and wild kiss.

Bringing you higher and higher, you could feel your self starting to crash.

He moaned into you as squeezed around his fingers again. As his tongue wrestled with yours, you felt a feeling ghosting against your nub. It felt like his lips were on you again, like they were everywhere really. Your hands shot to his face as you grabbed onto him, burying your fingers in his hair.

Painting and moaning into him, he swallowed all your noises with his kiss as he brought you closer to your climax. Inside your mind, you heard his soft voice, thick with want in that Courscantian accent. “Cum for me darling, let me feel you.”

And that was it. The sound of his gravely, smooth voice in your head made you melt into him and his menstruations. All the different things he was doing to you caused you to clamp your walls down on his fingers as your thighs slammed shut and you all but screamed into his kiss as you tried to bring him closer to you.  

Bringing you down slowly, his fingers slowed their thrusts and they became more gentle. Through the Force, he gave you the sensation of small, kitten licks on your core. His kiss became softer on your lips, more patient, allowing you to come down slowly rather than all at once.

Slowly, he pulled his fingers out of you and wiped them on his robe. As you panted heavily he kissed your forehead. “You did such a good job for me, sweetheart, do you think you’re up for more?”

His eyes looked onto yours, but there was no demand there. Just a warmth that you knew masked a burning desire for you, to experience pleasure with you. Who knew that the color blue could look so warm?  

“Yes.” You whispered into his shoulder.

Without saying a word he lifted you up, held you to him, and sat himself down in the chair so that you were straddling his hips. His thick and hard cock that now tented his pants rubbed against your very sensitive core and you whimpered.

His hands that held your hips soothed them, rubbing circles into your skin, as he kissed your cheek. “It’s okay, take all the time you need. The doors are locked, no one’s coming to disturb us.”

Enjoying the blissful moments, the two of you planted sweet kisses on one another as you felt your mind slowly defog from the euphoria of your orgasm. Feeling like you slowly returned to your body, you started to feel the desire build up in your core again. It took hold of you and made you feel like you would disappear into nothing without his touch.

Rolling your hips, you rubbed your silky mound over his hard bulge, causing him to growl. “Tease” he rasped. Arching an eyebrow, you rolled your hips harder into him. Leaning close to his ear you whispered, “it’s all fun and games until your the one who gets teased.”

Your hot breath must have tickled him and sent goosebumps along his body and electrifyed his nerve endings, because his hips jerked hard into you at the sensation of your whispers. Kissing your way along his bearded jaw, you continued to grind your core against him. You loved watching him squirm just as much as he did you.

Your relationship was like that. You two were an intellectual match, all wit, and banter, but deep down, there was a profound love for one another. Getting each other all hot and bothered before pleasuring and indulging one another was just your way of expressing your love for one another.

Feeling his member twitch from your teasing and his increased breathing that registered in your ears, you started to lower yourself down to the floor so that you were the one kneeling in between his legs now. His eyes grew as he realized what you were doing.

Leaning forward, he started to protest and tried to reach for you. “Oh, no darling you don’t have….” but the feeling of an invisible sensation pushing him back and holding him down caused him to cut his sentence short.

“Ssssshhhhh….” You whispered as your fingers nimbly slipped into the hem of his pants and started to pull them down. Patting his thighs, you encouraged him to raise his hips. Grunting and struggling, he griped “That’s not how you’re supposed to use the Force.”

Arching an eyebrow, you released him so that he could comfortably lift his hips for you. “Says the Jedi Master who used it to pleasure me not even five minutes ago.”

Grunting in protest as you released him, he lifted his hips allowing you to remove his pants and boxers. His large, thick member that glistened with pre-cum at the tip popped out and Obi-Wan gasped with relief as his member was now freed.

Pressing a gentle kiss to the hip of his member you murmured, “tell me you don’t want this and I won’t do it.”

“It’s degrading.” He huffed, hips jerking involuntarily against your lips.

Sultry as you could, you bent down to the floor and removed his pants and boots. Rising slowly, you kissed the inside of his thighs as you made your way back up to his member.

Your eyes locked with his gorgeous blue ones as you slowly interested the tip of his member into your mouth and slowly sucked, swirling your tongue around his tip.

Obi-Wan’s head flew backward as you slowly sucked on the tip of cock. Releasing it from your mouth with a “pop” sound. “Mmmmhhhhmmm….It’s not degrading if I want to do it…”

Taking the base of him in your hand, you pumped his member again as you re-inserted him into your mouth, cheeks hallowed out. Keeping a steady rhythm, you started bobbing your head and sucking to the same rhythm that your hand was pumping him.

“...O…Oh….Fuck….Stars sweetheart…” He huffed, his hands gripping the armrests of the chair, his knuckles turning white. As one of your hands patted his thighs for encouragement, your other hand locked with his and you guided him to your hair.

“...I…don’t wa….want…to hurt…you.”

Projecting from your mind you told him to relax and allow him to enjoy himself and that if he was hurting you, you would let him know. Conceding, you felt his fingers sink into your hair at the base of your head. He started slowly guiding your bobbing head over his cock.

Sinking lower, you kept pumping his member with your hand while you started playing and sucking on his balls. The sounds coming from your lover as he tugged on your hair were making you wet all over again.

After some time you slowly rose and focused on just the tip. It was leaking and swollen.

Laying your tongue flat against the underside of him, you slowly took all of him in so that he hit the back of your throat. You heard him curse into a moan as you started deep throating him,

As you sucked your lips around his member, nearly gagging on his size and girth, you felt him pull you up to his level. Seating you in his lap, he huffed out a chuckle. “Keep that up darling and there won’t be much fun left for either of us to enjoy.”

Smiling darkly, you leaned forward and nuzzled your nose with his. “We wouldn’t want that now, would we?

“No, we would not.” He mumbled as he started kissing you, he guided your hips towards his member.

Without breaking the kiss, you held his still hard and leaking member up to the entrance of your core.

“Darling, I need to be inside of you.” Obi-Wan huffed as locked his lips with yours.

Lowering your his, you slowly sank onto his member. Bottoming out, you threw your arms around him as he deepened the kiss.

Feeling his thick member within your tight, warm, silky walls, you ignored the sting as you adjusted to him. Through your bond in the Force, he could feel the pressure you felt and the sting his member caused you. His hands moved to your hips and started soothing them. “Whenever you’re ready.”

You planted a kiss on his forehead. This man was so patient, so caring with you. It floored you that despite the intense need and passion he felt, he didn’t push or rush you and you loved him even more for it.

Tightening your grip on his shoulder, raised yourself up till his cock was almost at your entrance, only to sink slowly back down again.

“Oh gosh.” You huffed as you raised yourself again, his hands keeping you steady.

“Yes, that’s it darling.”

Slowly you rose and fell on his hard member, your hands gripping his shoulders for balance. With every fall, you made sure to angle your hips so that his member stroked all the right spots inside your velvety walls, causing you both to moan.

Obi-Wan finally gave in as he grew impatient and grabbed your hips and started moving you up and down at a faster rhythm as he thrust his hips up into you at the same time.

Normally your lover was a patient man, willing and always wanting to take his time with you. However, the sheer need for you that rippled off of him through the Force and the way he forcibly thursted up into you, desperate for you both to find your releases….well, you were ashamed to say that his level of want turned you on.

Your moans were growing louder as you rode him

Leaning forward, he took one of your bouncing nipples into his mouth. The heat of his mouth mixed with the slight edge of his teeth that gently grazed your skin sent you wild. You threw your head back and held onto him tighter as you increased the roll of your hips and met him thrust for thrust.

“...Oh darling…” He whispered as he sat forward and drew his hands around the small of your back. “You look absolutely radiant like this….Such a good girl for me….”

He knew the effect his praise had on you, his beaming blue eyes with his pupils blown wide and his side smirk said at all as he watched you pleasure yourself on him.

The sight of him below you was one that you wanted to ingrain you forever. This gorgeous Jedi in just his tunic and that gorgeous robe that he used to shield you with, his auburn hair glistening in the afternoon sunlight that poured in through the windows of the council chamber. The feeling of his soft robes that pooled around your thighs and how it contrasted with the hardness of the chair. How his large hands that guided each of your thrusts and kept you steady felt; the combination of his calloused fingers from years of wielding a lightsaber mixed with the softness of his touch, his intentions were never to hurt only to love you and you knew that.

Through the Force, light, compassion, and love radiated from him as his cerulean eyes bore into yours. It sent what felt like a pool of lava coursing through your lower belly and forced your hands to tighten on his shoulders and your spongey, velvet wells to clench around him.

“Ahhhh….” Obi-Wan moaned as his eyes snapped to yours. “....Oooo….You’re close aren’t you sweetheart…”

“...Y….ye….yes.” You whined as he continued to slam into you.

Grabbing you and pulling you closer to him, he held you tightly to his chest, allowing you more access to hold onto him as he outright rammed himself into you.

Obi-Wan had made love to you before, but he wasn’t kidding when he said he was going to outright fuck you this time.

“..Ooo….bi…….Obi…..” You huffed and whined in his ear as you climbed higher and higher, closer to your release.

Turning, he planted a soft kiss on your cheek, an action that paled in comparison to the way he was heavily thrusting into you. “Let go for me sweet girl…..I’ve….I’ve  got you, let go….”

The whispers in your ear came at the same time you felt his hand move between the two of you to your core. Heavy-handed, he started rubbing tight circles on your nub.

Burying your head into his robe-covered shoulder, you rode out the release of your high as you moaned into him.

All the while through it, he kept thrusting into you and pleasuring you while whispering words of praise and love.

Feeling almost disoriented, you were ready to limply slump against your Jedi when he whispered to you again. “Not yet beautiful….I am almost done, do you think you can hold on….for me?”

Tightening your grip on him, you started riding him again, your sensitive walls causing you to be louder than you wanted to, but it just felt so good that you didn’t care. You would do anything for him.

Neither did Obi-Wan. You couldn’t see it, but the smile that he wore at the sounds that were coming from you would have made you lose it all over again.

Gripping you tightly, Obi-Wan forcefully thrust a few more times into you until he couldn’t hold on anymore. With a whimper and whisper of your name, he thrust up into you and found his release.

Your moans and words of praise that you whispered to each other as you basked in the glow of your shared release was a tranquility that you treasured.

Lazily, kisses were exchanged as your ran your hands through his thick hair. His hands roamed all over your body; the smoothness of your back, the subtle flesh of your thighs and hips. How gently but firmly his hands glided across your skin as your tongues danced with another.

You didn’t want to part your lips from his but the overwhelming need to breathe burned in your lugs.

“Don’t go just yet…” Obi-Wan whispered as he held you too him.

You giggled. “...Obi…I feel like we’ve already pushed our luck….someone is bound to come and knock on that door eventually….You are supposed to give a council briefing from your mission….remember?”

He rolled his eyes, “Ugh...How could I froget….Espchically when I want nothing more than to hold you in my arms..”

“Mmmmhhhmm” you moaned as you nuzzled into him. “I would love that….but…,” you reluctantly pushed yourself up off him and stood up. “...we can do that AFTER you get this Council meeting over with…”

Obi-Wan’s cerulean eyes gleamed at you, full of mischief and love. He wiggled his eyebrows as he reached out and grabbed your hand. “We still have 20 minutes darling….”

“OBI!” You protested playfully.

As he pulled you ontop of him, you gave up, smiling in surrender as you kissed him. This man was incourageable when he had his mind set on something. You weren’t exactly opposed to it either, Obi would never let anyone catch you two…and you would be lying if said you hadn’t missed him too.

Pulling back from his kiss, you startled his hips again. “...Silly boy, once I get you back to my apartment…we have all night…”

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[engie-ivy]

(Break-Up and Make-Up, Feelings with a Happy Ending. Happy new year everyone!🎊)

Once, Remus and Sirius were together and very much in love. Or at least Remus had been. For Sirius, it hadn't even been worth trying long-distance for. Now, it's been years, and Remus and Sirius are still drawn to each other.

How It Glistened As It Fell

All Too Well - Taylor Swift

Sirius shrugs. “We’ll have to spend time together anyway, we should make the most of it and use it to our advantage.”

“Just to be clear,” Remus swallows. “You’re suggesting... hooking up?”

“Only for the duration of our stay.”

“Right. Of course.”

“You’re single, I’m single, we’re both here. There’s always been this physical attraction between us, I don’t think that’s changed. There’s something pulling us towards each other, and I see no reason to keep fighting it.”

Remus hesitates for a moment before replying. “Yeah, why not?”

Why not? Why not?

Right now, waking up in the bed in the lodge next to Sirius, with Sirius’ arms wrapped tightly around him, Sirius’ head resting on his chest, the feel of Sirius’ soft hair against his cheek, Sirius’ still familiar scent surrounding him, competed by the golden sunlight falling through the bedroom window beautifully illuminating Sirius’ sleeping face, Remus can think of a hundred reasons why not.

Because I was quite enjoying not wanting to rip my heart out every time something reminds me of you.

Because I prefer my mental health intact, thank you very much.

Because it was a hell of a lot of work to get over you, and it would be quite a waste if a few days made it all for nothing.

Because you never looking at me like that again is still better than you looking at me like that, but knowing it isn’t real, perhaps it never was.

Because it cannot be casual, not for me, not when it’s you.

But it’s too late. Remus allowed himself to fall into Sirius’ embrace and wake up in his arms the next morning, and now he’s utterly screwed. Keeping his mental health intact is a ship that’s sailed.

Sirius and Remus used to be together, once upon a time. It had been good, and Remus had been very in love.

Technically, it ended because Remus was offered a great internship position oversees. He simply couldn’t refuse, didn’t want to refuse, Sirius hadn’t wanted him to refuse. So he left, and that had been the end of it. In reality, though, it ended because Remus, in a moment of weakness, had asked Sirius to do long-distance, and Sirius had refused. Remus had expected it, really. After all, Sirius had always been too good for him, he always knew he wouldn’t be able to keep him. Of course Sirius wouldn’t be waiting for a boyfriend far away he could hardly ever see when men were lining up for him.

Remus had done his internship, got offered a job, and ended up staying in America for several years. He has only recently returned. He stayed in contact with his friends from England, especially James and Lily, and even Sirius, albeit superficially. They had been friends before anything else, after all.

Now, Remus had moved back to England only a couple weeks ago, and of course he couldn’t escape spending the Holidays with his friends. Well, he wanted to see them, of course, just... Sirius. That’s still sensitive.

Christmas and New Year’s alone would’ve made him nervous enough, but now Frank and Alice are getting married in the days between. They’ve booked rooms in a beautiful lodge surrounded by tall pine trees and snowy mountains for three days for all their friends to stay. And if that wasn’t intense enough, it was Frank and Alice, James and Lily, Dorcas and Marlene, Peter and Mary, Gideon and Emmeline, Fabian and Benjy. In short, all couples plus Remus and Sirius. Which means they have to share a room as well.

From the moment they saw each other, it was clear there was still attraction between them, and they were drawn to each other like moths to a flame. The whole room could sense how the air between them was charged. Sirius was quick acknowledge this tension between them, and said it shouldn’t be a surprise he’s still physically attracted to Remus.

“Because why would it be? You look amazing, Remus.”

And of course, Sirius has always been, and still is, one of the most handsome man Remus has ever seen. Denying that Sirius is handsome would be like denying the grass is green. Remus had admitted it was the same for him, so it was quickly established they were both attracted to each other, not involved with anyone else, and about to share a room for the upcoming days. Hence Sirius’ suggestion to just let what almost seemed inevitable happen.

So Remus finds himself waking up in the arms of the person he now realises he never quite got over. He closes his eyes and takes a few steadying breaths, before he carefully trying to unwrap himself from Sirius’ arms.

Sirius hums, tightens his grip and nuzzles his face in Remus’ neck. “Just a few more minutes, love.”

Remus breath hitches and he freezes.

Sirius blinks his eyes open, and it slowly comes back to him where he is and why, and he seems to realise what he just said. He pushes himself up, stares at Remus wide-eyed and opens his mouth to apologize.

Remus can’t take it.

He jumps out of bed, quickly slips into his sneakers and dashes out if the room.

Remus sits outside on the edge of the front porch, his head resting against the railing, his knees tucked against his chest, shivering in his pyjamas, just as a light snow starts falling.

He hears the door open and close behind him. A blanket is placed over his shoulders.

Sirius.

Remus glances over at him. He must’ve thrown on the first thing he saw, which is Remus’ jumper. Remus’ heart tugs painfully at the observation. Sirius is still shivering, though, in his pyjama bottoms and socked feet. Remus wants to wrap his arms around him to keep him warm and never let him go, and simultaneously wants him to leave and not come back.

“I’m sorry,” Sirius says. “I shouldn’t have said that. I didn’t mean to say that.”

Remus involuntarily flinches. He wishes Sirius would understand that it gives no comfort to hear he didn’t mean it, it’s what makes it so damn painful in the first place.

“Look,” Sirius says, running a hand through his hair as Remus doesn’t reply. “If you feel guilty because you think you’ve been leading me on, and now I’ve fallen back in love with you or something, that’s not the case.”

It hurts. So much. Remus inwardly prays for Sirius to Just. Stop. Talking.

“You don’t have to worry that my feelings for you have returned due to these days together.”

Every word he says feels like a dagger to Remus’ heart.

“They haven’t returned,” Sirius continues, merciless. “They never left, and I knew that when I suggested to cross that line while staying here. I chose to do that knowing I wasn’t over you.”

Remus jerks his head up in shock and turns to Sirius. “You... you can’t still have feelings for me! You can’t!”

Sirius just looks at him.

Remus shakes his head. “You didn’t want to do long-distance! If you truly felt so strong about me, then it wouldn’t have been such a problem! Then you wouldn’t have minded so much to stay committed, not date other people!”

“I wouldn’t have,” Sirius says, looking at Remus calmly. “But would you have believed me?”

Remus opens his mouth to reply, but then he pauses, for the first time in a long time truly thinking about his relationship with Sirius, and what it was really like.

It was great. When Remus and Sirius were together, it was great. When they were apart, however... Remus just couldn’t shake the thought that Sirius was too good for him, and that one day, Sirius will realise that too. The thought that when he’s not with Remus, he can meet someone more handsome, more fun, more bold than Remus at any moment. Remus would be filled with dread and anxiety every time Sirius was away, thinking that each time was going to be the time Sirius would not return to him. He would get in his own head and drive himself crazy with worry. What made it worse was that, while Remus has always hated clubbing and dancing, Sirius, being the social person he is, loved it. And when Sirius was out, Remus would check his phone every five minutes, wouldn’t sleep and would restlessly pace his apartment all night.

Not wanting Sirius to think he didn’t trust him, because really, it hadn’t been him, Sirius was thoughtful and considerate, Remus had pretended everything was alright when Sirius came back and hidden his anxiety from Sirius, or so he thought. Looking at the sad expression in Sirius’ eyes now, though, makes him realise that Sirius knew.

“It already was so hard on you when we were living in the same city,” Sirius says, sitting down next to Remus, looking at the snow-covered landscape under the grey sky. “If we would be living in different continents, the toll on your mental health simply would’ve been too high.”

“I knew that,” Remus says, his voice sounding hoarse. “I knew that when I asked you, but I decided to ask anyway. That was my decision.”

Sirius smiles at him sadly. “And it meant so much to me. When you asked, when you decided that the constant stress and anxiety would be worth it if you got to have me, that meant the world to me, Remus. I was tempted, so very tempted.” He shakes his head. “But I couldn’t. I couldn’t be selfish, I couldn’t let you do that to yourself. I had to let you go.”

Slowly, Remus starts to realise. “It was never going to work,” he whispers as he stares at the tall pine trees ahead. “I just wanted you to want long-distance, but deep down, I think I always knew it was never going to work.” He turns his gaze back to Sirius. “It needed to be done, and I suppose one of us needed to be strong enough to do it.”

“It needed to be done,” Sirius agrees, and Remus thinks the tears in his eyes aren’t from the sharp wind. “But damn it if it wasn’t the hardest thing I ever had to do.”

Remus moves closer until their legs are touching, and he takes one corner of his blanket and places it around Sirius’ shoulder. He leans against Sirius and rests his head on his shoulder. “Thank you,” he whispers.

Sirius takes his hand and links their fingers together and like that, they watch the snow fall.

“You know,” a smile tugs at the corner of Sirius’ mouth. “We’ll have to spend time together anyway, we should make the most of it and use it to our advantage.”

“Just to be clear,” Remus replies, unable to keep the laughter from his voice. “You’re suggesting... getting back together?”

“Only for the rest of our lives.”

“Right. Of course.”

“You’re single, I’m single, we’re both here. We’ve always been madly in love with each other, I don’t think that’s changed. There’s something pulling us towards each other, and I see no reason to keep fighting it.”

Remus looks at Sirius for a moment, eyes filled with warmth and love, before replying. “Yeah, why not?”

[musclesandhammering]

Every Single Issue I Have With S*lki (It’s Not Just The Selfcest)

Here goes. I threatened to post this a few days ago and never did, but I just saw a s*lki stan Twitter account claim that Loki caring about Sylvie more than the whole multiverse was a Good And Romantic thing and it pushed me over the fucking edge, so now you all have to read this. I’ve divided it into categories cause there’s just THAT much.

OOC Bullshit

• First and foremost, no amount of mental gymnastics you do will ever make me believe that this specific Loki- the one that just invaded New York, that just came off a year of Thanos Torture, that just got done being influenced by the sceptre, that was literally in the middle of a crisis already, and then on top of that went through all the trauma of Ep 1- would even be worried about a romantic relationship. That would be the furthest thing from his mind. Go back and watch how he acted in Avengers- you think that guy would abandon his previous mission to become a snivelling simp for a girl he’d just met 3 days prior? Yeah, there’s no universe in which that makes sense.

• “It’s very in character for Loki to fall in love with himself lololol-“ NO, it’s literally not. Out of all the characters in the mcu, I don’t think I can think of anyone that genuinely hates themselves more than Loki. He even referred to all his other male variants as “monsters” and said meeting them was “a nightmare” in this series. He’s got so much self-loathing, plus the fact that he genuinely thinks himself to be an evil backstabbing scourge- so there’s no evidence at all suggesting that he would ever develop a fondness for, or even be inclined to trust, another version of himself, after only knowing them for 3 days.

• Building on that, the whole concept of Loki falling in love with a version of himself just feeds into the annoying ass misconception that he’s a narcissist. No matter which way you stack it, he’s not. If you’re referring to NPD, he doesn’t fit the criteria, and if you’re saying “narcissist” just as a slang term meaning “selfish and arrogant”, that still doesn’t accurately describe him. But when creators like Waldron and Herron do things like having him fall in love with himself, it makes it so much easier for casual viewers to think that he is.

Shitty LGBT Rep

• It’s kinda sus that Loki’s are allegedly genderfluid and yet the only female-presenting variant we see (and apparently the only female-presenting variant there is, cause the male Loki’s all seemed unfamiliar with the concept) is treated as some kind of mind-bogglingly special paradox. Also very sus that, out of all the Loki variants, the one our Loki falls in love with just so happens to be the only female one. What a coincidence.

• The fact that the creators of the show went around bragging about Loki’s bisexuality and Marvel purposefully (lbr) allowed stories about Loki possibly having a male love interest to circulate, specifically enticing queer viewers to watch the show (you know, the definition of queerbaiting), and then instead of having a male love interest (Loki was the first queer main character, so it was the perfect opportunity) they gave us *gestures to this dumpster fire* this… it’s just a middle finger to LGBT fans. The fact that they would rather have this relationship with all its myriad of problems than have a gay relationship is just……. Very telling.

• While him being with a woman obviously doesn’t refute his bisexuality, the fact that they showed/talked about him being interested in 3 different women (flight attendant, Sylvie, Sif) and never even hinted at him being attracted to a man, definitely makes it seem like they were trying to cover up his bisexuality to smooth things over with the more homophobic viewers. You know? It’s like “I know you’re pissed that we sorta confirmed Loki as bi, so we promise we’ll never mention it again! Or even hint at it! As a matter of fact, we’ll give him lots of female lovies and make him seem as straight as possible! That’ll take your mind off of that horrible crumb of queer rep, right? Please please please keep giving us your money!!!”

• Aside from all the other issues, at its core, the biggest reason why I think I’m so irritated with s*lki is that it took one of the most interesting, complex, and diverse characters in cinema atm and squished him into a tired ass unnecessary heteronormative subplot…. Like literally every. single. other. protagonist. ever. Loki is such a unique character, and it’s so so so incredibly disappointing that they stuck him into that same boring cookie cutter romance that happens to every other character in every other movie I’ve ever seen. It’s a disservice, and it’s honestly just not compelling or entertaining at all.

Thematic Issues Galore

• His arc didn’t need a romance. With anyone. It was unnecessary and it didn’t make sense plot-wise. In fact, one of the reasons he was my fav prior to this was because he was the only big-name mcu character whose story wasn’t muddied-up by a romance that didn’t need to be there. So much for that.

• He wasn’t emotionally ready for a romantic relationship with anyone. Hell, just a genuine friendship would’ve been pushing it for him at this point. He was in such a bad state that any relationship he got into would’ve been toxic and unhealthy for both him and the other person, and it doesn’t make sense why the writers would want to put him in one when there were so many cons and essentially no pros (other than “Uwu aren’t they cute together”).

• Sylvie’s character in general was unnecessary and Loki’s character was robbed just by her being there. The whole show became about her post-Ep 2. They spent most of the time giving her backstory, building her up, telling us how awesome she is, trying to convince us to like her, etc when what they really needed to be doing was building Loki up- cause I gotta say, if I had to describe TVA!Loki in a few words, they would be Flat, Boring, and Weak.

• The romance overtakes the plot. They spend time portraying their supposed connection that could’ve been spent adding depth and complexity to literally any of the characters. They make the big Nexus Event them giving each other googly eyes on Lamentis when it could’ve been so many other way more profound things that speak to the fundamental nature of Loki’s. They have the climax of the finale be “oh no she betrayed him to kill He Who Remains” when it could’ve been something way more compelling (Loki having a moral crisis over whether or not to kill HWR, Loki contemplating the state of the multiverse and weighing the pros and cons of freedom vs order, Loki looking into some What If situations and getting emotional about what could’ve been regarding his family, Loki realising the gravity of HWR’s offer and finally coming to terms with how important he is to the universal cycle, etc etc). The entire plot suffered in favour of a romance that half of us didn’t even want.

• It essentially reduced all of Loki’s potential character growth down to “He did it for his crush.” He seemed to at least have some motivations of his own in Ep 1-2 (feeble as they were) but after Sylvie showed up in Ep 3, literally every action he took was just him being a simp for her. Why did he lie in the interrogation? To try to protect Sylvie. Why did he fight the minutemen and Timekeepers? To survive kinda, but mostly cause it was important to Sylvie. Why did he get pruned? Cause he got distracted trying to confess his crush to Sylvie. Why did he try to get out of The Void? Cause he thought Sylvie needed him. Why did he stay in The Void? Cause Sylvie was staying. Why did he try to enchant Alioth? Cause Sylvie told him to. Why did the multiverse get cracked open, leading to an infinite number of Kangs waging war on all of existence? Cause Loki didn’t wanna hurt Sylvie in their fight at the Citadel and then get distracted by her kissing him. It’s uninteresting and honestly pretty embarrassing.

• Throughout their “relationship arc” the writers do their absolute damndest to convince us that we should like Sylvie more than Loki. And you know what? It’s the most hypocritical shit I’ve ever seen. They preach and preach about how Sylvie’s life has been so difficult/we should feel bad for her/she had it so bad/poor poor sylvie/she had it SO much worse than pampered prince Loki…. But then they never even touch on any of Loki’s trauma of hardships (the ones that have been ignored for literally 3 movies now). They frame Sylvie as a good person and a Freedom Fighter after she spent literal decades/centuries mass-murdering brainwashed TVA agents and showing exactly zero remorse for it….. but then they make it their mission to constantly remind us that Loki is a terrible person and constantly put him in situations where he’s forced to acknowledge his wrongdoings/show remorse/admit to how “evil” he is for being a mass murderer for like 2 years. They show him on-screen having a wider range of powers than her, and perpetuate his whole shtick of being a “master manipulator” or whatever….. But then they make Sylvie “the brawn” more competent, intelligent, and physically capable than him. Tell me how it’s a good thing for a ship to be so narratively biased toward one character.

Missed Opportunities

• If they absolutely had to have a romance subplot, then they could’ve paired Loki with one of the characters that have already been established OR one of the characters that were a big part of the whole TVA storyline anyway. It would’ve been so interesting if they’d revealed that Loki had a history with some of the players from previous films (Sif and Fandral both come to mind). It also would’ve been really interesting if they’d given Loki a love interest that actually had some allegiance to the TVA as a whole (Mobius maybe, but not necessarily. It also could’ve been Renslayer or B-15). Hell, imo it would’ve been cool if they’d followed through with that “See you again someday” line that he said to the flight attendant in Ep 1. ALL of these characters have way more chemistry with him than Sylvie, and they were also already relevant to the plot without wasting half the show to give background info on them.

• If they absolutely had to have a hetero-presenting love story involving an enchantress-type figure, then there’s a whole Enchantress (Amora) that was actually Loki’s love interest in the comics. Plus, fans have been screaming for Amora to appear in the mcu for years. Plus, Tom literally pitched an Amora/Loki storyline way back in 2012-13. Also, Lorelei (another enchantress) is also one of Loki’s love interests in the comics, and she already exists in the mcu (she was on Agents of SHIELD). There were several different established characters for them to choose from. Creating a whole knew amalgamation of a character and going with the “she’s a Loki variant” storyline was just completely unnecessary and made no sense.

• They completely robbed us of a Chaos Twins dynamic. Had they handled Sylvie better and not forced her and Loki to smooch, the two of them could’ve had a really really complex and interesting sibling relationship. Loki could’ve stepped into Thor’s shoes and sort of used that new role to gain some self importance, and Sylvie could’ve finally had somebody to look out for her/teach her magic/be there for her. It would’ve been very aesthetically pleasing, the vibes would’ve been out of this world, it would’ve been way more profound than this bs, and frankly it would’ve been much more entertaining to watch.

• Loki’s relationship (read: obsession) with Sylvie completely overshadows all Loki’s other relationships in the show. Loki and Mobius were literally the focal point of the series in Ep 1-2, but after Sylvie showed up in Ep 3, they barely had any interactions with each other, and Mobius pretty much faded to the background entirely. Loki had the beginnings of a pretty interesting antagonistic relationship with Renslayer (with her wanting him pruned, then arguing with Mobius that he couldn’t be trusted), but after Sylvie showed up the dynamic shifted to focus on the history between her and Ravonna. Loki and B-15 started off very badly and openly disliked each other throughout Ep 1-2, and then in the end of Ep 2, Loki showed a little bit of concern for her when she was possessed, hinting that they might be inching toward a reconciliation- especially considering how obvious it was that Loki was gonna uncover the TVA’s sins eventually. There was so much potential for him to be the one to give her her memories back and convince her to change sides, but no, of course that honor went to Sylvie. In fact, after Sylvie showed up, Loki and B-15 never even spoke to each other again.

Various S*lki Fails

• If they were trying to convince us that this affection was mutual, they completely failed. There’s nothing I’ve seen that even hints at Sylvie feeling the same way about Loki that he does about her. At most, I’d say she has a slight endearment to him. She finds him likeable and she’s grudgingly fond of him, but she definitely isn’t in love with the guy. Maybe she thinks he’s cute and hopes that he gets out of this mess alright, but her mission obviously comes before him- whereas, it’s been confirmed multiple times that Loki cares about her above anything else. She doesn’t trust him, she looks at him like he’s an incompetent fool half the time, she shows little to no reaction during most of his confession moments, and she kissed him as a means to distract him so that she could get him out of her way. Look, all I’m saying is, when you get into a relationship where one of you is way more invested than the other, it never ends well.

• This goes without saying for a lot of us, but the selfcest is just straight up odd and cringey. If you’re cool with that sort of thing, fine! People can ship what they want! But don’t pretend it’s not at least a little bit uncomfortable. Yes, I know they’re not technically siblings so it’s not technically incest, and they’re also not technically the exact same person, but they’re similar enough that it makes things weird. And yes I know selfcest can’t happen in real life, so there’s no way to judge it morally, but neither can most of the other stuff that happens in these shows/movies (the Snap, Loki destroying jotunheim, superhero with powers being held accountable, mind control) and yet we still find ways to judge their morality, because they all mirror real-world events. (The snap= genocide; Loki destroying Jotunheim= bombing other countries; superhero accountability= weapons accountability; mind control= grooming and coercion). And lbr the closest real-world mirror to two versions of the same person (who may or may not share DNA, family, backgrounds, physical and emotion characteristics) being romantically involved with one another is incest. And you can be ok with that if you want- that’s your prerogative- but don’t get pissy just cause a lot of us are squicked out by it.

• The whole mirror metaphor (learning self love via each other) thing just fell completely flat. First of all, having Loki learn to love himself by looking at someone who mirrors him did not, in any way shape or form, require them to be romantically involved. But they were. Of course. Secondly, the creators have contradicted themselves so many times on whether Loki and Sylvie are the same or not, that it doesn’t even really register to the viewer that the mirroring thing was what they were going for. Finally, Loki and Sylvie are shown to have so little in common- and to have only the most bare minimum of similarities personality-wise- that it doesn’t even make sense that Loki would “learn to love himself through loving her”. Like? They’re nothing alike. So how would he make the connection that he himself is actually pretty cool, based on her alone? There’s virtually nothing in her that reflects him.

• I know the objective of the entire show was to convince us of how awesome and unique Sylvie is, but honestly her relationship with Loki just did the opposite. A hallmark of a Mary Sue is having her constantly upstage the male lead, and then having him instantly fall madly in love with her anyway. And that’s.. exactly what happened here. Everything they’re doing to try to force her character to be more stan-able is really just forcing her to look more like their self-insert OC. Which is exactly what she is. It would’ve been so much more satisfying if she didn’t have to try so hard to look cool, if they didn’t have to try so hard to make her backstory tear-inducing, if they didn’t have to turn our protagonist into a snivelling simp just to prove how incredible she supposedly is. Very much #GirlBoss energy and we all know how performative and cheap that is.

• The entire thing was too rushed, there was too little build-up, and it was nowhere near believable. As stated above, it’s ridiculously unlikely that Loki would canonically even be interested in Sylvie, and this show did nothing to explain why he was. He just suddenly was. There was nothing they showed us as viewers that would justify a guy as closed-off and preoccupied as Loki falling head-over-heels for a girl he just met. Their was no explanation, no big revelation, no reasoning, it just… kinda happened. And I’m also severely skeptical of any love story that has the characters go in this deep after only 3 45-minute episodes of exposition.

I’m sure there’s other stuff, so if anyone thinks of anything, let me know and I’ll be more than happy to add it. Tagging @janetsnakehole02 @raifenlf @natures-marvel and @brightredsunset800 for expressing interest. This is all your faults.

[roronoacherries]

𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 | monkey d. luffy

𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 | 1.723 words

“HAPPY WEDDING! - MONKEY D. LUFFY”

Naturally, the Straw Hat’s captain would sign his full government name in tall, bold letters without any form of discretion.

The girl wondered whether his crewmates had noted his carelessness at all. Although knowing the Straw Hat, if they’d warned him he didn’t care to listen, and if they hadn’t it was because he’d sent this letter to her without letting anyone know. She wondered, briefly, who had left the note on her nightstand. Surely it couldn’t have been anyone — not with the name of one of the most wanted pirates on the Grand Line etched across its front.

She didn’t dwell on the question for long, preferring not to know; at least, not yet.

After all, Luffy was unpredictable, and when he set out to do something there was not a soul who could persuade him into changing his mind. He was a pirate captain through and through.

As the daughter of a formidable marine, she had been accustomed to order her entire life and was, above all things, obedient. Meeting the pirate had welcomed a happy chaos into her life; a sort of chaos she didn't know she needed before. She’d kept Luffy out of trouble, while he dragged her into it. That was the nature of their relationship.

And it never changed. The words on that envelope were proof of it, as were the events of the last day they spent with one another.

“Luffy, that’s nuts. You know I can’t-”

The pirate had made a habit of climbing up to her balcony and sneaking into her bedroom every evening. At the beginning, she’d insisted that he leave, telling him to stop coming to her and promising to meet him elsewhere. She went so far as to tell the pirate that if he didn’t listen, she would have no choice but to call for her father, but Luffy knew these were empty threats. He kept returning until she came to eagerly await his visits.

Allowing the pirate to meet her privately, allowing him to persuade her into sneaking out for a walk together through the village, into tiptoeing to the kitchen late at night, or dancing with him on a rooftop under the moonlight — none of those things were like what the Straw Hat was suggesting that night.

“Sure you can! It’s not like anyone ‘ll ever know!”

“Shhh! Keep your voice down!!” She gave him a stern look, begging him to understand that this time he was crossing the line, but all the Straw Hat did was give a quick peck to her lips and a smile that screamed, ‘You can’t stay mad at me and you know it.’

“Luffy,” she sighed. “I am joining the Marines. I cannot be caught on a pirate ship — much less, yours.”

“You’re cute when you’re all serious like that.”

She groaned, knowing her words were going in one ear and out the other. Luffy wasn’t going to listen to reason. Instead, he stretched his arms around her and kissed her again, though this time properly. Instinctively, she kissed him back.

“See. Can’t be caught doing that either, but you still did it.” Luffy teased, tugging at her hand. “C’mon, no one will see you and I want you to see my ship and meet all my friends.”

“Ok, ok. I’ll see your pirate ship and meet your pirate crew. It’ll be great, I’m great. This is great.” She took a deep breath and forced herself to smile. “All I ask is that we please, please, walk there.”

“Don’t be silly. What if someone sees you?” He wrapped his arm around her, not bothering to hide his playful grin.

“Luffy… LUFFY!! No!!”

She resigned herself to fate as the Straw Hat stretched his arms, holding onto him and shutting her eyes tightly. She didn’t dare open her eyes even after the two had rolled onto the deck of the ship.

“Hate you so much,” she muttered, her arms still wrapped around his neck. Luffy laughed loudly, kissing her forehead in response before whispering a soft, “I love you, too.”

The words echoed in her head. He said them so casually, like they came easy to him; like it wasn’t his first time saying them; like there was not a doubt in his mind that he meant them with everything in him. Before she had a chance to react, several voices shouted at once, chastising Luffy for his recklessness.

Looking up, she was met with the gentle brown eyes of a smiling girl with short orange hair who apologized profusely on behalf of her captain, although her demeanor quickly changed when she turned back to Luffy.

“What the hell were you thinking?! You scared the poor girl half to death!”

“You can’t slingshot a lady across an island!” This voice came from a tall blond who didn’t hesitate to kick his captain on the head.

“It’s okay. I’m fine!” she assured them, astonished that Luffy’s crew would be so stern with him despite him being their captain. She supposed it was necessary, considering Luffy’s impulsive and reckless nature. At least, I know you’re in good hands, she thought to herself, holding Luffy as he rested against her chest, rubbing his head where his crewmate had kicked him.

“Who are you anyway?” This pirate she recognized from wanted posters as ‘Pirate Hunter’ Zoro.

“Um…”

“She’s my girlfriend,” Luffy answered with a giggle, provoking a collective shout from his crew. “Girlfriend?!”

“Something like that…” she added quietly.

The crew stood frozen, as if the idea of Luffy falling in love was unheard of. She could understand why. Falling in love with Luffy had been easy, but she had from the start resigned herself to an unrequited love. Not only was this a pirate she had fallen for, but she’d been certain that he would be too naïve to take notice of her affection.

The first time he’d kissed her, it nearly took her breath away. The two had been laughing hysterically about something she could hardly remember anymore, when suddenly she felt his lips against hers. A kiss that came because he could no longer ignore the rollercoaster he felt in his stomach whenever she smiled or her fingers grazed his hand.

“Luffy…” A part of her had wanted to push him away, to remind him that they were only unlikely friends and that that was as far as they could go. Anything more would complicate things to an extent she didn’t want to think about — and she didn’t. She’d held his face in her hands and pulled him closer.

They had never discussed their relationship beyond subtle reminders on her behalf that it would have to come to an end soon. She hated mentioning it, seeing Luffy’s constant smile falter at the reminder that he would be leaving her behind but he never dwelled on it for long. While she had never outright agreed to being the pirate’s girlfriend — and if he’d asked, she would have forced herself to say no — hearing him say the words brought a glowing smile to her face.

Once he had introduced her to each member of his crew, Luffy intertwined his fingers with hers and gave it a squeeze. “C’mon! Let me show you the rest of the ship.”

As Luffy gave her a tour of the Going Merry, she pretended not to notice that he was treating her like another member of his crew — like she’d be on this boat with him forever, rather than it being their last night together.

“This is my favorite spot.”

“The figurehead?” she questioned, seeing nothing too special about it.

“It’s my special seat,” Luffy smiled, pulling her up to sit with him. She held him tightly, gripping his shirt in fear that they might slip. “You’re okay,” he said, his voice almost a laugh. “I promise. Just relax.”

It wasn’t until she felt his arms around her that she managed to take a breath. It was her turn then to pretend she could stay on this ship, in his arms, forever.

“Luffy…” she shut her eyes, resting her head against his chest. “What if I left with you?”

The Straw Hat was silent for a moment as he fought the desire to kiss her and shout in assent. Of course he wanted her on his crew. He selfishly wanted her to leave everything behind for him, to sail across the Grand Line with him — but more than that, he wanted to see her happy; perhaps not by his side, but living out her dream.

No, he could never ask her to give up her dream for his, and unlike the rest of his crew, he couldn’t help her with it unless he let her go. He placed his hat on her head and bit his lip in a failed attempt to hold back the tears forming in his eyes.

“That’s stupid,” he said, bluntly. “What do I need a marine on my crew for?”

When she noticed the tears, it was like her heart had finished shattering. It was worse than watching the sun itself stop shining. Nevertheless, the pirate kept his composure, shaking his head and blinking away the tears before speaking again. “It’s not like being far apart is gonna change how I feel about you,” he assured.

“I don’t want to be apart from you, Luffy,” she begged, though knowing he was, for once, the one being sensible.

“You’re the one who said it a million times, Y/N. I’m going to be King of the Pirates…” Luffy’s fingers fiddled with her hair as he stared longingly at the girl in his arms. “…and you’re going to be a big shot marine.” In his eyes, she could see that he had as much faith in her as he did in himself.

“I love you, Luffy.”

The words came easy to her too.

“Just don’t let me go yet.”

CONGRATS!!!!

Nami read in the papers that you’re getting married. I’m so happy for you. You looked so pretty in the picture! I bet you’ll look even prettier in your wedding dress. I’m a little sad that it’s not me marrying you but you’re still mine no matter what, right? And that’s what matters.

I still love you so much.

From your most favorite pirate,

Monkey D. Luffy

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

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[crowned-hound]

hey you! yeah, you! did you find specter’s and amaia’s dance as gay as we did? then you should read this fanfic! faerieko provided the dialogue for specter and the illustrations found therein.

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The tide surges, and all at once she breaks the surface. Laurentina is awake.

The walls of the church press around her—akin to an undersea cavern, the confines sweat with moisture. The lighting is low, the candles along the wall offering up only a token effort to illuminate the shadows that plunge down the hall and disappear into forever. Laurentina is reminded of a battle half-remembered, faces and monsters blurring in and out of a fog that her mind has produced because she is only herself some of the time.

There is a fear to that. Something that sits heavy in her heart. But sharks must keep moving forward.

Speaking of forward, there is a shape emerging from the darkness. She recognizes the steady click of heels accompanied by a third tap of a cane. It can belong only to one person.

Amaia’s eyes are gold in the way the candlelight burns.

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“Good evening, Laurentina,” she says, and she is casual, like an old friend stopping by. “I’ve been translating a manuscript from Victoria that might interest you.”

There is no point in concealing her lucidity from her. Amaia always knows, and Laurentina will not give her the pleasure of seeing her hide behind a façade. She is not afraid of her. No, when it comes to Amaia, she—

“Is that so?” she asks, eyes half-closing. “Do tell.”

“Are you familiar with any writings from the land?” Amaia taps a single finger against the head of her cane. Her nail makes a nearly indistinct sound.

“Not at all. Not many pieces from above made it to under the sea.” Even if they did, such things did not tend to be highly regarded by most. She…remembers that, remembers some things of home. Others are a struggle, grasping at vapor that transforms its shape when she reaches for it.

Amaia nods. “Then allow me to elucidate. Imagine something…mundane. A work uniform, perhaps, or a shirt. When your clothing becomes damaged, what are you inclined to do?”

“Hmm, well, it depends on how attached I am to said piece of clothing.” Laurentina brushes a hand down her nun’s attire. It’s not something she likes at all, but she has nothing else to wear. “If I adore it, then I would do everything in my power to repair it…but if it’s any old piece, or maybe something I knew was on its last legs, I might either replace it or simply throw it out.”

“As you do. Let’s say you’ve chosen to repair it because it is dear to you. Something with sentiment. The hole is patched, and it is good as new. There comes a time, however, where it begins to tear in other places, but because you care for it so dearly, you continue to repair it. Every little tear is sewn with another patch. Held together with new thread.”

Amaia pauses.

“How do you feel about the habit? I had it specially made for you.”

Laurentina’s places her hand upon her chest. “Oh? Are you trying to explain a metaphor to me?” She leans in once the question has been poised, closer to Amaia’s face. A whisper: “I’m actually fond of long dresses, so for you to have me dislike even this is quite the feat.”

“That’s unfortunate. You look adorable in it for what it’s worth, Laurentina.” Amaia smiles, her head tilting a little. Laurentina does not entertain her with a response.

The bird drowned so long ago. What is left, this talking corpse, no longer answers to the name Liberi.

Amaia continues. “It’s more of a thought experiment. Called the ‘Ship of Theseus’, it asks the question: if you replace the parts of something over time until nothing of the original remains—” Her eyes lower to colorless slits, “—is it still the same thing? It carries out the same functions. It possesses the same value. But nothing of the original construction is as it was.”

“I see…it sounds as if it has brought about many arguments, but I’m sure the Church of the Deep feels they are beyond this.” In their obsessive search to change and grow, the Seaborn will discard everything but their drive. Their limbs, their selves, even their lives without question.

“On the contrary. It’s a question I’ve poised to the rest. What do you think?”

The halls feel like another world. If the other cultists are present, none make themselves known. The steady drip-drip-drip of falling water seems overly loud in a place that is sacred in the way only obsession can breed. Their shadows shake and shiver.

“When we are born,” Laurentina says at last, when she is tired of the sound, “we are but a blank canvas without paint. A featureless stone that has yet to receive the touch of a sculptor. Are any of us ever truly the same from birth to death? Identity is ever changing…but to be sure in one’s identity is crucial to one’s state of mind.”

Amaia’s lips curl.

Laurentina looks her evenly in the eyes, bringing herself back, and there is nothing but contempt in her gaze, sudden and blazing. “And I promise you this…you may try to shape me—I may not even be recognizable one day—but I will remember what you’ve done. No one is allowed to kill you, but me…”

Drip. Drip. Drip.

“A clean canvas, hewn rock…all these things must be defiled to have reason given to them. Meaning.” Amaia’s sigh is delicate. “It is my fervent desire that ‘we’ will die together. When that time comes, We will welcome it.”

“No, no…I will make sure your life is mine. That the last thing you will see is me telling you to suffer in your death. To realize you could not assimilate me in the end. Your purpose was meaningless.”

Amaia does not even blink. “The only thing that allows you to keep your sense of self is what you hate the most. Is that any way to live, Laurentina?” She opens a hand, a ring on her finger glinting in the low light. “When the Herald arrives, I hope you will come to your senses. Rest assured that I will be there to lead you onto the correct path. After all, my Sleeping Beauty…only I know how to wake you.”

Laurentina looks at that hand. “I think it’s good to remember that which I hate so that I may never become it. You only know so much about me from what I’m willing to share, after all.” She reaches for her and brings her close. Amaia steps in of her own volition, and there is a yearning.

After all, she and Amaia are—

“Amaia…”

The golden bands of her rings are cold against Laurentina’s skin. Amaia purrs. “It’s often been said that the opposite of hate is not love: It is apathy. The more you hate, the more you will obsess. Do you truly not understand? You are already turning. You will continue to think upon it until it is all you know. And that will bring you closer to Us.”

“Then we’ll make it a wager.” Laurentina runs her thumb along that hand. Once. Wanting to feel more of that cold metal. It is grounding.

The water, the walls—

Laurentina says, suddenly:

Drip. Drip. Drip.

Amaia blinks.

Laurentina smiles again. “As if you could ever serve as a muse for art…”

“Have you been sleeping? You do become so disagreeable when you haven’t rested.”

“That is not for you to worry about.” She has slept enough for a lifetime, and she will sleep longer still. The waking is always fitful, brief, abrupt.

Fingers brush her cheek. Her attention is drawn despite herself. Laurentina looks, and Amaia removes her hand.

“I always worry about you.”

Laurentina’s eyes lower. “Keep it to yourself then.”

Amaia’s smile is almost lovely to behold, but the light in her pale eyes is only reflected warmth. “Were you going somewhere, Laurentina?”

“I wished to go for a walk…”

Amaia turns and gestures down the hall. Through the black, and the damp, and the endless pressure of shapes writhing in waters. She is allowed to wander because she will not escape. They will find her once she sleeps again.

When it comes to Amaia, there is no one else she–