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fishiteeth · 2 months ago
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You really should stay out of the woods. Nothing good ever happens out there.
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waiting-for-motivation · 8 months ago
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bittersweet
summary: After being separated for a very long time, two lovers reunite under challenging circumstances on Teth.
pairing: Commander Wolffe x Reader
warnings: !SPOILERS!, fluff, angst, no happy ending
words: 1075
a/n: the return of the king (and my writing :)
!!!SPOILERS EPISODE 6 AND 7!!!
MASTERLIST REQUEST RULES
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One second the laughter of Echo and Gregor fills the ship, then there is a desperate call for help coming through the comm. It‘s Rex, surrounded by imperial forces. He is with clone force 99 as well as other surviving clones. Right away, Echo turns the ship around and heads back to Teth as quickly as possible. Neither Gregor nor (Y/n) need a direct order to reach for their weapons and prepare for a risky exfiltration.
For a few seconds, (Y/n)s fingers linger on her vibro knife with a significant wolf engraved into it‘s hilt. Her heart burns at bittersweet memories of a certain Commander. Closing her eyes, she can still see him smiling after he gave her the knife. Other people, maybe even some of his brothers, considered him strict and bitter, but (Y/N) could always look behind his cold behaviour. But now, he is out of her reach, and she can‘t admire the glint in his eyes anymore.
“Are you alright?“, Gregor places a hand on (Y/n)s shoulder, tearing her out of her daydreams. There is a single tear running over her cheek and she quickly wipes it away, but the clone saw it. He tries to smile at her reassuringly. The smile on her lips doesn‘t reach her eyes, though.
“Yeah, thanks, Gregor“, (Y/n) tells him with a shaky voice and turns back towards her numerous weapons. The knife slides into the holster on her thigh, and it feels heavier than ever.
As she places her rifle over her shoulder, Echo announces that they are almost at the extraction point. Gregor and (Y/n) walk towards the ramp and get into position. Standing behind Gregor, (Y/n) aims her rifle towards the opening ramp. At first, she can‘t see much because Echo is still landing the ship, but then she catches a glimpse of Rex and other clones surrounded by imperial forces.
Her crosshair moves from the regular troops to a commando and finally to the Commander of this squad. The grey paint on his armor seems familiar and takes away (Y/n)s breath. It looks too familiar, she must be hallucinating. It can‘t be him. But the moment the Commander takes off his helmet, (Y/n) recognises him. It‘s Wolffe.
The rifle falls to the ground with a loud thump, attracting everyone’s attention. (Y/n) has to take a few steps forward to stand next to Gregor and be in view to everyone. To her in this very moment only one person matters. It‘s like everyone else disappears and leaves her reunited with her lost lover.
Wolffe is as baffled as never before. His cybernetic eye must be malfunctioning because how could his cyar‘ika be right here on Teth? She might look a bit different, but so does he. War changes people. In the past year, whenever her imagined her in his mind, he would always remember her carefree in the summer sun of Coruscant. Now she is wearing a heavy protective vest and many weapons, looking almost drained. But it‘s (Y/n), for sure.
“Wolffe“, she whispers his name before approaching him with fleet steps. Running past Rex, who understands the situation unlike the clones around him, (Y/n) reaches Wolffe quickly. Without a second thought, she wraps her arms around his neck and crashes against him, making him stumble a few steps backwards. His helmet falls to the ground, and he engulfs her in a tight hug.
There are smiles and tears as they part a few inches to take a better look at each other. (Y/n) places her hands just under Wolffes scrubby jaw, caressing his cheeks with her thumbs. “You‘re home“, she whispers and leans forward to connect their foreheads in a sweet keldabe kiss without helmets.
“Yes, I‘m home, cyar‘ika“, Wolffe returns and closes his eyes for some time. Then he remembers the situation they are in as his second in command shifts. Softly, he moves (Y/n) to his side but never actually parts from him. He still has to follow orders, right? But with his beloved girl and multiple of his brothers right here, he gets some doubts.
Most of the clones are already inside of the ship, only Rex and Gregor are still outside, waiting for (Y/n). The soldiers under Wolffe’s command are getting unsettled, not knowing what to do and what their orders are.
“Let them go“, their Commander orders and the troopers lower their blasters. A nod from Wolffe tells them to return to their ship. Turning his attention back on (Y/n), Wolffe can feel his heart ache. He pulls her into a tight hug once again, feeling one of her hands buried in his hair. Only when they part does (Y/n) realise this was a way of saying goodbye.
“No, I only just got you back, you can‘t leave me again. Please“, she whines and starts crying at the realisation. Wolffe takes her face in his rough hands and stops her from hiding her face in her own.
“Shh, don‘t cry. This is not a goodbye, we will see each other again. I promise. But I have to take care of a few things before we can see each other again. I have to take care of my squad. I‘m so sorry, cyar‘ika“, Wolffe tries to reassure his girl. He leans his forehead against hers, not caring what the remaining clones around them think. “We found each other once, we can do that a second time, I‘m sure of that.“
The moment Wolffe tries to take a step backwards and part from (Y/n), she presses herself as close to him as possible. Their lips meet in a teary and passionate kiss, showing their raw emotions. “I love you so much, please come back to me“, (Y/n) breathes against her lover’s lips and finally parts from him. He places one last kiss between her brows, strokes a hair strand behind her ear and whispers a declaration of love in Mando’a : Ni kar‘tayli gar darasuum.
Wiping away the tears from her face, (Y/n) approaches Rex and Gregor who look as downcast as her. They enter the ship after her, but only (Y/n) takes a look back and watches Wolffe enter the imperial ship. They get separated by the closing ramp.
But just like Wolffe said: They found each other once, they can do that a second time.
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dapper-suitor · 7 months ago
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After reading Peter and Wendy by J.M. Barrie I have come up with my own Captain Hook design....
Here's all my citations for why he looks the way he does!
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★ Described as having a swarthy skin tone, which means an olive or tanned complexion; "Hook nodded. He stood for a long time lost in thought, and at last a curdling smile lit up his swarthy face. Smee had been waiting for it. 'Unrip your plan, captain,' he cried eagerly," (Barrie 90).
★ Outfit modeled after King Charles the Second of England; "In dress he somewhat aped the attire associated with the name of Charles II., having heard it said in some earlier period of his career that he bore a strange resemblance to the ill-fated Stuarts;" (Barrie 81).
★ Loves flowers (Yes, actually.), hence the floral patterns on his vest and jacket; "Thus defenceless Hook found him. He stood silent at the foot of the tree looking across the chamber at his enemy. Did no feeling of compassion disturb his sombre breast? The man was not wholly evil; he loved flowers (I have been told) and sweet music (he was himself no mean performer on the harpsichord)..." (Barrie 191).
★ His hair is distinctly dark and curled; "As dogs this terrible man treated and addressed them, and as dogs they obeyed him. In person he was cadaverous and blackavized, and his hair was dressed in long curls, which at a little distance looked like black candles, and gave a singularly threatening expression to his handsome countenance." (Barrie 80).
★ Eyes of periwinkle blue, forget-me-nots; "Dark as were his thoughts his blue eyes were as soft as the periwinkle.." (Barrie 189). and, "His eyes were of the blue of the forget-me-not..." (Barrie 80).
★ Specifically the little thumbnail of him with red pupils represents a later trait we see in the novel, in which when he angers his eyes become red, "His eyes were of the blue of the forget-me-not, and of a profound melancholy, save when he was plunging his hook into you, at which time two red spots appeared in them and lit them up horribly." (Barrie 80).
★ Hook has a sort of sophisticated air to him because it is heavily implied in the story that he came from a high-class college in England before Neverland, "To reveal who he really was would even at this date set the country in a blaze; but as those who read between the lines must already have guessed, he had been at a famous public school; and its traditions still clung to him like garments, with which indeed they are largely concerned. Thus it was offensive to him even now to board a ship in the same dress in which he grappled her; and he still adhered in his walk to the school's distinguished slouch. But above all he retained the passion for good form." (Barrie 203).
Note: The grey hair streaks isn't really mentioned in the novel, but I thought it would be a cool (obvious) contrast between Hook and Pan.
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fanfic-obsessed · 1 year ago
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Actual Traitors?
Here’s a new what-if for you, be warned for I have no idea where this might take us. Also, as ever, I’ve barely met canon. So please forgive any contradictions to the actual canon. 
It starts with a question: What if Palpatine’s Grand Plan had been ever so slightly different?
Palpatine wanted more than the utter destruction of the Jedi, he wanted more than for Jedi to be forgotten or made myth. He wanted their name to become poison for a thousand years. And yes declaring the Jedi traitors and Order 66 almost gets you there, but there were too many that remembered the Jedi fondly, or at least specific Jedi fondly, for it to have long term lasting power. Plus, with the Jedi dead ‘Forgotten’ happens way easier than ‘betrayer’. 
So Palpatine changes the plan slightly. The clone wars still happen as before. Dooku still  leads the separatist (though he manages to hide his identity as a Sith) and the Jedi and clones are still sent to fight and die by beings who by and large have no vested interest in lessening the loss of life. There is still no coherent, consistent idea of what winning would look like. All to Palpatine’s design. 
But it is not meant to end in Order 66 this time, no the plan is a little different. The war had two main purposes. The first to entrench Palpatine’s power deep enough that, when the time is right, he can take full control. The second was to make the Jedi love the clones, to make them protective, to make them mourn each clone life lost.  To that end Palpatine, to the extent he is able, ensures that the natborn officers stationed with the Jedi are odious and look down on the Clones as less than sentient.  The missions may be framed differently but Palpatine’s goal is to tie the clones and the Jedi together and begin to become insular. 
Three years in, Dooku surrenders and the war is won.  An armistice is signed and just, just as the combined Jedi/Clone forces begin to relax, begin to believe that that the Clones could be folded into the Order and they could move toward the future, Chancellor Palpatine knocks over the last domino. 
One of his lackeys, carefully not connected to him, brings up a motion. It is timed down to the exact moment for maxim effect. This lackey motions in the rotunda that, now that there is no war, there is no need for a standing army. But…the answer is not to give the clones sentience, it is to decommission all of them on the basis that the droid factories had been shut down. The speech was crafted to be as belittling to the clone sentience as possible, each word worse than the one before. There were also other lackeys strategically positioned through the rotunda to make it seem like the motion had much more support than it actually did (Really any support is too much, but it did not have near enough to pass). 
Palpatine felt the spark of fear shoot through the Coruscant Guard and the horror through the Jedi in the room. A heated debate sparks as the clones and the Jedi slip from the room. That the debate ended with the motion being shouted down doesn’t matter. That it was even entertained enough to be debated did the damage that Palpatine wanted.  Damage he furthered by passing on ‘rumors’ he had heard to Anakin Skywalker. Rumors that made it seem as though there were secret deals going on and the next time the motion was brought up it would pass and the clones would be killed. 
It had the effect that Palpatine wanted. The Jedi, fearing for the lives of the clones, drove themselves from the Republic (taking the clones and the ships with them, of course. Also the temple, which is space worthy), even taking Dooku with them (It should be noted that Anakin, well Anakin did abduct his senator wife and her retinue, and he is not letting them leave or contact the senate-Anakin is wanted for questioning by Coruscant's police force). 
Palpatine was able to spin their leaving as gathering their army and leaving, pointing out that this army was ordered FOR the Jedi.  It is not hard to arrange some incidents that make it appear to the Jedi that the Senate/Republic is hunting them and the clones, backing them into a corner where they have to fight back, while making it look like the Jedi and their army are taking the place of the Separatists. Dooku is with the Jedi, and is rapidly able to worm his way into several council member’s good graces, particularly as it seems like he was right all along about the republic. This throws the Republic back into a conflict, where Palpatine can continue to build his empire.
Here’s the part where Palpatine’s plan falls apart. The Jedi taking the place of the Separatist- lashing out because they are not being allowed to leave and being propagandized as the aggressor- only works as long as the Jedi act like the Separatists and keep acting as the aggressor. Except the Jedi do not react like they were supposed- which was to get so fed up that they decide they must strike first, for safety- instead they continue to retreat. Further and further from the core, and then into Wild Space at the edge of the known galaxy.  
To be clear the Jedi did not intend to leave the galaxy to its own mess, but from their perception they needed to protect the clones and they did honestly think they were escaping just ahead of a purge of the clones. Even Jedi like Pong Krell, because Palpatine’s plan required the Jedi to be exposed to the sentience of the clones as often as possible, so the missions tended to emphasize that.   
Here are some notes from the universe:
There are not actually many habitable planets in Wild Space, but the Agricorps was able to get some Hydroponics bays working on some of the ships, also some of the non habitable planets, and also the temple. So there is no worry about food. Also they figure out how to turn the waste into fuel for the ships. So the Jedi and clones are self-sustaining.
Some Jedi are still called to find Force Sensitives in the Galaxy, though the birthrate of Force Sensitives does drop sharply, outside of the procreation of various Jedi and clones (Please note that genetics has little to do with Force sensitivity). 
Obi Wan Kenobi is not the only Jedi to end up with a haram (or as part Cody’s Haram, no one is truly sure who the rotating group of Jedi, clones, and assorted others actually belong to, but everyone seems happy) but they did take the most scientific and enthusiastic view of experimenting with the Force in sexual situations. There are currently a dozen papers written and waiting to be reviewed, and replicated.  There is a lot of partner sharing. It is, however, not the Kenobi/Cody Polycule that needs to explain to the medics how they found out that Fox is somehow allergic to some highly salacious Force abilities (Quinlan Vos and Ventress were both involved. Fox is on record as saying it was worth the hives and the three day med bay stay, but it was not worth the video of him rambling while high that resulted). 
The Combined Jedi/Clones do end up abducting other sentients from formerly Republic Space. Or at least that is what the Empire Propaganda would tell you. It was less an abduction and more asking. Anakin did end up abducting Padme, her 13 body doubles, and 6 other bodyguards during the mad dash to exit the republic (somewhat forcibly). Over the course of 5 years the Jedi quietly collect the family of those 19, and others. 
Palpatine’s Empire lasted a total of three years before he was overthrown and killed. An Empire existed for another 10 years, with a variety of Emperors (none of which lasted even as long as Palpatine). Then the centralized government collapsed into system governments. It would take another 50 years for a Republic to begin to form again, still sans Jedi.
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make-friends-with-the-rats · 3 months ago
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could we maybe see albert dasilva for the ask game? :]
ah yes, the ginger
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How I feel about this character: Albert is my favorite ensemble newsie in livesies bar none. He is painfully relatable sometimes. I do have some conflicting feelings over the livesies/bway portrayal of his and Race's dynamic because I feel like they took 92sies Race's personality and split it into Race and Albert with Albert taking Race's more serious qualities in the stage adaptation, but I do enjoy Albert as a character and I hope someone gets the poor boy his leg of lamb.
All the people I ship romantically with this character: I believe in aroace Albert. So sorry.
My non-romantic OTP for this character: Race and Albert but also Crutchie and Albert, specifically in UKsies. I don't know, I just think they're neat and Newsies UK is so special to me. Just look at them and imagine the chaos:
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My unpopular opinion about this character: This is going to upset possibly everyone in the entire world, but livesies/bway Albert needs some sleeves. This goes for all of the newsies in the stage/Broadway musical that are missing sleeves. I don't care what the reasoning behind the sleeveless undershirts and vest combo was there is absolutely no way anyone in 1899 would dress like that. Undershirts had long sleeves for one thing, and why would you wear your vest on top but no shirt?? I need answers and those boys need sleeves. Second, Albert is actually not named Albert. Albert is actually his newsie nickname. (I know I was just complaining about historical dress, and the timeline I'm proposing doesn't directly match up but bear with me.) Imagine one of the newsies reads an article about Albert Einstein and his genius work in physics and what said newsie gets from the article is basically, "wow this guy is smart, I bet he's a real wise-mouth" and then Albert gets his nickname as Albert as in Albert Einstein because it evolves from "okay Albert Einstein" when Albert is being a smart-aleck to "okay Albert" and is the equivalent of "no shit Sherlock" in newsie vernacular.
One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: I honestly don't know that I would change anything about Albert as a character. Actually, you know what? What if Albert scabbed? As a treat.
Thank you for asking!
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characters answered: David Jacobs, Jack Kelly, Blink and Skittery, Bumlets and Swifty, Sarah Jacobs, Specs and Dutchy, Les Jacobs, Crutchie, Snitch and Itey, Mush Meyers, Spot Conlon, Racetrack Higgins, Katherine Plumber, Snoddy, Barney Peanuts and Romeo, Glasses
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hugmekenobi · 1 year ago
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The Long Haul
A Bad Batch Series interlude oneshot 
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Gif by @ivonhart​
Hunter x femaleJedi!reader
Summary: The work from Cid doesn’t stop despite past events but this one sees you needing a little bit more help.
Warnings: Mentioned canon-typical violence, no y/n, swearing, a mention of a past spicy moment (not described at all but putting it here anyway), mentions of death, mild hurt/comfort, descriptions of illness and vomiting, mentions of pregnancy/pregnancy scare, pet name (sweetheart), awkwardness, the Force and Force communication works how I say it works, Star Wars flowers do what I need them to and Star Wars first aid being what I need it to be, overall fluff and feelings
Masterlist for S1 Chapters
Word Count: 2.4K
Rating: 18+
Author’s notes: It’s the first oneshot with these two actually together! Hope you enjoy! Can’t wait to share the other ones and S2 with you all! To those I’ve tagged, let me know if you don’t want tagged in these oneshots and I’ll keep it to the series and if there’s anyone else who wants tagged, just let me know :)
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“You alright?” Hunter called down as he peered over the edge of the small ledge. You had been tackled by the man they had been tracking and had tumbled over the side. Thankfully it wasn’t a huge drop, and the lush grass and dense bunch of flowers would have lessened the impact but he checked nevertheless.
As you felt the dead weight on top of you, you couldn’t help but think that the last time someone had been this close to you had been a long six weeks ago. Cid had been keeping you guys pretty busy, and you knew the only reason you had that time with him in the first place was because the squad had politely, but awkwardly, given you the Marauder for a few hours.
You ignored the pain in your spine and heaved a sigh as you pushed the dead body off you. You took your vibroblade out his chest and wiped it on his top before you brushed off some of pollen that had gotten onto your hands from the pile of flowers you had landed in.
You walked over to where your blaster had landed and picked it up before you glanced up to where Hunter and Echo were. “Have I ever mentioned how much I can’t stand using this thing?” You waved your blaster for emphasis.
Hunter smiled under his helmet. You were fine. “You may have said something once or twice.”
“Well, it’s a pain in my ass. It’s jammed at some point on every mission since I got it! Gotta say the Jedi knew what they were talking about with this one.”
Echo let out a short laugh. “You ever consider that you might be the problem?”
You took your mask down and scowled up at him. “No.” You opened the man’s vest and took out the necklace and you recognised the diamond that was hanging from it as the one Cid had shown you before sending you on this mission. “This is it, right?”
Hunter nodded down at you before he spoke into his comm. “Tech, Wrecker, Omega, we got the necklace. Meet back at the ship. You coming up?” He asked you.
“Sir, yes sir.” With that, you took a few steps back before you called on the Force to assist your jump back up to where Echo and Hunter were.
Hunter wrapped his arm around your waist and the three of you began the walk back to the Marauder.
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As the ship left the Glee Anselm, your eyes suddenly began to feel very heavy, and your limbs were screaming for rest. You put it down to the fact that you had been searching for that guy on that planet for the past two days with very little rest. Every time Hunter had got a read on him, the circumstances seemed to change and put those environmental factors combined with avoiding the Imperial presence, well, it had made for a stressful mission. I’m going to lie down for a little bit, you told Hunter.
Hunter regarded you curiously. He hadn’t seen any physical injuries after your fall today, but you hadn’t slept very much on this mission, so he just nodded before he turned his attention back to Tech as he gave the estimated arrival time.
You walked back to your bunk and unholstered your weapons and laid down and sleep came a lot faster that you had expected.
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“Sweetheart.” Hunter shook your shoulder for the fifth time since the ship had landed, adding a little bit more vigour to it but still you made no move to wake.
“She’s still not awake?” Omega asked as she came to stand next to him.
“No...” Hunter said distantly. He couldn’t figure out what was wrong, you never slept like this.
“I can get her up.” Wrecker said happily as he picked up an abandoned weapons crate.
“Wrecker, I’m not sure she would respond very well to that.” Tech advised.
“It’ll get her up, won’t it? Hunter?”
Hunter kept his eyes on you but nodded his permission.
Wrecker lifted the crate high above his head before he brought it to the ground with a loud crash.
You jolted awake. “Jeez! I’m up, calm down…” You trailed off from any further comment as you felt a strong wave of nausea rise through you.
Hunter laid a hand on your knee. “Well, we tried do to it quieter but you-” He didn’t get to finish since you had quickly stood up and pushed past him, hand over your mouth as you ran to the refresher.
You just made it before you rather undignifiedly and violently vomited. Hunter’s hand holding your hair whilst the other one rubbed gentle circles on your back only provided you some comfort.
After you finished what felt like spewing your guts out, you wiped your mouth and sheepishly turned to face the concerned faces that were all staring at you since you realised you forgot to shut the door. “So sorry, that was disgusting.”
“I’ll be right back.” Hunter said before he set off towards the middle of the ship.
You held your tired body against the doorframe and focused on ignoring your unsettled stomach, a task that was easier said than done. You gratefully took your flask of water from Omega who looked at you anxiously as she stepped away.
Echo and Wrecker looked on worriedly.
Tech brought his datapad out. “What have you eaten in the past 2-3 days? Did you drink anything strange on Glee Anslem?”
“I’ve not eaten or drank anything strange, Tech. I’d know if I had.” You squeezed your eyes shut as you felt the nausea return.
“Okay, let’s go further back. What about injuries? Did anyone we came across manage to cut you with anything? It could be a wound that’s infected.”
You shook your head, “Same missions as you guys, you’d know.” You said through clenched teeth as you struggled to push the nausea away.
“What about-”
You held up a finger to stop him from continuing before you swiftly turned away, shut the door, and threw up yet again.
After you sorted yourself out, you opened the door again. “Well? Anything?”
Tech awkwardly shifted his goggles and looked up from his datapad. “I, uh, can think of one explanation.”
“Great, what is it and what’s the cure?” You asked tiredly.
“Um, well, first of all, is there a possibility that you’re uh, could you maybe be pregnant?” He stammered out uneasily.
Before your brain could catch up to what he just asked, you were distracted by a loud clatter.
All heads turned to face Hunter who had dropped the medkit.
Hunter quickly threw the items back in, ignoring Tech’s slightly irritated look. He straightened up. “Omega, wait outside the ship.”
“But what does that-” She started to argue.
“Now!” Hunter said firmly.
She let out an aggravated sigh but complied.
Hunter waited until she was out before he spoke again. “No, Tech, she’s not… are you?” He asked as he made his way back towards you.
You only shook your head and leaned your head on his shoulder.
“I only asked because you two are in a relationship and, I um, assume there is a physical aspect to it. Not that I’m thinking about that, I only meant that that- what I mean is that there is a statistical likelihood-” Tech stuttered.
“Hey, Tech.” You interrupted.
“Yes?”
“Shut up.”
“Gladly.” Tech replied, letting out a relieved sigh.
“Thank you.” Echo and Wrecker muttered.
“Bottom line is, I’m not pregnant so there’s gotta be another explanation.” You continued before you felt your knees grow weak.
Hunter could feel your body grow heavier as you leaned against him. “Come on, let’s get you back to the bunk.” He put his arm around your shoulder and supported you as he led you towards it. As he helped you lie down and he saw the weariness written across your face and the gaunt look of your skin, he hoped that they’d figure out what was wrong with you and figure it out soon.
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Tech rubbed his forehead and began to fiddle with his datapad again. He couldn’t understand what was wrong you and they weren’t getting any closer to figuring it out and it was driving him crazy. “Okay, one more time.”
Hunter had removed his armour for you, and you were in the space between his legs with your back pressed against his chest.
You let out an exhausted sigh and angled your head towards Tech. You had quickly formed this routine where you would go throw up, come back to lie with Hunter, Echo and Wrecker would offer their sympathies, Omega- who was allowed back on the ship and after she realised no one was going to tell her what Tech had meant earlier and the closest she got was a ‘we’ll tell you when you’re older’- would give you more water, and after this, Tech would ask you to go over your routine from the past missions you’d gone on. “I don’t know what else there is to tell, Tech. I’ve eaten nothing but ration bars since we were sent on all these missions. I only drank water on Glee Anselm. No one has wounded me. I felt fine when we were looking for that guy, the only trouble we ran into was when my blaster jammed, and I fell into that bunch of flowers. After-”
“Flowers?” Tech’s head snapped up at this new information.
“What?” You asked.
“You hadn’t mentioned the flowers before. What did they look like?”
“Um.” You furrowed your brow as you tried to remember but, to your horror, nothing was coming to mind, you were too exhausted to even remember something as simple as that. You squeezed your eyes shut as you felt nauseous again.
“They were white with purple spots on them.” Echo answered for you.
Tech tapped his datapad. “Ah ha!” He said triumphantly.
“What is it, Tech?” Hunter asked urgently as he heard you let out a soft groan.
“Those flowers were likely Pixy Cloves. They have a defence mechanism that involves secreting spores into the bloodstream through the skin of whatever touches them. It can cause a serious infection in their host. There’s no cure, unfortunately, but it’s not fatal. Your body just needs to flush it out. You should feel better within the next 4-5 days.” Tech said brightly.
“I take it ‘flush it out’ means I’m going to be spending a lot of time in that refresher?” You asked glumly.
Hunter rubbed your arm soothingly.
“I can give you something to ease the nausea but that’s all I’m afraid.” Tech replied.
You huffed out a puff of air. “Well, no sense in you guys staying here.” You fished the necklace out of your pocket and handed it to Omega. “Better explain the situation to Cid and give this to her give so we get paid, and she stays ‘happy’ with us.”
“Are you sure you’ll be okay?” Omega asked as she took the necklace from you.
“Yeah, kid, don’t worry. Thanks for the help.”
“Hope you feel better soon!” Omega laid her hand on yours before she made her way to the exit.
“Yeah, feel better!” Wrecker said, patting your shoulder gently.
“Thanks, Wrecker.”
“I take it you’re staying?” Echo asked Hunter after he gave your hand a consoling squeeze.
“No.” You said.
“Yes.” Hunter corrected.
“Hunter, this is not going to be a pretty time. When I’m not sleeping, I’m going to be in that refresher violently vomiting.” You said, looking up at him.
“I could always use more sleep and I don’t mind that.”
“Hunter-”
“I’m in this for the long haul. A bit of throwing up isn’t going to scare me away from you.” Hunter kissed your forehead.
“It should. I’ll hardly be at my best.” You maintained with a grumbled sigh.
Hunter stroked your arm to reassure you. “I know we’re new at this but I’m pretty sure looking after each other is part of the description of what we are. Plus, we’ve kinda been doing that all along anyway. A new label doesn’t need to change that.”
You did have to admit that he had a point. You’d both seen each other in less than desirable states before your romantic relationship began. You figured you were just feeling more pressure now, but you could past it and you guessed this would be a good test. I mean if seeing me heaving into a toilet bowl doesn’t scare him away then what will? You thought to yourself before you gave him a small but grateful smile. “Okay, if you’re sure…”
“I’m sure.”
“I guess we’ll see you later then.” Echo said before he and Wrecker left the ship.
As he took the medicine out, Tech made a mental note to tidy the medkit up once you didn’t need it anymore. He walked over to you and gave you the injection. “This should help with the nausea. Hunter can give you more if you need them over the next few days.” He patted your knee. “I’ll check in later.” He stood up and made his way to the door.
“Thank you, Tech.” You said.
Tech smiled and nodded at you before he joined the others, and they all made their way to the parlour.
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“Thanks for staying.” You said as Hunter came back from shutting the door.
“You’d do the same for me and I’ll take time alone with you any way I can.” Hunter said with a smile.
You managed to let out a quiet laugh before you moved so Hunter could slide in next to you. “Do you know what I’ve realised?” You mumbled as you closed your eyes snuggled closer to him.
“What’s that?” Hunter whispered as he gently pulled you against him.
“That this is all that damn blaster’s fault. If it hadn’t jammed, none of this would’ve happened.”
Hunter chuckled and planted another kiss to the top of your head. “I think you’re going to be just fine. Get some sleep.”
You weren’t sure how long would you sleep for before that next inevitable urge to vomit struck but if you had Hunter with you, you were sure you could get through this and anything else the galaxy would throw your way.
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lovemyromance · 5 months ago
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So... do the antis know that Elriels aren't typically concerned with or have a big stake in the Mor & Emerie ship or Lucien & Vassa??
Like they're always trying to bring up "If you think Gwyn doesn't have enough development in the books to be with Azriel then how do you still ship Mor & Emerie?? HUH??"
Except the thing is ... I don't.
It's not necessarily the gotcha moment they think it is. I think THEY immediately shipped Emerie & Mor (I guess them being the only lesbians in ACOTAR made them suddenly soulmates now?) and expected everyone else to do the same.
Except that's not the case. I don't have a vested interest in Mor and Emerie, nor do I expect them to end up together. Honestly I don't really care even what happens with their storyline. Not when there are still more pressing stories to be told for the main characters.
Like the reason Gwyn nor Emerie showed up in that fated mates quiz is because they are not main characters. That's it. Lucien showed up because despite being MIA for 3 books, he's still grudgingly a main character. This argument of "Well, SJM isn't going to spoil Gwynriel through a quiz and Emerie isn't there either when we all know she's going to end up with Mor" is so odd? Because nobody expected Emerie to show up on this quiz either. Again, she isn't an MC. And neither is Gwyn.
Their logic is always so backwards. They're fighting the air at this point, trying to argue against a defense literally no Elriel has used against Gwynriel.
Would Vassien & Emerie/Mor be cute ships? Sure. But I'm not out here screaming that they are 100% endgame or even going to happen. I'm focused on Elriel.
Whereas the Gwynriels NEED Elucien to happen and Mor/Emerie (whatever their ship name is idk even), to make the Valkyries stay relevant past ACOSF.
I really don't get the obsession, tbh. Like was ACOSF decent and the Valks were badass? Yes. Do I want to read 2 more books about that? Absolutely not.!
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theabdlstruggle · 1 month ago
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Call it what it is… Sin!
First, this one was hard to write. It took me well over a month, I believe, to actually sit down and write it all out. It was hard because I kept judging myself for writing it. I did not feel like I was qualified enough to write on this subject. I screw up and I sin EVERY DAY! But then again, who of us doesn’t?? At the end of the day, the fact that I follow Christ and He forgives me every day and every time for my sins, just proves His faithfulness to me. Not that I have done anything to deserve His faithfulness or done anything to deserve His grace, but that He already freely gives it to those who follow Him. So with that said, here we go…
SIN: this is not a topic usually accepted very well, but like anything else, it must be spoken of. Why? Because WE ALL DO IT! EVERYBODY SINS! You know it, I know it; I do it, you do it, so why doesn’t anybody ever talk about it? Why is it so secret?? Why do we get up on our high horse, look down on others, point the finger, and then proclaim our superiority over them?? Are we not ALL on the same page? Are we not ALL on the same sinking ship? So then, we are all equal… or are we?
Now, when I speak of equality I don’t mean everybody is the same, or has the same skills, etc… just look around this community; BUT, when I say we are all equal I mean that we are ALL headed straight for HELL!! Yes, every one of us is headed straight for Hell, UNLESS, we recognize the obvious fact that we ALL sin and are in NEED of a savior. Someone to redeem us, someone to make us righteous, someone to make us whole again; and that person is Jesus Christ! What is it about HIM that makes the whole world get into an uproar?? Why is HE the ONLY PERSON (WORL WIDE) who draws a division line?? Why is HE the ONLY PERSON to claim to have the ability to SAVE man’s souls???? Jesus was alive, there is plenty of historical evidence for that, and He died, again, plenty of historical evidence for that as well, AND, it is well documented that He rose again and came back to life. Not to mention the 300+ prophecies made about Him BEFORE He was born. WHAT IS IT ABOUT CHRIST THAT SEEMS TO DIVIDE THE WORLD??!!!!! Could it be, that He actually IS the savior of Humanity?? That He can redeem mans’ souls??? What if it were true? What would you say? If you knew that the ONLY way to escape HELL ITSELF, was to be perfect from moment born to moment of death, what would you do? What would you give up? WHAT IF, the ONLY thing you had to do was call on HIS NAME and believe? Would you do it? Would you seek out His name? He has already been knocking at the door of your heart. What would it take for you to let him in and begin a relationship with Him?
Like I said before, we are ALL on the same SINKING SHIP!!! The difference between some one who follows Christ and has a relationship with Him and someone who does not is that the Christian (Christ follower) has ALREADY put the life vest on and will be saved. They may not know much about it, they may not know how to swim efficiently with it on, but the fact still remains, THEY HAVE IT ON, they are wearing it, and when they hit the water, it will keep them afloat!!! At some point we will ALL stand before the judgment seat of God. We will either be on the left or the right. Those who have trusted Christ through receiving the gift give freely from the cross or those who have not. Christ bared our sins upon Himself so He could open up a path in order to have relationship with US. HE PURSUES US!!! Christ stands at the door of YOUR HEART knocking RIGHT NOW!! Open it up, say, “Hello”, ask Him the TOUGH QUESTIONS, He is big enough to answer them. He loves YOU and He wants you. May you find love and acceptance through relationship in Jesus Christ Himself.
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buffshipper8490 · 10 months ago
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Rating Mature
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General Leia Organa asks old ally Lando Calrissian to use his connections to help the Resistance...
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On the bridge of the Skywalker, Leia Organa looked out into the black expanse of space.
So much had gone wrong in so little time.
The message had dropped. They’d lost contact with Finn and Rose. Not to mention Poe, Chewie, and Rey. As she searched the Force for answers, she sensed overwhelming sadness and anger there.
Distantly, she heard Connix’s voice breaking through the fog. “General?”
“General?” came Connix’s voice again, Leia finally turning to face her. “We’ve been at the rendezvous for hours. I think this is all that’s coming.”
Leia’s shoulders slumped and she let out a heavy sigh.
A few freighters and a handful of glorified pirates, that’s all General Leia Organa could command from the galaxy these days.
In the dark days since Crait, they’d learned that the First Order had been pursuing their sympathizers, restricting and blockading communications, cutting off supply lines, capturing or even assassinating allies. In short, no one had answered the call from Crait because very few had even heard it.
Leia had spent the past almost two years reestablishing contact with old allies, calling in favors, recruiting everyone sympathetic to their cause. She sent two of her best on a suicide mission in the heart of enemy territory to put out a message through a peice of ancient hardware that they didn’t even know would still work on the off-chance that the galaxy would finally hear them.
And once again, her pleas fell on deaf ears. All these years, all this time. All for nothing.
Leia felt herself go back to that dark day on Crait. She’d thought the spark of hope had died. She remembered sitting down in the old rebel outpost, exhausted, out of options, while the First Order deployed a siege cannon that would make short work of the armored hangar doors. They were all going to die, and the Resistance with them.
And then her brother had appeared. Luke had distracted the First Order long enough for them all to escape, and their small remnant had survived to carry on the fight.
And carry on the fight she still would.
She turned to Connix, her mind made up. “Prepare an Imperial shuttle. I’ll need valid code clearance.”
“But we’re lightyears from—” Seeing the look on Leia’s face, Connix cut off abruptly. “Yes, General.”
Leia watched her scurry away, chuckling to herself. Well, at least she could still scare the young ones.
But her good humor was short-lived, Leia sighing a second later as she removed the General’s bars from her vest. Maybe Rose would want them. She collected them, after all. That is, if she was still alive.
Leia had a long cloak draped over the back of a chair for the excursion ahead.
She put it on and pulled the hood up over her hair, hiding her distinctive Alderaanean braids from view.
"Leia,” came a familiar voice, that was neither inside her head nor without. The voice belonging to the man who inspired the name of the ship she was standing in.
"I was just thinking about you." Leia responded, like it was just a part of an ongoing conversation. Which, she supposed, it was. It just so happened that one of the parties was dead.
"He's in pain," Luke Skywalker said, voice grave. He was always so damn grave these days. Sometimes she missed the optimistic farm boy he’d once been.
“I feel it, too," Leia replied. Her son was always in pain, and it tore her apart inside.
Suddenly, she felt her brother’s presence next to her, as real and vibrant as when he’d been alive. She turned to face his slightly glowing form.
“If he succeeds in bringing back the Sith, he’ll become more powerful than our father,” warned Luke.
“So will she,” countered Leia. "She's gotten so much stronger already."
Luke waved her off. “She feels too much. Love. Anger."
“Don’t we all?” Leia shot back, her temper flaring. "Even the high and mighty Luke Skywalker himself was not immune to the base emotions that afflict us mere mortals."
Luke gave her a pointed look. “This is why the Jedi live in isolation. The pain of loss only leads to the Dark Side."
“I’ve lost everything and everyone," Leia declared, stone-faced. "And I’d still choose to love.”
She looked at her brother, his familiar face. Let herself miss him for the first time in ages. It was dangerous territory. Her grief was deep and thick and tangled, honed over years and losses and all too easy to lose herself in if she let it.
But today wouldn’t be that day. There was a war to win and a galaxy to save, and she wouldn’t rest until she’d done every last thing in her power to bring about a victory.
Luke was watching her, a look of sadness on his face that mirrored her own. Twins.
“Trust her instincts,” implored Leia. “She may not follow the path of the Jedi, but this time, she’s our only hope.”
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oingomyboingos · 6 months ago
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Here’s my submission for bonus round 1 of @yuriolympics
FILL: TEAM ACE ATTORNEY
SHIP: franmaya [Franziska von Karma/Maya Fey]
In response to this prompt for a star trek AU
I thought it would be so fun for Maya’s psychic powers to be flipped into Betazoid’s emotional ESP. Franziska is a Vulcan because of her somewhat rigid beliefs. I imagine she went to the Vulcan Science Academy before deciding to become an ambassador. Manfred von Karma’s pressure on her to succeed might mirror Sarek and Spock. While she hungers to succeed and puts up a logical, perfectly non-emotional front, Maya’s Betazoid powers are able to sense past that into what she’s truly feeling.
I don’t have enough time or energy to write a full fic about this, but here’s what I imagine their first interaction would look like that leads up to the scene in the drawing: Franziska boards the Federation ship Maya is serving aboard to get to some sort of diplomatic rendezvous location, and en route they encounter some sort of unknown alien threat that leaves them isolated from the rest of the crew. Perhaps Maya tries using her powers to understand the pain of some alien creature, and Franziska has to mind meld with her to relieve the mental and physical stress. They’re able to save the day and get back onboard, and Franziska is planning on ignoring the whole thing to suppress the strange feelings of connection she experienced. Maya corners her and has the conversation depicted in the drawing. They go to Ten Forward for their date and have a lovely time.
[ALT ID: the image depicts two women drawn in the art style of star trek lower decks. on the left, a caption in the star trek title font says “Betazoid Starfleet Counselor Maya Fey.” On the right, also in the star trek title font, says “Vulcan Ambassador Ziska V’Nkarm” a stylized version of Franziska von Karma’s name from Ace Attorney. Maya wears a purple body suit similar to those work by Deanna Troi in Star Trek TNG, as well as her in-game hairstyle and magatama beaded necklace. She stands with one hand on her hip and looks sassily at Ziska. Franziska wears gray trousers and a high necked blue vest with gold diamond buttons over a puffy sleeved white top. She holds a Star Trek TNG era padd in her right hand and looks at it to avoid eye contact with Maya. She blushes green because she is Vulcan. Two chibi drawings near her head show her internal emotions “she’s so frustrating! but so hot?” The dialogue between the two reads:
Ziska: Behavior that does not follow logic is…foolish.
Maya: For a logical Vulcan, you sure are emitting a lot of defensiveness.
Franziska: …
Maya: …Emotion isn’t a weakness, Ambassador V’Nkarm.
Ziska: …
Maya: And yes, I am free this Saturday <3
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fishiteeth · 3 months ago
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LOOK AT ME !!
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Sigh being an artist is so fun and so draining all at once
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barbedbetty · 2 years ago
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You and I
Halbrand x Reader
Warnings: no smut, some fluff, memory loss, memory flashes
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PART ONE
The first thing I felt when I drifted back to consciousness was the lack of water lapping at my skin. There was no blistering heat burning me. No rough wooden planks on my makeshift raft to irritate my body.
I slowly opened my eyes and found myself in a ships hold.
My body was beyond exhaustion, even my eyes ached as they scanned the new surroundings. I didn’t care if i was laying atop a crate or a cloud, i closed my eyes and wanted to slip back into a dreamless rest.
I heard a door open, and every part that dreaded movement before snapped into action without warning.
The next thing I knew, I was standing up and braced in a fighting stance.
A man walked in, wearing some kind of sailors uniform. An ivory vest with golden details stitched across it delicately over a ocean blue tunic. He was tanned and scarred, his dark brown hair fell in soft wave-like curves around his gentle face. He was tall and could have been menacing but his demeanor was gentle.
He walked toward me slowly, he raised his right hand in surrender and in his left was a small tray with a bowl of food and a canteen.
“We pulled you from the sea last night.” He explained. “You’re safe here, no one else has been in here since you passed out.”
“Am I a prisoner?” I didn’t ease one screaming muscle in my body.
“No, you are a guest.” He set the tray on a small barrel and bowed towards me.
“Where are we headed?” I demanded as he stood upright again, clasping his hands in front of him.
“To our home port of Númenor.”
“Númenor?” The name felt familiar to her.
“Yes, I’m Captain Elendil of the Sea Guard.” He tilted his head and scanned my face. “What’s your name?”
“…Y/n.” I answered curtly.
“Where do you come from?”
I paused.
“Not Númenor.” I said and stood up straight, this man wasn’t a threat.
“I understand.” He nodded. “You will have to give a proper answer to our Queen. We don’t allow strangers on our island.”
He turned and left without another word.
I went for the tray and picked up the canteen and took a small drink, even though I wanted to drain the whole thing.
I sat down and looked at the bowl of food and then at my own hands, willing them to bring me an answer.
Where did I come from?
After meeting with Queen Regent Miríel and explaining that I had no solid memory of my life apart from my name, I was sent to a room to rest. The Captain had confirmed I had hit my head before they rescued me, there was a massive bruise and knot on the back of my head. Memory loss from being exposed to the sea for who knows how long was to be expected.
For the next couple weeks, I recovered and kept to myself. The Queen was weary of me, but left me to my own devices and I had no problem being confined to the Palace Grounds.
I tried to remember something from my life, maybe a husband or sister or maybe even a neighbor I hated. Even trying to remember my favorite color was a trial that took me a week to win. I must admit Elendil helped me crack that one, he pointed to my ring made of red metal and said I must love that color if I managed to keep the ring through everything I’ve been through.
I can’t believe I didn’t even realize I was wearing this ring to be honest. It felt like part of my body, and when I took it off I felt cold and alone, but back on I felt fearless and powerful. It must mean something to me, I feel it deep in my soul.
I wandered through the library and spent my time reading books and studying maps hoping something would give me a clue. Eventually, I was given a task of helping the lore masters find a certain scroll that the King had taken years before and before I knew it, they gave me a necklace with a mark of the scholars and I was part of their guild.
I began to build a life on the island, more out of necessity than choice but it was so peasant nonetheless.
Until they were brought ashore.
The same Captain that found me adrift brought back two more souls with him one day a couple weeks later. When I heard, I raced to the throne room where they were being taken.
I got to the room amidst a crowd of other nobleman and gentry. I was caught in the back before they were brought in, people were chattering left and right giving me snippets of gossip while I attempted to make my way closer to the front.
“An Elf, I tell ya! An elf as tall as a horse!”
“Seawater! I heard the Elf is no bigger than you, it’s a man they brought that’s taller than most on the island.”
“A she-elf, they oughta toss her back into the sea and be done with it all.”
“Both of them should be sent on their way.”
“What if they bring others back? More men? Or worse, more elves!”
The great doors opened and after the first two guards stood a woman more beautiful than any I’ve ever seen, well at least that I could remember.
Her hair was the color of the sun, her skin paler than milk, and her eyes were fierce and wandering. When I looked to the Queen, she was unmoved in body but in spirit I knew she was becoming uneasy.
Then I turned and felt more than curiosity at the strange man.
He walked pensively, scanning the room but not the people, he stood beside the Elf as they awaited judgement from the Queen.
Even though their backs were to me, I felt there was something about the man. Something…familiar. I stepped forward, forcing my way through the crowd in a daze. People were whispering things to me but I heard nothing except my heart beat.
That dark hair, those strong shoulders, that tall stature.
Something in my bones knew this man.
“What do they call you?” The Queen asked the man.
“Halbrand.” He answered simply, in a tone that sang like a bell to my ears.
A memory flashed through my mind, so powerful and unyielding that I gasped and fell to my knees. Head pounding I cried out as a flash of a darkened room took over my vision with a window revealing a moonless night and green eyes begging me for something.
“Are you okay?”
I blinked and was back at the throne room, I tried to sit up but my head reeled like I had too much mead.
“Someone get the healer!” A woman shouted as she cradled my head off the marble floor.
I turned my head and saw the man, he turned and we made eye contact.
And in that flash of a moment before someone knelt in front of me with a potion that made me sleep, I felt it as sure as I knew the sun rises: that man knew me too.
I woke up sometime in the night, my head throbbing but I was energized nonetheless. I remembered a room, a bed room to be exact, with a wide window the had a balcony and snow falling against a black night sky. And Halbrand as he called himself begging me to run away.
I jumped out of bed, grabbed a blue shawl, and bolted out the door.
I wasn’t sure where I was going but my feet were swift as I ran across the courtyard. My room was near the library now but when I first arrived I was given a room that overlooked the harbor. That had to be where he was. As I looked around the great hallway and into the throne room, I heard footsteps.
I hid behind a pillar and hoped whoever was walking was quick.
I peeked around and saw an empty, quiet room. I leaned back against the pillar to give it another moment but when I turned to my left, I saw Halbrand.
I opened my mouth to scream in surprise but he covered my mouth and pushed me against the marble.
“You don’t want to wake the guards, do you?” He whispered.
I shook my head and stared up in his eyes.
“Are you going to scream when I take my hand away?” He asked.
I shook my head.
“Okay, then follow me.” He took his hand off my mouth and grabbed my hand, he looked both ways and together we snuck off into the darkness.
“Where are we going?” I hissed as we ran along the outer walls of the castle.
“You’ll see.” He answered as we stopped at a dark corner and he peeked around to look for the guards.
An urge to giggle bubbles in my chest but I held it in.
He took me to a small garden in the courtyard and held my hand as we walked through green foliage until we hit an orange tree. We sat underneath it and leaned against the trunk side by side. An act that felt as familiar as breathing, I barely registered that he still had his finger intimately entwined with mine.
“Why are we here?” I asked him.
“Because I thought we could talk.” He smirked at me.
“What do you want to talk about?” I asked him.
He tsk’ed and leaned in close to me.
“I know you have questions about you, about me,” he paused and looked up and down my body and winked at me. “About us.”
He was smiling so knowingly at me, and my body, it made me blush.
“So we do know each other.” I whispered.
He reached over and cradled my cheek in his hand.
“Yes.” He whispered and stroked my cheekbone with his thumb. “Yes, we do.”
“What are you to me?” I asked quietly, I took his hand away from my face and held it between my hands looking at all the scars and lines it had.
“Your humble servant.” He bowed his head for a moment while smiling.
“You’re awfully familiar with me to be a servant.” I let out a giggle and he beamed.
“We found each other while in service to another.” He explained and let me continue mapping his palm. “But to me, you are a Queen.”
“Me? A Queen?” I scoffed and traced my finger down the center of his palm. I thought I saw him shiver out of the corner of my eye.
He reached back up and held my chin to tilt my head up to look at him.
“Queen.” He whispered as he leaned in. “Goddess. Woman. All words fall short in presence of your beauty.”
The silence that fell between us felt intoxicating. Like swimming in sweet wine.
I wanted to lean just a little closer, feel his lips against mine, feel his strong hands grip and pet parts of my body like an instrument. I wanted to get so lost in each other in this beautiful quiet moment.
“Halbrand.” I looked into his green eyes and sighed.
“Y/n.” He whispered back, his eyes looked over my face like he was trying to memorize it.
I felt a knot of anticipation in my stomach.
Looking into his green eyes felt like coming home. I couldn’t explain why, but I knew deep in my bones that he was mine and I was his.
Without a moment to second guess myself, I leaned forward and simply pressed my lips against his.
Adrenaline pumped through my veins as he gently moved his lips against mine and held my face in his hands.
Everything felt so right, it felt so natural, it was too much and not enough at the same time. He rose to his knees leaning over me as we kissed, gently pushing his tongue against mine and moaning when I threaded my fingers through his hair to encourage him.
He pulled his lips away and began kissing down my neck, his hands roamed down my body like he already knew it.
“ Miquelis” he murmured against my skin.
I gasped and for a moment, memories came flooding back in fragments. Red hot metal that was cool to the touch, blood and broken bones, screams of elves, clashes of swords, deep resonating voices that rang so loud my skull felt like it was going to split open.
Before I knew what I was doing, I pushed at Halbrand shoulders shoving him backwards.
He landed with a thud in the grass and I scrambled backwards panting with my back against the tree.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” He said sincerely as he knelt in front of me searching my face. “I shouldn’t have assumed-“
“You-“ I cut him off.
There was a pause.
“You.” I whispered.
He was still as a statue, I could see his shoulder slowly rise and fall with his breathing but he was waiting for me to say something.
I took a moment to think back on what I remembered.
“You and I were a part of something.” I whispered. “Something dark.”
He swallowed slowly and nodded.
“What did you call me?” I asked.
“ Miquelis.” He repeated. “It means-“
“‘Sweet Kiss’.” I finished.
He nodded and kept watching me.
My head suddenly felt so fuzzy, with a pressure behind my eyes that was quickly becoming uncomfortable.
“I have to go.” I rose quickly and turned away from him.
I heard him chase after me an his hand gently took my elbow.
“Let me walk you back to your room.” He asked.
“No.” I tugged my arm away and looked up at him. “I need time alone.”
He nodded and took a step back.
I turned and hurried back to my room. Once I was behind a locked door, I pushed my back against the wall and sank to my knees. I tried to control my breathing but another memory was itching it’s way in and I wasn’t sure I wanted it. My heading was pounding and it felt like the room was spinning. I wanted to cry and scream and beg for it to stop but I knew it wouldn’t help.
I took a deep breath and closed my eyes and let the memory flood my senses.
I saw Halbrand trying to talk to me in a forge, it was dark and snow covered every surface. The cold was bone deep but I felt nothing.
He was speaking but I couldn’t hear him. He took my face in his hands and had such a look of sorrow in his eyes that it broke my heart.
Suddenly a dark shadow figure emerged and dragged us apart.
“There will only be one ruler of Middle Earth.” A deep voice roared from somewhere in the darkness.
“There will be a king and his servants.”
The voice chilled me to my core, I was fighting with everything I had but whatever invisible force held me back was strong. Halbrand was on the opposite side of the room and shouting for me.
“To make sure you both obey, I will erase Y/no’s memory.”
Halbrand screamed, veins bulging across his neck and face as he fought and shouted. His pupils turned to skits like a snakes as he roared and fought to get back to me.
“If she can’t remember you, she can’t love you.”
Orcs burst into the room and grabbed me and dragged me out, I punched and scratched to no avail.
“And if you can’t find her, you’ll do as I say.”
Then darkness took me.
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Part 2: “Us”
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mama-qwerty · 10 months ago
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Playing A Round
Have another bit of Knucklesverse writing. 'Cause this one was fun.
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Quetzal curled in the far corner of the Sanctuary, his tail lazily flicking back and forth. It was a slow day—only a handful of Knux's were present at the moment. Dread, Gnarly, and Renegade sat at the table, playing a round of poker, while Little Z snoozed against the large dragon's side.
Bored. Q was soo booored. Sure, it was nice to nap and have a quiet day with his tribe. While he loved just about all the other Knuckles’, sometimes things could be a little too loud or crowded when there were a lot of them here.
But that didn’t mean that a quiet day had to be boring.
He looked down to the little zombie against him, a smile curling his lips. His eyes flicked up to the three echidna at the table. And an idea brewed.
If he really focused, Q could speak to the other Knux's while in his dragon form. Not much, just a few words, but it would do. He flicked Z gently to wake him, and leaned down to whisper in the boy's ear.
The little zombie listened intently, a smile curling his lips. Always up for mischief himself, Z nodded and hurried off.
Meanwhile, at the table, the game had gone from friendly pastime to fierce competition. The main battle was between Dread and Ren (of course), and Gnarly seemed a bit annoyed they'd taken what was supposed to be a fun way to pass the time and turned it into yet another way to try and best each other.
"C'mon guys, this is supposed to be fun," the teen said, the annoyance evident in his tone. "I was having fun, and I'm losing!"
"Aye, it be all fun an' games 'til this one falls behind," Dread said with a smirk, hooking a thumb toward Ren. His urban twin growled.
"I ain't 'falling behind', you're cheatin'."
A look of shock crossed the pirate's face. "I would never! I swear on me ship I be playin' as straight as an arrow, dear brother." A little smirk curled his lips, which didn't fill Ren with a lot of confidence at the honesty of the remark.
"Don't call me that."
"We all be brothers here, Rennie."
"Don't call me that, either."
Dread let out a snicker. "Feelin' a might touchy ‘cause ye're losin' to such a fine example of a pirate?"
Ren rolled his eyes. "Are you gonna play, or are you gonna keep yappin'?"
"YES," Gnarly said, his own lip curling in a snarl. "Can we play, please? It's your call, Dread."
The pirate cast another grin to Ren before looking back down at his cards. That smirk never left, and he tossed a few more poker chips into the middle. "Raise ye 10."
Ren frowned, looking down at his cards. Then his eyes flicked back up to Dread. "You're bluffin'."
Dread narrowed his eyes. "Maybe. But maybe I ain’t. How sure be ye?"
The two were locked in a steely gaze, eyes narrowing as they sized the other up. Finally Ren uttered a loud grunt, before tossing his cards to the table.
"Fine. I fold."
Dread uttered a little chuckle as he displayed his cards. Ren growled.
"You were bluffin!"
The pirate shrugged as he reached forward to pull the pot to him.
"Tis the name of the game, brother," he said, just as an ace slipped out of the cuff of his glove.
Ren leapt to his feet, slamming his fist on the table. "I KNEW IT!"
Dread looked between him and the card, a look of shock and confusion on his muzzle. "I didn't cheat! I don't know how that got there!"
"Yeah, right!"
"I don't NEED t' cheat t' beat ye!" Dread shouted, getting to his own feet. "'Sides, when I cheat I hide the cards in me vest! Ye seen me hands the whole time!"
"Guys, c'mon!" Gnarly shouted, holding his hands out to try and calm his brothers, when two cards fell out of his own gloves.
Ren and Dread pointed at their younger brother.
"CHEATER!"
"I'VE BEEN LOSING!" Gnarly slammed his fists on the table, making the plastic chips clatter. "I don't know where those cards came from!"
"I think ye just pretended to lose so ye could lure us into a false sense of security," Dread said, eyes narrowed. "Then yer luck would suddenly change, aye?"
"That doesn't even make sense!"
"Maybe you planted those cards on him to shift the focus off you," Ren said, pointing to Dread. "Sneaky jerk."
Dread cocked an eyebrow at him. "Are ye serious? What advantage would that give me?"
"I dunno, you're the sneaky pirate here."
"Ye're outta yer mind!"
"Can you play without cheating for once in your life??" Ren shouted, slamming his fist against the table, and a number of poker chips fell out of his glove.
Dread and Gnarly pointed at their middle brother. "CHEATER!"
Ren shook a few more chips from his glove, a look of confusion on his face. "I dunno how those got there!"
"Maybe ye're the one casting blame elsewhere t' hide yer wrongdoing!"
"TAKE THAT BACK!"
The three descended into bickering and accusations, until a soft laugh floated over them. Dread paused first, holding up a hand to quiet the other two.
"Ye hear that?"
They all paused, looking around for the source of the laughter. A look of annoyance passed over Dread's face, and he looked under the table.
"YE LITTLE SNEAK!"
When Dread stood, he had one of Z's arms in his grip.
Ren looked under his side and found the boy’s other arm. Pulling it out, he looked over to Dread.
"Looks like we've been played."
"Aye."
The laughter got louder, and Little Z came out of hiding, his armless shoulders shaking in his merriment.
"You guys were so funny!"
Three sets of narrowed eyes watched as he came closer, and Dread resisted the urge to smack the boy with his own arm repeatedly about the head.
"Very funny, lad," he said, tossing the boy's arm back. Ren followed suit, and Z called his limbs back into place. "Where'd ye get such an idea?"
Z smiled innocently, and shrugged. "No place. Bye!"
The Shatter triplets watched him go, and Ren rubbed the back of his neck with a hand.
"So, uh, I guess you weren't cheating. Sorry 'bout that."
Dread shrugged. "I cheated f'r the first two rounds, but when it became clear how unimaginably bad ye be at bluffin', I quit after that."
With a growl, Ren launched himself at Dread, and the two rolled on the ground, knocking the table over in their brawl.
Gnarly uttered a soft sigh, shaking his head as he wandered toward the kitchen for a snack.
"I thought I was the paranoid, unstable one."
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feralshadowdemon · 10 months ago
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HELLO
ivan, chuuya, fukuchi, tetchou, AAAAND
yosano
HELLO!!!!!!!!! THIS IS GOING TO BE LONG ivan goncharov first impression: oh how did fyodor fuck you up (did not know/realize he was lobotomized either) impression now: ohh he's my silly. his english dub voice gives me gender envy. i like his eyes. he is weirdly a well-written lobotomized guy. i looked into actual lobotomy for you favorite moment: his entire fight scene was good and more people should talk about it. signed yours truly me idea for a story: primarily? a general character study, however, - bubble bath. it is a character study with him and shibusawa. not set in canon - highschool au. he deserves to be a normal highschool student. he would swear a sweater vest. i will die on this hill unpopular opinion: his character is really fucking good and yes his ability's name is on the nose but i hope we see him again. i don't like shipping him in canon though bc he can't. Consent. Fyovan should not exist. also i think more people should be paying attention to the bsd side characters favorite relationship: shibuvan/shibusawa x ivan and you know it. my #1 comfort ship in my heart. they are so cute <3 favorite headcanon: he has tics and freckles. also sometimes i like making him trans the others are below v
chuuya nakahara first impression: oh he's cool impression now: I WANT TO BE YOU YOUR CHARACTER IS SO COOL GIVE ME YOUR GENDER YOUR CHARACTER SCRATCHES MY BRAIN YOUR ABILITY IS SO COOL. I AM NOT NORMAL. favorite moment: THE HELICOPTER SCENE OH MY GODD idea for a story: i have many! - hirotsu visits him during a stormy night and he's suffering w chronic pains but hirotsu gets him his meds. they get to talk a little. they are silly to me - summer camp au w dazai they are at war constantly - i have too many, but to briefly summarize the rest: fan dancer and kitsune au, meiji era/period au, chuuya and kouyou fic/character study, there will be more after i read stormbringer unpopular opinion: he probably doesn't have anger issues. might just be agitated easily or because of dazai. also people need to stop getting his character soo wrong because the amount of mischaracterization that surrounds that man is NOT funny favorite relationship: people sleep on his and hirotsu's possible dynamic. next one is well. okay. it's obvious, but soukoku, i just like their dynamic whether it's romantic or not. absolute menaces. shoutout to kunichuuzai also, but i honestly cannot ship that man all the time. bonus platonic relationships i really like is the idea of tetchou and chuuya becoming good fucking friends. let chuuya have so many friends to make up for the ones he's lost favorite headcanon(s): freckles chuuya, lightning scars chuuya, nonbinary chuuya (i dont use they/them for them all the time but i am a believer in it), chronic pains, autistic, metal/rock (the song genre) lover, sanrio and ocean life special interest, also demisexual/demiromantic !! sorry they have the most. favoritism is showing fukuchi ochi
first impression: oh doesn't he kill everybody's faves. meh impression now: YOUR CHARACTER AND WRITING IS SO OVERLOOKED. YOU ARE DAD MATERIAL AND THAT SCARES ME BUT IM ALSO :D ABOUT IT favorite moment: the entire fucking fight he has with atsushi and akutagawa. you don't understand he was both terrifying and also that gave me an actual adrenaline rush once i watched it in the anime. the music was so good. also the scene w aya !! idea for a story: the main one is a fukufuku fic where it goes through how overtime, fukuzawa in fukuchi's eyes is more like a wolf than a human being. it's his way of making it hurt less when he has to hurt him. i cant remember any others, but i hope there will be more unpopular opinion: can the fandom not hate on him so much lmao i dont mind seeing people dislike him that's valid but like. give him a chance i swear. he also can be trusted with children favorite relationship: him and fukuzawa's (romantically or platonically idrc). holy shit. holy shit. holy shi- also bonus shoutout to him and ranpo's!! it is not shown a lot but augh. of course i love his relationship with the hunting dogs too but fukufuku sits at the top favorite headcanon: hm. i can't think of any rn tetchou suehiro
first impression: AUTISTIC impression now: AUTISTIC favorite moment: them and kenji's fight >>>>> idea for a story: they are a samurai and they meet jouno along the way. they stay with fukuchi after having a rough run-in with an innkeeper and some people who are after them. they smell like blossoms unpopular opinion: i wish people wrote them beating up people more they're literally one of the strongest characters (physically specifically) of bsd favorite relationship: them and jouno's is peak favorite headcanon: asexual and nonbinary tetchou for the win. my most favorite one of all time though is them being half-taiwanese :] akiko yosano (surprise???)
first impression: please be well written. impression now: she is so cool!! i wish she had more screentime but oh my god she is so cool <33333 she is fun in the manga and i love her so much favorite moment: her backstory i wanna say. we don't get too much content of her but damn her backstory hits hard. it adds so much to her character and i love her a lot idea for a story: she and fukuzawa go shopping together. i think she also deserves some fics w fukuzawa. they have a fun time !! unpopular opinion: not a fan of kousano favorite relationship: her and ranpo's. siblings your honor, absolute siblings, ALSO THAT ONE SCENE IN HER BACKSTORY WHERE HE KNEELS DOWN TO HER AND SHES CRYING AND SJJSDHHFBBAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA favorite headcanon: aro/ace yosano is cool. very cool. aro/ace yosano.? holds her out to you. Consider
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i-am-baechu · 2 years ago
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Chapter Three: The One About The First Kiss
Summary: “Did you just ask me if I sell coffee in a fucking coffee shop?” And with that, Taehyung was smitten by the Barista in the crazy flower sweater vest. Friendships will form but most importantly Taehyung will finally meet his soulmate. 
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Genre: Idol au, strangers to lovers au, barista reader!, slow burn (friends with benefits to lovers kind of), semi-short storyish format, friendships, romance, angst, comedy, and smut
Main pairing: Idol! Taehyung x Barista! Reader 
Side ships: Hoseok x OC 
Warnings: Explicit language, smut, mature themes, homophobia, smoking cigarettes, drugs and alcohol usage 
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“How's coffee boy?” 
Y/N stopped putting her mascara on and turned towards Nikki who was zipping up her dark purple dress. Tonight was their scheduled night out. Every Saturday night, the girls always tried to find a way to go out, from going to the club to eating at Nikki’s uncle's restaurant. From the long days at work and just bad mental days, the girls always felt better when they were together or having fun.
“He's okay...Why?” 
Nikki looked at herself in the mirror and then at Y/N with a small smirk, “I was just curious, if you know...have you sent him any nudes or had phone sex?” 
Y/N sighed and shook her head as she went back to applying her mascara, “I don’t want to rush things. I don’t want to have sex with him yet.” 
“Yet?” 
“Yes...yet...I have to go on a date with him first and then see how things play out. I really like him.” 
Nikki nodded her head at this and sat next to Y/N on her pink vanity bench. She wrapped her arm over her shoulder and nuzzled her cheek into her shoulder, “That makes me happy. I know this is new for you but I’m proud of you for not backing out when you got scared.” 
“Y-Yeah, I don’t know...he's just...different. Even though it's only been a few days, talking to him is just peaceful. I don’t know how to explain it, I just really like it.”
“That’s so exciting to hear, I’m really happy for you. Now, I have to help Julia wash her back.” 
Y/N watched Nikki leave with a small smile on her face. She put the mascara wand back in its tube and she examined her face in the mirror. She wiped some dust off her face when her phone abruptly buzzed next to her. She couldn’t stop herself from getting giddy because she knew exactly who it was. She picked up her phone and smiled when she saw his name.
Taehyung: 
What are you doing tonight? 
Y/N:
My roommates and I are going to the club tonight. Excited after the busy couple of days I had :/ 
Taehyung: 
You deserve to have some fun! Coincidence, I’m also going to the club with my members 
Y/N:
Oh, really!? You don’t like clubs that much though 
Taehyung: 
I know but I might as well have fun 
Y/N: 
That's the spirit, it would be funny if we ran into each other 
Taehyung: 
Now I want that to happen :( . I’ll text you later, be safe please. Text me when you get to the club and when you leave or try to  
Y/N:
 I will! Have fun too and also be safe : ). Text me when you’re at the club <;3 
Y/N smiled at this and put her phone in her purse. Her bathroom door opened to reveal Julia in glitter high waisted trousers with a black strapless crop top. Y/N glanced at her with a small smirk, “You look really good.” 
“Thank you, I stole this top.”
Y/N looked at Julia and gave her an unsure look, “O-Oh okay?” 
“Should’ve stopped me when they had the chance.” 
Julia walked into the living room, leaving a confused Y/N. She shook off the confusion walking to her closest to pull out her outfit. The hanger held a deep v glitter bell sleeve dress and in her perfect shade, dark blue. It was actually her favorite dress. Nikki walked in the bedroom and saw the dress, “Ohh, are we looking to fuck someone?”
Y/N rolled her eyes as she put on the dress, “No, I just really like this dress.” 
“It's just whenever you wear that, you always end up in someone's bed.” 
“It’s not going to happen.” 
The music was loud and it made Y/N grimace. It was playing music that she heard on the radio but somehow in the dark lit club it was unbearable. Nikki tapped her shoulder causing her to glance up, “I see Lulu, I’m going to talk to her.” 
“Isn’t it inappropriate? She just broke up with her girlfriend.” 
“I’m down to be a rebound for her.” 
Before she could say anything, Nikki left in a hurry. Y/N sighed and looked to her side, “I guess it’s just you and...” She watched Julia walk towards the dance floor with a mystery man, “Okay, it’s just me.” 
Y/N walked towards the bar the best she could. The people were dancing closely and it was stuffy. She sat at the bar to see a familiar face, “Marie? You work tonight?” 
“I wasn’t supposed to but here I am. You want an extra tequila shot?” 
“You know me so well.” 
One shot turned into twenty and she was only now feeling a buzz. Marie kept an eye on her but it got harder when the bar got busy. Y/N left with a drink in her hand as people kept bumping into her. She tried her best to ignore the people but it wasn’t until she abruptly bumped into someone. She looked up to see familiar brown eyes and a boxy smile, “Tae?”
The brown eyes looked into her eyes with shock, “Y/N? Are you drunk?” 
“No, just buzz...” she looked him up and down slowly. He was wearing a brown button dress shirt with dark brown trousers. The shirt showed off his wide shoulders and his muscles perfectly. She felt her face get hot but she couldn’t tell if it was the alcohol or was it him, “You look really good.” 
He blinked his eyes at her and gulped. She wondered what he was thinking about at that moment as she quickly nuzzled her face into his chest to hide the blush and steady herself. She couldn’t see his face but she felt his hands rub her back gently and place a kiss on the top of her head. She felt a shiver go down her back but she couldn't let him see it. She looked up at him to see that he was already looking down at her. She wasn’t sure what he was feeling through his eyes but his smile made her feel reassured. The lights around them outlined his tan skin and she couldn’t help but bring her hand to gently touch his cheek. His eyes widened at this but he didn’t push her away (that made her feel great). 
“Yo-You look great too, Y/N.” 
“Really? That makes me happy, especially since it's from you.” 
“Oh, why?” 
“Because you're hot and mysterious. Have you seen your jaw line? It’s amazing and don’t get me started on your chest.” 
If she wasn’t feeling a buzz, she would’ve seen Taehyung’s face turn into shock but then a sexy smirk appeared, “I’m going to guess drinking makes you very confident.”   
“I wouldn’t say confident...just more straightforward.” 
“That’s good to know...do you want to get something to eat?”
She looked around herself to see if she could see her roommates but nothing. She looked back at him with a shy nod, “There’s a Mcdonald’s down the street.”
He let out a small chuckle and shook his head, “We can’t go there darling. I don’t want to get swarmed.” 
She nodded her head at this (ignoring the shiver she felt when he called her darling), “Oh yeah, I forgot you were famous. Chicken nuggets sound so good right now though.” 
“How about this? We will go to my hotel and I’ll ask my manager to get us some chicken nuggets.” 
“Chicken nuggets and fries...”
He let out another laugh wrapping his large hands over hers. She looked up at him and couldn’t help but admire his face, “Yes, chicken nuggets and fries. Whatever you want.” 
“Okay...”
He intertwined their fingers together and they headed out of the busy environment. As the two walked through the crowded room, she glanced at his back with a red face because it just clicked that he was holding her hand. She glanced down at their fingers and warmth shot up her body. His hands were bigger than hers and they were rougher (something she was into). It felt nice to hold his hand even if they were trying to escape the loudness of the club, it was still romantic. 
They walked out onto the busy streets of New York as the street lights guided them to his hotel. The people talking around them became background noise as Taehyung kept glancing at her. She did the same but the difference between them is that she couldn’t tell what his expression was saying to her. She was easy to read, she always referred to herself as an open book that had misplaced chapters. Taehyung was a closed book. A book that she would love to read any day of the year. Even though he was a celebrity, there was still so much she needed to learn about him. Sure the internet provided her with his blood type and height but it didn’t unravel the mystery in front of her. 
The hotel room wasn’t even a hotel room. It was a small apartment. Her hand slipped out of his as she walked into the expensive room. Every turn she did there was something breakable and she knew if she broke it, that would be her rent money gone. As she turned to look at the room with wonder, she missed Taehyung looking at her with a small smile on his face. She walked towards the balcony and saw how high up she was. The lights of the city burned into her skin as she looked out. She felt an arm around her waist as she glanced up to see Taehyung looking out into the city, “Be careful, love. Don’t want you to fall.” 
“L-Love?” 
“Yes, that’s what you are to me.” 
Her eyes widened and before he could make eye contact with her, she looked back into the city. The city lights highlighted her blush and she hoped he didn’t see it, “I’ve lived here my whole life and I never noticed how pretty it is.”
“It takes the right person to show you the beauty of things.” 
The two walked back inside the safety of his hotel room as he led her to a plush bench. She raised her eyebrow but said nothing, curious to see what he would do. He got on one knee and leaned forward towards her shoes. She watched him take the straps off of her heels with wide eyes. No one has ever done this for her, not even Nikki. When he finished, he took the pair of heels and placed them next to his shoes. He stood up and sat next to her with a smile, “Does that feel better?” 
“Anything feels better when you're around.” 
He raised his eyebrow at her and bit his bottom lip, “Is that so?” 
“Yeah...it feels warm. A nice warm.” 
They both stared at each other with silence stretching between them. It was only them in this world, crashing through space and time into one being, indivisible. There was nothing that could pull her away from his stare and the same could be said about him. She looked into his dark brown eyes until she closed her eyes when she saw them getting closer. His soft lips barely touched hers as she felt his hot breath. There was hesitation in him but she didn’t want to open her eyes to confirm it. She leaned forward, closing the gap between them. He kissed her gently, Taehyung placed his hand (awkwardly) on her hip as he pulled her closer. The kiss felt like teenagers kissing for the first time. It was awkward and sometimes their teeth would clash but it felt so right. She never knew kissing would make her feel so intoxicated. 
When they pulled away for breath, he placed his forehead against hers as she avoided his stare. He leaned forward and placed a kiss on the tip of her nose, “Seeing you in this dress tonight drove me crazy.” 
“Really? I mean it is my favorite dress for a reason.” 
“And what’s the reason?” 
She glanced back at him and gave him a teasing smile, “It gives everyone a look of what could be theirs.” 
He let out a deep chuckle that made her shiver, “Has anyone ever told you how pretty you are?”
“My mom has...” 
“You truly are the prettiest girl I have ever met in my life. Don’t tell my mom I said that.” 
How could someone so handsome, like her? It didn’t make sense to her. He was handsome, talented and charming. All things she wouldn’t use to describe herself but here he was looking at her as if she was the rarest flower in the garden. Something came over her and she leaned forward placing her lips on his in another kiss. It was slow and romantic, one of his hands rubbing her lower back soothingly as she sighed into his mouth. His tongue went against her bottom lip and she parted her lips with no hesitation. His tongue met hers and he pushed his lips even harder against hers. The moan she let out was swallowed by him. The hand that was rubbing her back was now moving its way to her to the side of her jaw. 
Her hands gripped at his chest as he pulled her to sit in his lap. Her legs enclosed his own as he still explored her mouth. He grabs her ass and grinds into her roughly. She let out a surprised gasp and he breaks away to look her in the eyes. The two rested their foreheads together as they let out harsh breaths. She glanced into his dark brown eyes to see there was a slight haze in them (she wondered what her eyes looked like at this moment). He brought his hand up and his thumb gently touched her hot cheek. Without thinking, she tilted her head into his hand and gave him a smile. A smile that she couldn’t explain to others but it held a feeling that she never experienced before. The light above them became brighter and his chocolate brown eyes called to her. It was as if his eyes were a beacon of light. She blinked her eyes a couple of times but the light never went away. 
He let out a small cough and hid his face in her neck, “We should get the nuggets and fries...” 
She ran her fingers through his hair and nodded her head, “Yeah...that sounds good...” 
Even though he said this, he didn’t bother moving nor did she. They continued to sit like that, with his head in her neck as she ran her fingers through his hair. It was peaceful until it wasn’t, “Neh, Tae...I love this position but I have a cramp in my leg.” 
“O-Oh sorry. Let’s move.” 
The two slowly moved off the bench and he grabbed her hand leading her towards to the table. He took his phone out and smiled, “I’ll call my manager. I’ll be back.” 
“Nuggets and fries...with BBQ sauce.” 
“Do you want a drink?”
“I mean, if you're offering then it doesn’t hurt. Sprite...” 
He let out a small laugh and nodded his head, “I’ll be back.”
She watched him walk out to the balcony and she leaned back into the chair looking up at the ceiling, “What the hell is happening?” 
Extended ending:
The two ate in silence and she looked at her sprite with a smirk, “I didn’t think you would actually get me a drink. I was joking.”
He wiped his hands on his pants and shrugged his shoulders, “I mean you asked for it.”
“So if I asked for a glass dildo you would give me it?” He choked on his nugget and her eyes widened. She gave him her drink and bit her lip, “Sorry...Please don’t die I can’t handle a lawsuit.” 
“I-I’m fine.” He tilted his head at her and she raised her eyebrow at him. Before she could ask anything, he leaned forward. His thumb gently touched the side of her lip and wiped off some sauce. She glanced down at his thumb and before she could be embarrassed, he brought his thumb up to his lips. Her mouth dropped as she watched him. Maybe she is going to fuck him soon.
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wh0lemilk0vich · 9 months ago
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tag game! Tagged by @creepkinginc thx nosho
rules: go to pinterest, search "[your name] core aesthetic" and create a moodboard from the results.
I had to fudge it a bit or else I only got pictures of Misha Collins
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about
you name: Misha (any spelling or variation of Michael except "Mike")
age: 29
starsign: Taurus Sun, Scorpio Moon, Cancer Rising
your first language: English
second language: German/Russian
(third language: Polish)*
(fourth language: Irish)*
favourite lip product: I let God decide what happens to my lips.
the best food dish you can make without a recipe: I can make a pasta sauce out of basically any vegetables and some meat. I also cook pretty decent Korean food.
if you drink tea, what kind?: herbatki "Malwa" z suszu owocowego, either czarna porzeczka or owocowa.
if you drink coffee, what roast do you usually get?: I don't drink coffee, and haven't had caffeine in 2 years.
favourite thing to watch on youtube right now: God, these days Minecraft or other video game let's plays, game streams, comparative mythology, or world building videos?
favourite thing to watch on youtube in 2012: I absolutely could not tell you. What did annoying theatre kids watch in 2012?
favourite item of clothing right now: I have a couple dresses and sweaters I love.
favourite item of clothing in 2012: lololol probably the American Eagle button down shirts I insisted on wearing with a vest and blazer, but then for some reason boot cut jeans.
* I had to rep for USAmericans who are multilingual
fandom
three movies you recommend: Morozko/Ivan Vasilievich Back to the Future, Stardust, The Lord of the Rings.
your favourite concert: i really don't like concerts haha.
have you ever unfollowed someone over a fandom opinion?: not really.
have you ever left a fandom because of the fans?: not really, I still feel like I'm trying to enter them tbh.
the best tv show you watched last year: honestly probably Shadow and Bone or House of Dragons (it's probably been longer than a year but I mean writers strikes and stuff, I don't remember seeing a good show) or Gilded age! Nothing happens in Gilded Age and I love every minute of it.
do you have a fancasting you just can't let go of?: I don't think I picture actors or types in my head when I watch or read things.
a ship you've abandoned: none they're always bouncing around there and can always be reactivated. Especially if you can give me a juicy crossover, make it supernatural/fantasy, or make one of them chubby.
on a scale of 1-10 how willing are you to share your ao3 history?: oh lol, I was about to say pretty open but then I remember some of the stuff I read so hard 0.
do you have a fandom tattoo? (do you want one?): no and don't think I want one, but I have tattoo ideas
what fandom do you wish was bigger?: I'm honestly not sure maybe Magicians, I get intimidated by big fandoms haha.
has a finale ever ruined a show for you?: the last season of game of thrones was abysmal.
have you …
... swam in an ocean?: yes, as it happens.
... ever been vegan/vegetarian?: nö.
... gone skinny dipping?: no, but I would with the right people.
... gone skiing?: never and no desire.
... been to a convention?: a couple academic conventions.
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