Arthur Morgan x Reader NSFW Alphabet

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Arthur’s very lovey-dovey after sex. He’ll shower you in kisses and hold your body so close to his that you’ll feel his heartbeat. Affection is something he craves, and that hunger will only grow tenfold as the post-coital bliss washes over him. Falling asleep with you by his side, your naked body pressed against his, your head on his chest feels like home to him, where he can be free and safe.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves his arms and hands. Not only are they a powerful tool that he uses on the daily to kill, rob, and steal, they also come in handy (hehe) in the bedroom. He’ll run his hands all over your body, pinching, touching, twisting. The feeling of your skin under his fingers is intoxicating, and so is the knowledge that it’s his touch that can make you moan and writhe in pleasure.

When it comes to you, it’s hard for him to pick just one favorite aspect. He loves every part of you, from your legs, to your hips and your waist, to your breasts and of course your face. If he absolutely has to choose, then he’ll pick your waist. He feels content when he has his hand on your waist, bringing you close to him and feeling your body next to his, be it when the two of you are out, or simply sitting by the campfire in camp.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Loves coming inside of you, be it in your mouth or your pussy. There’s just something so intimate and romantic in the feeling of being enveloped by your warm walls as he reaches his own release.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He likes to be dominated from time to time. It’s easy to understand; Arthur always has to take the lead, be the protector and the leader of the gang, making sure the people are safe and fed. It’s a lot of responsibility, and it weighs heavy on his shoulders. Sometimes he just wants to let go and have somebody else be in control. This want seeps into your intimate life, and at first, he’s embarrassed to voice it. He’s so used to being the strong, masculine outlaw that he’s not sure how to be anything else but that. You sense that something is wrong, so after a lot of prying and kissing he relents and tells you what he’s been thinking. He’s expecting you to laugh at him and dismiss his thoughts as silly, but you don’t. You ask if that’s what he really wants, and he nods. The night takes a completely different turn, with you having your way with Arthur, taking control of his pleasures. You’ll have him on the edge, teasing him relentlessly only to not give him what he needs.

“You think you deserve to cum?” you’ll say, nipping at his ear. “Think you’ve been good?”

He’ll moan your name, bucking his hips towards you and say, “Please.”

“That’s Madame for you,” you’ll correct him.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

You wanna thank the woman (or women) who taught Arthur what he knows. From sucking on your clit, to hitting your G spot and nipping on your neck, the man knows every secret in the book that will have your toes curling and your eyes roll to the back of your head. Another great thing about him is that not only is he experienced, but he’s open to learning and trying something new. He’s not the type of man to get upset if you correct him on his technique. If you don’t like something and tell him to do it differently, he’s more than happy to correct himself. Your pleasure is more important than his ego.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

With you on your stomach and him on top, fucking you into the mattress. He loves the classic such as missionary and cowgirl during which he can see your face, but there’s something so intimate in being pressed so close against you, his chest touching your back.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Arthur is somewhere in the middle, leaning more towards serious. He can laugh during the process, but more often than not he’s concentrated, lost in pleasure and lust.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Arthur is hairy all over; from his head to his chest to his legs, and, well, there too. If it bothers you, he has no problem trimming down there, but he himself doesn’t care.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

During your love making (and it is love making, not fucking (thought that happens too sometimes)), he’s very romantic, making sure to tell you, “You’re so beautiful” and “I love you so much, darlin’.” He’ll shower your body in kisses, worshiping you like the goddess you are, kissing every inch of skin and murmuring praises and love confessions. The time you spend in each other's arms, bringing each other pleasure is not only about satisfying your carnal desires, it’s about being close, becoming one and showing just how much you love each other. It’s a process that neither of you want to rush, sometimes spending hours in each other’s arms, proving your love all. night. long.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

The two of you spend almost every waking hour together, but sometimes there are jobs that Arthur has to do alone (like bounty hunting or collecting debts). Some of those jobs are quick, and if he leaves in the morning he’s back in camp right before supper to spend the night with you. Others, however, can stretch for days, even longer if his destination is way out in the country. When he’s away from you for that long, taking himself in his hand is all he can do. He’ll wrap his fingers around his cock, starting with slow up and down movements, imagining it’s your hand and not his. He’ll bring to memory the image of your naked body under his, the sound of your voice moaning his name and the feeling of your walls spasming around him. If he’s alone, he’ll moan your name under his breath, his cock twitching in his hand as he’s nearing his release. With a cry of your name he’ll come, spilling himself on the ground, his hand working his cock to push every drop out.

It’s not the same as having you with him, that’s for sure, but it’ll have to do before he can have the real you in-front of him.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Light bondage. He enjoys tying you up, like your hands behind your back or your hands to the bedpost. If the two of you are in a particular mood, he might even tie up your legs. After telling you his “dirty secret”, he enjoys being the one tied up as well. Both of you know he can get out of the ties easily, break the rope with just a flex of his muscles, but it’s the knowledge that he’s tied down and at your mercy that turns him on.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Somewhere that has a full sized bed (preferably a king sized one). As much as he enjoys the cozy atmosphere of his tent and the familiarity of his cot, it can be a bit annoying with two full sized adults trying to go at it on a bed that was made only for one person.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He loves hearing you moan his name, the sound of it coming broken and shaky from your lips. Feeling your legs shake, your body writhe and your hands holding on to him for support is his biggest motivation to work harder to bring you to your release, wanting nothing more than to see you fall apart to his touch.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Degradation and physical abuse. A spank on your ass here and there is okay, and so is dirty talk, but nothing that crosses a line into actual degradation and physical abuse.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Homeboy loves getting his dick sucked. Having you on your knees with his cock in your mouth is one of the images that warms up his soul when he’s alone and away from you.

As far as giving, he enjoys it, and can spend hours between your thighs, lapping at your like you’re his last meal. He enjoys how you are when you’re nearing your release, your thighs shaking on his shoulders, your fingers holding on to his hair and holding him where you need him. Once your orgasm washes over you and you’re laying on the bed, panting, your eyes closed, he’ll emerge from between your legs, licking his lips, a satisfied smirk on them.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Arthur prefers slow, sensual lovemaking to rough and fast fucking any day of the week. He enjoys dragging his cock in and out of your pussy, the slow strokes driving you insane. His pace would be slow, but it would be deep and intense, making you see stars each time he hits a spot inside of you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

With how often Arthur has to go on jobs, quickies are a necessity in your relationship. Sometimes, he’ll only be in camp for an hour or two before heading back out, so as much as he’d love to pull down the flaps of his tent and ravish your body for hours on end, a quickie is all he can afford.

He’ll have you pinned to a tree on the outskirts of camp, his pants pulled down enough to pull out his dick, your skirt hiked up and your drawers pushed to the side. You’ll bite down on your fingers, trying to keep your moans at minimum as he pushes in you, his girth stretching you as it always does. It’ll be quick, dirty and sinfully delicious, and it will leave you craving more, waiting for Arthur to come back as soon as possible.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Arthur’s always game to try something new as long as it’s safe and both of you are on the same page.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Arthur can go all night long. The man has an implacable self control, and he can make you come countless times before cumming himself.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Arthur is a type of man that wants to do everything himself, be it cooking his own meals instead or ordering UberEats, or making you cum with his fingers instead of a vibrator. Personally, he doesn’t see a necessity for toys, but if it’s something you wanna try, he’s more than happy to use them.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

When he’s in a mood, Arthur can tease you ceaselessly. He’ll have you on the edge of orgasm for hours, making you think that he’s about to give you what you want, only to pull away at the last possible moment. You’ll be a shaking, moaning mess by the end of it, teetering on the edge of insanity and begging him to finally let you cum. He’ll smile that devilish smile, perhaps even cock his head to the side and take a moment to think before saying, “Nah,” and go back to teasing you for hours more.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

When the two of you are in camp, Arthur has no problem at keeping his volume to a minimum. He’ll grunt here and there, maybe let out a moan a few times, but nothing over the top, because he doesn’t want to bother other gang members. When the two of you are alone however, it’s a completely different story. The man moans. He lets out grunts, sighs and moans, but most of all, he lets out praises and comments.

“Shit, darlin’, you’re so tight,” he would grunt as he slips in your heat, “Gonna make me bust already.”

“C’mon, sweetheart,” he’d say as he circles your clit with his fingers, bringing you to your release for the unpteenth time that day, “I know you got it in you.”

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

The idea of you getting pregnant turns him on, a lot. The two of you are not actively trying to get pregnant, but the knowledge that he could do that to you, could put a baby in you and have you swollen and with a big belly because of him turns him on. When the two of you do decide to try for a child, he’ll be the one tracking your cycle and seeing which days you’re ovulating. On those days, you’ll barely leave the bed, only taking time to eat and relieve yourself before going back to making love in hopes of expanding your family.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Arthur’s hung. That’s all.

Jk, that’s not all. He’s long and thick, something that made a shiver run down your spine the first time you saw him naked. Even after being together for however long you were, his girth still manages to stretch you to your limits and need a moment to get used to. Arthur would never say it, but hearing you say, “You’re so big” gives him a high for hours and feeds his ego like nothing else.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Before getting in a relationship with you, Arthur’s sex drive was mediocre. He might’ve sought the company of working girls a couple of times a month, but that was more like scratching an itch and not doing it out of pure lust. After getting in a relationship with you however, well, that’s a different story. Just the sight of you walking through camp can set his mind on fire. He has a hard time keeping his hands off of you, and can be a big distraction when you have to work. If you’re game, he’ll have you multiple times throughout the day; in the morning, after lunch during your guard duty, at night in the tent. The man wants you all the time and he’s not shy to tell you so.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Arthur is the type of man to fall asleep with his face in your tits. As soon as he makes sure that both of you are clean and comfortable, he’s out. He’ll be scooping you up in his arms and snoring in no time (and so will you, because Arthur’s snores and his warm chest is better than any Melatonin)

I hope I got this right it's kind of a mess

May I request option 3 with Oikawa please 😅

A bit about me : I'm 4'9 a bit on the chubby side with tan skin and shoulder length black hair

Personality type is ISTP. I'm quiet and awkward but once I get to know u I can't stop talking. I can be a bit lazy/introverted sometimes but if I'm with friends I know how to have fun. I seem kinda cold and distant but that coz I don't really know how to show affection, but I do care v much. I'm a ppl pleaser and tend to follow the rules so I can blend with the crowd. (I seriously need an outgoing person in my life 😐) love quiet places, bookstores, theme/water parks, reading, watching anime and frozen yoghurt. I have a vintage/kawaii? aesthetic

For the scenario : fluff with some spice at the end maybe? 👀

How about Oikawa finally having a break after volleyball season to spend with his family. He just wants to sleep in with u but the kids have other ideas so they end up going to the beach. Oiks is just being a child himself and having fun with his kids making sandcastles and swimming while u r chilling with one of the kids coz u both don't like the sun. Maybe oiks crashes a beach volleyball game just to show the random strangers how it's done 😌

Again congrats on the milestone and Thank you 😗 ily

A/N; don’t worry this is just fine! And thank you♥️

warnings; Spicy near the end~ not too much tho!

Please enjoy~

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"It's so nice to have you home after so long" you sigh cuddling into your husband's side

He had finally gotten a break from volleyball and now he could spend time with you and your kids. After marrying Oikawa things were a bit hard when it came to quality time. It was even harder after you had become pregnant. He wanted to always be with you but at the same time, he had to be at his games.

Luckily he and his team had gotten about 3 months off, the same as summer vacation. It was one of those rare days when he got to sleep in with you. No early morning jogs, or workouts, just cuddling with his favorite person.

"Yeah, it seems like the only time we cuddle is late at night when I get home but," he shuffles to face you completely "now I'm here and we can sleep all we want" he lays a hand on your waist

"mm yeah" you hum snuggling in for some more sleep

"Mama! Let's go to the beach!" your son came marching in followed by his younger sister

"Yeah, papa! Beach!"

*Sigh*, so much for rest. S/N climbs onto your side of the bed while D/N makes grabby hands to be lifted up. Oikawa lifts her with ease and onto his stomach. You lift your son to sit between you both, here was the center of both your worlds. Your son was 7 and your daughter was 4. They were both polar opposites, D/N was basically a mini Oikawa and your son took more of your attitude.

"well so much for rest..." he sighed "how does the beach sound princes?" he asked you. Ah yes and, you were stationed with him in Brazil while he was on their team. It was almost like constant summer there. Although by the time the kids would be older he wanted to go back to Japan. For now, where you were was just perfect.

"sigh...maybe some sea breeze would be nice" both your kids start to jump on the bed with cheers and smiles "Alright, alright everyone, get dressed and then some breakfast and we can head out."

They stopped quickly and ran to their rooms to grab what they wanted.

"I love how you handle them" Oikawa complimented you with a kiss on your cheek "Come on, I wanna see you in a two-piece!" he shouts down the hall going to help the kids get ready. Going into your drawer you dig through your clothes until you come across a two-piece

"Hmmm, maybe not this time--oh! I remember this one!" you said pulling out one piece from the bottom. It was your favorite color with a low cut back and winches waist. Sure bikinis we’re the race right now but this really made everyone turn their heads. Especially a certain captain ;)

Slipping into the swimsuit you ready yourself with your sandals, bag, glasses, and other necessities. Mostly things for the kids like sunblock, towels, some beach toys, hats, and so many other things. To think you used to only take sunblock and maybe a book, thing change when your a parent huh?

"where is my darling wife? We're just about--whoa there! Hy if you look that good I might drop the kids off at my sister's place" he smirked coming over to you and wrapping you in his arms "Mmm you're just too beautiful for other men to see" he whined

"Well, too bad Mr, the kids want to go to the beach, and besides we haven't gone in a while. It'll be fun, come on" you said taking his hand in your and leading him back to the kitchen. kids were fed and ready, with huge grins on their faces. Usually like walking to the beach with them since it was only about a 10-minute walk.

locking up the doors and putting on some sunblock before you left you're on your way to enjoying a nice beach day. Walking along you say hello to neighbors and store owners. Y/D/N was sat atop of your husband's shoulders, while your son held your hand skipped along the sidewalk. You love to have moments like this. Happy simple moments together.

"Look, Papa!" your daughter points to the yellow-white sand of the beach with beautiful Crystal waves crashing onto the shore. A satisfying salty smell was in the air that filled your heart with excitement.

"Come on bud" Oikawa squats down to pick up your son. He had a habit of not letting them walk in the hot sand, his way of being an "awesome dad". But he was right, it was very thoughtful of him, he even did it to you before.

After finding a good spot he put down both your kids and helps me to set up. You open up the umbrella spread out some blankets and put down your small bag where you had carried some snacks and other necessities.

"Come here kids, you need your block" they both line up so that you can spray and lotion them down. Being in Brazil the sun was much closer than in Japan. Which meant sunscreen was a must!

"You too Toru, come here." you motion with your finger. he practically skipped over to you and plopped down on his knees ready for you to lotion him up. now listen, this was a way of kind of establishing your place to other girls who were around you. Some of them would give you looks and you would just smile back as you applied sunscreen to your husband.

"You turn lovely~" grabbing the lotion he turns to you and starts to apply. Starting gently at your face, then to your shoulders, your arm, your thighs (his favorite), and your back

"Alright, who wants to get into the water?" He said excited standing up

“Me, me Papa! Me!” Your little girl was excited as ever and of course a daddy’s girl. Picking her up abs jogs over to the water, leaving giggles behind

“What about you sweetheart? You want to join your father and sister?” You ask your son and he shakes his head coming over to your side

“I’ll just stay here mama” your son was a lot like you in a way. While your husband preferred to be in the spotlight, you and he preferred to cheer him on from the sidelines. Either way, you had company now. Climbing onto your lap he lays against you as you both enjoy the salty breeze.

You always loved the smell of the ocean, the calm saltiness in the air, the subtle sounds of the waves. It was coming, a bit strange but you really enjoyed it. An even better view was watching Toru enjoy himself. He held your daughter in the air and brought her down when a gentle wave would come and hit them both.

It’s then you saw your husband‘s eyes light up like Christmas lights. He then screws over to a volleyball game puts his daughter on the sideline and begins playing with them. He didn’t know whether to laugh or scold him, or maybe both. He eventually had a ball set over to him and he spiked it over the net. Then again you knew he couldn’t help himself whenever this would happen. You can only count the number of dates on the beach where the same scenario would happen.

It ended up with him apologizing for getting sand in your eyes. About half an hour later they came back, a bit sleepy from all the energy they had just used up. Sitting under the umbrella you bring out the snacks and juices. Everyone enjoyed their favorite sandwich, and small side snacks, and favorite drink. Looking over at your phone you had seen the time went by and it was already past three in the afternoon.

After one more return to the ocean all together y’all start to pack your things and head home. Your daughter fell to sleep on Toru’s shoulder on the way back home. Just as you enter your home the cloud started to roll in. This was your favorite part about beach trips when they ended and rainy days, it just made everything so much cozier.

After putting your son and daughter into bed for their naps you make your way to the bathroom to wash off all the sand. Getting in for us to turn on the warm water and close your eyes. The warm liquid cascading down your body relaxes in your muscles, meanwhile, the thunder clapped in the background faintly. You hear the shower curtain move slightly making you look over your shoulder.

"Hey," he said softly coming closer and pulling you towards him by your middle. He loves to do this, taking a calm shower with you close to him. Nothing really sexual about it but more intimate, and heartwarming. He felt closer to you, more content. Although sometimes it did lead to something more. But overall he loves to have a little alone time with you.

His hands squeeze your body slightly as his lips find your shoulder and neck.

"What are you getting at?" you giggle biting back a sigh

"Mm nothing, just admiring my wife's body is all," he answers a few seconds later you feel something poke at you

"Well, I would ask what's in your pocket--but obviously I can't"

"Well, is there asleep, and we have all night long~" his tongue Finds Its way gliding from your neck of your earlobe and taking it between his lips. He gives a small nipple and a chuckle escapes his chest.

"Aren't you tired from the beach?" you ask turning around and wrapping your hands around his neck

"I'll have to remind just how much stamina a volleyball player can have," he growls picking you up with easy and pinning you to the cool wall making gasp "and we have about, uuhh 7 hours until midnight"

Oh boy, you were in for a long night~

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I hope this was okay! ♥️

Rook Hunt sPICY TIMES

None of you fuckers wanna write it so I will owo || French word translations/guide is at bottom of text

pairing : Rook Hunt x Fem, Shy reader

word count : 3.3k

contents : classroom sex, female receiving oral, over stimulation, vaginal sex, Rook being a confident lil teaser

 After the whole fiasco with Eliza, ______ found herself quite needy and even a bit jealous. Seeing her boyfriend go off to try his hand at being a possible option to the ghost bride, sparked a flame in her. That was her boyfriend. Not some ghost’s prospect.

As soon as Rook returned to the college, the rest of the boys that had been rejected in tow, ______ grabbed Rook by his hand. She promised herself that she wouldn’t overreact and that she’d be that perfect little angel that people always told her to be growing up. But as soon as she saw the playful smile Rook greeted her with, her whole face was bright red and she dragged him to open and empty classroom. The whole way Rook wouldn’t shut up, cooing and joking about how assertive she was. Very funny, but this only got to ______ more as he poked and prodded at her jealous. This was very uncharacteristic of his meek girlfriend all together. What on earth could’ve gotten into her, Rook thought.

As she pulled him into the classroom, she blurted out that ‘Rook, you’re my boyfriend! I don’t want to share,’ and a pout quickly placed itself onto her lips. Her blush flared up again and warmed her cheeks at her sudden confession. But while she was embarrassed she even got this jealous, Rook was grinning ear to ear. This was what got her so worked up? Precious. That’s his ______ for ya. Always so soft spoken and skittish. But now, she resembled the tomato Heartslabyul called a dorm leader, but only a little bit.

Without missing a beat, he slowly backed her up into a desk. It was almost like a tango in the way that each step Rook took forwards, _______’s soft foot steps repeated backwards. His hands rested on her hips, tugging the skirt hem ever so slightly up as he set her on the desk, sitting her on her bum rather than the skirt. Ah, much better to see now. Rook was able to examine her face much closer and he was living, getting a new dose of serotonin each second he saw that trademark flustered face.

He leaned in and placed a kiss against her ear as he felt her delicate hands find their way to his shoulders. “How cute,” he whispered. “I wouldn’t dream of leaving you.”

“Pr-Promise?” _____ whined. She curled back a bit as Rook’s hand tangled in her hair. Gently he gripped the back of her head, trapping her in place as he came up for a kiss

“Promis.” Rook leaned in to her lips, ghosting over them, his breath on hers. He waited, a smirk growing as his girlfriend gave another whine, closing the space impatiently. As expected of her, he thought as a throaty hum of a laugh buzzed in his throat. Rook always played these games, seeing how his love would squirm and whine at his teasing. The flustered expression and needy actions drove him up a wall, only egging on his ego and want to play with her. Each reaction fed the hunter instincts in him. And each time it was like the first.

With each needy kiss, the clicking of the pairs lips resounded throughout the empty room. Rook could feel the heat that radiated from his lover’s cheeks and gave a satisfied moan. In turn, the moan buzzed against _____’s lips, tickling. She moaned back but more so at the lack of air only to be granted with a dirty trick.

Rook slid his tongue along _____’s bottom lip as he he let go of her hair. His hands gently gripped her hips. In one swift motion, he yanked ______ to the edge of the desk, hips knocking with her core as her thighs parted to rest on either side of Rook’s torso. As ______ let out a gasp in both shock and need, Rook took the chance to delve his tongue into her mouth, emitting another dark chuckle.

Rook’s hands trailed down, grabbing the back of his girlfriend’s knees, forcing her even closer. As his tongue searched every inch of her mouth, he felt ______’s hands gently grabbing the black coat that he adorned. He smirked, pulling away from her seeing a bit of drool besides the corner of her mouth.

“Allow me.”

Rook shrugged off his jacket, setting it on the desk behind him. He removed the hat he wore, setting it right atop of the jacket and inhaled slowly. When he turned around, he had the most devious grin on his lips. “Minette,” he cooed as he bent down before ______.

 "R-Rook..“

 ”Ma cherie, you’ve been quite bold today, you know,“ the huntsman purred. His gloved hand slid up the skirt of his beloved girlfriend, sending a chill down her spine. She placed her hands behind her on the desk, trying to balance herself as Rook’s other hand pushed her right leg up over his shoulder, granting him easier access. “I wonder,” he trailed off.

He was quick to invite himself underneath the black skirt, grinning at the sight before him. “I see someone has decided to be quite bold, indeed.”

“Rook!” she hissed in embarrassment. She knew exactly what his cocky ass was talking about. ______ had chosen to not wear any underwear at all that day. She wasn’t entirely expecting to have sex in a classroom but she did figure that the confrontation when Rook returned to Night Raven College would go one way or the other.

It was either fight, which was very unlikely for the pair. ______ hardly got angry and if she had an issue, she approached Rook in a calm manner, typically in private.

The other was having sex - granted, she thought Rook would’ve at least taken her back to his dorm first. This was not their first time, not by far. Rook was a very passionate individual and ______ was happy to experience and receiving all of his passion. It wasn’t a constant thing since both were often busy but it was enough times for Rook to know exactly what excited ______ the most and got her going.

Rook waved off her embarrassed cry, slowly spreading the lips of her pussy. Dripping. She was dripping wet already. His gaze grew glazed over in a playful dark haze as he came out from under her skirt. Those emerald eyes gleamed up at his flustered partner.

“I see now,” he hummed. Taking his right glove in his teeth, he yanked the black material off in one swift movement. He proceeded to do the same with the left, setting them on the desk besides ______. “Tell me, minette. Did you plan for this all along? Hmhm.~”

“N-No- Well.. I-I mean,” ______ stammered. Rook nestled himself between her thighs as if it was his natural habitat, watching her grow more and more flustered. His fingernails ran along the underside of her thighs, making ______ jump and whimper. He knew that she was very sensitive to that. He’s playing more dirty than usual.

“Take your time.”

As soon as ______ went to open her mouth, Rook began to pepper kisses languidly up her thighs. Dammit! Both the sensations Rook administrated left _____’s head spinning, thoughts foggy.

“R-Roook,” she breathlessly whined. It was almost like a braindead call for help. The blonde knew exactly what he was doing as he grew closer and closer to the area his talents were currently being requested. But each time he’d get right to the sopping center, he’d b-line over to the other thigh. “Pl-Please.”

“Please, what? Use your words, ma cherie.”

The final blow. This asshole. First he makes her thighs incredibly sensitive, then goes placing kisses everywhere but her pussy. Now, he’s gunna force her to say it. She always understood why but it never made it easier. Rook wanted direct consent but ______ struggled with telling him directly what she wanted. Here and there, he’d be direct in asking if she wanted xyz, but when he wanted to really rile her up and throw her confidence out the window, he made her tell him.

Raising a hand to hide behind, ______ let out a mumbled.

“Hm?~”

“I-I hate you,” she groaned, biting into the back of her hand that she hid behind. “Pl-Please…pl-pl….” _______ took a second to recompose herself, gathering up the courage. “Please touch m-me. U-Use your tongue o-on me. I need you, Rook.”

“Of course, princesse.”

Dipping back under the pleated skirt, Rook’s positioned the right thigh back over his shoulder, giving a bit of leverage. Of course, he didn’t stop teasing her other thigh though. Non, non. He was gently tracing circles with his fingernails on the soft thigh’s back side as Rook’s tongue poked out, giving a short flick over ______’s clit.

Immediately it sent a shiver down ______’s spine as the warm wet tip of Rook’s tongue circled the bundle of nerves. The blonde teased at the bud, speeding up only to slow down a few seconds later, and back and forth. Rook drew back for a second, letting out a sigh. The warm cunt before him twitching at the cold sudden sensation. This in turn, made Rook smirk.

Flattening out his tongue, Rook gave a long slow lick along the folds, tasting his beloved’s slickness; the salty taste faintly invading his mouth with each pass of his tongue. He could hear ______ begin to pant softly as he licked up.

“Hah, R-Rook,” she whimpered. Her hands gripped the edge of the desk, holding on for dear life. It was almost as if it was the one thing grounding her and keeping her sane as Rook attempted to steal away each ounce of sanity. His tongue always felt amazing. Maybe it was the emotions and hormones, or the setting - maybe even both, but for some reason Rook’s tongue felt heavenly. ______ struggled to keep herself quiet, knowing that people were still around. Class wasn’t exactly over yet. Heck, Vil or Epel might be searching for Rook seeing as ______ took off with him as soon as he returned to campus.

As if on cue, Rook shoved his tongue into her vagina, wiggling it a bit. Immediately, ______ let out a yelp, walls clasping about his tongue. Her back tensed at the strong muscle inside her, wiggling.

“R-Rook!”

______’s hands grabbed at Rook’s hair as she whined loudly. She did her best to be gentle with her grip, but this cocky motherfucker, he only attempted to push his tongue in further. In turn, ______ let out another moan, too caught up to remember where she was.

“R-Rook, i-if you’re going t-to do that, u-use your hands..”

Rook pulled his tongue out and looked up with an evil grin. He licked at his lips, saying “Happily, princesse. Do remember we’re in a classroom, though. You wouldn’t want to get caught now, would you?”

Rook placed a kiss on _____’s clit before grinning devilishly.

“Or maybe,” he paused before practically slamming a finger into his girlfriend’s pussy. “you’re into that.”

It took every cell in ______’s body to hold in her yelps and moans as he fucked her with his pointer finger. Each time Rook’s finger slid in, ______ gasped, trying to silence herself.

“Y-You’re doing this….”

Before she could even finish, Rook’s mouth had returned along side of the finger now. He began to suck on her clit, tongue swirling the bud in his mouth occasionally. Rook heard _____ choke on her words and smirked against her clit. He could felt himself getting hard and his pants growing tight, but this wasn’t about him right now. It was about ______. He knows he can ignore his growing erection for longer than most, choosing to focus on his beloved instead at the time. It was clear she needed that today, maybe even a little more than typical.

The tug at his scalp became tighter as Rook continued to suck on the red pearl. He could hear just how wet ______’s cunt had become. Easing up a bit on the sucking, Rook slowed his finger’s pace, slipping a second into the rhythm. It was tight but that was to be expected ______ was getting close already. Maybe….Rook thought, just perhaps, he’d gone a tad over board.

“Ro- ok!”

He picked up his fingers pace, feeling ______’s walls clenching more and more at each thrust. She’d begun to buck her hips in time with them, like an animal in heat. Her left leg came up, ankles meeting, draped over and pretzelled around Rook’s shoulder. 

“I-I’m g-going to..!”

Rook gave a hum as a sign to go ahead and that was all it took to send _____ over the edge. The vibration from Rook’s lips on her sensitive clit was the last straw. She bit her hand trying to be quiet, grunting and gasping as she rode out her orgasm.

Her head was thrown back, strands of hair sticking to the sides of her face, and her chest heaving when she finally settled down. Rook felt the bud on his tongue pulsating from aftershocks but refused to let up just yet. He was far more gentle now but that along side the soft squelch of the cum that now coated the fingers he pumped in and out, were already sending ______ back on the rollercoaster. She whimpered and tried get Rook to let up, impatiently patting the desk almost as if to tap out.

Rook did eventually give up, standing up to look in his girlfriend’s eyes again. He licked at his lips before going in for a sloppy, brief kiss. ______ was quick to wrap her arms up around his shoulders in place of where her legs had just been.

He pulled away, resting his forehead on hers and chuckled. “Ma cherie, are you perhaps able to go again?“

“My…My legs are k-kinda shaky.”

“I will carry you back regardless.”

“I..O-Okay..”

Rook gave a soft smile, tucking away some of ______’s hair behind her ear. “Êtes-vous certain?“

A phrase Rook had taught her. The first time that they ever had sex he asked her that. Rook had even taught her both proper responses. Whenever he asks that in a soft tone, it reminds ______ of their first time. It fills her stomach with butterflies; this time was no different.

Looking into his eyes, ______ nodded, “Je suis.”

“Good girl. I’m so proud,” Rook whispered. He gave a gentle kiss to her forehead then.

As much as he loved the sweeter, softer moments, Rook did have a bit of a tight situation to take care of. With ______’s consent now, he began to unbuckle his pants. He unbuttoned and pushed down both slacks and boxers to his thighs. You know, just enough to let his cock spring out to say hello.

Rook was longer than he was thick, so ______ thankfully didn’t struggle too much taking it typically.  _______ held up her skirt for him and watched as he brought his dick to her folds. As soon as his head touched the wet lips, ______’s chest heaved a bit, shuddering. Everything was very sensitive still. Just Rook’s tip bumping up against her clit was a lot to handle at the moment.

Thankfully, Rook took note of how tense his girlfriend was. Granted she had begun to dig her nails into his shoulder, trying to cope with the sensitivity. After getting his cock slick with _____’s cum, he begun to slowly push himself into her cunt.

“R-Rook!” she practically screeched. Her nails dug into his shoulders,a far more piercing sensation this time. “J-Just get i-it in…D-DON’T STOP.”

Oh, goodness. He did his best to make it as painless and slow as possible but from the way his girlfriend barked that last bit at him, he could tell just how sensitive she really was. As soon as he had fully sheathed himself inside of _____, he brought her into a tight hug, arms wrapping about her waist.

_____ took a very shaky breath and her clawed grip switched to Rook’s back as he hugged her. Tears flooded her vision and threatened to fall, but ______ tried her best to blink them back. As she adjusted better to Rook’s cock, it became much easier to breath and relax.

“I can stop. Would you like to just return to my room, minette?”

“N-No. I’m okay. J-Just…s-sensitive.”

“Then I shall be gentle.”

And just as promised Rook began to rock his hips back and forth at a gentle pace. He leaned into ______’s neck and began to suck and pepper kisses all over. When he tugged down the collar of her shirt, he was able to hit a sensitive spot and began sucking. Rook felt ______’s nails ease up on his back and rather become a gentle grip on his vest and shirt.

“Ah,” _____ gasped. She let her head lean back and allowed herself to embrace all of the sensations and feelings. Aside from the sucking noise and faint panting, the wet smack of Rook’s cock grinding in and out of ______ filled them room. She took a moment to think about how taboo and dangerous this scenario is. Any of the students or teachers could walk in. She hadn’t exactly been the most quiet. And as she thought about it, she found herself reaching closer to another high already. Something about the risk made her adrenaline go off running and brought her closer and closer.

Rook on the other hand, was pretty close, and had abandoned making hickies. He panted, head in the crook of ______’s neck. He picked up his pace a bit, chasing after his own orgasm. He felt ______’s walls clenching down and he smirked a bit.

He reached down with one hand and began rubbing circles on ______’s clit again with his thumb. She immediately let out a moan and her breath hitched. Perfect, Rook thought. He kept his pacing not too fast but not too slow, trying not to hurt his girlfriend too much. But it was obvious that she was close with just the added touch again.

As the pair chased after their orgasms, ______’s nails returned, digging into Rook’s shoulders. Her pussy clamped down on Rook’s cock and her eyes practically rolled back as she reached her second orgasm.

Rook was so close though and abandoned rubbing ______’s clit, grabbing her hips. He began to ram into her faster, a tight grip on her hips that was sure to leave a bruise later on. But that was the last thing on his mind at the very moment. Rook’s breath hitched and he gave a final slam of his hips into _____’s, hot ropes of cum shooting inside of her.

The pair caught their breath, a mess of sweat, tangled limbs, and cum.

______ was the first to pipe up, letting go of Rook finally. “W-We…We should g-get out of here,” she advised. That shy soft voice had returned as she was no longer caught up in her own pleasure. The embarrassment of it all stained her face red to which Rook could only chuckle.

He slipped out of ______, causing her to let out a soft moan that was hidden behind her hand. Rook put himself back into his pants, quickly redressing himself as if nothing had happened at all. As he placed the hat he loved back on his head, he reached for his gloves besides _____’s waist. Slipping them on he offered his hand to his lady whose face once again resembled that of Heartslabyul dorm leader’s when he lost his temper.

She tried to hop down for the desk but lost her balance immediately. Her legs were shaking and she could barely stand as Rook’s arms wrapped about her for support.

“Je suis désolée. I said I’d carry you,” Rook said with a tinge regret for not acting quick enough. He swiftly picked up his girlfriend and gave her that charming smile she loved. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

“Th-Thank you..”

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I feel like a few of these are easy but i put them here in case:

Promis - I promise/ Promise

Ma cherie - my darling

Minette - kitten

Princesse - Princess

Non - no

Êtes-vous certain? - Are you certain?

Je suis - I’m sure/I am

Je suis désolée - I’m sorry

Demon Slayer! AU (Part 1 - The Beginning)

Ramuda and Jakurai are tossed into a strange new world, but at least they have each other. Things are peaceful at first, but not all happiness lasts.

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“I’m heading out!”

“Be careful,” Ramuda hears Jakurai call out from the depths of the clinic, no doubt busy with another patient. The pattering of footsteps could be heard as children raced around the wooden hut, snow crunching under their feet.

“Are you going to the village today?”

“Ehh? I want to go too!”

Ramuda laughed as the Hanako and Takeo whined. It was almost New Years, so going down and selling charcoal to earn some more money so that everyone could eat to their heart’s content wasn’t a bad idea. Even though Jakurai received many donations throughout the year, even his saintly attitude and charity to every ill and injured person couldn’t keep everyone fed.

“No, none of you can walk as fast as Ramuda. He can’t pull the cart today, so you can’t rest while he gives you a ride,” Suzumi, another live-in patient at the clinic, sighs. The man was still lecturing Hanako and Takeo when Ramuda leaves, waving his goodbyes, but well, that was old man Suzumi for you.

As Ramuda walked down the snowy mountain, his mind drifted. How many years has it been? Five years? Wow, time really has flown bye, he thinks. And it’s probably been even longer for Jakurai. It’s strange, to be stuck in the past with only Jakurai.

Ramuda hummed to himself. Maybe he should buy some fresh eggs – along with mochi of course – while he was in the village! After all, Jakurai always did like having eggs over rice with natto.

They’re facing another bitter and angry person with an illegal microphone. They’re always bitter and angry though, bitter at the changes in the world, angry at their own powerlessness. They’re one of many.

Ichiro, Samatoki, Ramuda, and Jakurai are together, coincidentally, when the man attacks them. They’re not particularly concerned, not at first. They’re known as the top hypnosis mic users for a reason. The Chuuoku is invested in them for a reason.

That quickly changes though when Ichiro disintegrates. And disintegrates he does, starting from his feet and slowly moving up until he’s just… gone. None of them know what’s going on, and by the time they realize what’s happening, Samatoki is already half-gone and Ramuda and Jakurai have already begun to disappear, grain-by-grain.

The perpetrator is laughing now, manically talking about his revenge plans about the Chuuoku, but none of them are listening. They’re frozen, confused and, while they might deny it, terrified.

The last thing they think, before they’re completely gone is: I don’t want to die.

“Well, if it isn’t Ramuda-chan!”

“You really came down on such a cold day? Good work, but you’ll catch a cold, and I’m sure the doctor won’t like that.”

“Oooi! I want to buy some charcoal!”

“Ah, Ramuda! Thanks for repairing my sliding door the other time.”

Ramuda took a deep breath, taking in the scents of the villagers. They’re as busy and energetic as usual, he thinks fondly. Maybe it’s stupid of him, but after so many years in the past and out of the Chuuoku’s control and in better health than he’d ever been, Ramuda couldn’t help but love listening and smelling how people lived and moved… Nah, it was probably the old man rubbing off of him. Eew, Jakurai germs.

“Aaahhh! Ramuda, I’m glad you’re here,” Ramuda turns towards the screaming man. Oof, looks like he pissed off the missus again.

“Can you tell who broke these dishes?! Please help me!”

As the man shoved the broken ceramic towards his face, Ramuda leaned forward to take a whiff. Cat, he thinks, and says as much.

By the time he finishes selling the charcoal, it was beginning to turn dark.

Jakurai’s going to fret again, Ramuda frowns as he makes his way back up the mountain.

“Hey Ramuda! Are you returning up the mountain? At this time? You can’t, it’s dangerous.”

“Huh? I’ll be fine, my nose can smell anything.”

“I’ll let you stay the night, so come. Turn back.”

“But –“

“Enough of that! Come here.”

“Ehh? Mister, what’s got you so scared,” Ramuda sighs, heading over to the hut. Geez, if it weren’t for the fact that Jakurai asked him to play nice with the villagers, he would’ve left Saburo in the dust ages ago.

“Demons will appear,” Saburo replies, with utmost seriousness. Ramuda could practically feel his eyes roll back into the sockets of his eyes. Ugh, every time he thought he was getting used to this place, someone’s always there to remind him that this was the early1900s and people were stupid. Seriously, demons of all things?

As Ramuda settled down for the night, half-heartedly listening to the man’s ramblings about demons, he wondered if the man was lonely. Having lived alone since his family died, Saburo must be pretty lonely. Maybe, Ramuda thinks before drifting off to sleep, he should bring some of the kids to visit next time. He’s sure Hanako and Takeo especially would love the opportunity to meet new people…

Everything is dark… It’s so cold…

He’s drifting, drifting slowly in an abyss of darkness.

Where am I?

What happened?

Ramuda couldn’t remember. Something about an illegal mic, he thinks.

He’s waking up, slowly, and when he does, there’s a familiar scent. Who is it?

“Ah. Good, you’re finally awake,” he hears. The voice is deep, yet gentle and soft, and oh so familiar.

Ramuda turns his head to the side, and then he r e m e m b e r s.

“Jakurai,” he tries to snarl, but his voice is hoarse. It comes out much higher pitched than he’d ever been able to pretend. What the hell?

“Amemura-kun,” the old man greets him, but Jakurai looks much, much younger than Ramuda had ever seen. There aren’t any wrinkles or signs of exhaustion and age that had clung onto Jakurai like a parasite.

“I found you drifting down a river,” the doctor explains quietly, “and I took you back here, to my clinic.”

“Tch,” Ramuda clicks his tongue, “who’d want you of all people to rescue me. Why d’ya have a clinic? Thought you worked at a hospital, or did’ya decide that you’re too good for them?”

Jakurai stills, head tilted, eyes scrutinizing Ramuda. He hates how it feels, the way Jakurai’s gaze seems to burn into him.

“… I see. I suppose you must’ve recently woken up,” Jakurai muses, “you should go back to sleep for now. Rest and recover.”

“Oi, you can’t just say that and not tell me what the hell’s going on!”

“Are you sure you want to know now?”

Ramuda gulped. This felt… serious? He nodded. His vision was starting to darken, sleep trying to pull him into its sweet embrace, but he wanted to know what the hell was going on first, especially with the old man.

“… The illegal microphone, I fear, has tossed us into the past. The Taisho era to be exact,” Jakurai informs him, “I don’t know what happened to Ichiro and Samatoki, but before I found you, I had assumed I was the only one here.”

Ramuda’s vision goes black, sleep pulling him under.

“No. Nononono –“

It’s Suzumi’s body that he sees first, blood soaking the white snow. Underneath the man is one of the kids – Tadashi, Ramuda thinks – and their bodies are cold to the touch and lifeless.

“What – How did this –“

It doesn’t take long for him to see the bloody and broken screen doors of the clinic and the many lifeless and bloody bodies littered on the ground.

Ramuda wanted to scream. What the hell? Suppressing the urge to vomit, he searched through the clinic, hoping to find signs of life.

Hanako, Takeo, Shigeru, Yamato, Sen, Tohru, Sora… The list just went on and on, all the various patients who had come to the clinic in hopes of being healed or saved were dead. The many people that Ramuda had come to love and care about in place of his posse were d e a d.

Jakurai, Ramuda finds though, is still warm. He’s covered in blood just like everyone else, but his breathing was shallow. If… maybe if Ramuda could move fast enough, Jakurai could be saved. Sure, the doctor in the village wasn’t as good as a doctor as Jakurai, but…

Ramuda would save him. He refused to let the stupid old man die too.

He moved quickly to travel back down the mountain, the cold chilling him to the bone and Jakurai’s body acting as a dead weight on his back.

How could such a thing happen? A bear? A bear that didn’t hibernate in the winter?

Fuck, Ramuda thinks, breathing hurts. The winter air was freezing his lung, but he had to move faster. He had to continue moving forward.

I won’t let you die, he thinks furiously, I’ll definitely save you, Jakurai.

He’s… tired. It’s nothing unusual, not particularly, but there’s something about this exhaustion that feels different to Jakurai this time though.

Hunger. There’s an aching sense of hunger in stomach, but why?

The demon! Oh… oh. They were all dead, weren’t they, Jakurai mourned internally. Once again, he was too powerless to protect anyone.

“ – hold it off! I – in you!”

Someone was speaking, but Jakurai couldn’t tell who or what was being said. Why was everything so muddy?

As if the world was trying to convey a message, Jakurai felt himself being flung back, slamming into a tree. He’s being pinned down again, but by who? And why? There’s screaming too, but Jakurai couldn’t make out anything. Why... Why were his senses so dulled? Where was Ramuda? Was he safe?

Bam!

Jakurai’s vision snapped back into focus, just in time to watch as this strange man was pinning him down slam the handle of the katana (what the hell, a small part of his mind whispers, how the fuck does this kid have a katana) onto Ramuda’s back.

As Ramuda’s axe swung towards the man, Jakurai quickly spun into action, breaking free of the man’s hold, and making a grab for the fallen pink-haired boy.

Crouching in defensive position in front of Ramuda, Jakurai glared. He might not know what was happening, but he knew enough that this man could be a danger to himself, and more importantly, to Ramuda.

“I will not let you hurt him,” he tells him, voice hoarse and with a hint of growling for some odd reason.

He hears Ramuda cough, “Finally awake, you stupid old man? Took you long enough.”

Jakurai deigned not to respond, keeping the man within his vision. Ramuda had fallen unconscious, but how did he know this? Everything felt so much clearer and sharper now, his ears picking up even the smallest of footsteps of the critters in the forest to even Ramuda’s heartbeat.

“You,” Jakurai focused back on to the strange man, “Are you… protecting him?”

He doesn’t respond. Was this a trick? Of course he was protecting him. The man in front of him scrutinized them for a couple more seconds, neither party moving a muscle.

“I… I’m going to take a chance with you,” the man slowly says, “but if attack… I won’t hesitate to decapitate you.”

It took a couple seconds of silence, but as soon as Jakurai nodded back, the man turned around, facing a patch of bamboo. With movement faster than his eyes could follow, the man cut the bamboo into pieces.

“Here,” he motioned towards Jakurai. “Bite on this bamboo. It’ll be better than biting the insides of your mouth.”

At this, Jakurai finally noticed that he’d been biting hard enough to taste blood. That was not good. The gnawing hunger was starting to get stronger and stronger, but he now knew better than to fall prey to it. It was a hunger for the flesh of humans, a hunger that only demons had.

Taking the bamboo, Jakurai ripped a piece off his haori and laced it through the sides before securing it around his head and mouth. The bamboo would eventually start biting into his gums, Jakurai realized, but this would do for now. At least until Jakurai had time to meditate and get himself back under control.

“You must never bite anyone. You must never eat a human. If you do, I will cut you down. Do you understand?”

Jakurai pulled out of his thought. Reaching for the bamboo, he moved it aside to answer the man.

“Rest assured,” Jakurai quietly tells him, “My purpose is to serve humanity.”

The man looks startled at the answer, but Jakurai stays firm, light blue eyes never wavering from the man’s darker blue ones.

“My name is Tomioka Giyuu,” the newly named Tomioka tells him, “And when that boy wakes up, tell him to visit the elder named Urokodaki Sakonji living at the foot of the misty mountain. Tell him that I sent you.”

With that, Tomioka began to retreat, leaving Jakurai and the still unconscious Ramuda behind.

“Also, don’t go out in the sun,” Tomioka tells him as one last goodbye before disappearing from sight.

Jakurai let himself relax once the man was out of sight. God, what a mess. Everyone was dead now… And he was a demon? It seems that his original theory of being in the past might not be as accurate as he’d first thought…

But for now, it was time to bury the bodies. If this Urokodaki could help them, could inform them more about this strange world, then Jakurai would go. Ramuda will not be hurt, not by Jakurai, not by whatever dangers this world posed.

Jakurai refused to let another person die, not if he could save them.

Kind, Giyuu thinks to himself as he returns to report to Oyakata-sama. The purple-haired demon's eyes were kinder than any human he'd ever encounter, except for maybe Oyakata-sama. There was an air of kindness and charisma that the demon had that Giyuu had encountered only once before in his life.

It's strange, but Giyuu couldn't help but look forward to seeing what the duo would do. A demon who refused to eat people and a human who swore that he would turn the demon back into a human. Two impossibilities, yet here they were.

Sending them to his teacher was probably for the best. Urokodaki would train the boy to fight demons. The future, Giyuu thinks, might be pretty interesting.

all of them

send me a pair name and I’ll tell you what I think it would be like if they had a child.

@reycs

RAVEN & LUNA

TWIN A - first born.

Name: Felix Reyes.

Gender: Male.

General Appearance: brown hair/brown eyes, warm complexion most similar to Raven's. Felix has Luna’s eyes and Raven’s smile.

Personality:  Felix has his ‘moods’, some days he wants nothing more than to being running around and playing with cove, his mothers, other days he is most content being unbothered, and would rather sit and be more ‘lazy’, though there is nothing lazy about him. he is a thinker, a watcher, and often comes up with the best of ideas and plans, the most intricately detailed ways of helping his mothers and sister in any way they might need. he is quite the inventor...problem solver...and snuggle bug all rolled into one.

Special Talents: ingenuity, he takes pride in vocabulary, fluency in english, trigedasleng, asl, and spanish, his ability to catch ANY Animals he comes across, and he is an excellent chef. Felix knows the stars by name, and plants as well.

Who they like better: Raven ; with raven he gets to put many of his inventions and ideas to the test. but he needs Luna’s arms around him a lot and tries to hide at her side sometimes when he wants to be invisible.

Who they take after more: Luna ; Felix very much takes after luna when it comes to ‘personal space’ and shying away from people outside of his family.

Personal Head canon: approach him with care and at times...caution. Felix does not always like people in his personal space, unless it is his mothers. he has been known to yell at cove for bothering him when he’s ‘thinking’ and he feels horrible for outbursts even in the midst of them. they tend to be nothing that climbing into luna’s lap can’t fix, for a gentle reminder...that everything is going to always be okay.

Face Claim:

TWIN B: second born.

Name: Cove Reyes.

Gender: Female.

General Appearance: luna's curls, raven's deeper brunette color, dark brown eyes, warm complexion, luna's various constellations of freckles upon her body. Cove has Raven’s eyes and Luna’s smile.

Personality: Cove is sassy, and at times very bossy. she does not always take the hint when Felix wants to be left alone and instead will insist that he plays anyway and that he should ‘learn to like it’, [ this tends to be where Cove turns Felix’s vocabulary against him and requires he be accommodating and adaptable ] however...she is very quick to back down when she understands she’s being too pushy, and then does her best to make up for upsetting her brother. it’s because of her soft hugs and her knack for singing comforting songs that makes Felix crave to be beside her often when he’s upset for other reasons. Cove’s loving nature makes it impossible not to forgive her quickly. 

Special Talents: making up her own songs [ most are about flowers and animals and her family and make no sense when it comes to ‘flow’ ] but her voice is soft and precious considering she has trouble with her r’s. Cove can create and sew her own clothing, she can make anything grow, and knows nearly as much medically as Luna does. often she assigns herself as head nurse to animals Felix finds. 

Who they like better: when Cove needs her energy spent...she follows luna around and helps with gardening, cooking, and in equal measure she’s at raven’s side happy to be a momma’s girl and see pride in raven’s eyes when she learns something new from her.

Who they take after more: Raven. when it comes to physical energy, Cove is entirely Raven’s daughter, the same is to be said when it comes to her determination to follow-through. overall, she is a good blend of luna and raven’s compassion, leadership, and flexibility.

Personal Head canon: there are days, usually following Cove and Felix fighting, where Cove will not talk to luna or raven. she will only speak to her twin brother using sign language until they both feel better. this once went on for three days, not because Cove had upset Felix, but because Felix had upset Cove by releasing a garden snake back to the wild without giving her a chance to kiss it goodbye.

Face Claim:

KODY & LUNA

Name: Isla Li Nolan-Kaiser

Gender: Female

General Appearance:

Personality: Isla tries her hardest to be a tiny grown-up, independent and opinionated and with the sweetest heart. she does not like liars or information being kept from her. very empathetic, understanding, finding reasons for the tiniest of mysteries in the world around her and in the people around her. she is often quiet, watchful, but her smile is contagious and she tries her best to spread it to everyone that she meets. stranger danger is something luna and kody have had to work on teaching her due to how friendly she is with everyone she meets. isla's heart is easily broken if she feels she may have upset her mothers or family members.

Special Talents: cooking, ballet and hip-hop dance, knowing how to drive [ a little ] because to Luna’s dismay...Kody taught her. speaks english, spanish, german, takes stuffed animals apart and sews miss-matched parts together, calls them little monsters and thinks they’re hilarious. 

Who they like better: she would be upset if she was expected to like one more than the other. absolutely offended and shattered if she were asked to choose such a thing.

Who they take after more: a perfect blend of them both.

Personal Head canon: Isla was an on-purpose accident, when it comes to conception. her mothers both had to grow up a bit quickly when they learned they had a baby on the way, but they had never been more happy to. luna and kody learn just as much from Isla as she learns from them. both woke up a little late one morning and found Isla in the kitchen in a mess of making breakfast, before they realized they didn't have many of the ingredients to do so. turns out Isla had taken their debit card just across the street to the small grocery store and bought the things that she needed, having accompanied her mothers grocery shopping countless times before, she knew well how to do it herself. this was the day that she made friends with a neighborhood cat, and the store bagger lady named Millie. The cat, Isla called Millie from that day forward too. She won't go to bed without setting out a bowl of milk. [ the cat is not a stray it's collared, tagged, and overly fed, living its best life. ]

Face Claim:

MAX & COREY

[ bonus bc even though neither wants kids i stumbled upon an fc too good not to show at least so i did a shortened response. ]

Name: Juno Lennon Parker.

Gender: Male.

Face Claim:

Christmas Sweater

Here's another story written by cursedautum on Instagram! This was her part of our little story/art trade we've been doing since October. I'll be sharing my part later. She has given me permission again to share the story.

I'm very happy with how it turned out, I just love how cute they are 😭💖 I plan on drawing something for this. But I don't know if I'll have the time due to my busy schedule!!

There are such winter days when you wake up and understand: today you will find something new and very good. It feels like Christmas morning is coming, even if it's just an ordinary winter day outside the apartment door, and nothing special is going to happen. But, as his mother had said to Diego a few years ago, the heart is not ordered, and this applies not only to love. And she was right, as always. 

That morning, Diego and Veruca were walking through the park. It was Saturday, the lazy, restful city was slowly waking up, the pale golden sun streaming down on the ground, drenching the smooth snow with a mother-of-pearl sheen. The sky was so bright and blue, so clear, as if it was a freshly washed window. Icy drops hung from the trees, snow-covered branches intertwined in intricate patterns; somewhere between them, bullfinches hopped about.

Veruca warmed her hands on her cup of hot chocolate and thought about something. Diego looked at her sideways. He rarely understood what she was thinking, but he just liked to look at her. Veruca was beautiful. And not just beautiful, but her own kind of beautiful, different from others. Diego especially liked her eyes — pale green, with thick lashes, serious and a little sly. Only special people have eyes like that.

"What are you thinking?" Diego asked, putting his arm around Veruca. A little girl ran past them, followed by a laughing man and a woman, presumably her parents. Veruca shook her head. "You will be surprised."

"Oh, come on."

"Seriously," Veruca smiled. "I'm not really thinking about anything that special. It's just... you know, I'm thinking about a sweater." and she laughed. Diego's brows went up: "About a sweater? Very thoughtful, Lady McQuaid. What led you to such an unusual thought that not every creature of our mortal world thinks about, may I ask?"

Veruca laughed and poked him in the shoulder, nearly spilling her cocoa. They walked on, hugging each other, and looked at the happy people, well-fed, rested, looking forward to the approaching Christmas, whose spirit crept like an invisible haze through Bristol, hiding behind the twinkling garlands, in the fluffy  tree branches, in the aroma of fresh pastries from the street cafe around the corner. Diego felt happy: he was home, safe, surrounded by friends and the girl he loved. R is no longer there. What else does a peaceful person need for complete happiness? Nothing for him.

Veruca, on the other hand, didn't seem to agree with him.

From that day on, Veruca was not herself. The very next morning, after spending the night with him, she began to search through all the remaining Burberry and I-Wardrobe catalogues in the house with obsessive zeal, looking for something on the glossy pages. These magazines were left in Diego's apartment from the previous owner, and he was not very interested in them, but they added a certain charm to the atmosphere of a creatively bright and cozy apartment.

Veruca had never paid much attention to them before, preferring to chat with him at breakfast or read one of her favorite books, but that morning, after making coffee and cheese toast, Diego noticed that his girlfriend was quickly flipping through the pages of magazines, swallowing their contents along with toasted bread and stringy cheese. It was a surprise to him.

"Hey, Ruca?" Diego laughed nervously. She was so familiar, in his shirt, sitting cross-legged on a chair and chewing on her toast. They liked to eat something unhealthy for breakfast, and for lunch they were content with soup or salad. "Did you want a sweater for Christmas? I was planning on giving you something more interesting."

Veruca looked up at him thoughtfully. "Nah," she smiled a little distantly, as if her thoughts were somewhere out there, far away from the apartment. "It's not for me. It doesn't matter," she put down her magazine and began to talk about how it would be nice to go and visit Coby before Christmas, but the wistful look in her eyes, which still clouded Veruca's gaze, did not disappear.

Sweaters seem to have become Veruca's favorite theme. Now not only Diego, but also Carson, and Tulip, and Penny, and in general absolutely everyone heard some strange questions like: "What style of sweater do you like the most?" or "What color sweater would you wear for the Christmas holiday?"

Penny rightly pointed out that she wouldn't have worn a sweater at all, but would have chosen a dress, and Veruca didn't talk to her for the rest of the day. Once, Talbott glanced sideways at Veruca, who had gotten to Chiara with questions about the warmest sweaters, and pinched his temple in annoyance. On any other day, Diego would have just shut him up — this guy and his girlfriend often annoyed him, but now he just shrugged. Talbott sighed and shook his head in understanding.

Sweaters. Sweaters. Sweaters. Diego didn't understand why Veruca wanted to do this, but in the end he thought that maybe she was looking for a Christmas present for him, her boyfriend. He didn't get a very clear answer from Veruca, but the realization that she was so determined to find him a suitable gift was very flattering to Diego. So maybe he should just wait a little while, and at Christmas Veruca would explain everything to him and give him the best sweater he could get for Christmas.

And he should just wait patiently.

Christmas morning greeted Diego with the smell of pancakes and syrup, the scent of a wreath of mistletoe hanging on the door, and the pale sun flooding the spacious room with a timid light. Diego stretched in bed, remembered it was Christmas, opened his eyes, and heard Veruca singing softly from the kitchen. He almost fell out of bed as he pulled out the box of perfume and the Katrina Richmoney pendant he'd bought just two days ago, knowing that Veruca wanted it so badly, and prepared to give it to her as soon as she came in. But Veruca still didn't come back from the kitchen, and Diego fought down his reluctance to get out of the warm bed, but he got up and went to the kitchen.

Veruca danced by the stove to Dancing Queen, dressed in her favorite niffler pajamas, her hair pulled back in a messy braid, surprisingly deftly turning over thin, crispy, fried pancakes that smelled so good that Diego's stomach rumbled. He came up behind her and purred in a catlike voice, "Good morning, my Christmas fairy."

"Oh!" Veruca jumped, and the pancake fell back into the pan. "Good morning, pretty boy." She quickly turned off the stove, turned to Diego, and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. Diego broke into a satisfied smile. "What are you... oh!"

He pulled from behind his back a cream-colored rectangular box tied with a thin lemon ribbon, with an ornate inscription that read: 'Katrina Richmoney: J&P.' Veruca stared at him blankly for a few seconds, as if seeing him for the first time, and her eyes flashed with an emotional swirl of shock, joy, disbelief and gratitude, she then threw her arms around his neck in joyful delight: "Diego, thank you! Oh thank you, thank you-" she took the box from him, untied the ribbon with a few deft movements, opened the lid, and sighed with delight when she saw a pendant with a shimmering light green stone in the shape of a letter V and a bottle in the shape of a seashell filled with a pleasant-smelling liquid. 

"Oh, that's so sweet!" she smiled slyly. "Will you put it on for me?"

Diego obeyed without question. The pendant fit perfectly around her neck and shaded her eyes beautifully. Veruca immediately tried out the perfume that smelled of cloves, and was completely delighted. 

Diego liked to see her smile. Because of Coby, R, Rakepick, and the Cursed Vaults, she'd forgotten about the emotion of joy for a while, and she didn't smile, so he was acutely aware of her every joy as his own. Diego just wanted Veruca to be happy. Maybe that was why she smiled and laughed and just enjoyed life more because it mattered to him how she felt.

"Where's my present?" Diego moved closer to Veruca and almost pressed her against the countertop. She smelled of syrup and pancake batter. He wanted to surprise her by telling her that he already knew all about the sweater, because even a blind man would have noticed her obsession, but he decided to tell her after she handed him her present. No need to spoil the surprise.

"Do you want it?" Veruca asked playfully.

"Well, can you be my present, hmm? I was just dreaming that I got something sweet for Christmas. I think it's you. Or pancakes."

"Silly cute boy," Veruca laughed softly. Then she twisted around with a grin. "I'll go get your present."

"Of course, my love," Diego gave her his most charming grin, and she went into the other room while he started on the pancakes. Although Veruca had never been much of a cook, today's breakfast was so delicious that when she returned, Diego had eaten almost half of the pancakes and washed them down with a glass of milk.

Veruca returned with a surprisingly small box, and Diego was surprised to see that it was not the sweater she had been raving about for the past two weeks, but a white box with the inscription WizWatch — one of the most popular and expensive brands of wristwatches. The latest model.

Diego had often seen it in shop windows, but he never thought he'd get one from his girlfriend. It was, perhaps, very pleasant, and he could not even find the words to look at the gift that Veruca handed him with an expectant smile, but there was one question that still haunted him, despite the fact that the watch was his long-standing wish.

"Oh, that's just awesome!" he quickly opened the box. The watch glittered like a brand-new galleon with its smooth black dial and almost begged to be worn on his wrist. "Damn, babe, I've been dreaming about this watch since summer!"

"I know," Veruca said, smiling contentedly as they headed back to their room. Diego stared at the clock for a long time, and Veruca kept turning in front of the mirror, watching the pale green pendant shimmer in the timid sunlight. Diego stared at her, homely and comfortable, and finally decided to ask a question that might break their morning idyll, but the answer was too important. He cleared his throat, walked over to Veruca, wrapped his fingers around her shoulders, and murmured, "And that famous sweater you were obsessed with? Was it for me?"

Veruca looked up at him. For a few seconds, she looked as if the mirror reflected not her boyfriend, but some strange person, and an idiot. Then she burst out laughing.

Diego, not understanding, even stepped back. Veruca laughed, she laughed so hard that tears came out of her eyes, and he stood there, not understanding what was happening, and he felt like a complete idiot: why the hell was she laughing? Veruca, on the other hand, could not calm down her burst into such infectious laughter that in the end Diego himself began to laugh nervously, still not fully aware of what he was laughing at. More precisely, without even realizing what he was laughing at. But his girlfriend clearly understood everything and finally just fell on the bed, bending over with laughter. When she stopped, she looked at Diego and groaned: "The sweater... wasn't... for you."

"I've already guessed," he said, still smiling, but now in a jealous tone. Not him. Then who? Coby, one of their mutual friends? "Who then?" Veruca gave another stifled laugh, wiped away a tear, "Gambat."

Diego just stared at her for a few seconds  with the most stony expression on his face. "What?" he asked. Really, what?

"Gambat," said Veruca. "You know, my bat. Here, take a look." she pointed to the ceiling. Diego looked up and saw Gambat, Veruca's pet. He was hanging from the ceiling in a tiny green sweater with white Christmas trees and a red deer. Suddenly, two emotions seized him by the throat: amusement at his own stupidity and jealousy. Of course, it's strange to be jealous of your girlfriend's pet, but... yes, he was. Veruca must have sensed it, because she held out her hand to him and said: "You're offended."

"Nothing like that," Diego said. Veruca got up, walked over to him, stood on her tiptoes, and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him. The world swayed and seemed to be rapidly slipping away from under his feet. "I love you," Veruca said, smiling slyly. "You're a jealous fool, Diego Caplan, but I still love you. Merry Christmas."

"And you're crazy and incomprehensible, Veruca McQuaid, but I still love you, too," Diego grinned. "Merry Christmas," he said, and pulled her into a giddy kiss as they both giggled. 

Gambat, who was watching them from the ceiling, gave a barely audible snort and covered himself with his wings for show, but continued to watch the couple from his hiding place and cheerfully glittered with black transparent, cunning, beadlike eyes.

Merry Christmas, sweet couple!

ik uve gotten a lot of asks for this but i just reread battlecry for what i Believe is the 7th time and i just. 😭😭 you said we’re never getting a sequel but can i get a crumb😭😭 a single sentence about what happens after, ANYTHING 😭😭😭 spare content maam, spare content?? will she and jaem have a falling out.... will she and JENO have a falling out...... how will her parents react.... would jeno feel too guilty and give her up, despite what she wants...... the possibilities.... r endless....

omg wait just realized i might have sounded a bit pushy or just. Annoying and kinda rude in general in the last ask IM SORRY THATS 110% NOT MY INTENTION

no dw bb you’re okay!! this ask honestly made me laugh ashfisjf and yes there are so many possibilities!!! I guess I can give you insight into one of them,, perhaps. it’s been so long though so I apologize if it’s disapointing. tw: light gore, mentions of torture, pretty dark. kinda just real sad in the beginning. here’s battlecry for those who haven’t read it. also, the song this is named after is really good and I recommend it!!

when the bones are good;

“Wretched boy,” whip, “wretched, cursed boy,” whip, “you’re a devil! You bring ruin to my family!”

One would think that after weeks of this, Jeno would be used to the blinding pain of a horse whip at his back. The first few hits reopen old wounds, ones that burn against rough fabric and heavy metal and the sweat of a day’s work protecting the kingdom. It just gets worse the longer they go on, until he’s crying into his bindings, wishing the saltwater would melt away the rope and he could try to run. He tried so many a time before. What made him think he had a better chance this time? Or the next? Or the next? Because there would always be a next.

Jeno no longer pleads. He takes the punishment in stride, hoping to the gods that have abandoned him to at least spare him a moment of ignorant bliss. No pain. 

Whip!

A choked sob leaves his throat and by some miraculous mercy, the whip hits him no more after that. He slumps against the disgusting chamber floors that are covered in the remains and innards of everyone who has met their fate here. Traitors, thieves, murderers, him. 

He is only held up by his tied up hands, keeping him from laying fully on the ground, suspending him in the air because his legs are too weak to do anything but give out. He’s lucky to still have his trousers, for his shirt is all torn to shreds in a corner of the chamber somewhere, so the cold stings against his bleeding wounds relentlessly. He huffs and puffs and with each breath, a cloud of vapor follows. It’s going to be freezing tonight. They may as well just kill him here.

Jeno can hear the king’s footsteps but he doesn’t dare open his eyes or look over his shoulder. He doesn’t get a choice though, when the king spins him around harshly and his back is pressed up against the jagged stone wall. He cries out again, being met by a sharp slap to the face. Jeno is silent at once. “Why I ever showed mercy to that abhorrent wench of a mother you have, I will never know. I should have killed both her and you that night and you know it.”

Jeno nods, knowing that if he refuses to respond he’ll just get hurt more. He’d really like to go to sleep now. 

“To think,” the king spits in Jeno’s face, “I gave a bastard peasant boy a place to sleep, food to eat, a place as close to my dearest jewel no man but me will ever have… and you had the audacity to come here in your mother’s name, knowing full well what I’d do to you if I found out. The very arrogance you have, walking these palace grounds for so long, plotting my demise… I ought to hang you in the square where everyone can see you for the treacherous demon you are.”

Jeno could imagine it. The townspeople taking turns to spit on him, calling him a devil child, sentencing him to death beside his mother. He hadn’t seen her since the day she laid the curse on you, the day he’d been found out by the king for his relation to the witch. That was the day the torture started, and if it wasn’t for how suspicious his sudden disappearance would be, Jeno would already be dead by now. 

Things were stiff now that all eyes were on the king. He couldn’t easily dispose of the witch’s spawn like he’d been doing to the others like him for the last few decades, lest the uprisings really take flight. For now, he’d have to wait until the excitement cooled down, and then…

“Leave him here. Hopefully the night will kill him before I have to. I’m far too exhausted to exert the effort.” Jeno hears the king’s voice as he stands and walks out of the cell, followed by the clang of the door slamming shut. It leaves a ringing in his ears that makes him whimper. He, too, hoped the night would kill him first. He couldn’t bear to see your face after your father no doubt fed you some lies about him being the reason for your curse in the first place. The hate you’d harbor for him as he made his way to be executed… he didn’t dare to imagine it.

Where was home?

With his mother? The witch who’d bred him to be her revenge, abandoning the just cause of protecting her coven and avenging her fallen witches in order to spill the king’s blood? The witch who sent him as an agent, meant to orchestrate her plan in slaughtering the royal family for their continued persecution of witches? The witch whose magic sizzled in his veins? The witch who abandoned him the moment he’d confessed “I’m in love”? 

Or was it with you before all this happened? The golden summer days of adolescence where the two of you were just children in love, and there was no curse, and there was no Jaemin, and the king and queen still thought of him as good? With you, the loving princess who didn’t emulate a single ounce of her father’s true nature?

Or was it in the night, when sparks of forbidden energy flowed through his fingertips and created images of a life where Jeno was happy and safe? Was it in the comfort of his “dark” magic, the very thing he kept hidden to save his life?

Home was… it was a rocking carriage. 

Jeno bolts upright and instantly regrets it when his back protests, making him cry in agony. He doesn’t know where he is, only that he’s moving, like he’s being carried somewhere. A hand on his cheek makes him alert to his surroundings at once.

It’s quiet and dark and there’s a hooded figure staring down at him. A familiar voice coos at him, “Please be careful… your wounds only just stopped bleeding.”

It’s you. You’re there. He can feel warmth wrapped around his body and he looks down to see bandages curled tight around his ribs and chest. A loose, peasant’s shirt is hanging off his body but it’s still thick enough to keep him warm, and then there’s a blanket hanging off his shoulders too. 

There’s a small lantern in your hands that lights up your sweet face. Jeno so badly wants to kiss you again. Instead, he blinks back his overwhelming love and asks the burning question on his mind, “Where are we?”

Your hand flutters from his cheek, leaving the boy whining softly in the loss of contact, but it’s only to help readjust his blanket. “The woods. We’re headed for the Na Kingdom.”

A hand much different from your own touches his shoulder, and before Jeno can react the way he’s been bred to, there’s a another blanket being draped over him. Jeno chances a look over his other shoulder and finds another hooded figure, and though the light scarcely meets his face, the features are apparent. 

Jaemin’s lips are pulled tight in a small frown, but he cannot hide the softness in his eyes when Jeno meets them. “It will be a long journey, and we will have to stop a few times for supplies and such. It’ll be trouble trying to smuggle so many people out of the kingdom after the ordeal.”

“I like our odds,” you perk up from beside Jeno, leaning in close to him to provide some warmth, “Renjun knows this land like the back of his hand, and Mark’s been working on cloaking spells for months now.”

It’s only then that Jeno recognizes a sleeping figure at the far end of the carriage, a boy curled up in some hay and sleeping peacefully, no doubt the court mage he’d been watching monitor you for weeks. He could only then assume that Renjun was leading the carriage from outside. His mind, putting things together slowly but surely, wonders how you’d both convinced them to come with you. “Did something happen…? Did your father threaten your life?” 

“He might as well have.” Your voice hardens, but it’s not directed at him. No, your anger is saved solely for the man who raised you, “To beat you… to dare lay his hands on you the way he did… he might as well have done the same to me. It hurts me just the same.”

You were doing this for him. 

Jaemin shuffles a little closer at his other side, adding even more warmth to the freezing boy, “…you have been my friend these past few weeks and I could not ask for more kindness from you even if I was that selfish,” Jeno shudders, unable to comprehend, “what happened… we can discuss at a later time. Right now, your safety and the safety of your people is all that matters to me. We cannot let the king get away with his atrocities. When we get home, I’ll see to it that the treaty is ended and that my father rights her father’s wrongs. I promise that all witches will be safe.”

Jaemin was doing this for him. Why would anyone…?

“That’s right. Jaemin’s kingdom is safe for all. We will make this right, Jeno.” You place a soft kiss to his forehead, enveloping the boy in a hug so tight but so loving that he can ignore the pain for now.

With one hand on your arm, Jeno places the other on Jaemin’s, shocking the prince, “Your highness, I swear to you my life. I will protect both you and (Y/N) even if it kills me.”

The small frown on Jaemin’s lips wavers some at that. Jeno can’t tell what it means, only that he hates seeing the prince look so pained. He’d gotten used to the smiles and laughter. He hated knowing he was the reason for its absence. He would do anything he could to fix-

Jeno is startled when the prince suddenly collapses into his side in a fit of soft crying, tears rushing out of his eyes so fast that the shoulder of Jeno’s blanket is soaked in seconds. The prince has wrapped himself tight around the knight, tight like you, and yet again, the pain is bearable. “You’re an idiot, Jeno,” Jaemin swears through gritted teeth, “don’t talk to me like a knight. Talk to me like you talk to (Y/N). Talk to me like I mean something to you. I care about you.”

You, too, are sniffling into Jeno’s opposite shoulder, rubbing at his arms to fight against the night air.

It’s strange. “I… care about you, too. I’m sorry.” He says and you lay down like that, fall asleep like that. It’s so, so strange. This feels pretty close to a home.

NSFW Alphabet : Kylo Ren Edition

– This is the Kylo Ren Edition of my NSFW Alphabet series! If you have any suggestions for who you’d like me to make one for next feel free to send me an ask, and if you’d like to be added to the tag list for Emma Roberts’ characters, let me know! If you’re unaware of the concept, NSFW alphabet is an unpacking of a person/character’s sex life, and it’s a small paragraph for each letter describing your personal head canons about them. Please like, reblog, and share if you enjoy it.

Warning(s): smut, cum, this is all about sex so…

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A - Aftercare

Kylo is as affectionate as he is aggressive, when it comes to you. Aftercare is a simple thing for the two of you, most of the time. He knows that you like to shower with him before bed and fall asleep wrapped up in his bare arms, with your face buried in his neck. He’s especially careful with you after a particularly rough night together, making sure to caress every inch of your skin with a feather light touch while he takes care to wash you in the shower, brushing his fingers gently through your hair and over your skin in small, rhythmic motions while you fall asleep on top of him, taking solace in the sound of your small puffs of breath against him.

B - Body Part

Kylo loves your hands. They’re tiny and fragile compared to his rough, calloused ones and he loves to hold them, stroke them, kiss them, etc. He particularly loves how they look when you’re asleep with one arm resting across his abdomen and your arm slightly bent so one hand rests curled against him, so small and delicate against his broad, muscular chest. He also thinks it’s kind of adorable when you’re stroking his cock and you can barely touch your thumb to your other fingers around him.

C - C*m

Kylo likes to release onto your tummy, watching you writhe underneath him and squirm at the warm liquid coating your skin. He never leaves you like that long, though, as he always wants you to be comfortable and doesn’t find joy in that kind of degradation for very long at a time.

D - Dirty Secret

Kylo is big into the predator/prey dynamic in the bedroom and he wants to introduce it to you in a way that doesn’t necessarily devolve into your regular sub/dom routine. He’s not into animal play but he does like the idea of resistance (ironically enough) and sort of earning his way to you.

E - Experience

Kylo isn’t super experienced, but he’s naturally intuitive when it comes to your body and his and how they fit together. He’s been with a few other people, and had the chance to explore a lot of his interests with them, but he’s been more open to the intimacy involved with a sexual relationship now that he’s with you.

F - Favorite Position

Kylo loves any position where one of you is in complete control. It depends on the mood of the night, whether you’re submissive or dominant, but if one of you is clearly in charge of the evening, he likes to keep that person physically in control because it adds to the immersion of the dynamic. He’s more often than not the dominant in your relationship, but when you want to take control he really embraces it and tries to support you by keeping you physically dominant over him, even if he needs to hold you up.

G - Goofy

Giggles happen between you and Kylo, but rarely. Things are fairly smooth when you’re having sex, so there’s not a lot of awkward situations that prompt one or both of you to react with humor.

H - Hair

Both of you take it upon yourselves to stay well groomed and fresh, because both of you kind of have a thing about hygiene. Maybe you didn’t before you two got together, but Kylo’s incessant neatness and order kind of seeped into your routine and now it’s a priority. You mainly do it because he likes it, and he mainly does it for his own comfort. Those pants are tight.

I - Intimacy

Kylo’s intimacy with you didn’t come naturally. He was cold and unavailable at first, but opened up at his own pace and eventually the warmth was welcomed by him. The same evolution occurred parallel with your sex life. Things at one point were routinely rough, cold, and to the point, but now he takes his time, praises you, and holds you close afterward. He makes sure that not only are you sexually satisfied, but you’re fed, clean, happy, and entertained. It took a long time to develop but it happened.

J - Jack Off

Kylo has a lot of pent up emotion and anger, and he usually channels it into his work or into just.. destroying things. He’s found over time, however, that the stress relief he feels when he gets himself off is far more effective, both in effectiveness and cost of replacing equipment. It’s not necessarily something he looks forward to because of the orgasm, but because he knows it will release the tension in his muscles and his mind and just give him some reprieve from his constant stream of thoughts and responsibilities.

K - Kink

He’s always been a little partial to roughness in the bedroom, but Kylo particularly loves restraining you, whether partially or completely, and then being torturously slow and gentle to the point where you’re begging him and whining and writhing for him to do anything. He also loves when you give him a little shit, like “Kylo, I’m busy, we can do this later” when he knows you’re absolutely on your own time and that you want him just as much as he wants you.

L - Location

Kylo will fuck you pretty much anywhere on Starkiller Base, including before the eyes of his subordinates. However, it completely depends on your comfort. He’s happy to get his hands on you, even if it’s confined within walls of your shared bedroom. He knows you like your privacy and intimacy, and he respects that. If you’re in the mood to get a little risky, though, he’s always right there with you.

M - Motivation

Kylo is almost always either annoyed, angry, or sad, and those are by far the easiest to convert into sexual energy. You’re an expert at this maneuver, and you’re usually the one who instigates sex because you are so good at flipping that switch. If he’s depressed, you’re gentle around him, loving, and that makes him want to give you pleasure because you’re just so goddamn precious to him and you make his life worth living. If he’s annoyed, you’re the first one to escalate it to the point where he’s full on snippy and you turn it into the kind of cat-and-mouse game you two enjoy so much. If he’s seething, murderous, etc., you tend to either ask him to take it out on you, you know, rough you up a little, throw you around, be a bit rougher than usual, or you calm him down and take control, straddling his lap and getting in a quick, tiring round that makes the tension flood from his body.

N - No

Kylo doesn’t have a lot of hard limits to your sexual endeavors, but he refuses to degrade you. He has so much respect for you that he can’t imagine even pretending that you’re below him. He truly believes that you’re a goddess that was given to him to love, and he doesn’t like the idea of that kind of dynamic being introduced. He’ll do subtle degradation, though, especially in more sub/dom situations, like mocking your desperation for him.

O - Oral

Kylo has a huge thing for having his hair tugged at, and there’s no better position for that than being buried between your soft, smooth legs. He loves to hear your unrestrained cries and screams and desperate panting. It’s the act that makes him feel he’s most in control, and he always likes to make sure you have at least two orgasms in a night, so this usually triggers the first one.

P - Pace

It really depends on the mood. Kylo has a tendency to be somewhat gentle with you, no matter the tone of your night, even if he’s throwing you around like a doll, he’s always careful to make sure you’re still comfortable. Kylo generally takes his time, unless he’s unable to, like if you two are sneaking in a quickie between two other events. If he’s going really rough on you, he still likes to drag it out, and if he’s worshipping you, he really, really savors it.

Q - Quickie

Not huge in your relationship, surprisingly enough. He’s the master of the castle, so there’s nothing he can’t push off in favor of spending time with you, so you two typically get to take your time. However, on really busy days where you both can’t spare two seconds, a quickie isn’t unheard of.

R - Risk

Since Kylo’s in charge of the First Order, there’s really no risk in you two bringing your sex life outside the bedroom, however, it’s fun to pretend there is because you don’t actually have to worry. Sometimes you just really need him and you two have a slow, sloppy make out session while he’s sitting on his throne and being addressed by different subordinates periodically. Sometimes it… escalates.

S - Stamina

Kylo has steadily built up his stamina over time and he can usually go once or twice in a night, but he also loves to drag out a night with you. Literally fuck you all. night. long. So, he has a lot of time to recover between the times when he’s inside you.

T - Toys

Not a huge thing on Starkiller Base, but he does use the force on you frequently and his lightsaber has seen some interesting places.

U - Unfair

Kylo doesn’t tease you very much, or at least not on purpose. He knows you find his uniform very sexy and that you love watching him work and boss around people like Hux, but your neediness in relation to these things is somewhat out of his control. He does make sure to take advantage of it, though.

V - Volume

Kylo mostly expresses his pleasure in low growls or groans, being especially loud when you go down on him. He likes to let you know you’re making him feel good, so he’s not shy with his noises of praise. Though, he loves to hear the whimpers and moans falling from your lips more than anything, so he restrains his own voice most of the time so he doesn’t drown them out.

W - Wildcard

Kylo loves when you help him train, especially because you two usually end up on the mat in a more… intimate position than most combat partners do. Oh, and he loves fucking you when you’re wearing his shirts.

X - X - Ray

Kylo is well-endowed. No doubt. His size took a while for you to adjust to, and it was a few times with him before you could actually take all of him at once, so needless to say, he’s impressive. Pretty looking, too.

Y - Yearning

It’s very, very uncommon for Kylo to reject your advances, and it’s rare that a night ends without one or both of you having an orgasm. Sex is just an organic part of your routine that neither of you really grow tired of, so yeah you’re both pretty horny for each other all the time.

Z - Zzzzz…

`Kylo falls asleep almost immediately after sex, especially on a rougher night. He always pulls you close and makes sure you’re clean and comfortable, first, and usually you shower together before passing out in bed in the warmth of each other’s embrace.

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Okay *cracks knuckles* let’s go! F, M, and S have already been taken from this list, so feel free to send in... B, C, D, or H, I guess. Yeehaw. This is really fucking long.

A: How did you come up with the title to [TMWCIFTC]? -- It started, as many things do, as a bad pun. The novel The Spy who Came In from the Cold was a cold-war spy thriller, about a British spy who goes over to East Germany as an apparent defect, except he’s actually there to spread misinformation and fuck shit up. He falls in love, becomes disillusioned with his superiors, and is shot dead over the corpse of his lover after climbing over to the east side of the wall. Needless to say, this is nowhere close to what happens in TMWCIFTC. I chose it early on because of the literal meaning: there’s a moth(man), he’s coming in from the cold WV weather, boom shaka laka, we have a title. Over time, though, it’s evolved into another meaning. Indrid himself is coming in from an isolated, lonely existence: he’s rejoining the family that cut ties with him, he’s in love, he’s warm and safe. The moth sure did come in from the cold, and hopefully he stays that way.

E: If you wrote a sequel to [TMWCIFTC], what would it be about? -- Hm. Considering my entire TAZ fic career is a tangled hairball of sequels and prequels, I kind of have this base covered. At the moment, TCOS - aka The Children of Sylvain, the sequel to TMWCIFTC - is about three things: a Pine Guard road trip race against time and the feds, the Spanish Sylvan Inquisition That Nobody Expected (least of all Jake and Hollis, who have to set aside their differences and past conflicts to save Kepler - and who knows, maybe they’ll fall in love along the way), and Alexandra the Interpreter getting woke to Sylvan politics and doing what she can from the inside to change them. In other words, it’s going to be a massive sequel that is the finale of the Amnesty alternate universe I’ve created. It’s this series’ Endgame. (That reminds me, I need an actual title for this collection of stories I’m writing. The “Tin Cinematic Universe” doesn’t quite have the ring to it that I’d like.)

G: Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order? -- eh, it kind of depends. It’s like a buffering bar on Youtube videos. I outline what I can until I run out of ideas, then start writing, then add outlines to the end, until the outline is complete and I just have to keep writing.

I: Do you have a guilty pleasure in fic (reading or writing)? -- I don’t have one for reading, but for writing, I fucking love structuring chapters around songs. Classical or otherwise, I love music. All my stories play in my head like a movie screen, and I just do my best to describe what I’m seeing in my head with an accompanying score. It’s not so much a guilty pleasure as it is a writing process. Frankly, I don’t think I actually have a guilty pleasure; the act of writing itself is all the happiness I need.

J: Write or describe an alternative ending to [insert fic]. -- An alternate ending for The Devil Went Down To Georgia would be... interesting. It ended with Boyd-as-Jersey-Devil scaring the pants off some poor broke college kid, who stole his worthless fiddle; then he changed back, and he and Ned went on their merry way to go break into Aubrey’s house and send everything down the drain. If there was one thing that I could change in there, it would be how fast Ned ran. If he ran a little faster, he would have seen the alley; he would have witnessed Boyd turning into the Jersey Devil, or at least turning back into himself; and he’d get a very rude awakening as to what Sylvans are and that his partner (in crime, and everything that mattered) was a fucking cryptid. God, that’d be a fun AU to write. Who knows, I might go do that someday.

K: What’s the angstiest idea you’ve ever come up with? -- At the moment, the only angsty idea that I’m actually conceptualizing is a Hollis/Jake angsty breakup for TSG. (Spoilers, I guess.) I once wrote a very grimdark ending to TMWCIFTC where everyone fell through the ice and drowned. It wasn’t fun. I’ve also mentally killed off each Amnesty protagonist and NPC in various ways, but I never felt comfortable writing them down. I only write angst with a happy ending because those are the kinds of stories I need to hear.

L: How many times do you usually revise your fic/chapter before posting? -- 9 times out of 10, I just throw it into the void. I write as much as I can in big chunks, and then kind of hope for the best. TMWCIFTC, for example, is a completely unedited, unbetaed vomit draft. I usually do a quick reread of my oneshots to catch grammar and spelling errors, but other than that I just trust myself that it’s fine.

N: Is there a fic you wish someone else would write (or finish) for you? -- Can I get some kind of resolution for To the Edge of Night? Can I please get some kind of resolution for To the Edge of Night??? I was 14 chapters into that bastard before I a) became a more casual MCU fan and b) discovered TAZ. It was such a niche fic with such a niche structure - LOTR as galactic Asgardian propaganda to cover up Odin’s mistakes - that at some point I lost interest in it. I just saw Endgame though, so now I might get some inspiration for stuff to bastardize.

O: How do you begin a story–with the plot, or the characters? -- Characters. When coming up with character backstories, I can usually find ways to slot their lives together that necessitate a plot. I love character-driven stories, where their actions actually do shit and their words actually mean something, in favor of getting dragged along behind the plot like tin cans behind a car.

P: Are you what George R. R. Martin would call an “architect” or a “gardener”? (How much do you plan in advance, versus letting the story unfold as you go?) -- I’m definitely an architect, but in a really messy way. My friends can attest that I do an insane amount of planning for each story - often in their DMs, sorry about that, Fae, Cro, Indy and Aline 😬 - and all that usually ends up in a stream-of-consciousness rant outline on Google Drive. Knowing where the story is going helps me a lot, but the planning I do is definitely just building flower beds in which to sow seeds. Or building a greenhouse. I plan the bare bones of a story, and things get really wild within it, but it does follow a logical plot structure.

Q: How do you feel about collaborations? -- I have a lot of respect for the people who can successfully pull it off, but idk if i’d ever want to do one myself. I get really possessive of my stories and ideas and like to be the one in charge of their execution. That being said, some collabs have produced amazing stories. I don’t mind reading collab fics, but actually being in a collab grates on me more than it should.

R: Are there any writers (fanfic or otherwise) you consider an influence? -- I’m definitely influenced heavily by Neil Gaiman. I read American Gods and Good Omens a lot while I was trying to write TMWCIFTC; not only was it a good brain break, but I was able to pick up a lot of tips on scene pacing, concise yet expressive language, and character interactions. My creative wriitng professors have always told us to read so we know what to steal - not in terms of content, but in execution. 

On the fanfic side, @miamaroo is a huge inspiration for me. I’ve been reading Northern Migration a lot recently, and I love how its canon divergence is so worldshaking and so complex, but is still familiar in nostalgic yet terrifying ways. I read it back in October, went, “Huh, I wanna do something that wild. And if miamaroo can do it then I sure as fuck can too,” and I started planning TMWCIFTC during that one month dead zone the McElroys took last year. Northern Migration is one of the best, most coherent, most stunning, and most incredibly written TAZ Balance AUs I’ve ever read, and if I hadn’t read it, I wouldn’t have been inspired to take the fuckall huge plunge into TMWCIFTC.

S: Any fandom tropes you can’t resist? -- Bed sharing and cuddling, hand kissing, wrist kissing, whump, sympathetic villains. Canon divergent AUs are my absolute favorite things to both read and write. Anything that would turn me into Charlie Kelly slamming his finger on a bulletin board screaming, “CAROL,” is a fic I would give my life for. 

T: Any fandom tropes you can’t stand? -- Not a fan of a) woobification and b) flat villain characterization, to the point where the story is riding on villain tropes instead of an actual person or plot. Character nuance is always something I look for when I read. I don’t usually get bitter about tropes, though; some stuff, when subverted, works really well. I fully subscribe to don’t like, don’t read, don’t write, which is why I don’t write anything that warrants AO3 content warning tags or an Explicit rating, in favor of focusing on plot. Every author has a reason for what they write and how - be it their level of experience, personal preference, or simply the joy of writing something and getting it out there - and I respect that. Within reason, of course.

U: Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much. -- 

@miamaroo, for reasons I’ve already discussed. My favorite TAZ Balance author hands down. Read Northern Migration and give it the love it deserves, or I’m replacing all the faucets in your house with silly straws.

@transagentstern. Fae has a bunch of absolutely incredible fics and an amazing grasp on characterization. We come from the same place with AUs, in that canon is but the bare planks on which we put the drywall of our plot an characterization. They structure AUs and character backstories from the ground up in believable and emotionally raw ways. Also they have great music taste. I especially like their interpretation of Indrid in Moth to the Flame; he, like all the other characters in the story, is far from perfect, and his character arc is explored in relatable ways that I love to read. 

@keplersheetz. Aline - theneonpineapple on AO3 - researches like a motherfucker and has a wealth of knowledge/experience/viewpoints to draw on, making author-author interactions with her an absolute delight. She’s also doing the lord’s work with rarepairs. Spin a wheel, find a ship, and she’s probably written for it or at least conceptualized it. Reading her character studies and stories of the old Pine Guard - aka Mama’s original crew, before the current PCs joined - is always a delight. I’ve also hashed out a lot of details for The Children of Sylvain, especially for Mr. Boyd Mosche, guilt-wracked Jersey Devil extraordinaire, with her help. 

V: If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose? -- Not gonna lie, I’m fine with a lot of stuff that’s out there right now. It’s been a hot few months since I’ve actually stopped to read fic, but from what I recall, most of the fics I’ve read have done a good job of keeping things intact.

W: Do you like more general prompts, or more specific ones? -- The vaguer, the better. With really specific prompts, it usually feels as if the story’s been written for me already; with vague, general prompts, I have more agency to explore my own ideas. Some accompanying detail is usually nice, though. For example, the coffee shop/college/flower shop AUs that @transagentstern​ wrote are my ideal prompt for drabbles: premise, a little bit of open-ended detail, clear explanation of what’s going to happen while leaving the rest up to the imagination. Good stuff. If it’s for a long-form piece, though, I prefer full agency, or even just some time to lie facedown in the dirt and wait for an idea to strike me.

X: A character you enjoy making suffer. -- Yes.

Y: A character you want to protect. -- Tim.

Z: Major character death–do you ever write/read it? Is there a character whose death you can’t tolerate? -- I do read lots of major character death, yeah, though not always for TAZ. There’s something cathartic about seeing a character die, but sometimes it sits wrong with me in ways that I don’t like. As for writing, I’d rather kill a character for a reason rather than for shock value/for the Feels, though said Feels can accompany the reason. 

How about A to Z with Kouha? Thanks~

A = affection (how affectionate are they in day to day life? Do they show affection publicly or keep that more in private?)

Kouha is very affection day to day. He used to be less so, when he was more well known in the Kou Empire, but on Samon Island he has less regards for what others think. He gets defensive if his brothers comment on it though lol.

B = best memory (what is the best memory they have with you)

One of his most favorite videos with you was when he brought you to another city and he brought you to his favorite shop. He picked out different outfits for you to try on and he loved being able to style you. He thought you looked breathtaking.

C = cat or dog person (this is pretty obvious)

Hm.. either. He would enjoy a cat just because they’re small and do not require so much attention. But he wouldn’t mind having a smaller dog. It would always be with him though.

D = dreams (what do they want to do in life?)

Although the circumstances were different, he’s content with being on the Island. He enjoys the beach, the people, and most of all, his brothers are there with him.

E = evenings (how do they spend their evening? Do they go out? Do they read?)

Dinner with his family, cuddles with his s/o are good ways for him to end his day!! His day is busy and he just wants to relax while they run their fingers through his hair.

F = first date (what was it like?)

Kouha was more than spirited for his first date with his crush!! He brought them down to the beach and the ran along the shore with the water lightly lap at their feet.

G = giggle (what is their laugh like? What makes them laugh?)

his laugh is airy, soft and somewhat child-like. Its warm and infectious. You never know when he’ll laugh.. he’s unpredictable. He’ll remember a joke or of a time when Koumei tripped over his robe and totally ate sh*t.

H = hugs (do they like hug? What kind of hugs do the give?)

He really loves hugs. His hugs are so ambitious!! His hands roam your body while he holds you tight.

I = instrument (do they play an instrument?)

He never had the patience to learn an instrument, but he loves listening to others play!

J = joy (what brings them joy in life?)

His calm life is incomparable to when he was in the Empire. He loves the time he gets to spend helping Kouen or Koumei. Things aren’t so strict or harsh anymore.

K = kisses (what kind of kisser are they? Shy? Passionate?)

Kouha’s so unapologetically energetic with his kisses and affection. sometimes instead of making out, he’ll kiss them over and over and over again.

L = love (how do they act when they have a crush)

He’s bouncy and bubbly around his crush. He throws compliments at them, but they’re always laced with a tease. He’s affectionate from the start too. Linking his arm with theirs and resting his head on their shoulder

M = memory (what's their favourite memory?)

Kouha almost dropped to his knees the moment he saw Kouen step off the ship. Not before he fell into his arms though. He was so happy and thought he many never see him again. This is one of his favorite memories.

N = no (what is their pet peeve?)

His pet peeve is people making fun of him. He instantly wants to square up and show them how strong he is.

O = occupation (what's their dream job?)

He’s realized just how much he loves fishing and now he thinks he was to be a fisherman.

P = parent (what kind of parent would they be?)

Kouha is a caring and loving father. He never lets his kids forget that he loves them. He’s sometimes like another child to his s/o, but he tries his best to help!!

Q = questions (do they believe in the super natural? Aliens? Anything along those lines)

He believes and he used to be afraid of ghosts.

R = romantic (are they romantic during the relationship?)

Kouha isn’t conventionally romantic. He’ll lay his head in your lap and stare into your eyes. Almost like a staring contest, but you’ll lose because he’s channeling his love into you and you keep blinking.

S = smile (what makes them smile without

fail)

He can’t resist the smile of when he sees a well fed village. He likes helping them out and it gives him warmth seeing everyone come together.

T = together (how clingy are they? How long do you two spend together per day on average)

very clingy. When he’s busy, his mind is usually on the task but if he has nothing to do, he’s latched onto his s/o.

U = unbearable (what habit do they have that's unbearable?)

He used to hit his subordinates when he was irritated, so now he hits himself when he’s frustrated. He’ll drive his fist into his thigh. He bruises easily there :((

V = videos (do they take lots of videos or photos during your relationship?)

He would, but he often times forget to!!

W = wedding (what was the wedding like?)

It’s short and sweet!! most likely self proclaimed on the beach at 1am!! Who says papers documents made a marriage official. They signed their names into the sand and it was done!!

X = eXtra (what's an interesting fact about them that they don't tell anyone about?)

He doesn’t sleep with socks.. also underwear.... or anything. If it’s cold he might put his underwear back on.. his but gets cold.

Y = yuck (what do they hate? Could be a food, scent, word anything)

He gets bothered when he smells spicy foods and peppers. He overreacts and pretends to gag

Z = zzzz (how heavy of a sleeper are they? How do they sleep? What mood do they wake up in? Really any sleeping headcanons)

He’s a heavy sleeper. He sleeps on his belly and shifts a lot. He likes when his s/o holds him too!! If they can.. He might hit or kick a little.

A Common Enemy - The struggle

Previously…

When happiness extends its tendrils around a life, the smallest details are filled with joy, and a sense of infallibility accompanies every little action, every breath of air. Food tastes better, the feathers of the mattress suddenly become fluffier, the morning sun carries a newborn day filled with expectation and secret smiles. A feeling of belonging settles in the soul, translating awkwardness into acknowledgment, misplacement into acceptance.

A soul takes longer to heal than a body, and its subtleties are far more difficult to reach for a caring touch or a preoccupied gaze. Claire’s body had been healed, and her soul had been gradually carried along in the process. For weeks, her back had improved until wounds turned to scars and her strength was regained, enough to start helping Jenny with the farm chores, even more as her due day approached and her belly stood in the way of most physical tasks. Her English guest proved herself to be rather useful and obliging, always around her whenever she needed assistance and even before she had the time to ask for it. Her presence was a silent companionship and it gave Jenny the chance to examine her and obtain her own conclusions, instead of guiding herself by her clearly biased brother’s.

Under her watch, Claire drew herself as a thoughtful woman. Whenever they tended to the animals, she always made sure she had everything they were going to need nearby. She didn’t mind getting her hands dirty, but she had them back to perfect cleanness the minute they returned to the house. When one of the goats gave birth, she looked after the kid, made sure the mother was unharmed and didn’t seemed squeamish around the sight of blood and fluids. She even prepared a warm herbal bath to keep the animal safe from diseases, washing her while tenderly caressing her wool. Cooking was clearly not her strong suit, but when meal time was close, she’d always be around the kitchen, trying not to hinder Mrs. Crook’s and Jenny’s work, but providing them with all the cooperation she could. Several recipes were improved by her recommendations regarding the use of herbs, and Ian’s leg hadn’t been less sore since they could remember, thanks to her infusions and poultices.

Jenny felt protective of her younger brother. She had almost lost Jamie more times that she wanted to acknowledge, and having him back home was something she wasn’t ready to give up. Rescuing Claire hadn’t brought consequences yet, but whenever she’d leave the house, she stared at the road for a second, almost waiting for the redcoats to storm in and take him away. For her, it was a matter of time before that Randall captain would come to reclaim Claire, and probably kill Jamie in the meantime. He was a Scot, and without his laird’s permission, it would be hard for the English to arrest him without proof. But Claire wasn’t, and as comfortably as she had fallen into routine in the past weeks, she would always be an outlander. A sassenach, as she had heard her brother called her, at the mercy of the British authorities.

It didn’t took long for Jamie to realize how much he had missed being home. Helping Ian with the farm chores, cutting wood for the fireplaces, bringing water from the well for the baths and the kitchen, tending to the horses and looking into the ledgers hadn’t been his tasks for quite some time, and getting back into the pace of the manor felt like stepping into an old, worn leather boot. Some of the tenants got word of his arrival, and timidly began to visit him, carrying small presents and a welcoming smile. The young laird hadn’t been to Lallybroch for too long, and his presence was appreciated by all his people.

Jamie received them with worry for the first days, but one evening, while they were accommodating the horses for the night, his brother-in-law reassured him when he vocalized his fears.

“Not a single man in the estate wad dare to sell ye, Jamie,” he patted his back before scattering some hay for the horses. “Ye’re safe here. Both of ye,” Ian pointed when his words were met by a sideways look.

“Mmmphm.”

“Oniewey, Jamie… Dinna ye think ’tis time ye settle th—”

“Ach, Claire! Good to see ye…” Jamie interrupted him sharply, his eyes piercing Ian’s for a second before driving them back to her.

“Good evening, gentlemen,” Claire smiled a bit bewildered at the scene. “Jenny sent me for you, Ian. She says the water pump is stuck again and something about you not having really fixed it the last time… And then a lot of, well… curse”, she mouthed.

Ian grimaced and left the hayfork against the wooden wall of the stables before grabbing the handle of the cane attached to his wood leg.

“Please, if I dinna make it, tell my bairn ‘bout me,” he joked before limping out of their sight.

Claire couldn’t help but chuckle. Jamie took the chance to stare at her, soaking in her sight. Her cheeks were pinker, always brushed by some curl that had escaped her bun. Vigor had returned to her body and the weakness that had pestered her during the first days seemed to be long forgotten. Her eyes darted back to him and it was his time to blush, caught in the act of admiring her silently. She hesitated for a second, before walking up to him, her hands inside of her apron looking for something. Jamie’s stance tensed, sensitive to her proximity, fighting the urge to hold her in his arms and kiss her to oblivion. Something he hadn’t done since the night she recognized him again and something he had been craving since the second their lips parted that very night.

In the sweet, cold air fed by the animals, Claire sighed and produce a small piece of bread, offering it to Jamie. He furrowed his brow and looked at her questioningly.

“This… Well, Mrs. Crook has been helping me this afternoon with my cooking. I made my first bannocks, thought you might want to try them,” she explained, unconfident.

Jamie smiled slowly and took the bannock, biting into it wolfishly.

“Good, I’m star—”

“Wait!”

She tried to warn him, but it was already too late. Jamie’s smile faltered when he tried to champ it, only to find his mouth filled by a monstrous mass of bland raw flour, too hard to swallow without chewing it and too rubbery to try to unstick it of his teeth. Her face drop, seeing him struggling to deal with her culinary creation.

“I knew it… I thought I had the proportions wrong, but—”

“Dinna fash, Sassenach, this—“ Jamie smiled again and with all the strength he had and a silent prayer not to choke, he swallowed hardly part of it. “’Tis the best bannock I’ve ever had.“ He swallowed the rest of it. “Truly.”

Jamie nodded reassuringly and looked around. There was a small bucket with water, placed there to calm the thirst after working at the stables. He hollowed his hands and grabbed some water to drink, passing the last traces of dough and sighing when his mouth felt clean again.

“Long day, ye ken.“

They stared at each other for a moment before laughter erupted from both of them.

“Oh my… Jamie, I’m so sorry,” she apologized with tears of joy in her eyes, unable to stop guffawing.

“’Tis fine, Sassenach, I’ll juist stay away from bannocks during dinner…”

The distance between them had been gradually disappearing until they were facing each other. Hearty laughs faded, and they stared again into each other’s eyes. Amber brown meeting pale turquoise, losing in the depths that peered into them. His hand dabbled into her hair, placing a lost lock behind her ear and caressing the side of her cheek in the meantime. She sighed at the touch, and her eyes dropped to his lips for a brief moment, before turning them back. This almost imperceptible invitation didn’t pass unnoticed to Jamie, whose other hand tentative looked for Claire’s. When they fingers met with the last light of the dying day, they intertwined in silence, as if they were so used to it that there was no other possible movement. Taking one step closer, their bodies almost met completely, she tilting her head upwards to be able to hold his gaze. His fingers traveled to her nape, fingertips caressing the gap between the muscles, causing her spine to shiver in pleasure.

Their breaths mixed in the closeness, a space slowly erased when Jamie’s forehead rested against hers, his nose caressing hers tenderly. He closed his eyes, fearful of what they could show. The depth of the desire he felt for Claire, the need she woke in his body, the utter craving he felt whenever she was close to him, it all lived and throbbed in his sight. Depriving himself of it only increased his other senses. The smell of her skin, a mix of primrose and the scents of the kitchen. The touch of her palm, soft, welcoming, warm. Knowing her lips were only an inch away from his made his heart flutter in his chest, but still, a fight between what he wanted and what he was afraid she would feel took place in his mind. What if his touch reminded her of Randall's? What if she felt dishonored? What if…

That trail of thought got lost the moment her other hand reached up to his curls, warily at first, then more certain. Her fingers weaved and caressed his hair, mirroring what he had just done a minute earlier. A sigh of content abandoned his lips at the contact, and he made his decision. The slight separation between their mouths began to close, her hand tightening her grip on his curls, his setting calmly on the back of her neck.

“'Tis dinner time!!”

Jenny’s thundering voice broke the spell and startled them. Their eyes snapped open and Claire took one step backwards, breaking the connection between their hands and longingly staring at him before turning away and hurry out of the stables.

Ifrinn an Diabhuil…

When Jamie entered the house, Jenny’s voice welcomed him from the kitchen, her tone lecturing as usual.

“Ye better no’ get that horse aidle on my carpets if ye dinna want to clean it yersel, brither.”

He looked at his boots and recoiled to the entrance, scrubbing their soles against doormat, before resuming his way. The house smelled of stew and herbs, and he followed the aromatic trail to the kitchen where Mrs. Crook and his sister were busy finishing the meal. Jamie surveyed the place and grabbed a piece of cheese from the pantry, stuffing his mouth with it before making room for some bread to accompany it. Jenny looked at him sideways without stopping her tasks and arched an eyebrow.

“Ye look as hungry as ye used to be when ye were thirteen. I remember ye comin’ into the kitchen and eatin’ oniething edible.” Jamie smiled with his mouth full and shrugged.

“I’m still a lad, ye ken… I’ve to grow.”

“What ye’ve to grow is the guts to propose to the lass,” she said nonchalantly while his brother’s face lost all color. “She canna stay wi’ us for the rest o’ her life unwedded—”

Her voice got quieted by Jamie choking on the bread, shooting daggers at his sister while his face turned from pale to red. Mrs. Crook handed him some water while keeping at her business and Jamie chugged it at once, trying to regain his breath while Jenny laughed under hers.

“If I’ve to see ye lookin’ at her wi’ those puppy eyes agin I’ll deliver yer niece on the spot.“

Jamie left the kitchen still trying not to choke and leaned against the banister. From there, his eyes wandered into the dining room, where Claire was alone getting the table ready. Watching her unaware of his gaze brought memories from that first morning she had adventured into the woods, looking for some herbs to help him heal his wounded leg. The fluency of her movements, the care she used to settle every dish, every glass, the attention to detail she exhibited that paid out in the beautifully arranged table. Of course he could see himself married to that woman. He’d be lying to his very soul if he denied it. But he was aware of what a poor choice of a husband he was. Who would marry a man with the executioner’s noose hanging over his head? He had been accustomed to the idea over time, but he resisted the thought of bringing a loved one into a such a life. His days in Lallybroch were counted, and then what? Sleeping out in the open? Living of what the land could provide? Jamie clenched his jaw. No, as much as he wanted her, he wouldn’t condemn her into an exiled life.

His brother-in-law passed by him on his way to the dining room and stopped when he saw his grim expression. Following the direction of his gaze before Jamie looked at him, Ian discovered his trail of thought without much effort.

“Jenny talked to ye, aye?” He whispered confidentially and leaned against the banister himself. Jamie nodded curtly and lowered his eyes. “She’s a Fraser, that’s for sure. I tald her to leave ye be, but ye ken her.”

Jamie snorted and both of them went silent when Claire left the dining room on her way to the kitchen, looking at them puzzled for a second.

“Aye, I ken her.“

Ian sighed and patted his own thigh, massaging the tired muscle.

“Ye Frasers are stubborn like mules, but that disna make ye less right. I dinna ken what’s stoppin’ ye from talkin’ to the lass. But she’s still here.”

“That disna—”

“She’s. Still. Here,” Ian pointed staring directly into Jamie’s eyes, not letting him finish the sentence. He grabbed his shoulders and shook them gently, trying to instill some reasoning into him. “Clearly there’s something makin’ her stay.”

But when Jamie’s blue sight focused back on him, the expression of his face talked more than the words he couldn’t say. Ian’s hands dropped slowly back into his lap.

“Ye think ye winna be a braw guidman for her, is it?” His eyes watered suddenly and the tension of his jaw became more visible. “Ach, brither… Ye’re daft if ye dinna see how different she thinks.” Ian smiled, patted his shoulder and walked wearily into the dinning room, followed by Jenny and Claire carrying the trays and tureens.

Jamie stood there, shocked by Ian’s words. Was he really that blind? Of course he knew Claire was partial to him. That much he had fathomed. But one thing was stealing a kiss in the middle of the night and a very different one wanting to get married to that person. He stood from the banister as Claire was placing the tray on the table, and she looked over her shoulder straight into him, smiling so radiantly he felt his heart skipping a beat.

Ye bawheid... She must think ye’re slow.

With a new resolution in mind, he squared his shoulders and strode in the room, sitting at the head of the table. They served the food, the smells impregnating the air and making their stomachs groan after a long day working. In peaceful silence, the four of them started to eat. Unaware of the kick fight that was taking place under the table between the two siblings, Claire nipped her soup wondering about the dull thuds that sprinkled the otherwise quiet evening. Jenny and Jamie looked askance at each other, and suddenly, Jenny dropped the spoon on her plate.

“Tell me Claire, noo that yer enga—”

“Claire, would ye mind if we spoke later?” Jamie cut his sister on her tracks. “In private?”

She looked at both of them, bewildered by the sudden exchange and the strange looks they were exchanging. Actually, Jamie’s words seemed to be more directed to his sister than to her, and if he hadn’t specified her name out loud, she would’ve thought he was talking to Jenny. Who, by then, looked like the cat that ate the cream.

“Of course, Jamie. Is it your leg? Is it bothering you?“ Claire asked with worry clouding her brow.

“No, dinna fash, Sassenach. I’m juist fine.”

When they finished dinner, in the tensest atmosphere Claire remembered since she had arrived to Lallybroch, Jenny took care of clearing the table and excused Claire with a nod and a knowing smile.

Jamie was already waiting for her outside. When Claire stepped beside him, he took his wool cape and wrapped it around her carefully. It had the Fraser colors, and that particular Fraser’s smell. She thanked silently for the warmth it provided, when Jamie unexpectedly grabbed her hand and intertwined his fingers with hers before starting to walk.

The moon was almost full, and even though the night was complete, its silver light was enough for them to see where the surroundings. The walls of Lallybroch were covered in an ethereal glow, and the green pastures that spread as far as the sight reached had turned to an argent hue. The only noise that reverberated in the silence was the clump of their feet against the grass and the tuneful crickets that sang like a choir of tiny percussionists.

After a few minutes walking, they seemed to reach their destination. An ancient, wide oak that spread its branches over the stream nearby the estate crowned over them. Sighing deeply, like the warrior who faces his hardest battle, the one before the sweetest victory, he turned to face Claire, grabbing her other hand in the process. She was used to his tenderness, to him cherishing her in the most minuscule things. But his hold then was firm, steady, resolute.

“When we were juist bairns, my older brother Willie died. He was supposed to become laird of Lallybroch when he came o’ age. Instead, he died of smallpox and my parents grieved, deeply. I always looked up to him. Sawney, he used to call me,” his mouth crooked a smile. “One day we were here fishing. I wisna older than six and he was eleven, but I remember his words as if he had juist said them. Listen to yer heart, he said. It’s smarter than that thick heid ye’ve.”

Claire controlled the urge to laugh at the second part of the sentence, but a whimsical smile crept up to her lips.

“I think I’ve listened to my heid longer than I should've. Because my heart knows the truth. And it’s screaming it out loud.” His grip tightened, his thumbs caressing the back of her hands. “I love ye, Claire. And I’d be honored to call you my wife, every day, for the rest of my life.”

for as long as anyone can remember, house dondarrion has had a f i e r c e rivalry with the dornishmen. legend has it that house dondarrion was lifted from peasantry to lordship when a mere messenger was able to escape two dornishmen, thus delivering a message to the storm king that allowed a great victory over the dornish. since then, house dondarrion has been rooted in blackhaven, their ancestral home located in the dornish marches, and have acted as guardians of passage into -- and out of -- dorne. 

though unspoken after dorne was married into the rest of westeros, conquered by the targaryens, house dondarrion and their bannermen were tasked with being the first line of defense against any potential dornish incursion. 

thoros was an only child growing up and he lost his mother at a young age. his father dared to rebel against tradition and took a wildling woman as his wife, being smitten with her spontaneity. alas, he was playing with fire ice. he was quite accustomed to the privilege of being a m a n and a lord, a privilege that allowed him to warm his bed with other women without penalty of law or ostracization. much to his father’s chagrin, he had to find out the hard way that you can take the wildling out of the wild, but you can n e v e r take the wild out of the wildling. when yara dondarrion discovered that her husband was enjoying the taste of other women she made sure that no woman would ever want him when she was done with him: yara c a s t r a t e d him and made a necklace from his stones. the maester was able to stop lord barristan from bleeding out, but he couldn’t save him from being a eunuch. 

yara was able to escape, but she wasn’t able to take thoros with her. thoros was fostering at dragonstone at the time and she knew that a raven would reach them before she could. yara returned to the wild and was forced to leave her son to deal with the mess she’d made. 

lord barristan dondarrion rarely, if ever, called his son home for any reason, allowing others to raise him. the times when they were together, barristan dondarrion was known for being cruel and abusive towards his son. it didn’t help matters that thoros tended to have a bit of a gentle heart and was just as interested in needlework as he was in swordplay. his comraderie with the dornishmen also seemed to stoke his father's ire; it's likely that barristan's hatred for their neighbors to the south was borne of their jokes about his...condition. barristan swore that he’d never let his son become lord of blackhaven, that he’d never die and allow such a soft boy to rule. it almost seemed like he’d keep that promise; lord barristan outlived all of his friends, and thoros began to wonder if he’d ever be lord, if he’d ever be able to restore a sense of warmth and joy in blackhaven, the kind that had been there when his mother was the lady of the keep. 

thoros did everything he could to try and please his father, even marrying a woman he could never love despite his desire to wait until he found a woman that he wanted to devote his love and life to. he was twenty-seven when his father finally died and it’s a story that he lives to tell to this very day. you see, by the time he was twenty-seven he had been married for seven years. he'd also become quite close with certain dornish nobility. he tried to persuade his father to accept aid from the only person still offering: the young lady of skyreach. the people of blackhaven and his father's lands were starving, ravaged by drought. barristan was too prideful to accept aid from anyone and punished those that tried to reach out to other lords or ladies for help. after burning all of his bridges, blackhaven was on the brink of starvation. word has it that the king himself was bound for blackhaven to have a few words with the senile old lord -- and with a bounty plenty to feed the starved -- when lady nimronyn arrived at their keep and announced that she had seen to it that those under dondarrion lands that suffered from the drought and his wickedness were well-fed. barristan told her that he didn't want or need the help of a dornish whore. thoros became smitten with her when she smiled at the old man and asked loudly for all to hear if his wildling wife had taken his mind when she took his balls. barristan had a heart attack and died to the sound of nimronyn's laughter. she stayed for the feast celebrating thoros becoming the new lord of blackhaven and every moment spent with her deepened his affections. the way he ignored his wife all night became a scandal that followed him for years to come; some still believe that thoros deflowered her, unwilling to believe that they spent all night in his room drinking wine and talking while his wife slept in the guest chambers.

if you ask his ex-wife, she’ll tell you that his recent pledge to dornish houses, especially one so staunchly against targaryen rule, was stirred by his o b s e s s i o n with lady nimronyn fowler. yet another scandal to his name. he abjured his ex-wife after they had a fight when she found a journal of poems and love letters meant for nimronyn, a woman content to never wed. he's never taken a lover or wife since, focusing his attention on being a better lord than his father. even so, his flame for her never guttered. not even for a moment. she haunts his dreams. he sent a wealth of gifts to her and her daughter when he'd heard the joyous news, though he wished dearly that he'd been the father. still, he saw it as an opening and bided his time, happy to wait a few more years before formally courting her. things are going well so far and he feels like things are falling in his favor. she has yet to spurn him and some speculate that he's ready to seal the deal.

¤ thoros is an accomplished weaponsmaster and a knight. he's known for wielding a sword of flames like his grandfather's friend, the man for whom he was named, thoros of myr. ¤ after beric dondarrion swore allegiance to the brotherhood without banners their family was stripped of all their lands and titles, declared traitors by king joffery baratheon. they were reinstated when daenerys and robb claimed the iron throne; the dondarrions bent the knee and returned to glory. ¤ thoros is known for being quiet and polite for the most part. he loves to spend his time with the common folk, singing songs and playing with children. his greatest joy is cooking, music, and poetry. he collects recipes and instruments and books of poetry from all over the world and creates his own as well. there were once rumors that he never laid with his wife because he preferred the company of men; though that's not the reason he wouldn't bed his wife, he's not opposed to a male lover.

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Welcome to BTS Single Dad Hell!

Hi! I’m Peach, also known as Satan!

Today we’ll be looking at how the papas get their babs to sleep!

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Jin

you best believe seokjin sings his princess to sleep

putting talent to use since big hit insists on sleeping on his vocals

EH HEM

anyways

his princess is easy to put to sleep bc she generally gets sleepy after dinner

wouldn’t you b content after eating jin’s cooking i would b damn

v delighted when he learns that you also sing to your son to get him to sleep

bc cute, kind, funny, laughs at his jokes AND can sing???????

no way seokjin’s ever gonna let u go now

not that you’d complain

he discovered you sang your bab to sleep by accident bc you left your son’s bedroom door open n jin was able to hear

ofc you didn’t sing around him bc how could you when his voice literally sounds like a chorus of god’s best singing angels

you almost scream when you tuck your little one in n turn to leave his room when you see jin leaning against the doorway with literal hearts in his eyes

(♡ヮ♡)

at this point you believe you must have saved a country in your previous life in order to have a man like him to happily call your partner

bed time eventually turns into both of your babs in your and jin’s bed as you both sing them to sleep

gets them to dreamland much quicker w/ jin singing harmonies

then once they’re asleep you carry them to their bedrooms n tuck them in w/ a little kiss on their heads

you usually get a lil sleepy from hearing jin sing 

sometimes when jin knows you’ve had a more tiring day than usual

he just picks you up n carries you to bed, singing to you on the way n cuddling in bed w/ you n givin you a lil smooch before falling asleep

what i wouldn’t give to have kim seokjin to sing me to sleep u g h

when he’s away you let both babs into your bed n sing them to sleep

both babs attach themselves to you during the night w/ your arms wrapped around them

jin comes home n sees who youre all cuddled up together

heart eyes x100000000

makes you the best breakfast youd probably think youd died n gone to heaven once you tasted it

Suga

min yoongi 2.0 is a lil sleepy koala bear that loves to b held by you n yoongi

kind of surprises yoongs the first time his son falls asleep in your arms bc he knows his bab had only ever felt comfortable enough to sleep in his father’s arms n no one elses

falls in love w/ you more if that’s even possible bc his son trusts you enough n is comfortable enough to show his koala side n fall asleep on you

when he’s young you two let him sleep in your bed every so often

bab falls asleep fastest when he’s w/ the both of you 

he feels the safest with you n yoongs on either side of him

when he gets a lil bigger n realizes it’s not as comfy as when he was lil he settles for falling asleep in your or yoongi’s arms then being moved to his bed

but still goes to your bed if he has a bad dream……..bless

first time he does it he wakes you up n you’re like ?????? wha……. 

v confused and v v v drowsy as you squint into the darkness n wait for your eyes adjust

then you see the bab w/ tears in his eyes holding his blankie beside your bed sniffling as he tells you he had a scary dream

then it’s oh no sweet baby ofc you can sleep in our bed come h ere

yoongi wakes up the next morning

turns to your side of the bed

his son went into full koala mode and is completely snuggled up against you, hands holding onto your pjs as he’s peacefully sleeping

youre protectively curled around the bab with your arms wrapped around him

n youre both ????? smiling a lil in your sleep????????

turns into goo

takes a solid ten minutes to return to his senses then he’s like………hey……hold on……why don’t i get cuddles……………?

shrugs and curls himself around you n his bab then falls back asleep with a smile on his face

J-Hope

you kno that habit hoseok has when he sleeps

the one where he like pets himself bc that’s what his parents did to soothe him to sleep

also uses that technique on his bab to get to her to sleep

finds it’s also the best way bc his sunshine loves contact from you n him

you n him also find she likes noise a lot???

like sound of like wind or trees rustling in the wind??

doesn’t like radio silence

you two figure it’s bc she feels lonely when it’s silent bc hobi coos n hums to her a lot

on nights where she’s extra fussy n keeps waking up no matter how many times you soothe her to sleep w/ touch

you put on a recording in her room of you or hobi humming, depending on who puts her to bed that night

you find that gets rid of her fussiness effectively and gets her to sleep through the night w/ only a few times of waking up to be fed/changed

when you move in w/ them, hobi can actually go away for a lil while to work

on particular nights when the bab is really missing her papa n he’s gone away, you facetime him w/ her on your lap

seeing her daddy’s face n hearing his voice combined w/ your touch calms her down a lot

when her dad’s away she sleeps in your bed n you usually keep one hand on her tiny belly to keep her sleeping

hoseok has like a million pictures of you two sleeping together that he took when he came home from work n found the two of you snoozin

has his fave picture as his lockscreen

changes often bc he can’t decide which one’s his fave

when he saw you two like that for the first time he cried a lil bc????? you two mean the world to him??????? like he thinks he’s so lucky he gets the privilege to call the two of you his?????????

just really happy that he’s met someone who he knows understands him so well n will stick w/ him n his bab through thick n thin no matter what

Rap Monster

like i said before our rap monnie loves to read to his son educational books

but at nighttime he reads him fairytale books

knows his lil boy is a creative lil bab with a wild imagination so namjoon loves to indulge him in that by reading him fantasy books that his mind can escape in

now that you’ve joined into their lil smartypants family bedtime is the kid’s fave time of day

usually gets a lil silly when both you and joonie read to him

you go all out

different voices n everything

when youre feeling extra playful you act characters out in his room

but it’s not normal like you play the princess and joon plays the prince

nonono

joonie plays the princess and youre the dragon guarding the tower

extremely extra tbh

youre both trying rlly hard not to laugh at each other

his lil boy lives for it

gets tired from all the laughing he does at you and namjoon

when you notice his eyes get droopy you chill out w/ your acting and just to voices

then trail off your voices until he’s completely asleep

give his head a lil kiss each n make sure he’s tucked in before going to your room

when joonie’s away for work his kid handles it p well but when the bab misses him on a particular day, you miss the destruction god too

so at night you have his bab sit on your lap while you read joonie’s fave book to him

you both also steal namjoon’s clothes to sleep in lmao

joon’s speechless when he comes home to this the first time n just stares w/ a stupidly happy grin on his face

dimples make their full appearance

then you wake up and sleepily beckon him into bed w/ you n the bab

how can he refuse you???

spoiler: he cant and you spend the entire day in bed

Jimin

by far the easiest bab to put to sleep

chimchim has their sleepytime routine down

n soon enough you master it too

as always, must have momo the mochi plush in his arms no matter what

he usually gets sleepy at near enough the same time every night

you know he wants to be tucked in when he goes into his room

grabs his blanket n finds either you or jimminie

he doesn’t even have to say a thing before youre taking the blanket from him n picking him up

go to the laundry room n toss his blanket into the dryer for like 10 mins

in those 10 mins he just stays in your arms as you gently bob and rock him

he’s hummin sleepily, his head resting in the crook of your neck

when the 10 mins is up you retrieve the blankie and go back to his room

at this point both you n jimin are together to tuck the bab in w/ his warm blanket

jimbab loves falling asleep w/ a warm blanket bc he says it feels like a big warm hug 

b l e s s 

how adorable

first time jimin got jimbab to explain why to you

you turned into goo n coddled jimbab for a solid fifteen minutes

jimbab also loves to sleep w/ your puppo since you moved in

youre not even sure who your puppo loves more, you or jimbab

you dont even mind bc it’s too adorable

doesn’t have trouble sleeping when chim’s away

on the rare occasion he gets fussy he gets to sleep w/ you n be coddled w/ lots of kisses

falls asleep instantly

chim comes home n is lowkey jealous

up until jimbab wakes up n gives him the brightest sleepy smile

then all is forgiven n jimin goes to bring you both breakfast in bed

V

kinda difficult to get his babs to dreamland but the process of getting them to dreamland in the most fun

only way to get his twins to sleep is to deplete their energy

u kno what this means

P I L L O W F I G H T S

D A N C E P A R T I E S

tires all of em out so they just end up knocked out on top of each other

owns a california king bed so they can all fit comfortably

no issue w/ space when you join the equation

bedtime becomes your fave part of the day lmao

bc you can just forget anything bad that happened during the day n play w/ the puppy pack

cant really think of anything else but having fun when youre surrounded by laughing n squealing as youre being smacked w/ pillows

during the night when youre all asleep his lil boy gravitated towards you to cuddle n his twin shuffles over to cuddle w/ her papa

sometimes you wake up in the night rlly rlly warm and see all of the puppy pack are cuddling up against you

can’t bring yourself to mind so you snuggle them all n go back to sleep

when he’s away for work the party n pillowfights dont stop lmao

you send him videos every night you have a dance party of the twins dancing to bts’ songs

in said videos they also scream along to the lyrics

also try to rap along to the verses but ends up in adorable babble

taehyung proceeds to show everyone the videos of his precious lil family

becomes the Proudest Papa™ when one night he gets a video of all three of you dancing to ‘Not Today’ almost perfectly whilst you giggle n have fun

so much that he shows it in the next BangtanBomb/V live n posts it on twitter

that video well forever b on his phone

looks at it when he’s away n misses his lil puppy family

Jungkook

who’s the easiest bab to put sleep??

baby bunny or jimbab???

the world may never know

likes to fall asleep with the sense of you n nochu near him

you dont have to b physically there beside him

you n kookie actually get the bab a little bunny plush n spray your perfume/cologne on it a lil before giving it to the bab

the scent soothes his lil baby n he can fall asleep comfortably the plush in his chubby hands

when he gets a lil older the plushie isnt quite enough to chill him out

both you n kookie struggle a lil when thinking about what wrong w/ the bab n why he’s so fussy

you eventually figure out that he likes to be visually entertained, like if he’s got somethin to stare at then he can chill out

you n kook buy one of those ceiling projector things for his room

it projects the stars n different constellations onto his ceiling of him to look at

n that’s all it takes

the bab is back to his chill self as he hugs his bunny plushie that smells of you n kook and watches the projection on his ceiling

tbh sometimes you n jungkook sleep on the floor in his room by the bab’s crib bc the two of you also like lookin at the projections lmao

you lowkey want one for your room

whenever kookie is away for work, you usually sleep in the bab’s room

pepper his cute lil chubby face with so many kisses as you get him ready for bed

on the nights you really miss your other bunny you play recordings of nochu singing to help both you n the bab sleep

sometimes you call jungkook n get him to sing to you or just talk till you fall asleep

when he comes home n finds you snoozin on the floor he just smiles to himself and gently scoops you up to takes you to bed

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Being Alone, Bones, and Butt: Id 58216, 12 Yrs., 63 lbs. A gentle senior in need of love, Manhattan ACC BEYOND CRITICAL 4/4/2019 "Please don't forget me, I'm partially blind and really need a home." *$500 Donation Offer* **Limited Vision** Sweetheart Duke is looking for a special somebody to love him! At 12 years old, partially blind Duke suddenly became TOO BIG and was surrendered to the shelter by his elderly owner. After 12 years of a life in a home, where he was nothing but a model pet and companion -- affectionate with the older kids, content to eat canned Alpo, was respectful of the cat, he finds himself in a terrifying new environment that challenges his partial blindness. When he should be spending his golden years surrounded by a loving family, throning on a soft bed, and surrounded by toys and treats, instead he is facing death alone among strangers. It doesn’t matter how well-behaved Duke was, in the final analysis his family never stood by him in his greatest hour of need. After a life of love and loyalty, of serving the humans he loved, he waits, alone and lonely, in a dark windowless kennel, with only his memories and the shred of hope he holds on too -- that they will come back for him. PLEASE consider opening your home and your heart and give DUKE the retirement he so deserves and where he can be your one and only! A staff member writes: "Ello Governor, my name is Duke. No, I am not yet knighted-although one day I aspire to be! Running so free in the backyard of our shelter is what I love the most. Sure, I pull at the leash with my mouth, but I promise you that it's because I think of it at just another toy. Distract me with a toy before putting a leash on me and watch me be in the palm of your hands. I only want to show you just how much love I can give you. I love having my ears massaged and my butt scratched. Who doesn't?! Hey, I'm only letting you know what I love so that I can reciprocate the love. Oh, do come see me!" MY VIDEO: Duke plays fetch with friends and he loves it ! https://youtu.be/ANRF872QCkY DUKE, ID 58216, @ 12 Yrs. Old, 63.2 lbs. Manhattan ACC, Large Mixed Breed, White / Tan Owner Surrender Reason: Not a fit - too big Shelter Assessment Rating: LEVEL 3 No children (under 13) Single-pet home Recommend no dog parks AT RISK NOTE: Duke has not acclimated well to the care center and has exhibited kennel stress as well as displayed fearful behavior in the care center. Duke is recommended for an adopter that has prior experience handling dogs with anxious behaviors. Medically, Duke has cataracts which may require follow up vet care. OWNER SURRENDER NOTES - BASIC INFORMATION: Duke is a roughly 12 year old dog whom was gotten during a giveaway and kept in the same home for 12 years. Unfortunately due to being too strong and the owner being elderly he was unable to be kept. Duke previously lived with 3 adults and 1 cat. Around strangers he is described as friendly and plays exuberantly. Around children above 10 years old he is described as affectionate and respectful. Around other dogs Duke is described as reactive and will lunge, bark and growl at them. He has been socialized with one cat and was described as respectful. Duke has no known resource guarding issues and no bite history. He is housetrained and is owner describes his energy level as high. Other Notes: Duke is known to bark often, isn't bothered by having his food or toys touched, being held or being bathed. Occasionally he will bark when unfamiliar people approach his owner or home but will quickly warm up afterwards. Duke has never had any medical issues. Medical Notes: He has no known medical issues. Previous owner stated that that Duke has lost sight in his left eye. For a New Family to Know: Duke is described as affectionate, playful, confident, pushy and excitable. He enjoys playing with bottle-like toys and bones and will play catch and fetch. He was being fed Alpo wet food and Pedigree dry food mixed 2-3 times a day, has never been crate trained, is considered house trained, was being walked 2-3 times a day and pulls very hard on leash. INTAKE NOTES – DATE OF INTAKE, 26-Mar-2019: Upon intake Duke allowed all handling. When leashed he pulled hard on the leash however allowed being collared, being handled and being petted. He enjoyed playing catch and had a healthy appetite for office treats. BEHAVIOR NOTES: Means of surrender (length of time in previous home): Owner Surrender (In home for 12 years) Previously lived with: Adults and a cat Behavior toward strangers: Friendly and exuberantly playful Behavior toward children: With children over 10 he is affectionate and respectful Behavior toward dogs: Reactive, lunges, barks, and growls Resource guarding: None reported Bite history: None reported Housetrained: Yes Energy level/descriptors: Duke is described as affectionate, playful, confident, pushy, and excitable with a high level of activity. SHELTER ASSESSMENT SUMMARIES - Date of assessment: 28-Mar-2019 Leash Walking Strength and pulling: Moderate Reactivity to humans: None Reactivity to dogs: None Leash walking comments: Lunges, barks, growls Sociability Loose in room (15-20 seconds): Moderately social Call over: Approaches readily Sociability comments: Body soft, checks in with assessor, comes when called Handling Soft handling: Seeks contact Exuberant handling: Seeks contact Comments: Soft body, leans into pets Arousal Jog: Follows (loose) Arousal comments: None Knock: No response Knock Comments: None Toy: Grips, firm Toy comments: None PLAYGROUP NOTES - DOG TO DOG SUMMARIES: The previous owner of Duke has reported reactivity, growling, barking toward other dogs. When attempting to conduct a safe greeting through the fence, Duke stiffens and growls. Due to these observations, a single dog residence is recommended for Duke. Due to also growling at handlers, a muzzled introduction has been unable to be conducted. INTAKE BEHAVIOR - Date of intake: 26-Mar-2019 Summary: Allowed handling MEDICAL BEHAVIOR - Date of initial: 26-Mar-2019 Summary: Initially allowed handling then growled ENERGY LEVEL: Duke is described as having a high level of activity. We recommend long-lasting chews, food puzzles, and hide-and-seek games, in additional to physical exercise, to positively direct his energy and enthusiasm. BEHAVIOR DETERMINATION: Level 3 Behavior Asilomar TM - Treatable-Manageable Recommendations: No children (under 13) Single-pet home Recommend no dog parks Recommendations comments: No children: Duke has been fearful at the care center and has growled. For this reason, we recommend an adult only home. Single pet/no dog parks: See DOG-DOG. The previous owner of Duke has reported concerning levels or reactivity toward other dogs. Potential challenges: Fearful/potential for defensive aggression On-leash reactivity/barrier frustration Potential challenges comments: Fearful/potential for defensive aggression: Duke has growled at certain handlers at the care center. Please see handout on Fearful/potential for defensive aggression. On-leash reactivity/barrier frustration: Duke is report to react to dogs on leash, lunging towards them, barking, and growling. This behavior has also been observed at the care center. Please see handout on On-leash reactivity/barrier frustration. MEDICAL EXAM NOTES 17-Apr-2019 Progress Exam. OS - green/yellow mucoid ocular discharge - blepharospasm - injected sclera; mature cataracts with a luxated lensSTT - 10mm after 60 secs OD - Clear. Assessment: OD clear, OS, 1. Mature cataracts with lens luxations. 2. Blepharospasm, injected sclera, mucoid discharge; STT 10 mm/min ddx- KCS Plan: - Optimmune BID OS indefinite - artificial tears 14-Apr-2019 Progress Exam. ACS noted that Duke ran into her knee on a walk and the palpebra bled. S/O - pt BA. OS - mild amount of hemorrhaging around the palpebra - fluorscene stain negative - corneal opacity with the lens in the ventral aspect of the anterior chamber - cannot visualize posterior aspect of the eye. OD - corneal opacity - optic disc and tapedum visible. Assessment: 1. OS mature cataracts with lens luxation, 2. OD lenticular sclerosis, 3. Traumatic injury to the palpebra - no ulcers - bleeding stopped - benign neglect, Plan: Adoptions/New Hope, - Recommend a ophthalmology consultation 2-Apr-2019 Progress Exam. SO . BAR. P was having hematochezia on 3/30 and has since been on medications. Today, P stool is normal. A: hematochezia -- resolved. P : continue to monitor in shelter. 1-Apr-2019 Progress Exam. BAR in run, very happy and wagging tail, e/d well. Superficial irritation on nasal planum from rubbing his nose on cage door. Monitor for now. Put distractors in cage, toys, kong, etc. 30-Mar-2019 Progress Exam. SO. P has dark red stool in kennel, confirmed hematochezia. A: hematochezia -- r/o stress, intestinal parasites, dietary, intestinal mass, ulceration P: fortiflora packet q24h x 7 days. metronidazole 500mg tablet -- 1 tablet PO q12h x 7 days. sucralfate 1 tablet PO q12h x 7 days. Feed I/D or Royal Canine gastrointestinal diet only x 7 days. recheck hematochezia in 2 days 28-Mar-2019 Progress Exam Request for Extension of Trazodone Trazodone-100mg Sig.: 1 1/2 tabs q 12 hrs 26-Mar-2019 Spay-Neuter Waiver Documentation. [Spay/Neuter Waiver - Age] It is the policy of ACC not to perform surgery on any animal over the age of 8-10 years due to the higher risks incurred in a shelter setting. The veterinarian is hereby issuing a permanent spay/neuter waiver, from the spay/neuter requirements of the City of NY due to the estimated age of this animal. ACC does recommend you consult with your veterinarian to determine if surgical sterilization is appropriate. 26-Mar-2019 DVM Intake Exam. Estimated age:12y. Microchip noted on Intake?n Microchip Number (If Applicable): n/a History : o surrender. reported blind in left eye for some time. Subjective: Observed Behavior -initially allows full examm wags tail playful. growled at dvm during ear exam. reported to be dog reactive. Evidence of Cruelty seen -n Evidence of Trauma seen -n Objective: T = , P =60, R =stertor. BCS 7/9. EENT: OD sclerosis OS posterior lens luxation/cataract. Oral Exam:limited, halitosis, PLN: No enlargements noted. H/L: NSR, NMA, Lungs clear, eupnic ABD: Non painful, no masses palpated. U/G: 2 testes MSI: Ambulatory x 4--stiff gait, skin free of parasites, no masses noted, healthy hair coat. CNS: Mentation appropriate - no signs of neurologic abnormalities Assessment: len luxation/cataract OD, likely blind in that eye. Prognosis:good. Plan:consider ophthalmology appointment in future. SURGERY: Permanent waiver due to age *** TO FOSTER OR ADOPT *** HOW TO RESERVE A “TO BE KILLED” DOG ONLINE (only for those who can get to the shelter IN PERSON to complete the adoption process, and only for the dogs on the list NOT marked New Hope Rescue Only). Follow our Step by Step directions below! *PLEASE NOTE – YOU MUST USE A PC OR TABLET – PHONE RESERVES WILL NOT WORK! ** STEP 1: CLICK ON THIS RESERVE LINK: http://bit.ly/2ynocEZ Step 2: Go to the red menu button on the top right corner, click register and fill in your info. Step 3: Go to your email and verify account \ Step 4: Go back to the website, click the menu button and view available dogs Step 5: Scroll to the animal you are interested and click reserve STEP 6 ( MOST IMPORTANT STEP ): GO TO THE MENU AGAIN AND VIEW YOUR CART. THE ANIMAL SHOULD NOW BE IN YOUR CART! Step 7: Fill in your credit card info and complete transaction HOW TO FOSTER OR ADOPT IF YOU *CANNOT* GET TO THE SHELTER IN PERSON, OR IF THE DOG IS NEW HOPE RESCUE ONLY! You must live within 3 – 4 hours of NY, NJ, PA, CT, RI, DE, MD, MA, NH, VT, ME or Norther VA. Please PM our page for assistance. You will need to fill out applications with a New Hope Rescue Partner to foster or adopt a dog on the To Be Killed list, including those labelled Rescue Only. Hurry please, time is short, and the Rescues need time to process the applications. Shelter contact information Phone number (212) 788-4000 Email [email protected] Shelter Addresses: Brooklyn Shelter: 2336 Linden Boulevard Brooklyn, NY 11208 Manhattan Shelter: 326 East 110 St. New York, NY 10029 Staten Island Shelter: 3139 Veterans Road West Staten Island, NY 10309 *** NEW NYC ACC RATING SYSTEM *** Level 1 Dogs with Level 1 determinations are suitable for the majority of homes. These dogs are not displaying concerning behaviors in shelter, and the owner surrender profile (where available) is positive. Some dogs with Level 1 determinations may still have potential challenges, but these are challenges that the behavior team believe can be handled by the majority of adopters. The potential challenges could include no young children, prefers to be the only dog, no dog parks, no cats, kennel presence, basic manners, low level fear and mild anxiety. Level 2 Dogs with Level 2 determinations will be suitable for adopters with some previous dog experience. They will have displayed behavior in the shelter (or have owner reported behavior) that requires some training, or is simply not suitable for an adopter with minimal experience. Dogs with a Level 2 determination may have multiple potential challenges and these may be presenting at differing levels of intensity, so careful consideration of the behavior notes will be required for counselling. Potential challenges at Level 2 include no young children, single pet home, resource guarding, on-leash reactivity, mouthiness, fear with potential for escalation, impulse control/arousal, anxiety and separation anxiety. Level 3 Dogs with Level 3 determinations will need to go to homes with experienced adopters, and the ACC strongly suggest that the adopter have prior experience with the challenges described and/or an understanding of the challenge and how to manage it safely in a home environment. In many cases, a trainer will be needed to manage and work on the behaviors safely in a home environment. It is likely that every dog with a Level 3 determination will have a behavior modification or training plan available to them from the behavior department that will go home with the adopters and be made available to the New Hope Partners for their fosters and adopters. Some of the challenges seen at Level 3 are also seen at Level 1 and Level 2, but when seen alongside a Level 3 determination can be assumed to be more severe. The potential challenges for Level 3 determinations include adult only home (no children under the age of 13), single pet home, resource guarding, on-leash reactivity with potential for redirection, mouthiness with pressure, potential escalation to threatening behavior, impulse control, arousal, anxiety, separation anxiety, bite history (human), bite history (dog) and bite history (other). New Hope Rescue Only Dog is not publicly adoptable. Prospective fosters or adopters need to fill out applications with New Hope Partner Rescues to save this dog — with Susanne Schweitzer in New York, New York.

Bad Choices the final chapter

55 is posted Not saying I made myself cry... but it's always hard finishing a fan fic A month had passed in a haze, Eren had recovered completely and Reni was growing everyday, Levi had never felt such content and happiness, but both mates were now facing one truth. Supplies had started to run low, they'd have to return to either HQ or Capital to replenish their supplies, something neither particularly wanted to do. As well as the fact Eren was positive he was pregnant again, Levi didn't want to risk trying to live out the harsh winter, with being so isolated, relying on meager trappings from the forest. Outside the windows the work had already started to turn white, soon they'd be completely snowed in. They'd have maybe a few days to completely decide, Eren was adamant he didn't want to leave. But in the end the choice was made for them both. Both men were preparing for bed, Eren had just bathed himself and Reni and Levi was giving the kitchen a final once over, when a knock fell upon the door, they tense and watched as the door swung open, to reveal a very happy Hanji. It didn't take long before she and the rest of their friends were spilling into the inns warm hall. All Eren and Levi could do was look at them in shocked surprise, they hadn't expected their friends to show up, both supposing that Ymir must have given Hanji the directions. "I don't suppose you have any coffee left, it's cold out there..." Levi nodded and moved to the kitchen, neither he or Eren were coffee drinkers, well not at the rate Hanji was, it was the one supply they had in abundance. Eren took a place at the table, next to Hanji, their friends were too busy eyeing the rooms exterior and were yet to sit. The woman immediately reached out for Reni and Eren passed his son over to her. "Oh Eren, he's gorgeous... he really does look like his namesake" Eren stared at her in confusion. How did she know what Reni had looked like in their alternate life? "We have a lot to tell you, but first..." Hanji smacked him upside the back of his head "What were you thinking! Just up and running off! You changed the whole war and then you just ran off like it didn't matter at all..." Eren continued to stare and Levi returned with a tray of coffee, their friends finally came to join them at the table, it was hard not to feel so self conscious now that their private sanctuary had been invaded. "Hanji, you're scaring him, you need to explain things from the start... and I hope you brought supplies, we're just about out..." "Of course I did Levi! You think we'd move in without bringing our own things... that wouldn't be very professional of us at all..." "Move in...? Since when did we give you permission to move in?" "We couldn't leave you three here for winter alone!" "4... its 4 not 3..." Eren corrected her in a low voice, one hand coming to rest on his stomach "Whaaaaa! You work fast!" "Well it's only a feeling at the moment..." Eren kept his eyes firmly focused on his stomach, he could almost hear his friends thoughts, Levi reached out and took his hand, squeezing it comfortingly. He couldn't face Armin and Mikasa at the moment, out of all of them, he feared what their faces would tell him, the most. "Sasha and Jean, why don't you two go with Connie and start bringing the supplies in..." "I hope you know you aren't moving in here, you can use any of the other houses..." "Relax, it's just food and stuff that needs to come in for the night, we'll sort out bedding in the morning..." "Now, are you going to explain why you're even here...?" "Well, I'm sure Eren would have told you what happened with Zeke, Levi he was amazing! He used the coordinate and everything..." Levi glared at Eren, the teen could only shrug "No, he didn't actually, he doesn't remember what happened..." "Eren! You don't know? You used the coordinate, you showed everyone your memories of your last life and this one! It was brilliant, you completely swayed the king, they killed Zeke and everything!" "Hanji, take a slow deep breath and remember, talk s-l-o-w-e-r..." Hanji's grin didn't fade, she gently played with Reni's small fingers, their son was still sleeping soundly. "Well, after Eren stormed out and cleared a heap of the titans from the walls, he turned them back against the Marley troops and then Zeke and him got into it, apparently Eren got his arse handed to him. Anyway while Zeke was on top of him Eren activated the coordinate, and basically the King of Marley was completely moved by Eren's story, it proved to him we weren't Marley's enemy, that we were completely ignorant about our own past, and how Ymir wanted none of this... if Eren had stayed he would know all this!" Eren raised his head to look at the woman, he knew she was only joking but it still stuck in his chest uncomfortably. "After that, they killed Zeke, and the King himself carried Eren back to the gates, he spent everyday asking if Eren had awoken yet. You can image how annoyed he was to find Eren had taken off, but fortunately he's still busy with Historia so he couldn't come with us, I'm sure he would have if he could have" Levi rolled his eyes, entitled people seemed to think they could have everything their way. Eren let out a small yawn, he'd been tired since well before his friends had barged in. Levi shot his omega a side glance, his eyes were beginning to droop, he was clearly struggling. "Alright Hanji, we'll finish this in the morning. Eren's falling asleep here, you all can sleep down here for the night, but if you here screaming, don't say you weren't warned. Levi smirked at Eren's horrified face, Hanji burst out laughing and Reni woke with a loud grizzle. "Tch. Now look what you've done!" Eren took Reni back from Hanji. He settled his child against his chest, he knew Reni's "I'm hungry cry" it wasn't as high pitches as his "I'm not happy" one. Levi began to gather the mugs from the table, Jean, Sasha and Connie were still carrying boxes in. Mikasa and Armin however were staring at Eren in almost aw, well aw for Armin and almost jealousy for Mikasa. He knew it had to sting just a little, for her, that Eren had one son and another child on the way. He rinsed the mugs clean and placed them on the kitchen sink to dry. He'd rewash them in the morning anyway. When he returned, the three teens were straightening out bedding across the rooms floor. Someone had fed more wood into the fire place and the warmth was leaving, even him, sleepy. He took Reni from Eren before helping his omega up and wrapping one hand around his waist, his omega mumbled a sleep "goodnight" and Levi lead him up to bed, before putting their son to sleep across from them. Eren was snoring softly when he returned, he couldn't blame the brat for being tired, they'd both grown comfortable these last few weeks, frequently napping between bouts of sex, their days lazy and spent in a blissful love filled haze. He stripped off his thick shirt and climbed in behind Eren, pulling his love to his chest. He couldn't deny he wanted to know the rest of what was going on, but he wanted to hear it with Eren. * Hanji woke them the next day, Levi was less than amused and Eren felt nauseated by her breakfast offering, he pulled the blanket back over his head and snuggled down trying to hide. "Hanji, remind me again... why didn't I throw you out last night?" "Because I'm still technically your commanding officer, and this is the new site for the Survey Corps HQ..." "What happened to the old one?" "It was destroyed, we aren't sure how though..." Eren cautiously peaked out from under the blanket, he'd rolled so that Levi's leg was against his face, he now shifted so stare up at Levi, the alpha smiled down at him, obviously not caring about the possessions he'd lost. "Tch. So are you going to finish explaining, or just sit there and be annoying" "No need to be so cranky! And here I thought you having Eren had mellowed you out..." "Cut it. What happened to Erwin, Petra, Olou and Gunther?" Hanji took a deep breath, her smile dropped "When the airships first arrived over the city, Erwin dispatched the three of them to perform recon, but Marley was more prepared then we could have imagined... they injected people with the titan serum and pushed them out of the ships. They'd all turned by the time they hit the ground... Erwin headed out as soon as he heard, but he arrived too late, the three had been killed and half eaten, Erwin nearly died then too, his arm was bitten clean off. He managed to get back to us, but went into shock. His body shut down and he died a few hours later..." Eren snaked and arm up around Levi's waist, he knew his alpha was hurting. Regretting never having the chance to make up with his friends. "I retrieved their patches... I have them with me" "Thanks Hanji" Hanji nodded, giving Levi a moment to collect his thoughts. "Alright..." "Well, you see after the King was taken into custody, he would only meet with Historia... oh her and Ymir are getting married soon, I brought your invites along... but as I was saying, he'd only meet with Historia, he was apparently very taken back by her gentle ways, even with what Eren had showed us all, it seemed he'd expected her to be more beast like. He and Historia have taken upon acting along the lines of Eren's proposal. It's going to take sometime for the general population of Marley to accept us, so they are working on a 5year plan to disband the there titan project, especially now that both their titans have been lost... he initially only wanted to talk to Eren, but once it was made clear that that wasn't an option, he stuck firmly to only talking with Historia. He's also been supplying us with information on the countries that Marley shares it borders with. He's planning to offer an official pardon to the Eldian Revolutionists and pay for their relocation costs. Well that's provided they want to..." "What happened with Hanna?" "She's already been taken back to Marley, she was a complete mess, it seems her actions are weighing heavily on her conscious" Levi snorted "So they should" "And that bring us pretty much up to our arrival last night. Historia gave us everything we needed, and then some. She said to tell Eren he's become famous. The citizens have been pleading to meet with him, his names become synonymous with hope and freedom" Eren groaned as he blushed in embarrassment. Part of him was relieved that humanity was walking forward on its own two feet, but part of him felt he'd betrayed them all by sharing memories only he and Levi had held. "Reiner and Bertholt have since gone missing too, and Annie is still in her comatose state. But she'll also be pardoned and provided with financial security upon waking" "That's good... the memories were probably hard for Reiner and Bertholt, their paths were different this time, they weren't so alone" Eren's words were met with silence as they all contemplated the two men. Eren hoped they'd find some measure of happiness. * Ymir and Historia's wedding was held in the height of spin, white petals carpeted the wedding isle. Both women beautiful in simple white dresses and wide smiled on their faces. Historia had asked Eren to walk her down the isle, she told him she owed all her current happiness to him, and thanked him repeatedly. Ymir preferred to talk the traditional place of the groom and to everyone's surprise Armin was her best man. The whole ceremony was gentle and beautiful, the cathedral overflowed with well wishers, all reduced to tears. The two women both were leaving straight after the ceremony, their honeymoon of sorts would be a month long tour of Marley. The city left in the hands of the Survey corps in their absence. This of course was delegated to Hanji and Armin. The other preferring to assist in the city rebuild. There was also still the threat of titans, none believing that the threat was eradicated yet, Hanji had even developed a system of what she called guillotines along the wall sides so that soldiers wouldn't have to risk their lives getting too close. Levi and Eren spent their time shopping for their children, well that was when they could find a moment to themselves, everyone knew who they were and seemed insisting upon telling them their own life stories, Eren had the patience for it that Levi did not. The pair were exhausted after the first week, leaving their friends they returned home. * Mikasa and Armin returned the next week, apparently they were none to impressed that Eren had once again gone off and done his own thing, they spent the days with Eren and returned to the house the squad was using at night, Eren loved his friends, but somedays all he wanted to do was sleep, and that didn't seem to be an option. Levi spent the days clearing back more land around the town, creating clearings suitable for training and small plots for gardens, he'd discovered he was actually quite good at gardening, it was a small thrill to be able to cook fresh produce for his mate. By the time Jean, Sasha, Connie and Hanji returned they were al vowing to avoid Capital unless completely necessary, it seemed Eren's memories had made them quite famous, Levi had laughed over the fact that Jean's ego couldn't stand the attention. The next few weeks were spent planning for the new recruits, Eren was trying hard to be thrilled, but he really couldn't be, he didn't like that their sanctuary was about to be further overrun. In this time Connie and Sasha had become an official item, and it seemed very likely that Mikasa and Armin would be too. The pair seemed so completely mismatched, but no one could deny their closeness, and Eren also supposed it was hard for Armin to show his scarred torso to anyone else. * It turned out that they had 15 new recruits that year, there had been more who requested to join, but Hanji had handpicked those she thought best, Levi and Eren had to admit the woman had chosen well, it'd only taken one glare from Levi for them all to realise that they weren't to pester Eren, for which Eren was grateful, the pregnancy was beginning to really drain him, his mood swings more extreme than they'd been with Reni, but when asked Eren would always reply that he was alright. Given his levels of fatigue, Hanji had ordered bedrest from the 7th month on, Levi loved it though, when Hanji didn't have him training the recruits he was waiting on Eren, hand and foot. Though the pair was probably far more active than Hanji would have liked, Eren hungry for his alpha every night, and Levi's alpha loved every moment, especially the way Eren's stomach would shift with his thrusts. It'd become sort of their nightly routine, and a way for Eren to vent his frustrations at being confined, though even he would admit he couldn't handle stairs, hell most of the time their sex wasn't adventurous beyond missionary, Eren's stamina so little. By the 8th month, sex had been completely taken off the table. Eren struggled to stay awake most days, Hanji had warned if this kept up, she'd be forced to perform a cesarean, there was simply too much danger to Eren's life. Viren, named after his brother, was delivered by c-section. Eren had started to cramp and bleed, Hanji had made the decision. It was a hard delivery given that Eren's body wanted to heal, but she managed to safely deliver the boy with the help of Levi. The alpha refusing to leave his mate, even when she'd insisted. Eren had been awake for the procedure, Levi had helped with that, but he'd contently drifted off when he finally held his son in his arms. It was only then that Hanji admitted to Levi that it had been her first time performing that procedure, it was actually something she'd learnt from a book from Marley. He wasn't impressed and she was banished from the top floor. While Eren had slept, Levi cleaned his omega, having already cleaned Viren straight after he was "born". He was relieved to see that the damage had already healed, the only tell tale signs Eren had been pregnant was the slight podge around his middle. Levi removed Viren from Eren's arms and placed him in the crib in the nursery, he lifted Eren from the bed and stripped it before remaking it and laying Eren back down, is omega looked so peaceful in his sleep. Eren slept a few more hours before waking, Levi had already moved to retrieve Viren once Eren had made signs of waking. The teen gushed over the tiny baby and Levi pressed kisses to his temple, soaking in the love in the room. * The next 9 years were spent happily, for the most part. Reni was now 10, Viren 9 and their twin daughters Eve and Evi were 4. To those who didn't know the age gap seemed a bit more normal between Viren and the twins, but what they didn't know was about the miscarriage Eren had had when Reni was 3. Reni had been playing near the top of the stairs, Eren'd been just next door, finishing dressing Viren for the day. He'd panicked when he'd spun round and found Reni gone, he'd found the boy about to fall, his son had over balanced on the stairs, Eren hadn't even thought about it before launching himself at his son and pushing him back, his own body falling awkwardly down the stairs and he didn't even remember hitting his stomach. He hadn't known he was pregnant either, everything had been so chaotic with the squads return earlier that day. Reni had screamed from the shock and Levi had been the one to find Eren, his omega obviously in shock himself as blood began to leak down his thighs, he refused to have Hanji examine him, instead he'd buried his face in Levi's neck and the alpha had carried him up to their bed. Hanji took their two sons for the next week, Eren hadn't wanted them to leave, but he also admitted that he couldn't care for them properly, the cramming and bleeding made it hard to even get up, Hanji's medication helped, but didn't fully elevate the pain and discomfort. After that Eren began to push everyone away, except for his children. Even going back onto contraceptives, not that he let Levi touch him for 6 months after the incident. It was a long hard road before Eren was finally comfortable and emotionally stable enough to become intimate with his mate again, Levi had been supportive of his needs, even allowing the omega to "top", as Eren seemed terrified of falling pregnant again. The twins had taken them both by surprise. Eren's stomach had only been very slightly larger than with Reni, when he'd gone into labour, Levi cried at the sight of his first daughter, her beautiful pale skin and thick dark brown hair, he couldn't believe he'd actually fathered such a beauty. He didn't know if he was going to be able to raise a girl, they seemed so much more complicated then boys. He'd taken her and begun cleaner her when he heard Eren moaning in pain again. He'd thought the omega was merely uncomfortable and finished cleaning his daughter, when he'd turned around he'd been shocked to see his mate bearing down, it took him a moment to realise that Eren was once again giving birth, he forced back the panic to deliver the other beautiful girl, she looked exactly like her sister, but what really got him was the look on Eren's face. His mates eyes wide, his cheeks red and lips parted, sweat dripping from his brow, but above all was the look of shock and awe, almost a case of "did I really just do that". Both girls were to perfect and with Evi coming from L-Evi, Eve seemed the perfect name for her sister. They knew their friends would laugh, but both men didn't care. Once both girls were settled in Eren's arms, Levi finally went and retrieved their sons, the boys both confused and excited, talking quietly and trying their best to be gentle. Levi hadn't told anyone it'd been twins, only that he wanted the boys to be the first to meet their new addition. Needless to say that when he came back down and filled them in, their friends had been more than shocked. Hanji insisted that they needed a photo, she'd been given a camera from Marley, and the family took their first photo. Levi with his arms around Eren, Viren and Reni in their laps and the twins in their arms. The photo was proudly displayed in the inn, one of the recruits had turned out to be a talented artist and he'd redrawn the scene larger for them. That copy hung in their room. After that things were hectic, two babies that seemed to coordinate their needs to be at the exact same time, or one would cry just as the other started to fall asleep, the mates were grateful for Aunty Hanji stepping in and saving the day more than once. Mikasa and Armin had both decided they wanted to see the world before children and Sasha and Connie were of the same mind. Jean had found love with one of the trainee girls and Levi gave him shit for it as often as he could. Of the original squad only Hanji remained single, but she didn't seem to care, she said herself she was married to science and Marley had opened a whole new world for her. Paradis and Marley now had an open trade agreement, once in a while one group or the other would stumble upon a titan or two, even once coming across a group who seemed intent on reviving the titans. It'd been a long time, but finally things were stable between the two countries. When the twins grew older, Levi would sometimes go out on missions, or Eren if it was with his friends, that's not to say he didn't make friends with the recruits, after all after 9 years they were hardly strangers, and hardly recruits. But he didn't have that same history as he did with the others so it was harder to form the same bond, especially given that he was more interested in running the inn and chasing after his family, than going out to scout the land. No sign was found of Reiner and Bertholt, it'd become assumed they'd left Paradis soon after the ending of the war, soon they fell from their friends minds as they all grew busy with their own lives. Annie had awoken after 3 years, she'd promptly left to carve out her own future. Ymir and Historia had opted not to have children, though they'd agree that if anything catastrophic was to happen, they'd take all four of Eren's and Levi's. * Eren didn't want to tell Levi something was wrong. It'd been harder and harder lately to get out of bed, his head throbbing, and his whole body was shiver and shake uncontrollably, it was getting harder and harder to hide from his mate. Yawning he stretched out in bed, his hips throbbing from the previous nights activities. Even after 10 years of being bonded, their sex life was still very much active, sometimes even sneaking off for not so secret sex in the forest, Eren loved the thrill of "anyone could catch us, at any moment". Levi loved that Eren had been able to love himself again and find a way to become comfortable enough for such adventures. He winced as he pushed himself up, noticing that both his feet were numb, pulling back the blankets, he nearly screamed. Much like Annie had hardened her shell, the same power had hardened his feet and it ran all the way up the backs of his calves, pushing on the afflicted area, he felt nothing. No sensation or warmth, just cold stone. Tears formed in his eyes, he remembered something about the curse of Ymir Fritz, but he had never thought it would happen to him. He'd thought that the curse was the mental instability of the royal bloodline, the insanity that had driven them to suicide. It seemed not so in his case. Cautiously he slid from the bed, he could walk, but just barely. He could feel the affliction spreading. This was it. He was almost glad that Levi and the children had already headed out for the day. Levi would have them working the fields before it got too hot. Moving to the wardrobe he pulled out his Survey uniform. Even though he was still considered an officer, and a new uniform ordered each year, it's been a long time since he'd actually worn it. The fabric felt like an old friend as he pulled the uniform on. His boots were even worse, the lack of flexibility in his feet meant having to unlace them completely before being able to put them on, the last uniform piece he placed on was his manoeuvre gear, Hanji had vastly improved it with the use of Marley technology, but it still held the same basic shape and principles of use. Sitting on the bed he didn't know what to do, he couldn't stop the process, that much he was certain of, but he didn't want to just "die", hell he didn't want to die at all. The idea of leaving his children broke his heart, especially as Reni was the same age as he'd been when he lost his own mother. His fingers fumbled as he stretched to reach the bedside table, it's taken a few attempts to open the draw and withdraw a pencil and some paper, Levi kept it there for when the twins wanted to draw and scribble in their room. He didn't know how to sum up all he felt "I love you and thank you for loving me" He'd written and scrunched up a small pile of paper before settling on this one sentence. He knew that Levi knew the true extent of his feelings and prayed his alpha would be able to raise their children, he prayed for Levi's happiness, he couldn't apologise enough to his alpha for what was happening, and it wasn't like apologising was going to change the fact. He folded the paper and wiped his eyes, kissing it he placed it upon Levi's pillow and forced himself up, his feet were little more than dead weight and he had to shuffle and lift his legs to move. "Walking" outside, he positioned himself in front of the well, the central part of the town. He took one last look around the town and took a deep breath. He fixed his pose and his body began to rapidly harden, turning him into a statue. Ymir and her power dying with him. * Levi had come through the back door, the girls had picked so many berries and he was looking forward to feeding them to Eren lately. He hoped that it might sweeten and loosen his tongue. He knew his omega was keeping something from him, but usually when given time, Eren would confide in him. He gathered a small handful and rinsed them before asking the boys to help the twins wash the rest, he headed up to the room he shared with his love, only to be met with confusion. His omega wasn't there and there was letter on his pillow, he read the note, his eyes began to tear and the berries fell from his grip, momentarily forgotten. He cast a glance around the room and realised the wardrobe was open... Eren was gone? No... Levi clutched the letter as he ran down the stairs and out the front door. He slowly spun in a circle once outside, it took a moment before he realised that something was off, turning back towards the well, he realised what. Levi's body shook as he forced himself towards the figure of Eren, he could tell immediately what had happened and the howl he let out resonated through the whole town. His alpha shattered, just like his heart, all he could do was sink to his knees and howl in despair. Hanji had come running at his heart wrenching cries. Her own wails soon joined his as she sunk down next to the alpha, he her friend close, the man clutching at her shirt, sobbing. It only took a few moments before the others joined them, the twins running over to their father, clearly confused as he pulled them up against him, Reni and Viren took a moment before realising something was very wrong. The statue of their mother hadn't been there before, and it was so very life like. Though both confused, they wrapped their arms around their father and sisters. The small family in a world of pain. * Reni and Viren both followed in their footsteps, joining the military. Reni was as Eren suspected an alpha and Viren an omega. The girls were both betas, and chose to spend their later years exploring. Levi never left the town after Eren had "died", he'd spend hours sitting and talking to his lover, it was the first thing he'd do every morning. He hoped he'd done enough to make his mate proud. The first year had been the hardest. The corps had suspended all missions and Hanji had basically moved into the inn, Levi altering between anger and sitting for hours catatonic. It was heart breaking to watch. The twins didn't understand and would cry for Eren, the boys held it together a little better, they seemed to feel obligated to step up and care for Evi and Eve. Levi would also alternate between needing them near and having their friends take them camping or exploring, he didn't want to deprive them of a childhood, Eren wouldn't want it and neither did he. Out of all their friends Sasha was the first to fall pregnant, Mikasa not long after, she and Armin named their son Eren and Levi had sobbed over the tiny boy, Sasha immediately decided that her daughter was marrying him. Jean and his girlfriend, who was funnily enough named Hannah, also had a girl, but that was 3 years later. They made the decision to only notify Historia and Ymir of Eren's death, they all felt it was best for Eren's death not to be advertised, as far as the public knew, the omega had found his own happiness and hope. They wouldn't shatter the image they held. Hanji started a new project after Eren's death. She'd begun to write a complete record of everything they'd all been through, she called the book she'd created her letter to those 2000 years in the future. * Levi chose to take his own life in the end, it'd been 20 years since Eren's death and he'd raised 4 amazing children, all of which had their own paths now. He'd mixed in Hanji's strongest sleeping medication into his evening tea. He'd dressed in his own uniform before heading down to sit with Eren's statue. He hoped his lover wouldn't be mad, but everything was so painful these days, the years of pushing his body so hard had caught up. He downed the bitter brew before pressing a kiss to Eren's cold stone lips, tears ran silently down his face and he slowly sat down against Eren. That was how Hanji had found him the next morning. The death seemed so tragically beautiful, Levi had lasted much longer than she'd expected, she couldn't fault him at all for it.