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futurecorps3 · 5 months

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Summary: Sirius and reader plan a romantic dinner for a very tired Remus Pairing: Poly!wolfstar x reader Warnings: mentions of sex and that’s all, I think! It's fluff and post!war where absolutely nothing went wrong because Reggie was a spy for the Order just like in canon duh Word Count: 1.4K Requested: No

Sirius leaned against the kitchen counter, a playful twinkle in his eyes, and said, "You know, love, if our cooking skills don't impress Moony tonight, at least our charm will do the trick." Y/N laughed, adding a bit more salt to the pasta they had been working on for about an hour now.

"Bet your pretty smile and my dazzling gaze will be fit enough… I really hope he likes it though," she mumbled that last part, feeling a pair of arms round her from the back. "I'm sure he'll love it," Sirius whispered, kissing his girl's cheek and moving on to whisk the eggs for the brownies they were baking for dessert.

It was Remus' first year as a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts. He had started the charge right after the war ended, and the trio had settled into a lovely flat on Eaton Square—a two-story building bought with Black family money. ("One thing my mum and dad will be good for!" Sirius had said back when he bought it.) They were slowly transforming it into a home. During the war, they realized they had the power to turn even a cavern into a warm place, as long as the three of them were together.

For the past week, Remus had come home absolutely drained. When he jumped into bed or the couch with them, he'd fall asleep right away and still wake up tired. Sirius and Y/N were aware that he was struggling to adapt to new routines; going from spending all his time with the people he almost lost to teaching six classes a day with minimal breaks was becoming challenging for him.

He'd adjust eventually and would be back to his old self, but for now, their boy was tired, and all they wanted was to treat him with every ounce of love and care he deserved. So, when Remus told them that he'd be coming home earlier that Friday, they decided to go all out with a romantic home-cooked dinner.

"Can you try this? I-I think it's a bit insipid," she said, stirring the cream-based sauce that was ready to serve, pouring a bit onto the back of her hand for Sirius to lick. His tongue gathered the liquid, and his eyes opened in shock. "That's amazing! D-don't change anything; it's perfect, baby," he smiled, grabbing the spoon from his girlfriend and taking more of it into his mouth, directly from the spoon to then place it back inside the boiling pot.

He either didn't mind or didn't think about it; knowing him, it was probably the latter. "Sirius, no!" she half-scolded while laughing, slapping his shoulder playfully. "Wouldn't be the first time my saliva is in either yours or Moony's mou- oi!" he snickered as the girl assaulted him again, all tiny hands against his broad figure. "You're disgusting," Y/N smiled, walking over to the dining table where a white tablecloth was set.

While the noodles cooked and her boyfriend danced to Queen while baking their last course planned for the night, she set the table. Y/N knew her boys to perfection, and Remus had always appreciated neat and aesthetically pleasing settings for their dates, and while this was not exactly one, she wanted it all to be perfect. Before coming home from a job interview that day, she stopped by and bought some candles and a nice bottle of wine; red. He loved red wine.

As she picked the bottle, she wondered how many bottles they'd collect as time passed and their flat became truly theirs. She smiled.

"Love, the water's doing it again…" she heard Sirius warn in a quiet panic and almost giggled. "Just stir them for a bit and turn off the stove; they're almost done," the girl reassured as she placed the brand-new silverware Regulus and James had gotten them when they first moved in neatly over the tablecloth, right next to the plates and careful that no wax could reach them when the candles eventually melted.

When all places were set and ready to be occupied—a bouquet of red roses and baby's breath in Remus', courtesy of their boyfriend—she returned to the kitchen. Her pasta was done, and brownies were in the oven. She found Sirius cleaning his rings, which he hadn't bothered to take off and were now covered in flour, delicate fingers gently scrubbing off the white powder.

Y/N took in the sight of him. He was going on about something that happened to him on the way home, about how he fought a lady for Moony's bouquet or something. She really didn't care when he looked like that. His long, black hair was tied in a messy bun with his wand, with a few strands falling out, a Rolling Stones t-shirt he turned into a crop top let a glimpse of his v-line show, as if it was purposely teasing his girlfriend, jeans hanging low and covered in flour.

Fuck. She scored. "… and so I told he- what are you doing?" he questioned when approached. Y/N stepped between the sink and his body, looking up at him while biting her lip. He felt her fingers hook on the empty belt loops of his pants, making him press flush against her body. "You're too pretty for this world; did you know that? Who gave you permission, Sirius? Do you think it's okay to be this perfect and just… exist like you're not this gorgeous?" she asked in all seriousness, making him blush and snicker at her flirting.

They were always like that with each other. Always flirting. Always trying to make each other blush. That, until Remus stepped in and made them both blush, fluster, and giggle like twelve-year-olds who just pecked someone else's lips for the first time.

"Careful. My brownies are still in the oven, and Moony won't take long in getting home," he warned, his eyes darkening a bit. "And?" she teased, scratching the bit of stomach exposed he displayed. "And if I bend you over-the-counter right now, dessert will be ruined, Remus will get too distracted in punishing us, and dinner will never happen. Just be patient," he groaned, stroking her face and kissing the corner of her lips, turning to clean his hands once again.

She ran her hands through his chest and screamed into his back in frustration, making his chest bubble with laughter. Right after, keys jingled in the front door, and they were both quickly at the door, smiling at each other like they held some secret intel Remus could never know about, and in some sense, they did.

Their boyfriend walked through the door, looking at them like they had grown two heads as he discarded his coat and boots by the door. "Well, hello," he smirked, walking over them and kissing their lips gently. "Are you baking something? I thought we'd do that on Saturday when Harry came over," he asked, trying to peek over their heads before Y/N pulled his head down with both her hands on his cheeks.

"We've got a surprise. Go change into something more comfortable and meet us in the dining hall." She smiled. "Dining hall?" Remus laughed, shaking his head as he felt electricity running through him with the information. Sirius remained serious as he nodded at their girlfriend's statement. "Yes, the dining hall, dear. Now go, c'mon," he encouraged, patting his shoulders as he walked away.

They used the time he took in putting some joggers and a shirt on to serve the pasta and place it on the table. Pads took care of the wine and looked up giddily at their boy paddling through the floor in disbelief. "Come sit." Y/N smiled gently, having changed the record to The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars; Remus' favorite. "Oh, I absolutely despise you both," he said, running a scarred hand through his curls as he approached the table with a soft smile playing on his lips.

Remus eyed the food, the table, and the soft music playing in the background, somehow managing to keep it together. Until he saw the flowers. He picked them up and looked at his partners with utter adoration in his eyes. "Fuck you," he laughed as tears prickled his eyes, making his boyfriend and girlfriend walk over to him to engulf him in a tight hug.

He felt safe and protected, even when he was very clearly towering over both of them. "We know you've been having a hard time coping with change, so we wanted to do something special for you," Y/N mumbled against his chest, stroking his back comfortingly. "The things I cooked might be shit… know I made them with a lot of love though," Sirius joked, kissing Remus' cheeks, which left a salty taste in his mouth. Moony laughed airily.

Surrounded by the warmth of his partners, Remus felt a surge of emotion. It wasn't just relief; it was a profound sense of belonging. Y/N's lips pressed against his cheek, leaving a lingering warmth, while Sirius's hand ruffled his hair in a gesture that felt both affectionate and familiar. "Come on, or it'll get cold."

They sat at the table, humming to the tunes playing in the background as they rambled about their day, sharing minutes of comfortable silence accompanied by loving glances out of nowhere. After the war ended, this is what they longed for. The trio would never forget how they fantasized about simpler times while laying on icy surfaces or in the woods, praying to whoever was willing to listen for a crumb of grace and a bit of luck to find solace after all that was done with.

As their eyes locked, there was an unspoken promise of enjoying the one thing they dreamed of a few years ago lingering in the air. They were giving themselves and each other a gentler life, a kinder environment, and a safe haven they could always go to. A safe haven with great pasta.

"Shit, dove… this is amazing! Where's the recipe from?" Remus exclaimed, resisting the urge to lick the plate and limiting himself to only gathering the leftover sauce with his fork like a civilized person. "I called Effie.” "Bless her soul," Sirius groaned in a solemn tone, licking the plate. Moony chuckled and drank the last bit of his wine as Y/N playfully scolded him. How he loved them, he thought.

Y/N slipped off her shoes and started prancing around to the music with a glass of wine on her way to serve dessert, a pair of warm smiles beaming at her going unnoticed as she was too lost in the beats. She paid attention to the plating, so she grabbed the small plates they had with tiny flowers on them and sprinkled some powdered sugar on top of the brownies her boyfriend baked.

"Here you go." She smiled, kissing both Sirius' and Remus' cheeks as she put the plates in front of them after putting hers on the place, sitting back down the next second. They bit into the pastry at the same time Padfoot waited for their verdict. "So? How'd I do?" He asks, in a concerned state his partners found hilarious, seeing how seriously he was taking the whole situation.

Y/N's expression turned into a disgusted frown as she chewed but quickly replaced it with a smile, making the change obvious to Sirius. "What was that!?" the black-haired boy said with wide eyes, taking a bite off the dessert himself and frowning when he actually found it good. "Come on love, it can't be that bad," Remus said, biting into his piece and closing his eyes in disgust in a very exaggerated manner.

"The-they're good, baby." She smiles, leaving the large piece untouched in her plate as she looked at him with sympathetic eyes. "I tried them; I did a bloody great job, so don't co-". His partners erupted in laughter. Moony almost cried, and Y/N's tummy hurt as Sirius shook his head with an upset pout.

"You're so mean. I hate you both. I'll never bake for you again!" "No, love, come on! We're sorry I-I just saw where Y/N was going and played along," Remus laughed, reaching over to engulf him in a hug, but his boyfriend pulled away, back facing his smiling face. He couldn't avoid the love for too long, cornered between his girlfriend who also reached out to embrace him.

"They're really good, Sirius! Come here; I-I'm sorry." "Why do you keep laughing!?" He whined with a little smirk playing at his lips he tried hard to contain when he found himself sandwiched between his loves. "No, ge-get off!" he playfully fought in-between giggles, trying to squirm out of Moony's arms, failing miserably. Y/N jumped over to them and kissed Sirius' face repeatedly.

"I-I'm leaving this house! Stop, Y/N, there's no changing my mind." He laughed. "We won't let you go; hate to break it to ya'." "Yup, I'm kissing you until you forgive us." They collapsed in giggles with sore bellies, letting go and going back to their spots to finish their desserts. "You did a splendid job, darling." Remus smiles, biting happily into his brownie. "Yes, they're amazing." Y/N assured and presses one last kiss to Sirius' cheek.

After several stories, laughs, warm smiles, and kisses were shared, they all decided to call it a night. Y/N grabbed one of Padfoot's shirts and a pair of Moony's socks, throwing them on before brushing her teeth and washing her face as her boyfriends got ready as well.

They jumped into the two queen beds they had joined and covered only with a soft silk sheet Sirius had insisted on getting since it was spring; They liked to cuddle, and if for some reason they covered more, they'd be kicking away in their sleep so they could be fresher.

Usually, Y/N would sleep between them, but today Remus took her spot and they were all comfortable with that. He wrapped his arms around his partners and kissed both of their heads, feeling exhaustion wash over him as their limbs pressed against all of his body; engulfed by love and warmth he craved his whole life before they came into the picture. "Thank you," he sighed, "for everything."

"Anything for our Moony," was heard in a soft whisper in the dark room, and with that, they drifted off to sleep.

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The Boy in the Window 3 ~ Tommy Shelby x Reader (Series)

Chapter Summary: (Y/N) has to make the best of the situation until Tommy returns, and when he does, he brings with him a harsh truth and a strange request

Notes: I feel overwhelmed with all your support, comments, reactions and feedback to the previous parts and I hope this one doesn't disappoint. I do not consent to my work being translated, copied or posted elsewhere on this platform or any other.

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Warning: Canon conforming mention of violence. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Expect spoilers for Peaky Blinders Season 1-4.

Wordcount: 3889

Part 3

[Previously]

Both Emma and Charlie were nothing short of delighted at the prospect of spending more time together. All the while (Y/N) couldn't help the bitter taste in her mouth. Only a few days ago, she didn’t have to constantly rake her thoughts due to Mr. Thomas Shelby OBE and his little son, who had his father’s eyes and none of his nature.

And yet, here she was.

Charlie had arrived half changed, but in the bag his father had dropped, she had found clothes, toiletries and toys. The clothes might have been folded once, but had been packed so carelessly, they had grown wrinkled. Her work at Mrs. Cook had made her familiar with all sorts of fabric. Those used to make his clothes were none but the best money could buy, worked with expert technique. But they weren't sturdy enough for the kind of winters they had in Small Heath.

"We have to find you something warmer to wear!", She said to Charlie, after having searched through what he had to offer. As soon as she had gotten up, however, his hand grabbed her skirt as if he still feared she would slip away.

Charlie was about Emma's size, but she couldn't just put him in her thick tights even if it would do more to keep him warm than his soft and smooth socks. Half of them even had his initials embroidered at the ankle.

"Emma, darling, would you mind letting Charlie borrow some of your socks?", She asked.

"Alright. But not the green ones."

No, those were her absolute favourite and while she liked the boy, she didn't like him quite enough for that.

Since they were the only residents left in this house, she had the luxury of two bedrooms- one for Emma and one for her. She gave Emma her old room, and tried to make it as nice and as open as possible, with just a cupboard, wardrobe, and a small writing desk.

The larger cupboards, the tub, the water basin and all the rest had made her own bedroom rather crowded, but at least Emma had room to move and play.

"You can keep your toys in your room?", Charlie asked Emma as he noticed the painted cubes she used to build houses, castles and forts.

"You don't?"

He shook his head.

"Frances says I'll not sleep but spend all night playing."

As they compared the hands they had been dealt, (Y/N) pulled out a pair of grey, thick woollen socks which her own mother had knitted ages ago.

"There.", She said, once she had pulled them over Charlie's original socks.

"They're itchy.", He complained, tugging at the fabric where it touched his knee above his other, merino wool sock.

"But we can go ice skating in them!", Emma giggled. "Mummy please! Please!"

"Alright.", (Y/N) agreed. "But not too fast and not too wild. I don't want either one of you getting hurt."

Lord help me if Tommy Shelby's son breaks a bone in my house.

Because no one else would.

Downstairs once more, she rolled up the carpet and moved away anything that might topple from the cupboards.

"How do we go ice skating inside?", Charlie wanted to know.

"I'll show you!"

Emma pushed herself up against the wall and made herself as thin as possible. Then she began to run as fast as her little legs would take her before jumping.

She landed on her feet, but the push from her run sent her slithering down the length of the corridor, both her arms outstretched for balance.

Charlie's eyes widened.

He showed infinitely more caution at his first attempt, dragging his feet instead of running until he got a hang of how the socks slipped on the old, worn wood.

But she could see the glint in his eyes and the beginnings of a beaming smile.

Soon enough they were pulling each other across the corridor, accompanied by cheerful shouts and breathless laughter.

Now that the children were occupied, (Y/N) returned to the kitchen, both to clean up what remained of breakfast to sort through her thoughts and fears. Her fingers brushed over the scrapes on her palms, from where she had broken her fall.

“Mummy, what’s wrong?”, Emma asked.

Her eyes snapped up, and she met the gaze of two pairs of concerned eyes.

Her daughter had abandoned her seat at the kitchen table and climbed into her lap, reaching out to cup her face.

"Are you ill?"

She offered them a sorry attempt at a smile and pressed a kiss to the palm of her daughter's hand, right to the spot she'd always stroke to settle her ever since she had been a baby.

“I'm just a bit tired.", She said.

"Why?"

"Because I had a very bad dream last night."

Although it was not entirely truthful, it didn't feel like a lie, not truly.

“Dad get’s bad dreams too.”, Charlie said, watching from the place he had been given next to Emma and across from her.

“Does he now?”, she asked, as her own voice sounded more hollow than it had in a long time. It was strange to hear, especially about a man like that. Even (Y/N) found it surprising to know that he, after all he had done, was still human enough to succumb to something as childish as nightmares.

Both children were looking at her and so she had to speak.

“Everyone gets nightmares.”, she quickly said, lifting Emma from her lap. “Now, why don’t I clear the table and you can show Charlie your coloured pencils, hm?”

To her relief, and concern in equal measure, Thomas Shelby did not return in time for supper.

Nor when it began to grow dark outside.

“Are we going back to Charlie’s house now?”, Emma asked.

“That’s not my house!”, he insisted at once, his cheeks turning red.

(Y/N) didn’t miss how he curled his hands into fists.

“I live with Dad and Frances.”

“No, we’re not!”, she quickly said, before they could begin to argue, smoothing down his hair. “You’ll sleep here tonight.”

At once, Charlie's shoulders relaxed as his hand which had been a fist mere seconds ago searched for hers to hold.

But Emma’s bed was too small for the both of them and she doubted Charlie would feel comfortable sleeping in a room all by himself. So she decided to let them sleep in her bed together, which made Emma giggle in excitement at being allowed in “the big bed” on her own.

When (Y/N) returned upstairs with a heated brick wrapped in cloth to keep them warm during the night, she heard them giggling at the realisation that they could lie across as well.

“None of this once you’re meant to sleep!”, she remarked sternly, tucking them in the right way round.

They chose another fairy tale for tonight, Snow-White and Rose-Red, before they said their good night prayer, their song and their kisses.

Just like last night, Charlie didn’t seem too content, only this time he snuggled himself into his pillow while staring at her with those piercing Shelby eyes, but while his father’s held nothing but malice and cruelty, his were filled with something resembling a plea.

It took (Y/N) a moment to understand what he didn’t dare to say out loud.

“Would you like a kiss too?”, she finally asked.

Cautiously he nodded, as if he was asking a high tribute and feared to make her cross. (Y/N) leaned over and kissed his forehead, and when she pulled back, he was beaming at her like she had given him the greatest gift.

For a good half hour or so she sat in front of Emma’s room and listened. First there were still whispers and giggles interrupted by Charlie.

“Shh. We have to be more quiet!”, he reminded Emma over and over again.

It almost made her smile.

But soon their voices subsided, replaced by nothing but slow and steady breaths and tranquillity - something she no longer saw herself trusting. Not after last night.

She checked on them again and again, getting up from her sewing work at the kitchen table to see and all she found were sleeping children.

Still, there was no sign of Charlie’s father. Not that night. And finally, at half past ten, (Y/N) too went to bed.

Since she has given them her own bed, she slept in Emma's, or at least tried to, as her her dreams were haunted by pale blue eyes once more.

She awoke before the children, washing herself and brushing out her hair. Just as she put on her dressing gown, she could see a silhouette in the window across the courtyard. And she knew he had seen her too.

Just like her, he wasn’t dressed yet, staring out into the early morning with a bare chest and a cigarette between his lips.

The tattoos on his pale chest looked like ancient carvings on marble stone. And his eyes shone as they met hers, unwilling to break away.

To her surprise, (Y/N) realised that no chill ran down her spine, no icy grip closed around her heart.

But only because he had a look in them which she had seen once before - two lifetimes ago, when they had been little more than children.

It had been a look of anguish he hadn't been able to show, not truly, which had been followed by a confession so painful, that it had made her eyes burn with tears.

Even now, nearly fifteen years later and in spite of everything that had transpired between them, the memory made her heart clench with a pain that was not her own.

Quickly, she averted her eyes, because like then, she had become witness to something he hadn't wished anyone to see.

After checking on the children, finding them both once more in a tangled mess of arms, legs, sheets and pillows, complete with Emma’s favourite stuffed animals of Duffie the teddy bear and Mrs. Tatters, a rabbit with impossibly long ears, she went downstairs and put the kettle on.

When the shadow dimmed the faint morning light, she braced herself for anything.

By now he had pulled on trousers and a white undershirt, but even despite the cold, he wore no coat.

It almost seemed like he had truly become immune to human emotions, but his eyes told another story.

Without further ado, (Y/N) let him in, if only for fear of what might happen if she refused.

“The children are still asleep.”, she said, barely daring to glance in his direction. “I'll go and wake Charlie.”

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him shake his head faintly.

Two nights ago he had terrified her to the core. Yesterday morning, he had moved so fast she hadn’t even had time to think but now he looked like he could be toppled by a gust of wind.

And he seemed to have aged a decade since last she saw him.

Watching him stand in her kitchen, frozen to the spot with his eyes staring out into nothingness, (Y/N) didn’t know what to do with him.

He didn’t want her to get his son, but did he want her to leave? Would it be appropriate for her to? This was still her house after all.

Perhaps he expected something of her. He must have done, else he wouldn't have come.

"W-would you like some tea?”, she finally asked, her fingers smoothing down the fabric of her dressing gown in a desperate attempt to end the uncertain silence.

“Tea?”, he asked, as if the word itself was foreign to him.

She nodded faintly.

“I made some.”

(Y/N) placed a cup before him and watched him stare at the steam rising from it. He neither touched it, nor the sugar or the milk she provided. He just stared, but she knew he was seeing anything but the old wood of her kitchen table.

She didn’t dare leave. Instead, she leaned against the counter and watched him. The Blinders were known for their emphasis on expensive clothing and fashion, and the golden pocket watches of the Shelby brothers were infamous.

So she did not know what to make of the silent, half undressed man in her kitchen with unkempt hair and wide, unseeing eyes.

“Mr Shelby?”, she finally dared to ask, with a little more persistence this time.

“Is there anything I can get you?”

It wasn’t the smartest thing she had ever said, but she had to say something, didn’t she?

He lifted his head slowly, as if, like Atlas, he had to carry the world on his shoulders.

A few moments passed where he seemed to stare into her, body and soul, until he finally chose to speak. His voice couldn’t have sounded more different if he had said the words from the underworld itself.

“John’s dead.”

(Y/N) felt like all the air had been knocked from her lungs and to her surprise, her own hands trembled as they pulled a chair for herself. It had been years since had laid eyes on her brother's childhood friend.

John, in her mind, was always the way he had been at thirteen- with red cheeks and long blonde hair, which was always slightly messy under a crooked cap. He was charming and naughty and cocky, often twirling some new trinket in his hand which he had acquired due to quick and steady fingers, but above all she remembered him to be loud.

Everything about him was loud, his voice, his steps, his anger, his laughter- all loud and brash and boyish.

Of all the men who had gone to France, John Shelby returned the most like he had gone, even if he had to return to a dead wife and orphaned children.

He was still loud and playful and had somehow retained that youthful face, while his brother Arthur seemed to have aged half a century.

“John’s dead.”, he said once more, as if he had to convince himself of the fact

“Michael’s injured and John’s dead.”

“Mr. Gray?”, (Y/N) asked.

Polly Gray’s son’s reappearance did not go unnoticed. Little of the things she did, didn’t find their ways into the bathhouse or church bench chatter.

She was the one that featured most prominently in gossip talk about the Shelby Family, the one people dared to talk most about.

An avid church goer, who ran a betting shop all through the war all on her own.

An apparent open Catholic, who still practised her occult magic, laying curses and holding seances, talking to the dead and the like.

Her children, who were lost, and the son that had returned.

A woman, who gave money generously to good causes and was on trial for the murder of a police man.

Tommy Shelby gave a single nod, before dropping his head. She couldn’t see his face, but she heard the heaving sound of his breath.

“I’m sorry.”, she said, because what else was there to say?

John was his brother.

Edith’s death had nearly shattered her, so quickly had it come and gone, without a chance to say goodbye. When her brother died, it had been a long process, so she had been prepared.

In a way, she had begun to mourn him long before he had even passed. But that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt to lose the man he had become and above all the boy he had once been.

“So am I.”, he whispered.

Before she could say more, she heard footsteps on the stairs, followed by giggles.

“Morning Mummy!”, Emma sang, skipping down the hall before she froze, staring at the newcomer.

“Who are you?”, she demanded to know, leaning forward to get a better view of him.

"Dad!”, Charlie exclaimed, running past Emma and jumping into his arms.

Tommy Shelby caught him and held him in his arms, for a moment daring to press his head against his son’s. Another sight, (Y/N) felt, she was not supposed to see.

When he let go, Charlie was still sitting on his knee, beaming from ear to ear as he told him about the games and the stories, about the hot chocolate she had made them last night, which he liked, even if it tasted different than Frances’ and about how Emma and he jumped on the bed-

“Oh!”, he gasped, staring at (Y/N) with wide eyes, as he realised it was too late to rein in his excitement.

“Jumping on my bed?”, she asked Emma, who laughed as she buried her face in her mother’s tummy, not noticing the tight hold she had on her shoulders, ready to pull her away at any given second, out of his sight - out of his reach.

There was talk of wolves in sheep’s clothing, sneaking into the enclosure and waiting for the right moment to strike.

She now had a wolf sitting at her kitchen table, and yet while she still feared him, he didn’t seem frightening - not now.

Not when he didn’t even seem to understand the language his son was speaking, let alone the meaning of his words.

He only stared at him with wide eyes and slightly parted lips.

It would only be a matter of time until his son realised the change in him, unless he was distracted- and she felt neither one was ready for that conversation.

In playful scolding, she clicked her tongue.

“My, my. And there I was thinking you’d been so good I could make you poor knights with jam for breakfast!”

Emma’s head shot up as she wrapped her arms around her waist, jumping up and down.

“Oh please Mummy, please. I’ll be good. I’ll be so good, we both will. Won’t we, Charlie?”

“Yes!”, Charlie agreed, nodding eagerly. “Tell her Dad!”

The poor man looked entirely lost, when his son addressed him, (Y/N) almost pitied him. Almost. But enough to help him.

"Alright then, but I expect you both to help.”

It took thrice as long, with her two little helpers, but they tried and Charlie was especially excited to be allowed to beat the eggs and turn the bread. It also distracted him from his father’s state.

But Emma wasn’t as easily distracted.

The newcomer fascinated her, and she wasn’t above treating him like a curiosity.

"Charlie says you have all the fastest horses in England.”, she announced, building herself up to her full height in front of the most dangerous man in the country.

And yet, he did not look dangerous now. Instead, he looked downright scared, as he faced Emma’s gaze.

“Darling, help me with the sugar!”, (Y/N) called, ushering her away. She felt his eyes follow.

The children thoroughly dug into their breakfast, but Tommy Shelby didn’t even look at it, despite the plate she had sat before him.

“I’ve got other things…”, she tried. Gangster or not, he was still her guest, and she could sense her mother turning in her grave at the thought of a guest in this house going hungry, especially a guest she herself had fed a long time ago.

But he shook his head. Then, he got up and gestured to the doorway.

(Y/N) followed.

Without looking at her, he leaned closer. She recoiled until her back hit the wall, making him freeze. Swallowing hard he took a small step back and raised his hands in resignation. He also averted his eyes.

“There’s things to be done…things I have to do.”

Even when he addressed her, he kept his gaze averted.

“I wanted to leave him with Polly but she’s not exactly open to distractions right now. And he barely knows Ada and doesn’t remember Linda at all so, ah,”

He cleared his throat. “Can I leave him here? Just till things are sorted?”

(Y/N) gasped, glancing around.

“Mr. Shelby I-”

“I’ll pay.”, he said at once. “Whatever you make, I’ll double it. And I’ll make sure your employers won’t make trouble.”

“Oh no, they won’t be trouble!”, she insisted. Well, she couldn’t guarantee that, but the last thing she wanted was to cause poor Mrs. Cook to have to deal with the Peaky Blinders. No one deserved that.

“They let me work from home to watch Emma.”, she assured him.

His eyes followed her hand to see the basket with clothes in need of repairs and he nodded.

Reaching into the pocket of his trousers, he pulled out a pile of crumpled up bills.

“No.”, she insisted. It was too much- far too much.

“For the groceries.”, he mumbled. “You left them at the house.”

(Y/N) felt her cheeks heat up. For that money she could buy out the grocery shop, and probably the shoemaker next door too- with enough spare change to buy tea for Emma and herself at the tea shop.

“I can’t accept this much money.”, she whispered under her breath as she heard Emma laugh at Charles for his “berry moustache”.

He shook his head and muttered something so low she could not hear, as he simply reached out and placed it into the pocket of her dressing gown.

(Y/N) fought the desire to flinch away from him once more, even if this time his hands were gentle.

“I’ll come in when I can to see Charlie but I..I don’t know when or how often. There’s too much to be done. Just too much to be done.”

He was muttering like a man possessed but then his hand found her arm and gave it a squeeze.

“Please.”, he insisted, as his eyes locked her in place.

“I just need to know someone’s there to take care of him. Someone who won't pretend to just fucking forget.”

(Y/N) swallowed hard. She wouldn’t dream of handing over Emma to a person whom she barely knew. Let alone barely more than a day after pointing a gun at their head.

“Can you do that?”, he asked.

“Well, I suppose, but-”

“Thank you!”

With that, he left her standing and crouched down in front of his son.

“Do you like your breakfast?”, he asked.

Charlie nodded through a mouthful.

“Good.”, he said, stroking his hair. “You know when I said we’d be staying in that house over there?”

Charlie nodded once more, his chewing stopping.

“Little change of plans. You’ll stay with (Y/N) for a bit. Would you like that?”

His eyes lit up at his words.

“Can he?”, Emma demanded to know, squirming in her seat.

“Now I’ll come visit, but I don’t know when.”, Tommy Shelby told his son. “ I need you to be a good boy for me, eh? Don’t make trouble.”

“I won’t, I promise!”, he insisted with half a mouthful of toast and jam.

With that, he wrapped his son in a tight embrace, before kissing the side of his head. (Y/N) noticed that he didn't dare let go until Charlie had began to pull back.

After he had put him down, he left without another word. A week ago, (Y/N) thought as she sat down at her kitchen table with the children, her fingers reaching for the cup of tea he hadn't even touched, my life was perfectly ordinary.

End of Part 3

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quillkiller · 2 months

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hiii jen, sending in marytunia for the ask game bc they’re all i think about….would love ur thoughts <3

hiiii i literally love them so much. i was sent an ask about them a few months ago and it changed me forever i fear but i haven’t thought about them in so long….. and i see your tags about them and now @sugarsnappeases is dming about them and im soooooo. so so so.

makes sense/compels me. i dare say

like even in canon i think they could make sense ?? im imagining mary spending the summer at lilys house/mary and lily being best friends and petunia resenting it and absolutely resenting mary. her and lily growing further and further apart from each other…. i imagine lily sneaking out at night, meeting some boy or girl. or when she eventually ends up dating james and sneaking out to see him. and it leaves mary alone in lilys room and thats when her and petunia get closer. maybe lily doesn’t even know…. and eventually mary and petunia are falling asleep together after staying up all night talking

i also especially love it if marys a muggleborn witch, which intrigues petunia will and at first causes a lot of jealousy and resentment. maybe even. dare i say. resentment from mary towards lily because lily is this wonder child, teachers favorite, everyones favorite ?? like mary loves lily but i feel like we’ve all been the ’funny friend’ or ’the ””ugly”” friend’ and that’s how i feel sometimes mary felt being best friends with lily. also none of this is lilys fault obviously she didnt ask for any of this. anyway!!!!!

petunia resents mary, shes obsessed with her, and why does lily even like her so fucking much, and is this what it could’ve been like between me and lily if i had also been a witch, and why are her eyes so golden anyway, and why does she give me these secretive smiles, and why am i up past my bed time waiting to hear lilys foot steps when she sneaks out so i know marys alone, and why am i even walking over there, normal people dont have these sort of feelings for other girls, and im normal, vernon likes me so much, hes a good respectable man, he’d be a good provider, but mary is just so nice, she’s so interesting, and is she falling asleep on my shoulder? i’ll never ever move again, what would lily say if she saw us like this, her lips are so close to my neck, what does mary see in lily anyway, lily is arrogant and gets whatever she wants, what about what i want, she doesn’t even appreciate mary, she leaves her alone nearly every night, how could she not want to wake up with mary every single morning, mary is magic, she makes me feel like magic

also especially good if mary is in love with/or thinks she is with lily.. i love a good angsty secret summer romance plot :/ also love it if petunia feels secretly vindictive whenever mary sneaks into her room. taking something that ’belongs’ to lily

ALSO. also. love it if mary shows up at petunias house after the first war. after lily is dead. thinking maybe they would grieve. be there for each other. but they’re blaming each other. why didn’t you fight? petunia asks, eyes glued the floor. why didn’t you protect my sister?

maybe i also wanted to live a normal fucking life, mary spits back at her, jugdment hot and heavy in her tone. petunia feels nothing but shame when she goes to bed that night. a bed made of it— and her perfectly normal house enveloping her in shame, suffocating her from within

anyway .

ask game!!!

#marytunia #did not mean to make the answer this long. 🧍

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valeffelees · 10 months

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hi hi hi can you tell me more about the fairy simon au please also your baz is so pretty i love him so much

hOLY SHIT thank you—both for coming here to let me talk about this silly AU and for the compliment, drawing Baz is good for my mental health, honestly. he is just... so lovely. 😭💞

about Bazza in the AU: the story (kinda) takes place post-Watford for Baz, so he's in his early 20s; he's an art student, he's a magician, and he is still a vampire, but, Natasha is actually alive in this AU because Baz wasn't turned in the nursery as a kid, he was turned a bit later in life. Baz plays the violin still, too, but not as well as he does in canon because he stopped his lessons cold around 12-13, which was also right around when he started taking art pretty seriously. without the Mage's cuts and reforms and shit happening, the school still offered a plethora of creative arts courses to the students, and of course they're not quite like Normal classes 'cause pretty much everything ties back to magic in some way at Watford, etc., but he liked them well enough and they were enough to get him into a good program after he graduated!

about Simon in the AU: so, this is funny. i was actually editing my one fanfic, and i have this section in it that goes: "It is impossible to search the entire Wavering Wood. The environment is too thick with magic, the old and unpredictable kind that used to belong to faeries and fable creatures and all other manner of strange, lost things. Penelope says there are even parts of the Wood rumoured to be untouched by magicians. Hidden meadows and ancient groves and brooks that babble of the future, sequestered away because they never stop moving and changing, because they do not want to be found." and it planted this funny seed in my brain. in the books, fairies are like a lost magical people. Simon tells us that they wandered into the woods for a few centuries and then couldn't find their way back. and i just had this silly thought: "imagine a fairy does the opposite. wandered out, but then didn't know how to find its way back in."

the whole idea of the AU is like... this total whimsy-ass summer Simon and Baz get to spend together.

Baz comes home from school on holidays to visit his family: in winter and spring, that means he stays with his father. but in the summer, he goes to Watford to spend time with his mother (Natasha doesn't actually leave the school very often, she drowns herself in work; Malcolm sees her very rarely these days) but "spending time with his mother" is actually just six weeks of quiet lunches in her office together before Baz goes off to find a good place on the grounds to sit with his sketchbook and his Spotify until he has to go back for an equally quiet supper in her office together. and so it goes: less than a week into break, he decides to spend the afternoon in the Wavering Wood, and by chance, happens to meet Simon. a fairy that walked a little too far for a little too long, and can't seem to remember his way back to where he came from anymore.

and Simon is a fucking pest. but—he's harmless.

and he's pretty.

and Baz actually happens to like the Wavering Wood quite a lot, thank you very much, going back there every afternoon has absolutely nothing to do with anything else, lost fairies or otherwise! 😉😂

if anyone sees this and is wondering what the hell i'm on about, click here!

#THANK YOU THANK YOU FOR ASKING AND LETTING ME TALK ABOUT THEM i am sorry this is a whole essay like this is not what you signed up for #but i am living the absolute DREAM rn i love these silly guys #i will have to come up with a name for this au one day...#but for now i'm just calling it:#valen's fairy simon au #no wait: ''valen's fairy simon au (open for suggestions)'' 😂#snowbaz

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archduke-enver-gortash · 1 year

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Ven, Eros 1, 3, 5 :)

first off sorry that this is so late; an irl thing came up unexpectedly, but here you go!

Eros 1: Is your OC romantic in the traditional sense? Do they enjoy giving or receiving gifts of flowers or confectionery? Or are there other courtship traditions from their culture of origin that are important to them?

she’s definitely not a traditional romantic, because she’s not even a romantic at all. love is something that suddenly happened to her and completely shook her world. she never really courted (in a romantic way) anyone because she expects nothing more than for them to just be a one night thing that gets rid of her boredom temporarily. so, regongar was mainly the one courting her and that’s also pretty much what happens in the game so it fits i guess. it’s still not really traditional; he invites her regularly to drinking nights/evenings/days, he pretty much glues himself to her whenever they’re traveling; meaning that they spend almost of their time together shortly after meeting. and they just get up to so much bullshit. oh my god so fucking much. dangerous bullshit? absolutely. dangerous for others? stronger absolutely. regongar wants to rob someone? ven lets him do it. they buy a massive steak at oleg’s later for both of them. regongar wants to kill someone? ven lets him do it. she laughs heartily as he makes one of his stupid lightning puns while electrocuting someone to death. yeah the only traditionally romantic thing reg does is making so many shitty puns. (he canonically does it for the baron/ess sometimes actually! don’t know if this was romance locked, but one time when i misclicked and didn’t react to his pun, the game said that he looked over at your pc to see if they’re laughing and spat on the ground when he realized they weren’t) while there’s definitely romance happening during that stuff (even if ven tries to deny it at first) it’s not traditional at all. the rest of his courting is just really. uhm. sexual. (this is all for before they actually got together, while nothing changes too much, this is already too long lol, so maybe i’ll make a part 2 to this and tag you if you want)

Eros 3: How do they feel about public displays of romantic affection? Does it make them uncomfortable? How do they feel if a romantic partner kisses them in public?

ven lives for the thrills! she doesn’t care about almost anything! she is very fine with it. reg’s a pda machine; always has an arm around her as soon as they meet, even before they get together. he kisses and touches her a lot in public (yes it’s extremely annoying for everyone else) and she does not mind. (in the game it’s even heavily implied that reg wants to fuck your character in public. sorry if you didn’t want to know this lol) but funny thing: while ven is fine with all this, she becomes very awkward in the beginning of their relationship when he tells her that he loves her in public. like it takes her 3 months after they started fucking to finally tell him that she loves him too. it’s very much reg being like “oh i want to do all of these nasty things to you” while others can hear them, and ven is like “hell yeah tell me more” but when he’s like “i love you so much baby” she’s like “OH MY GOD YOU CAN’T SAY THAT!!!!!!!” it’s very stupid. and funny. this changes after a couple years tho, when she fully embraces that she loves him.

Eros 5: How closely is their opinion of their own beauty (or lack thereof) linked to their confidence? Do they see themselves as more or less worthy of love or sex based on how attractive they feel?

ven’s relationship with her body is very complicated. i mentioned before in some post that ven basically sees everyone (before she met reg) as puppets that she toys with for her own amusement. you might think that she would be the puppeteer in this scenario, but i’d say she thinks of herself as the biggest puppet of them all. she gets into all sorts of life threatening situations for fun and doesn’t care what happens to her body. doesn’t care if she lives or dies. i think she can’t perceive herself as unattractive or attractive, because her body is nothing but another plaything for her to use and eventually self-destruct if no one intervenes (thanks regongar pfkm. being an insanely overprotective shithead is normally. y’know shit. but this time it’s actually a bit useful)

#thank you for the ask!#sorry this got long lol but i told you i was obsessed #oc: ven #regongar x ven #aeoncoded

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aromanticbuck · 1 year

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i am IN LOVE with the new cozy trio hospital au its perfect !!!!!! (does it have a nickname?)

if you have more hcs or ideas to share from this universe please please do i absolutely want to hear them !! (no pressure though ofc)

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warnings for the moodboard post and below headcanons: drug use, addiction, depression, attempted suicide, abuse, hospital stays

The 2011 AU my beloved! Honestly, I did the math and realized Hailey was ~19 (by my birthday headcanons) when Jay was with Mouse in the hospital for his (also my headcanon) overdose in November of 2011. And for about... two weeks? This AU is one of the only things I've thought about. I have so many thoughts.

(and the only things I've been calling it are "the new cozy trio au" and "the 2011 au" it doesn't have an official tag or anything yet)

Hailey, who is still a teenager shows up to lunch that first day and Mouse's immediate reaction is to ask Jay why there's an infant in their booth (in his defense, he's still going through the worst of withdrawals and he's cranky, and he wasn't expecting a third person at lunch)

it wasn't Jay's plan to play host for more than a couple weeks - he wanted to give Mouse a comfortable place to get and stay clean, and he wanted to offer Hailey a warm, safe place to sleep until she can get her feet under her

then it's been three months and it doesn't look like that's changing any time soon, so they pool their money to get a bigger place, if only so Hailey doesn't have to keep sleeping on the couch

and, yeah, it's in a less great part of town, and it definitely feels as cheap as it is, but Jay's the only one between the three of them who has a steady income while Mouse and Hailey have minimum wage jobs without guaranteed hours, so they'll take what they can get while they try to save money

Hailey applies to the police academy the year she turns 21, both because she still remembers Trudy from her childhood and Jay is so excited about just moving up to Intelligence and she wants to be excited with him, to some extent

Mouse stays clean and sober after 2011, for the most part. there's relapses, and bouts of unemployment, and months where he misses his cut of the rent, but he has two roommates to catch him when he stumbles and offer the support he needs when he's struggling

of course, Jay helps him get into a rehab facility when he decides he wants to try the professional route of getting clean again, and helps him get the job with Intelligence once he's living in the apartment full time again

no one reenlists in this AU because as much as I love the parallels in canon the idea of splitting up the cozy trio when they're happy and stable makes me sad 💜

yes, everyone is tired of the trio agreeing each other and forming an automatic alliance during every case and disagreement, but there's nothing they can do to stop it

Voight tried to put his No Relationships Within The Unit rule into place but like... it's really hard to control them when they all live together and spend every minute away from work together? like he can try to enforce it but that's not gonna change the fact that their home has a huge bed that they all fit in and can lay around in every weekend to watch movies

it's just a lot of domestic chaos that comes from one shared traumatic week and the healing that comes after that, filled with a lot of unconditional emotional support

(bonus two of the three panicking and being protective of the other any time one of them is in danger, which, as in canon, is practically constantly)

#answered #⚡ anon #jay halsted #mouse gerwitz #greg mouse gerwitz #greg gerwitz #hailey upton #upstead #moustead #mouseupstead #cozy trio #cpd #chicago pd #one chicago #the 2011 au #alex says things #this au really needs a tag actually

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anaer · 2 years

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Roywally all of them, every number

why do you hurt me like this there's THIRTY OF THEM

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1. Who makes the first move and how?

Normally, I'd say Wally, but seeing as Wally is an aggressively repressed bisexual for the entirety of his teenage years, it's 100% Roy. Roy says it's all good, nothing gay about fondling another man's balls. It's just bros being bros. Bro jobs. Bro fucking. No homo. Roy is older and wiser. Wally's like yeah sure, this checks out.

2. Who is the most insecure and what makes them feel better?

Wally is more insecure because Wally spends so much time in denial about actually being into men that it makes things complicated. Honestly, though, it depends on their ages. Teenagers? Roy is definitely the more insecure of them because he had like zero support network. Twenties? That's Wally floundering and unable to get his life together while Roy (who, to be fair, is older) is actually managing to get everything sorted. Long term, Roy is still probably the most insecure between them (once Wally gets his head out of his ass) because Roy has a lot more abandonment issues that he never really gets past, and Wally really grows into his own confidence.

3. Who is the most romantic?

Neither because this is entirely just the elaborate rituals men create to touch each other. To illustrate, an example:

wally and roy: cuddling during movie night dick: donna: garth: dick: so you guys are dating now? wally: hahaha no wtf kind of dumb question is that, i'm straight roy: lol you think i'd date him, i have better taste dick wally: well first of all wtf, no you don't--

(But really, it's Wally.)

4. Who can’t keep their hands to themselves?

Same as with my batflash post: Wally has no concept of personal space and he's always in everyone's face. Wally dating someone is always, always touching them. Always.

5. Who says ‘I love you’ first?

Roy, definitely, because he's much more comfortable with being in love with Wally than Wally is with being in love with Roy at the beginning. But honestly, I don't even think it's a matter of "who says it first", but rather "who means it like that first" because I think the Titans are just habitually in the habit of saying that to each other, it's just. The meaning starts to change.

6. Who would they ask if they ever had a threesome?

HOW DO I NARROW THIS DOWN TO ONE? Donna, for sure. Linda, depending on how close to canon I take it. Kyle, also a good option. Garth has happened more than once, for sure. Dick has happened, too, but that's like a Titans orgy. They happen sometimes.

Donna is probably my top option, though. Donna doms the shit out of both of them.

7. What do they get up to on a night out?

CRIME FIGHTING. BUSTING BAD GUYS. PUNCHING SUPERVILLAINS IN THE FACE. And then going home to fuck afterwards.

Also, mini-golf. Roy is obnoxiously good at mini-golf and Wally constantly uses his super speed to cheat.

8. What do they like in bed?

This would be a whole post unto itself. What DON'T they like in bed? Wally is bratty at Roy, Roy puts Wally in his place. It's a very good system. Sometimes, Wally fucks Roy to remind him who's better. Roy doesn't ever get the memo. Strong d/s dynamic.

9. What is the most embarrassing thing they have done in front of each other?

There are so many embarrassing things they've done in front of each other that there is absolutely no way to keep track. They've known each other since they were teenagers. They went through ALL the awkward years together and then some. Wally embarrasses himself constantly. Roy likes to pretend like he didn't also embarrass himself constantly. Half the time, Dick is involved. There's no one thing. So many bad decisions between them. So many things they will never let each other live down. So many sex pollen escapades.

10. What two songs, two books and two luxury items do they take to a desert island?

No idea. Wally can run back and get whatever they want whenever he wants. You gave me too many questions.

11. What do they hide from one another?

A lot of things. God, this is hard; their relationship spans such a long period of time. I have angsty thoughts, I have funny thoughts. How do I get specific.

I'll go for the teenage years: Roy hides how neglected he's feeling by Oliver. Wally hides the shitty way his parents treat him. It's one of those things that could bring them together, but both of them downplay it.

12. What first changes when it starts getting serious?

Nothing because the transition to serious is super gradual. They spend so much time goofing around with each other and messing around casually and insist that it's just casual and not anything deep, that by the time they realise hey there's something serious, it's more or less exactly how they've been going.

13. When do they realise they should get together?

They don't really realise they should get together; they more or less realise they're already together. After they've been sleeping together for like two years.

14. When one has a cold, what does the other do?

Only Roy gets colds, and Wally mocks him relentlessly for it. Roy is a big baby when he gets sick. Wally still brings him soup, but makes fun of him for being grumpy about it. Roy is even more annoyed that Wally doesn't get sick.

15. When they watch a film what do they choose and why? Who gets the final vote?

The Princess Bride, because I personally believe it's the greatest movie ever made, which means they now think it's the greatest movie ever made. This is not about them, this is just a shameless plug for the greatest movie ever made.

Roy picks the movies more often than not because I feel like Wally has a hard time sitting still and watching movies the whole way through.

16. When the zombie apocalypse comes, how do they cope together?

CONVENIENTLY, DCEASED EXISTS TO FORM MY OPINIONS HERE. I'M STILL MAD THAT WALLY DIDN'T TAKE ROY WITH HIM AND HIS ENTIRE CITY TO THE ALTERNATE, ZOMBIE-FREE DIMENSION. HE SAVED HIM FROM ZOMBIES AND THEN JUST LEFT HIM, WTF. ROY SHOULD'VE COME, TOO. THAT'S WHAT WOULD HAPPEN. ROY WOULD COME ALONG. NO MORE ZOMBIES. THEY'RE HAPPY. WALLY WINS. ROY LIVES. FUCK DCEASED.

17. When they find a time machine, where do they go?

Hahaha, they don't need a time machine. Wally can time travel whenever he wants. Wally is avidly opposed to time travelling whenever he wants because it keeps happening to him against his will, so when it's entirely up to him, they go nowhere.

18. When they fight, how do they make up?

They apologise. Wally and Roy are both really good about realising when they're in the wrong and being the one to step up and take responsibility and make things right. Apologise, brush it off, and go on with their lives.

19. Where do they go on their first date?

I'm not sure if they really have a proper first date. They kind of transition from friends to fooling around to friends with benefits to "oh wait we're a thing". They spend a lot of time just hanging out and shooting the shit, but dates aren't so much their thing. Ollie keeps bothering them about Official Details, so they go to the movies once and decide they'll count that as their first date, even though they've gone to the movies a million times before.

20. Where do they go on holiday?

Roy takes Wally camping. Wally hates camping.

21. Where do they get nervous about going with one another?

Roy goes to exactly one West family dinner (with Wally's parents) and it's just an uncomfortable experience for everyone involved. Wally got nervous about being around Lian for the first few months!

22. Where does their first kiss happen?

Gabriel's Horn, one night while things there are really busy and there's lots of people and idk, probably after Roy and band have performed. Down in their super secret Titans HQ basement, Donna is off doing something and Wally and Roy are kinda horny. Gabriel's Horn is the sexist Titans HQ and no one will ever take that from me.

23. Where is their favourite place to be together?

A bed. For sex. I cannot stress enough how carnal this relationship is.

24. Where do they first have sex?

That same Gabriel's Horn first kiss night. What gets you in the MOOD more than a DISCO CLUB.

25. Why do they fight?

Wally is temperamental and kind of an asshole. Roy is kind of an asshole. They fight a lot, frequently, over very many things. Lots and lots of little things. As they get older, they fight less over little things and get more eye rolling at each other.

26. Why do they need to have a serious chat?

This is such an open-ended question, and I'm running out of steam. I have no idea. They need to because Wally has a lot of feelings around accidentally killing Roy and then finding out he didn't actually kill him, but Roy sacrificing himself anyway. It was a very stressful few months for Wally, there. Also, Heroes in Crisis is ass.

27. Why do their friends get annoyed with them?

BECAUSE THEY'RE BOTH SUPER ANNOYING. THEY'RE EVEN MORE ANNOYING WHEN THEY COMBINE THEIR POWERS FOR BAD.

28. Why do they get jealous?

I think on the whole they don't get SUPER jealous because they do have a pretty open relationship. They're not like super monogamous or anything. They get jealous about specific people. Don't let Donna show Wally more love one week. Roy won't be cool with that. Kyle is paying more attention to Roy? Wally is not happy with this turn. Wally is still generally more prone to getting jealous because Wally is needy. Unless it's about Donna. OR LIAN. Lian says Wally is her favourite person ONCE and Roy has a whole internal meltdown. (It's okay, Roy, you're still her actual fav.)

29. Why do they fall a little bit more in love?

They have known each other for so long that they've grown up together, and they've seen each other change and mature and go through ups and low, low, low downs. There are constant little reminders of how like...good and genuine they both are. And then, it's like for Wally, definitely seeing Roy with Lian makes him fall in love a bit more every time. For Roy, it's Wally downplaying some of his accomplishments because he showboats about the small things but kind of buries some of the big things as not that deep even though they very much are.

30. Why does it work (or not work) between them?

It works between them for the most part! When they actually, for real get together, they get together. Before that, there's times where they're mad at each other or times when they're not fooling around because of general life things or issues - definitely when Roy hit rock bottom, Wally was angry about it; they weren't together, and when Wally was in his early, early Flash days being obnoxious, for instance - but like as they get older they are both relatively chill guys. They work because they want it to work and put the effort in to make it work, but also most of the time it doesn't seem like that much effort at all because they like each other and get along. They also like making fun of each other.

#roywally #ask me #roy harper #wally west

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captainsophiestark · 2 years

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Hangover

Daniel Sousa x Peggy Carter

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Written for day four of Peggysous Week, hosted by @peggysousweek !

Fandom: Marvel

Day Four Prompts: Dream, Canon Divergence, Secret Relationship, “Are you staying for breakfast?”

Summary: Peggy and Daniel have been dating ever since the Howard Stark case wrapped, when Daniel finally got up the courage to ask her out for drinks. Everything's been amazing, and they make a point of regularly spending time together whenever they have a free day or two from work. Nobody in the office knows, since Peggy and Daniel decided it was none of their business, but that's all about to change when a date night doesn't go as planned.

Word Count: 1,957

Category: Fluff, Humor

A/N: Listen. I know that this is not realistically the kind of date night people in the 40s would be doing after only a few months of dating. I do not care.

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"Daniel, that was an absolutely lovely dinner. Thank you," said Peggy, smiling across the table at her boyfriend. They'd been dating for a few months now, after Daniel asked her out for drinks once they'd wrapped up the Howard Stark case, and neither of them could've been happier.

"I'm just glad you liked it," replied Daniel with a smile. "After the brunch setup you put together last weekend, I really had to up my game."

Peggy chuckled as the two gathered their dishes and headed into the kitchen together. Every moment they got to spend together, just the two of them, they cherished like none other.

"I'll wash you dry?" Daniel suggested. Peggy nodded and laid out a towel while Daniel started the water running. The pair chatted about their week together, talking about everything and nothing while they finished cleaning up the kitchen. Finally, when they were done, they headed into the living room together. The plan was to curl up on the couch and listen to their favorite radio program together before heading to bed.

The plan was interrupted by a pounding at the door.

"Who on Earth could that be?" asked Peggy, perching on the arm of the nearest chair as Daniel headed to the door. He just shrugged; he certainly wasn't expecting anyone.

Daniel tried not to look too huffy as he stopped in front of the door. At this hour, whoever was outside probably needed something pretty urgently. Still, that didn't mean he had to be happy about having his date night interrupted.

Daniel opened the door, only to be pushed back through a moment later by Jack Thompson basically stumbling into his arms. Jack absolutely reeked of alcohol, and he had the dumbest smile on his face as he pulled back to look at Daniel.

"Hey Sousa," slurred Thompson. "I'm sorry about this, I just... ugh. I was out with a suspect in that mob case–you know?"

Jack fixed Daniel with an intense stare, apparently waiting for a response. Peggy wasn't sure whether to laugh or be appalled from where she was watching.

"Yeah, Jack, I know the mob case. We've been working it for almost a month."

"Okay good, yeah, that one. Well, I was out for drinks trying to get information out of this one guy, and usually I can hold my own, right? But this time- SHIT, Sousa, you should've seen him. I dumped half my drinks into plants and he still drank me under the table. I got some info though, I wrote it down."

Jack frowned and started pawing through the pockets of his jacket. Daniel sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Jack-"

"You're right, it doesn't matter," said Jack, his head snapping back up. His eyes took a second to refocus on Daniel. "Anyway, I'll get it in the morning. But there's no way in hell I'm making it home right now. I only got out of spending the night at a mob house by saying I was expected at a friend's so... you mind if I crash here?"

Daniel sighed. All. He wanted. To do. Was kick Jack the hell out of his house and go back to his nice night with Peggy. But he couldn't do that.

"Yeah, Jack, it's fine. You can stay here."

"Great. Thanks Sousa." Jack clapped Daniel on the back, then staggered into the living room. "Hey Carter."

He walked right past Peggy as she waved in response, not even giving her a second glance. Then, a few steps past her, he almost tripped as he stopped on a dime and whirled back around to look at her.

"CARTER? What the hell are you doing here?"

"I was wondering when we'd get that reaction," said Peggy with a smile to Daniel. They'd been dating for months, but no one in the office knew. Jarvis and Ana were the only two people (other than Daniel and Peggy themselves) that knew about the relationship. They'd debated sharing the happy news with their coworkers and other friends, but they'd been putting it off in the name of preserving their peaceful, private time as a couple.

Apparently, that was all about to be over.

"Sousa, why the hell is Carter in your house?" asked Jack, whirling to face Daniel.

"We're dating, Jack."

"...Hold on, I know I'm not that drunk. You two finally stopped staring at each other from across the office and went on a damn date?"

Peggy and Daniel gave Jack identical offended expressions, and even in his drunken haze it made Jack chuckle.

"We've been dating for a few months now, actually," Peggy retorted. "This moment, with you, right now, is precisely why we didn't want to tell anyone."

"...Elaborate?"

"You're ruining our date night with your nonsense," said Peggy, even as she moved to grab Jack a pillow and a blanket. Jack gave her an apologetic grin as she laid both out on the couch for him, but Peggy just shoved him backwards. He landed on the couch and didn't bother trying to get up. "Go to sleep. We'll see you in the morning."

Jack gave the couple a lazy smile and a wave as they headed for the bedroom. He was unconscious before they cleared the doorway.

"I cannot believe he just showed up at your house," said Peggy, shaking her head as she moved into the bathroom to change into her pajamas.

"Honestly? Me neither. I think we better look into that mob case a little more closely in the morning, though. It sounds like Thompson might've gotten in a little over his head."

"Of course he has," sighed Peggy. She came out of the bathroom and climbed into bed next to Daniel, curling up comfortably by his side. "When is he not in over his head?"

Daniel chuckled. "Never. Which is why it's a damn good thing he has us."

Peggy hummed and closed her eyes as Daniel leaned over and turned out the lamp. Despite the disturbance in their routine, it didn't take long for the pair to fall into a peaceful sleep.

Thankfully the walls were thick enough that they couldn't hear Jack snoring like an elephant in the next room.

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Peggy and Daniel woke up with the sun the next morning, feeling rested and content. They always felt peaceful after being able to spend time together, just the two of them.

It gave them strength for the challenges of the day, like an unconscious and probably hungover SSR Chief laying on their couch.

"You wanna wake him up or should I?" asked Daniel. He and Peggy stood in front of the couch, staring at Jack as he sawed logs and showed absolutely no signs of waking up on his own any time soon.

"Well, you're the one who said I made a fantastic brunch," replied Peggy. "So I'll go start cooking something nice while you deal with... this."

Daniel sighed. "Fine."

Peggy smiled and kissed his forehead, then headed into the kitchen. Which left Daniel alone to deal with their house guest.

"Thompson. Hey, Thompson," started Daniel, poking Jack in the side. Nothing. "Thompson."

"You're going to have to do more than whisper in his ear!" called Peggy from the kitchen. "You saw how he was last night, didn't you?"

"Yeah..." Daniel looked down at Thompson and muttered under his breath to him, even though Thompson couldn't hear: "I at least tried to do this the easy way."

Daniel stood and headed into the kitchen with Peggy. She stared at him, but he didn't explain as he grabbed a pot and a big spoon from the cabinets, then went back to the living room.

"Cover your ears," he said to Peggy. She quickly did, and then Daniel took a deep breath and started hammering on the pot with his spoon. "WAKE THE HELL UP THOMPSON!"

"Shit!" Jack shot up from the couch, putting his hands over his ears and glaring at Daniel. "I'm awake, you bastard! Cut it out!"

Daniel just grinned as he lowered the pot and spoon. Jack groaned and put his hands to his head. Clearly, he was more than a little hungover.

"Did you have to do it that way?" Jack groaned as Daniel sat down beside him.

Daniel shrugged. "You weren't waking up."

Jack snorted his disbelief, but didn't say anything else. The pair sat in silence for a moment while Jack recovered, and then Jack sighed and looked at Daniel.

"Thanks for letting me stay here, by the way," he said. "Based on the size of this headache, I must've been in bad shape last night."

"Trust me, you were."

Jack huffed a laugh. He paused, then turned to Daniel with a grin. "You know, I had the weirdest dream last night. You'd probably enjoy it though."

Daniel squinted. "Do I even want to know?"

"I had a dream that you and Carter were dating. No idea what the hell that says about my psyche, but-"

"Not a dream, Jack," said Peggy, bustling into the living room from the kitchen. She came to a stop before the two boys with her hands on her hips. Daniel smiled at her with that familiar loving gaze, and Jack's shocked look would be enough to keep her chuckling for a week.

"What?" Jack finally managed to exclaim. He looked from Peggy to Daniel and back again. "How long has this been happening?"

"Since you became Chief, about," said Daniel. Jack's jaw dropped to the floor, but Peggy waved off any other questions that might have been on the tip of his tongue.

"Save your shock for later," she said. "Are you staying for breakfast? I need to know whether to make an extra few eggs."

"You're gonna let me stay for breakfast?" asked Jack, raising a skeptical eyebrow.

"Well, if we didn't kick you out last night I don't see why we'd kick you out now," she huffed. "So?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I'll stay. Thanks, Carter."

Peggy just hummed. "Make yourself useful and either get in here to help or start going through that information you got off the mob suspect last night."

Jack groaned at the mere memory of last night, and Daniel just chuckled as Peggy headed back into the kitchen.

"Come on, Thompson. Up and att'em. We've got stuff to do today, no matter how hungover you are. You can make the toast and fruit while I try to make sense of your drunk, near-illegible notes from last night."

Jack heaved a sigh. "Alright. Why not. It's been a weird twenty-four hours already. What's brunch with you two?"

"That's the spirit," said Daniel with a sigh as he stood and clapped Jack on the back. The two boys headed into the kitchen to join Peggy, and were immediately put to work. Despite every single second they'd known him before this as evidence to the contrary, Jack helped with everything Peggy asked him to do and was reasonably pleasant (for Thompson) the whole time.

Maybe that peaceful feeling Peggy and Daniel got whenever they were around each other extended to the other people around them, too. Or maybe Jack was just too hungover to remember to be an ass. Either way, even though their weekend hadn't gone quite as planned, they couldn't really complain. They were together, so they were happy.

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ikemenlibrary · 2 years

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Hi hi Bryn!! For the writing ask, could you please do for 2, 4, 33 & 36? :) have a nice day/night!

ask me some writing asks?

hi eirene! how have you been? it's been a while since we've last chatted! thank you for asking me some questions! i'm currently diving into a Critical Role D&D obsession at the moment and will be spending the rest of my night listening/watching that while I catch up with some things on tumblr <3

2. Anything that you'd like to write but feel like you're unable to?

I would absolutely love to delve into more AU story-type of writing, but I tend to get so stuck when writing those. I feel like my brain doesn't have the capacity to write outside of the actual time and place canon happens in. I know if I push myself, I'd be able to do so, but I just feel like my writing wouldn't be as up to par in an AU rather than the other stuff I tend to write.

4. Do you have any OCs? Do you have a story for them?

I have 3 OC's currently! Only one has a fic written for them so far, and they haven't even made an appearance in the series so I'll keep who it is a secret for now. But, I will give a name for each OC and a little snippet of writing between them and their love interest (just so I don't spoil their reveals later on)!

Lucinda "Lucia" Clary

"You're so.... UGH." She yelled out, her clenched fists shaking. Lucinda turned her body away from the man who helped guide her into this strange world, so different from her own.

"I'm so... Ugh?" He asked, his own fists clenched at his sides. He wanted to reach out and grasp her shoulder, calm her trembling body.

"I can't tell if I want to smack you or kiss you." She said, rearing around, her eyes blazing.

"How about we try both? You can kiss me first and if that doesn't solve what you're feeling, you're more than welcome to slap me."

"This is exactly what I'm talking about! How can you be so calm about this?"

"Ma Chèrie," Comte grasped her hand, bringing it up to his erratically beating chest. "I'm not calm in the slightest."

Grace Elffire

Ray brought up his hand, gently catching the next falling tear with his forefinger. He tapped on her red nose with the same finger before cupping the back of her neck in his palm. “Listen to me,” he started. “You really think nothing you’ve done has impacted anything?”

Grace shrugged, averting her eyes so her cloudy sapphire ones wouldn’t be outshone by his clear emerald.

“Will anything I ever do amount to anything in the scheme of things?” She asked again, rephrasing her question and bowing her forehead to press against his, her tears dripping on his dark blue jacket.

“Silly,” Ray responded affectionately, waiting for her eyes to meet his own. Much better, that beautiful blue hue shouldn’t be hidden. “Don’t you know that just by coming into my world, you changed everything for the better?”

Scarlett Beaumont

"Doesn't the quiet ever get to you?"

Grace and Isaac were sitting together in his room. Isaac was sitting at his desk, tinkering around with a new experiment he had been working on. Scarlett was sitting on his bed, taking a break from her work and halfway skimming the pages of a book Isaac had sitting near his bedside.

"Hmm?" Isaac looked up, pushing up his protective goggles to the top of his head and Scarlett giggled at the way his normally unruly hair went in every different direction. "No, not really. I like the quiet." He responded, going to pull his goggles back onto his nose. He paused just before, noting the twist of Scarlett's lip, something he picked up as a sign of her annoyance. "Why do you ask?"

"Sometimes, the quiet drives me mad," Scarlett noted. Isaac put down his tools, going to join her on his bed.

Isaac took her smaller hand in his own. He wasn't sure what to say to console her, he didn't relate to what she said and it was hard to picture how she was feeling. So, he said the only thing that came to his head. "When I sit in quiet with you, it brings me the most peace I've felt in eternity."

33. Give your writing a compliment.

I do generally believe I'm a good writer. I really like my descriptions, and I like the way I write character interactions!

36. How do you come up with fic titles? What's the one you're most proud of?

I am absolutely awful at coming up with fic titles. that is one of the biggest things that hold me back from posting fics. I have things written, they're just not titled and they don't feel complete without a title. maybe one day I'll discover a niche for fic titling, but today will not be that day.

I am really proud of my series titled In Your Veins. It's a series and the title doesn't make complete sense, but it'll become to make sense later on in the series!

#asks answered #ask games #cilokgoang

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griseldabanks · 8 months

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OC Mundane Tag Game

Tagged by @rainintheevening

Rules: Pick an oc you'd like to talk about and answer the questions for them! Then tag ten people, or as many as you can. 'Underdeveloped character I adopted' is fine, too! Absolutely no pressure to play, though.

Also, if some of it can't apply to your ocs, just answer what would be the answer - like if they're in a historical setting, they likely can't watch movies, but what is a movie they'd like?

(Also, most people have many ocs, so feel free to retag people and answer as many times as you get tagged! Or get really wild and just answer for as many ocs as you'd like! :D)

For this one, I think I'll do Leyla Tailor from my Captain America WIP Take Me In.

1. What is their favorite movie?

I think her guilty pleasure movie would be some kind of high school movie like Mean Girls or Freaky Friday or even The Princess Diaries. Something silly with lots of highly quotable lines (which she quotes all the time in everyday conversation).

2. What is their favorite season?

Summer. She likes swimming and being able to walk around in shorts and flip-flops, and she likes to say that summer is when her bones finally thaw out.

3. What do they find annoying?

People who can't take a joke, people keeping secrets from her, the faintest whiff of entitlement, someone not apologizing as soon as they're confronted with what they did wrong.

4. How would they like to spend their Christmas or equivalent holiday?

Leyla usually spends Christmas with her mom and her various extended family. She's too embarrassed to admit it out loud, but she's always wanted to do all the cheesy, romantic things couples do at Christmas in the movies, like go on a horse-drawn carriage ride or go ice skating at the Rockefeller Center. Also, she never got to sit on Santa's lap and tell him what she wanted for Christmas, and she kind of still wants to do it, if it wouldn't be far too weird since she's an adult now.

5. Do they play an instrument? If so, what? How good are they at it?

Leyla has picked up multiple instruments, learned how to play a few tunes on them, and then dropped them again when she got distracted by something else. The longest she stuck with an instrument was when she played the trumpet in marching band for all four years at her high school.

6. What's their favorite meal to eat?

Nothing can beat her grandma's fried chicken and potatoes. Her mom also makes really good sweet potato pie. Leyla isn't a bad cook; she's just too impatient to give her food the time it needs (or she forgets about it and burns it), so anytime she can go back home, she looks forward to the food most of all.

7. Do they have a favorite video game or board game?

Leyla's best friend is Sharon Carter, and they bonded over (among other things) an arcade game called Extreme Gunslinger: Zombie Apocalypse. Leyla prefers card games to board games, particularly fast-paced games where everyone's playing at the same time - like Dutch Blitz, Pit, or Spoons.

8. Do they celebrate their birthday?

The older Leyla gets, the less she does to celebrate her birthday, but she still likes to treat herself on the day. If friends or family are available, she'll drag them out to some kind of activity - whatever whim strikes her at the time, especially if it's something she hasn't tried before.

9. What's their bedtime routine?

Because Leyla works from home, she tends to stay up till all hours of the night, so her bedtime routine usually consists of little more than changing into pajamas, washing her face and brushing her teeth, and then collapsing into bed once she can hardly keep her eyes open anymore.

10. What's an oc (or canon character) that they like to spend time around? What do they tend to do together?

Well, I've already mentioned that she's Sharon Carter's best friend! They met when they first joined S.H.I.E.L.D., and have gone on missions together as well as worked alongside each other in the office. In their free time, they spend endless hours talking about anything and everything. They're the kind of friends who are complete opposites in almost every way, but that ends up complementing each other rather than getting on each other's nerves. Leyla is dramatic and lively, always coming up with something new and off the wall, while Sharon is steady and calm. They balance each other out very well, I think ^_^

Tagging anyone with an OC you'd want to be friends with in real life.

#tag games #captain america #whole shards #take me in #leyla tailor (oc)#she is SO different from me but yes i do want her to be my friend for real

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introvert--weeb · 3 years

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Hello Can we talk about your talent girl you're shinning ❤💅💅

But seriously you're work is awesome

Tell me plz if I can request this:

Takemitchi coming back to the past not understanding what is missing for the future

He is in one of toman meeting waiting for the "talk" but he hear some noise behind the tree 🌳and when he go to see he find micky and his gf(s/o) kissing and being lovey dovey and then he understands that she is the reason of mickeys dark implusion (dk if i wrot it good)

Like her dying in his arms so like takemitchi want to save both of them (I'm sucker for this type of angst 🤧)

Sorry if this is too much 😅you don't have to do it just wanted to cry

Love 💘😻💜💛💚🧡💘😻💜💛💚🧡

Oh my god! I'm so glad you are enjoying my writing and thank you so much! You have just made my whole week with that! ❤️😭❤️

Of course! I am a sucker for angst (if you couldn't tell from my posts) and this is just amazing!!

Thank you so much for requesting and I hope you enjoy this @kimrena-stuff

Mikey X f!reader (fluff with angst)

TW: mentions of death, sadness, blood, violence, canon divergence, alternate timeline

The future still wasn't perfect in Takemichi's eyes. Sure, most of the people he tried saving survived but there still was no happy ending for any of them. And once again, Hinata had been killed.

It was confusing him. Surely he had made sure that everything was fixed in the past? What was he missing that could have caused another bad future. The blond had even asked Chifuyu about any events that could be coming up that would cause Mikey to turn out the same as he had every other future. Was it Kisaki? But Kisaki had been fired from Toman.

Chifuyu could not offer much information, after all, he did not know the future and Mikey hadn't declared a war on any other gangs since last time Takemichi had gone back. So there was no luck in that department. Maybe they were both overlooking something small that would be massive in the future?

Takemichi was sort of thankful that he had been called up about the Toman meeting that was happening that night. He could find his answer there, he was sure. After all, each meeting he had gone to so far had provided him with an idea of what was going to happen.

He had arrived at the shrine earlier than most other members. The only ones he really knew that had arrived were Draken, Mitsuya and Chifuyu considering that was who he hitched a ride with. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary except Mikey wasn't with Draken as he usually would be.

Curiosity had gotten the better of the young Toman, he had went to ask Draken where the captain was. Draken simply pointed over to a gathering of trees, explaining that Mikey could usually be found there before meetings start. That seemed to only make the boy's curiosity worse, wondering what Mikey could be doing in the cover of the trees.

He couldn't be meeting up with Kisaki still, could he? Is that why the future was not getting any better? Panic filled Takemichi as he approached the trees. If he was talking with Kisaki then that could be his only chance to stop it and create the perfect future he wanted!

It was as he was getting closer that he heard what he thought was two voices talking quietly. Not quiet enough where it could be considered whispering but enough where Takemichi couldn't make out the words being exchanged. He could tell one of them was definitely Mikey but the other could have been anyone. Had Mikey decided to ally himself with someone even more dangerous than Kisaki was proving to be? After all, nobody in Toman had been able to see Mikey in the future so it could be possible.

Trying his best to hide himself from Mikey, Takemichi peeked his head around to find a sight that made his cheeks flush a dark red. Mikey had both hands against a tree trunk with an absolute hottie between them. At first, it seemed a little alarming for the younger blond until he had noticed the soft smile and blush that dusted your features.

It was only when Mikey leaned down to press a kiss to your lips that Takemichi had felt he was overstaying his welcome. Especially since he wasn't really welcome in the first place. He was simply a creepy peeper at that moment. Why did he keep ending up in these types of moments that made him look like a creep?! First it was with Emma and now he was essentially watching his captain make out with his girlfriend.

"I love you, Mikey." Your voice was breathless from that kiss, your eyes sparkling as they stared into your lover's dark ones. It was obvious to anyone that you were both so in love with each other. Hell, you were sneaking off together at any moment you could find just to be all lovey dovey with each other.

"I love you more, Y/N."

Takemichi had caught that small snippet of your conversation as he was trying to silently walk away. He really didn't want to be caught by the Invincible Mikey staring at the loving exchange after all. But it did get him thinking. Had you ever been mentioned in the future? Surely if you were this in love, you would remain by Mikey's side forever?

The Toman meeting started as it usually did. You would be sat on the stairs while your boyfriend would address the issues related to the gang. Everyone knew who you were, you would always be at the meetings after all unless you had to attend to other business. That would explain why Takemichi hadn't seen you. You must have been attending to other things every meeting that the blond went to. All throughout the meeting, Takemichi could only try and recall if you're present in some way in the future. Surely you would still be hanging around with the same people 12 years later.

He would have to contact Naoto in the future as soon as he could. After all, if there was something big that was going to happen then he would want to find out as soon as he could. And so, as soon as the meeting was finished, he made his way to the Tachibana household to find young Naoto.

"So, how did it go? Were you able to change anything?" That was the first thing Naoto asked once Takemichi had woken up. It was the same routine each time. Naoto would ask if he had changed anything, knowing that it wasn't enough since Hinata was still dead. But maybe if something had changed, they were a little bit closer to finding out what was causing this chain of reactions.

Takemichi shook his head and then dived headfirst into his question. He had asked if you were ever mentioned in one way or another. Maybe if you were still alive, something must have happened between you and Mikey which he could prevent from occurring. Just thinking back on how in love you both were with each other, he was beginning to doubt that it was a simple break up.

It had taken the two males a full hour until your name had popped up in their searches. It really didn't help that Takemichi only knew your first name and that you would hang out with Toman. The news article had filled the computer screen, a photo of you smiling in the top corner of the page. It gave off a vibe that didn't match the contents of the article.

You had been stabbed 15 times in the chest and stomach during a gang brawl between Toman and a gang Takemichi hadn't heard of yet. You were rushed to the hospital but had died before the doctors could reach you. It stated that it was a boy named Manjiro Sano that had brought you in.

It all started to make sense now. You had been caught up in the brawl and had sustained injuries that had ended your life. So Mikey had lost himself when you had died in his arms as he tried his best to save you.

Takemichi checked the date on which you had died. 2 days from today. Why wasn't this brawl mentioned at the Toman meeting?! Did Mikey keep it a secret or was it a spontaneous confrontation? Takemichi could only guess it was the second option. Especially since the brawl would take place at Toman's meeting spot at the shrine.

"I need to save Y/N from dying. That is what we were missing! If she survives, Mikey won't lose another piece of himself." And with that, the handshake that activated the time leaping had taken place.

Takemichi had explained his plan to Chifuyu. Explained how there would be a brawl the next day at the shrine and how that is possibly the trigger for the bad futures. After all, Mikey might stay sane with you by his side. Chifuyu couldn't believe what he was hearing. A gang would have the balls to enter the meeting place of Toman just to start a fight? They must either hold a huge grudge against them or were just plain insane. No gang was to ever enter another gang's meeting spot as it was seen as sacred.

The blond had vowed that he would do anything he could to protect you from harm and ultimately save Mikey from his dark future. Even if he had to glue himself to your side, he would make sure nothing happened to you. He would make up for the time he had failed to save Baji.

You and Mikey continued with your routine. Enter the tree clearing and spend some quality time together. You both exchanged kisses, splitting the dorayaki you would keep on you for your boyfriend, and joking around. Everything a couple in love should do.

The day of the brawl had arrived and so had the rival gang. It was in the middle of Mikey addressing his gang that the opponent's had arrived. The shock was quickly erased as the fighting began. Mikey had made sure you stayed close behind him so he could keep you safe, even though you could fight. Maybe not as well as most of the Toman members but you were capable of keeping yourself safe.

Takemichi scanned the entire shrine area in search of you. Relief had briefly enveloped the middle schooler. After all, if Mikey was with you, nobody could touch you. Or that's what everyone had thought. You had been separated from Mikey as soon as the gang members discovered you were cared for deeply by him. They had thought that if they got you, they could win the fight.

It was if the world was entering slow motion. Takemichi tried to push his way to where you were being dragged, the determination to save everyone being his main driving force. Mikey had yet to notice you were no longer behind him, too focused on taking out the leader and winning the brawl so he could take you home where you would be safe. However, that plan was quickly becoming less likely.

"Shit! Move out of my way!" Takemichi had panic pumping throughout his veins. If he couldn't get to you in time, there was no second chance. It was times like this that made him realise just how human he was. He was one boy, not a God. He could only do so much. But he was sure as hell gonna try and save you.

"Y/N!" Takemichi's voice carried across the entirety of the battlefield. So much so that everyone had frozen, especially Mikey. He turned his gaze to behind him where he thought you were only to find you were missing. Frantic, his dark eyes scanned the area until they rested on you being held against your will. The boy who held you had his arm across your neck, squeezing so you couldn't call out to your boyfriend. However, it was the knife that he pointed to your chest that had Mikey scared.

Takemichi was the only person who didn't freeze, pushing his way past the bodies that stood like statues. He could make it! He could save everyone with this one action! He was convinced that this was why Mikey had given into his dark impulses and why no-one could get their happily ever afters.

He was too late. The knife had pierced through your chest, narrowly missing any vital organs. This had seemed to spur the younger blond to increase his speed, trying to keep in mind that you could survive if he kept the stabs to a minimum. After all, the news article had explained how you had been stabbed 15 times. One was fixable. One he could deal with.

Mikey couldn't seem to move. His love had been stabbed. For no other reason than they were there and sticking by him. This wasn't fair. You had nothing to do with what the problem was and you shouldn't be paying the price for it either.

It felt like an eternity for Takemichi to reach where you were. His legs were screaming at him to stop and his heart was beating a million miles a minute. In the time it took him to get to you, you had sustained another two stabs in your stomach and chest. The person doing it was nothing short of a monster. He didn't care that you were innocent or that you were a girl. He just continued his mission.

The sound of skin to skin contact echoed, a sickening crack following along. Takemichi had landed the hardest punch he could muster against the side profile of the monster. The crack was the jaw breaking underneath the force. You were released as the perpetrator stumbled backwards, falling as he lost consciousness. Takemichi had made it but he wasn't confident that it was in time. He couldn't help but watch as you smiled and fell sideways. Fueled simply by the adrenaline, he had carefully picked you up in his arms before starting his journey to the hospital.

Draken had been the one to snap Mikey out of his daze, telling him to get his bike. There was no way that Takemichi would get there in time if he was simply thinking of running. And so that's what Mikey did. He fired up his precious bike, ordering the young blond to climb onto the back before speeding his way to the closest medical facility.

Due to all of this, you had survived. Takemichi had succeeded in saving you and thus saving Mikey. There was a possibility that the future would be good this time.

Once he had heard you were alive and doing well, Mikey had finally let himself react. Tears fell one after the other down his cheeks and relief had lifted his heart. He wouldn't lose you. You were alive because of Takemitchy. That is something Mikey couldn't thank the younger blond enough for. He had saved your life when Mikey could do nothing but watch.

Everyone expressed their gratitude for Takemichi. After all, they couldn't imagine what Mikey would turn out like if he had lost you during that fight. Takemichi had an idea but wasn't about to spill what the future he knew was like. Speaking of which, he did wonder how this had affected his future. Would everyone finally have their happy endings? He sure did hope so.

As soon as Naoto had shook his hand, Takemichi had found himself sitting at a table with a can of beer in his hand. Confused on what was going on, he glanced around at his surroundings. He was currently in a home that looked nothing like his apartment. Photos of a couple he vaguely recognised littered the walls, there was the scent of takeout wafting in the air, and the noise was loud yet joyful.

A few days later, Takemichi decided to head back to where he belonged. 12 years in the future. You had been discharged from the hospital and probably on a date with Mikey as he approached the Tachibana residence. Thinking about it, Mikey had seemed to brighten up more ever since you had been allowed out of the hospital. Takemichi laughed as he recalled Mikey buried under a large bouquet of your favourite flowers and a giant plushie of your favourite animal on that day. You had simply laughed before peppering the Toman leader's face in kisses. You had also planted a peck on the younger boy's cheek as a sign of how grateful you were to him. After all, if Takemichi hadn't done any of that, you wouldn't be able to spend anymore time with Mikey. You owed him your life.

That's when Takemichi realised he had done it. Hinata was chatting happily with Yuzuha and Hakkai about their experiences in Europe; Mitsuya, Smiley and Angry were laughing about some inside joke no-one knew about; Pah-chin and Peh-yan were discussing business relating to the real estate agency; Kazutora and Inui were drinking in the corner, simply observing the festivities; and Draken was chatting away happily to Mikey, his arm around Emma's waist as she tried to soothe their baby. Takemichi had saved them all. They were all OK. Most of all, Hinata was alive.

"Anyone needing any refills?" your voice trailed in from where you stood in the doorway connecting the living room and kitchen. You looked almost the same except for a few features. Takemichi knew at that moment that this was the perfect future for everyone, especially when Hinata had come over and kissed his cheek. The discussion around the room had suddenly become one as everyone spoke about the upcoming weddings between you and Mikey as well as the one between Takemichi and Hinata. For the first time in a long time, Takemichi could let go of the weight he had carried around and enjoy his life with his friends and his fiancé.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #mikey sano #mikey x reader #angst with a happy ending #anime drabble #tokyo revengers scenarios #manjiro sano #requested #takemitchy #takemichi hanagaki

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sunwoo-hoo · 3 years

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↣ the boyz reaction to s/o being shy /insecure

↳ a/n: hello my darlings! we’re back with another reaction for tbz. this was requested by hanagkskgks. i’m so sorry for the wait! i hope you enjoy it. also, these reactions are canon to my as your boyfriend series! so i highly recommend reading those as well! please, if your under the age of 18 do not interact with the post. PS. all bodies are beautiful and you should never feel ashamed for being who you are. x o x o

↳ genre: flufffyyy + smutttyyy

↳ warnings: stretch marks, pubic hair, dieting, reader with body insecurities

↳ requested? yes

↳ send me your requests here!

↳ word count: 2.8k what the actual fuck these are mini drabbles at this point

↳ the boyz x fem reader

「 Lee Sangyeon 」

you had only been dating for 3 months when you finally had sex with sangyeon for the first time

you had just walked through the dorms from another great date together after spending some much needed quality time

“where is everyone?” you asked looking around the living room area not hearing the laughter and bickering like you usually did

“the guys all went to get some dinner together, it’ll just be us for a couple of hours.. is that okay?” he responded

you were nervous to say the least, of course you and sangyeon have kissed many times, even made out but it never lasted longer than 10 minutes because the other members were around and you didn’t want to risk getting caught.

in this moment it all started to feel very real, were you ready? could fully give yourself to sangyeon? yes, you loved him, tonight was going to be the night.

“it’s perfect” you whispered walking up to him wrapping your arms around his neck giving him a kiss on the lips.

as you broke apart he smiled at you “baby we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. i want you to be comfortable” he observed

“no.. i want too. sangyeon i love you. i want this” you whispered he smiled as he grabbed your jawline tilting your head to give you another kiss.

before you knew it you were in sangyeon’s room, him on top of you kissing your neck making his way down to your breast. he was about to pull off your shirt when you stopped him

“wait.. i-i’m nervous for you to see all of me..” you mumbled

his eyes soften at you “you don’t have to be baby, your absolutely perfect in my eyes. nothing is going to change that” he promised

when he finally took of your shirt he looked deeply in your eyes “you’re so beautiful” he whispered bending down to give you an eletricfying kiss before the long night ahead.

「 Jacob Bae 」

sex was a new thing for you and jacob. having losing your virginity to each other you were still pretty nervous when it came to your body.

while jacob was more comfortable with his you still hadn’t quite matched his level even though to him you didn’t have a single flaw.

as you both were laying in bed watching t.v he started to trail long spicy kisses along the side of your neck making his down to your collarbone. you gently pushed him away

“jacob i’m sorry.. it’s not that i don’t want to it’s just that i don’t feel pretty” you mumbled not looking at his face

in retrospect it sounded ridiculous coming out of your mouth but you just couldn’t help the way you felt

he gave you a shock expression before he lightly grabbed your face to make you look at him

“baby, how can you say something like that? you’re beautiful in every way. in fact your way out of my league.” he reassured you grabbing your hand kissing the back of it

you smiled at his words as he continued

“you have nothing to feel embarrassed about, i love everything about you. don’t ever forget that okay?” he said giving you a temple kiss

you leaned into his touch pulling him close so that you could continue to cuddle together.

「 Kim Younghoon 」

you were both equally shy when it came to showing your bodies for the first time to each other.

there you were naked on the bed while younghoon was hovering over you.

you quickly covered your chest and closed your legs shut trying to cover as much as you could

“a-aren’t you gonna say anything?” you whispered not looking into his eyes out of nervousness

“you’re the most beautiful girl i’ve ever seen in my life” he said turning your head to give you a passionate kiss

it was at the moment where all your troubles went away it wasn’t about your body not being good enough for younghoon

it was about the way he saw you and how you were everything he could possibly ask for

moving your hands away from your breast your arms made it’s way to his neck as you spread opened your legs

he gently aligned himself in your entrance slowly pushing his cock deep inside your pussy as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

「 Lee Hyunjae 」

you and hyunjae were on vlive when it all happend

your relationship had been public for six months even though you were technically together for over a year

for the most part deobi’s were happy for you and hyunjae but you couldn’t deny the negative comments you would see from time to time about not being pretty enough or good enough for him

at first you chose to ignore them but as time went on it started to drag you down mentally and emotionally and hyunjae started to take notice

during the vlive when deobi’s started to ask questions about your relationship you quickly saw the comment that read ‘hyunjae break up with [name] i’m so much better looking’

after of a couple of minutes you swiftly pulled hyunjae out of camera shot and quietly told him that you wanted to end the vlive

at first he looked at you confused until you told him what you had read

appearing back on the camera by himself he told deobi’s “deobi i want you to know that i’m extremely happy with [name] it always amazes me on how beautiful she is. of course deobi’s your beautiful as well but let’s all say how gorgeous [name] looks today.

soon enough comments were rolling in about how amazing you two looked together and how everyone was rooting for you two, giving you well wishes

you scooted your chair back in the camera view and bowed your head deeply in graditude telling deobi’s thank you as hyunjae laced his fingers into yours holding on tightly

「 Lee Juyeon 」

it was one of those weeks, everything was one big blur and you didn’t have time to do your personal self care like you usually did

it all happend during one night when you were getting ready for bed with juyeon when he decided that he wanted to have a little fun before sleeping

his hands stared to caress the side of your thighs making his way up to your hips as you were finishing your skincare routine in the bathroom

“juyeon… i don’t think it’s a great time to do that right now.” you whimpered as he was trailing hot kisses along your shoulder blade making his way to your neck from behind you

“hmm? why not? baby you look so gorgeous tonight you know i can’t resist you” he whispered against your ear “especially when your wear this..”

looking at yourself in the mirror you silently cursed at yourself when you decided to put on your lacy black night gown for the night

“it’s not that it’s just… this week has been so hectic i didn’t get a chance to shave.. you know..” you mumbled covering your face with your hands out of embarrassment

he gently turned you around so that you could face him

“baby you know i don’t care about that, you’re beautiful either way” he smirked as he picked you up placing you on the bathroom counter

he gently pulled down your panties kissing your inner thighs in the process making his way up to your core

it all happend so fast your brain couldn’t even register what happend in that swift moment until you felt juyeon’s tongue on your clit licking it lightly, obviously teasing you.

you moaned trying to reach for anything to grab until your hands found it’s way to juyeon’s hair pulling tightly as you started to feel your first orgasm of the night built up

「 Kevin Moon 」

you couldn’t believe it but it was right there in front of your eyes. as you were changing you couldn’t help but see the noticeable stretch marks that made an appearance in your inner thighs

you were all for body positivity but you couldn’t deny the fact that you felt a little insecure about the new additions to your body

as first you chose to ignore them pretending that they weren’t even there, when you started to wear more jeans and pants kevin started to take notice and become suspicious but he wasn’t sure what it was

one night when you and kevin were about to have sex is when he found out about your little secret

“kevin.. do you think that maybe we can turn off the lights tonight?” you asked

he looked at you confused it was an odd request considering you two would always have the light on when you had sex

“why babe? is something wrong?” he responded

“no nothing! or maybe it’s something! i don’t know.. just look” you rambled as you removed your blanket to show him your thighs

as kevin leaned closer to take a better look he smiled as he looked up at you

“is that it? their just stretch marks babe it’s no big deal, in fact i think it’s super cute it makes you look like a tiger” he said proudly tracing his fingers along them gently kissing the lines

you smiled looking down at kevin realizing you made a big deal out of nothing. regardless of any flaw you thought you had you always knew kevin would always have a way to make you feel irresistible

「 Choi Chanhee 」

it all started from a doctor’s visit you were just having a regular checkup when the doctor decided that he wanted to measure your height and weight

when he told you had gain a couple of pounds you were a bit confused, you didn’t look any different, to you your body was as healthy as it could be

nevertheless you decided to go on a diet and chanhee quickly took notice when you started to skip a lot of meals

“love, why haven’t you been eating?” he wondered after another afternoon when you decided to skip lunch a third time this week

“oh well… i went to the doctor and they told me that i needed to lose some weight” you mumbled

chanhee gave you a confused look before responding “that’s ridiculous! there’s nothing wrong with your body! and even if you did gain weight your cheeks would just be more cuter to squish” he nearly shouted

calming himself down he continued “love, you don’t need to lose anything i love you just the way you are. promise me you won’t skip anymore meals?” he pleaded grabbing your hand

you smiled and nodded giving him a cheek kiss “i promise” you replied

「 Ji Changmin/Q 」

you loved everything about changmin to his smile, the way he made you feel, his charisma, even his high pitched dolphin screams you would hear on occasion. he was perfect in every way

you on the other hand sometimes felt a slight sense of insecurity being with changmin, your skin wasn’t always the clearest, your body wasn’t always the skinnest, hell sometimes you thought you were too short or too tall for him

you always thought idols dated models or actresses you were just a regular girl. why would changmin like you in the first place?

changmin took notice immediately when your personality start to shift after going public with your relationship

he decided to finally talk to you about it one night before going to bed

“sweetheart what’s wrong? ever since we’ve became public with our relationship i noticed you haven’t been the same. is everything okay?” he asked as he was playing with your fingers

sighing you hesistated before finally coming clean “it’s nothing it’s just… why are you with me q? there’s so much more prettier girls that you can easily have. i’m not good enough for you” you whispered tearing up finally breaking down after it being bottled up for so long

changmin let out a gasp covering his mouth before he answered you “[name]… i never want to hear you speaking like this about yourself ever again. i love you regardless of how you look, to me your perfect” he reassured grabbing your arm as he pulled you close to his chest giving you a head kiss

you nodded as changmin lifted your jaw and wiped your tears away from your face and leaned close giving you a soft kiss

「 Juhaknyeon 」

when it came to your body juhaknyeon had no problem praising it making you feel special 24/7

you had manage to keep it a secret until he finally saw it the one insecurity that you hated the most about yourself

when you were in high school you had gotten a permanent scar on your stomach from a car accident

over the years it eventually faded but it was still noticeable if you stared at your stomach long enough

you and juhakyeon were both getting undressed getting ready to shower together when he finally saw your scar

“hey baby what is that?” he pointed to your stomach noticing the small yet faded white scar on your abdomen

you quickly turned around covering your scar feeling embarrassed

“it’s nothing! i don’t know what your talking about” you stammered

“c’mon baby let me see” he asked as you hesitantly turned around removing your hands

“aww babe it’s just a scar, it’s nothing to be embarrassed about i have some as well” he told you as he showed you his faded scars from past dance practices

he continued “it just makes you that much more unique and beautiful”

「 Kim Sunwoo 」

one thing you always loved about sunwoo was that he was not afraid to show others how he felt especially when it came to you

he had no problem giving you kisses and holding your hand in public even though sometimes you had to remind him to behave

you were both visiting your parents when your shyness got the better of you

your parents loved sunwoo to the point where they would call you and ask about him first seeing if he was okay or if he needed anything to sunwoo they were his second parents

it was a nice sunny day when your parents decided to have a BBQ lunch for the 4 of you and sunwoo couldn’t keep his hands off you as he was behind you grabbing your waist pulling you close answering your parents questions

“how are you treating my daughter these days sunwoo?” your dad asked

“like a princess sir, she deserves nothing but the best” he answered truthfully giving you a small kiss on the cheek

“that’s wonderful! that’s what we love to hear” your mother smiled brightly enjoying the small interaction between the two of you

when your parents went inside the house to get the plates and utensils you decide now was the chance to talk to sunwoo

“sunwoo i love you but we’re at my parents house I’m a little shy when your touching me in front of them like that…” you mumbled

you knew your parents didn’t mind the loving interaction between you and sunwoo but you couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed and shy about the whole ordeal

“oh… i’m sorry baby i didn’t know i just wanted to show them how deeply in love I am with their daughter” he answered putting his hands in his pockets

you smiled up at him and leaned in to give him a passionate yet inviting kiss sunwoo instantly slid his hands behind your neck deepening the kiss

before the kiss got too heated you pulled apart and replied “they’ll be more of that later if you tone it done a little okay?”

he gave you a smile and winked “you can count on it”

「 Eric Sohn 」

being best friends with eric before you got into a relationship was one of the best decisions you could ever make

he already knew everything about you, what you liked, what you hated, what your favorite color was, what you loved to eat, etc.

you loved that there was no awkwardness between you two, or so you thought.

when you finally decided to have sex for the first time after a month of dating you were extremely nervous. you knew eric for most of your life.

sure, he’d seen you in a bathing suit plenty of times but you were still partially clothed, it was at this moment when it hit you that he was about to see everything

as eric was about to pull down your shorts you hesitantly stopped him

“eric wait, what if... what if you don’t find me attractive?” you shakily said

he stopped and hovered over you before he answered “[name] i’ve loved you ever since we were kids, you are the most important person in my life. i’m always going to find you beautiful, you mean the world to me” he vowed

in that moment you felt your cheeks become wet from the hushed tears that fell

eric wiped your tears away with his thumb before leaning down giving you a kiss full of love

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morifinwes · 3 years

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wangxian fic rec list!

aka in which i read fics, write some recs down for aamna and share them!! they're all wangxian fics and uhh @yibobibo i hope you'll like them!!

modern

wolf devours playboy bunny by @greenteafiend (5K, werewolf!lwj, getting together, idk if anyone needs to know that but there's nudity just not uhh explicit)

Lan Zhan has wanted Wei Ying as long as he has known him, and the worst part is that he thinks Wei Ying could want him back.

Too bad he could never in good conscience let himself go there—Wei Ying has a debilitating fear of all things canine, and once a month, Lan Zhan is the exact, precise thing that Wei Ying’s nightmares are made of.

Aka, Lan Zhan is a werewolf.

between the lines by @jywait (19K gaming au!!!, i'm always down for a good gaming au, lwj is the best aksks he's such a good boy)

☆yilingpatriarch☆: pls...give me some face, help me fight these monsters...I'm gonna die

Bluetooth: no.

"You have died." The screen said, and Wei Wuxian threw his hands up in frustration.

resonant frequencies by chinxe (15K, college au, fake dating au, tw mention of cheating but it's brief and no one was cheated on i promise)

In which Wei Wuxian decides that the best way to deal with being in love with Lan Wangji is to pretend to date him for three weeks.

It goes about as well as can be expected.

drift compatible by windoworwhatever (5K, poetry, fluff, drunkji, getting together, college au)

"It was just a fact of life. The sky was blue, university stipends for graduate students working in TA positions barely covered rent, bisexuals cuffed their jeans, Lan Wangji had a massive crush on Wei Wuxian, and spent his time pining and writing research papers about gay subtexts in ancient poetry."

Lan Wangji is in love with Wei Wuxian, and everybody knows, except Wei Wuxian.

the bunny next door by detailsinthefabric (43K, this is mostly fluff and very light angst, and they were neighbors!!!, rabbits!!, aka wangxian's bunny children, this is... so cute i just have to rec it)

Lan Wangji did not know what he was doing. He did not know what he was going to say. He was frozen in place, puzzling over the situation. Maybe he had made the man uncomfortable, which is why he wanted to leave? But his tone had still been so friendly—maybe…

“Would…” he paused, swallowed, forced the last words to come out of his suddenly parched mouth, “would you let me pet him?”

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Lan Wangji, who doesn't know how to socialize and whose icy demeanor scares everyone away, lets down all his defenses when he meets the bunny next door...oh, and also its owner, Wei Wuxian.

leading tone by silencemostofall (32K, everyone is a music student? or something like that akskk, curse fic, tw panic attacks, tw child abuse, small scene of drunkji, wwx has low self esteem, bro this was so painful to read)

The first time you touch someone you're fated to love, you leave a mark on their skin. If they will love you in return, they'll mark you where you touched them. The deeper the color, the deeper the connection.

Wei Ying has no marks at all.

public places, private thoughts by leahelisabeth (for the love of camelot) ( 8K, cherry magic au, getting together with like... immediate upgrade to fiance status, the author is wrong i crave good wangxian cherry magic aus even tho i haven't even watched cherry magic)

Wei Wuxian had heard the story of course. It had made its rounds through his high school and followed him into his college days. He didn’t think there was any possibility it was true. Virginity was a social construct, invented by creepy old men to exercise dominance over women. The idea that a simple lack of sexual activity before the age of thirty could give one magical powers was absolutely ludicrous.

Wei Wuxian believed this until the morning of his thirtieth birthday.

AKA the Wangxian Cherry Magic AU that absolutely nobody asked for.

i'd be all right (if i could see you) by @thirtysixsavefiles (16K, this was nice, i read this at 6am but it was cute, (while writing this post i must admit i don't remember anything but 6am-me said it's good))

The younger Lan brother is something of an enigma on campus; while Lan Xichen can sometimes be seen in the company of other graduate students or conducting a seminar, Lan Wangji appears to spend all his time in class or in the library. He doesn’t drink. He doesn’t smoke. He doesn’t attend social events. He doesn’t do anything for fun, as far as Wei Wuxian can tell, and it’s driving Wei Wuxian just a little bit up the wall.

Or, Wei Wuxian convinces Lan Wangji to come to a house party, and then they're assigned to the same group project. Wei Wuxian tries his best, but he is not in possession of all the facts.

axe on leg by itszero (4K, i still don't get why wwx did that but it was nice seeing him jealous for once, jealous!wwx, lwj i love you....)

Wei Wuxian pressed his face into his pillow and screamed. He paused to take a few deep breaths, partially hindered by the pillow, and listened to the sounds of Nie Huaisang slurping his iced coffee, from his seat on Wei Wuxian's desk chair.

Having caught his breath, he resumed his screaming and did not stop at the sound of his dorm room door opening.

"What's wrong with him?" He heard his brother, Jiang Cheng, ask.

The slurping stopped. "He's an idiot."

"He's always been an idiot. Why is he bothered about it now?"

"He forced Lan Wangji to go on a date," Nie Huaisang replied, shaking the ice cubes in his drink.

"Okay and…?"

"With someone else." The slurping resumed.

Wei Wuxian, in all his glorious dumbassery, convinces his boyfriend to go on a date with someone else.

these two most powerful by @stiltonbasket (4K, amnesia, wangxian with children!!!, aksksk this was adorable, dadji!!)

When Lan Wangji went to bed last night, he was alone in a tiny guest room with nothing but the howling of the wind in the mountains and his own lonely thoughts for company.

But when he opened his eyes in the morning, Wei Ying was asleep beside him.

(In which Lan Wangji loses twenty years' worth of memories after a night-hunt gone wrong, and his life as a doting father and husband continues without a hitch somehow.)

good things come to those who wait [but i ain't in a patient phase] by @cerlunas (4K, getting together, pining lwj)

Lan Wangji can't take it anymore.

“I love you”, he says, and god, it feels terrifying. “I’ve been in love with you for a long time.”

“Lan Zhan…” Wei Wuxian starts, but Lan Wangji doesn’t want to hear it.

He grabs his cup and drinks everything. He doesn’t know what face Wei Wuxian is making at him right now, and it’s okay.

“Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian repeats louder, but it’s too late. He is already falling asleep.

Or, even after 13 years, Lan Wangji is still in love with his best friend. Maybe it's time to open up.

wei ying, will you marry m- oh my god he swallowed the ring! by selene210 (2K, marriage proposals, crack, marriage proposals but.. they go wrong)

“A ring?”

And indeed it was. The ring Lan Wangji was going to propose to Wei Ying with. That the man had now choked on.

“You swallowed it.”

“It was in my soufflé! Why did you put a ring in my soufflé Lan Zhan- oh. oh”

of glittery valentine's cards by @soft-fics (3K, valentine's day, this was adorable aksk, a-yuan best boy!!)

Lan Zhan didn't want to know what his best friend had planned for Valentine's Day; his heart would simply not be able to handle it. When his son tells him that he made Wei Ying a Valentine's Day card, though, Lan Zhan decided to bring it over anyway.

of coffee and white tea by @soft-fics (9K, fluff, lwj doesn't like coffee, wwx buys him coffee, then they switch drinks, again and again and again, the staff ships it lmao, tbh jc shouldn't have done that like wtf)

For the fourth time this week a stranger orders him a cup of coffee. Lan Wangji wonders how exactly to tell this man to stop ordering him coffee he doesn't even like. Turns out, buying the other white tea and switching drinks is not the best way to go about it

canon setting

on the importance of restraint (or lack thereof) by nixthothou (4K, in which sizhui snaps, i love that boy, no like seriously he's the best boy)

Lan Sizhui does not usually find himself in the company of Sect Leader Jiang.

Suffice to say, Lan Sizhui's feelings toward him are conflicted.

lan wangji is wei wuxian's baby by lilycs (3K, i was craving fluff while reading this, lwj my beloved, drunk!lwj)

Lan Wangji gets drunk from barely a cup of alcohol, becoming a whiny baby and asking his husband for cuddles.

one of our own by glitteringmoonlight (8K, wei wuxian & lan sect, 5+1 things, in which they learn to love him, they're all part of the wwx protection squad lead by lwj, wangxian isn't the focus but !!! THIS)

Times change, but some people remain the same.

The Lans are nothing, if not aware of this.

For one of their own, they will stand against the world.

Or, 5 times the Lans defended Wei Wuxian, and the 1 time he was there to see it happen.

so why not crack your skull when the mind swells by @greenteafiend (13K, love curse, post cql canon, curses, getting together, fluff, so much fluff, lwj tries to talk about his emotions!, lwj pov)

Lan Wangji detects the curse trying to curl through his heart meridians like smoke. A love curse, then. It must have been cast remotely somehow to have found him in his bed in Cloud Recesses. No matter. Lan Wangji crushes it easily, enveloping it in his spiritual energy, and then squeezing. Curse averted, Lan Wangji closes his eyes and goes back to sleep. He thinks no more of it.

Two days later, Wei Wuxian arrives in Cloud Recesses.

Or, Wei Wuxian is cursed to feel terrible pain when he and Lan Wangji aren’t touching.

i started from the bottom / now i'm rich by x_los (57K, time travel, fix it, jealous lwj, crack treated serious, god this is so good tho, wwx/wrh & wwx/jgs but like as a joke and it doesn't really happen, but it has its purpose!!)

“First, you get the money. Then you get the power, respect - hos come last.”

Wen Qing traps Wei Wuxian in the Demon Slaughtering Cave, but Wei Wuxian isn’t interested in being the beneficiary of the Wen Remnants’ noble sacrifice. His efforts to free himself accidentally send him back to the beginning of the Sunshot Campaign. Coreless but armed with demonic cultivation, knowledge of the future and his wits, Wei Wuxian takes advantage of this opportunity to come out on top of both the war and its aftermath—before either has a chance to happen—by marrying and swiftly burying the cultivation world’s worst men.

Lan Wangji is confused, hurt, and uncomfortably aroused by Wei Wuxian’s improbably elaborate series of Sect-themed bridal negligees.

lead me on through by mrsronweasley (55K, they're in love your honor, arranged marriage but they don't know to whom, basically wwx & lwj want to practice kissing which then goes beyond kissing but not the whole way y'know, lxc the best wingman tho)

"Who do you think your betrothed is?" Wei Wuxian asks, sprawling out in front of Lan Zhan and enjoying the prim thinning of his lips at the question. He shouldn't be sprawling—they're in the library, for one, and Lan Zhan is studying, for another—but he can't help himself. Wei Wuxian is a sprawler.

"I do not believe this to be of importance," Lan Zhan responds, without turning his gaze away from his book.

"What!" Wei Wuxian sits up. "How can you say that? Of course it's important! This is the person you'll be with for the rest of your life, Lan Zhan."

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hello travelers! again, thank you for putting up with my inactivity, it’s been hard to write lately haha. anyways, i thought this would be something fun to post and for everyone to enjoy, whether you celebrate Valentine’s Day or not :) (note: this will probably be more fanon than canon so please bear with me, i’ll make it as canon as it can be :’) i also kept this pretty short, so hopefully that’s okay too,, and sorry for this being late haha—i wrote this very late at night so don’t mind any typos you find please)

much love,

~ anemo-chan <3

(The Playable) Genshin Impact Characters on Valentine’s Day (Romantically)

super romantic; gifts you a bouquet of flowers and takes you out to eat at a fancy restaurant/cooks for you.

Diluc

He is nervous. He’s never paid close attention to the countless amount of people who have lined outside the tavern to ask him to be their Valentine, only to be rejected. There was absolutely no way that he would turn to Kaeya for advice, so unfortunately this was something he would have to figure out for himself. He figures that it wouldn’t hurt to go traditional, so that’s what he does; he buys a large bouquet of roses (which he had to get from Donna, seeing that at the hours that he ended work were very late and Flora’s shop was not open at the time—yeah, that was not fun) and presents himself outside your doorway, to which he invites you to join him for a late dinner—which he makes!

Lisa

She leaves a letter on top of your nightstand, paired along with a singular rose. The letter states for you to meet her outside of Good Hunter, where you find her sitting at a table with a candle dimly-lighting up the surroundings. She greets you with a warm smile, gesturing for you to sit down—the two of you enjoy a candle-lit dinner as well as bolognese she specially requested for Sara to make for the two of you to enjoy together why does this remind me so much of Lady and the Tramp,,

Tartaglia

Oh boy. It’s always a fun time spending a holiday with him, seeing that it could go two ways; one, he would be too busy to celebrate it with you on the day of, and he would take you out the day after, or two—have a store’s entire line of merchandise presented to you outside your doorstep, in which a very, very smiley Tartaglia hidden within the pile (after all, he was the best present!) After you’re done moving all of the gifts into your house (it took up the space of your entire living room), he tells you to cover your eyes and follow him. He takes you to one of the most well-known restaurants in Liyue (which currently doesn’t have a name because it is very late here!), and insists that you order whatever you want, and however much you want.

Zhongli

Over the years, he’s witnessed many, many couples celebrate this holiday and every year he’s wished to do the same. He finds the perfect opportunity to do so when Valentine’s Day is around the corner, and boy does he plan it out for the two of you. He’s even made sure to have his wallet on him at all times—it would be extremely rude for you to have to pay if he happened to forget his wallet. He makes sure to stop by to pick up a bouquet of flowers, as well as a bottle of perfume (not in a bad way, just to clarify) from Ying’er’s shop that he recalled you liked. He makes sure to pick you up early from your work place to make sure you made it to your appointment on time; after all, being late to an appointment was similar to breaking a contract, no?

surprises you with homemade sweets.

Fischl

Oh, she is so nervous—of course, she doesn’t show this. The entire week, she spent researching recipes to create a special batch of chocolate-dipped strawberries just for you—she even sent Oz to the nearby farms to “borrow” the freshest strawberries for the treat (the farmers were too scared to confront the talking bird who “borrowed” their strawberries, so luckily they got away with it). She dips them in a purple-colored chocolate (because what other color would she use, really?) and drizzles on a dark-chocolate syrup to top it off. She’s too shy to actually give it to you herself though, so she has Oz drop it off for her.

Ganyu

Even though she’s quite busy, she’s somehow found time to whip up a special batch of chocolate just for you! She shapes them into Glaze Lilies (which she found quite hard, which is why there are so few of them) and presents them to you in a neatly-sealed box. She’s quite modest when your eyes widen and tell her it’s the best chocolate you have ever eaten, claiming that she only followed a recipe, when she really made it from scratch.

Keqing

Like Ganyu, you have no idea how she finds time to create a perfect array of chocolates, which she made herself! However, with her tightly-packed schedule, she has to drop it off at your house in advance, to which you accept happily. She tried to decorate them with designs of cartoon-versions of your faces, but they’re a bit...messy. Nonetheless, they’re tasty, and to her relief, you enjoy them.

Mona

Somehow, she’s managed to scrape up enough mora to buy you a necklace; yes, a necklace, and a real one at that—none of that fake, costume jewelry stuff! She even added a pendant shaped like star, just so you could be reminded of her whenever you fiddled with it or even glanced at it. She’s quite flustered when she gives it to you, ignoring the way you ask how she managed to save this much mora to be able to buy something like this, changing the subject on how you should never-ever take it off (because it looks great on you.)

Noelle

One word: pancakes. (Have you seen the ones she makes for her special dishes? They’re frigging amazing) As a dutiful maid should, she wakes up especially early to prepare a homemade breakfast just for you, to which she serves to you just as your wake up in bed. The fluffy stack of pancakes are decorated with fruits cut up in heart-shapes, as well the words, “Happy Valentine’s Day, Y/N”, written neatly with chocolate syrup—it’s quite a sight to see, to be honest, and utterly delicious. Lucky you!

Xiangling

The day before, she tells you to meet her at the restaurant around noon. When you arrive, the restaurant is adorned with Valentine decorations, as well as a terrifying amount of food; she insists that she only made it for you, so you better eat up! Before she can show you the other dishes, the restaurant is suddenly filled with a strong, bitter smell—something burning. With a yelp, she runs into the kitchen, coming out a few minutes later with a tray of half-scorched cupcakes, their Gouba-shapes adorned with...a lot of burn marks. Oh well, it’s the thought that counts, doesn’t it?

buys/makes a present for you.

Albedo

Without your knowledge, Albedo has been creating a collection of artworks throughout all the time you had spent together. The pieces include portraits of you, portraits of you and him (sucrose helped with this), as well as just random sketches of the little things that remind him of you, such as the bare, snowy-white terrain where the two of you first met, as well as its flora and fauna. If you request it, he’ll even make the painting come alive (literally), and the two of you run to Sucrose’s dwelling, who is very shocked to see the pair of you running from a Frosted Lawachurl when she peered out her window to see if she could pinpoint the sounds of distant screaming.

Amber

Is there anything better than a matching set of wind gliders? Not only that—they were homemade! She spent the last couple of weeks putting together a pair of gliders for the two of you, customizing them to your tastes (which she nailed!) She quite literally drags you to the nearest hill to test them out, and the two of you end up challenging each other on who can get back to the Knights of Farvonius Headquarters the fastest—spoiler alert: she did.

Barbara

Oh, she would make the cutest card for you—the envelope is decorated with cute stickers (some of them even had her face on it; there’s nothing like promoting merchandise, am i right? jkjks) She also pairs it off with a box of chocolates that she bought from Sara—however, what she didn’t know was that in the box was a special-edition spicy chocolate truffle. With your luck, that was the first one you chose—and boy, were you met a surprise (it was so bad that you were begging Barbara to use her Vision on you, which she refused of course). Fun times.

Chongyun

He’s real sweet. After his expeditions and commissions, he opens the freezer (yes he keeps them in there, don’t judge him) to an array of ice sculptures, shapes varying from flowers, hearts, and such—although it’s quite the simple gift, he’s put a lot of effort into them, even putting in the extra effort to cast a spell to make sure they would not melt; it’s all worth though, when he sees the absolutely giddy expression on your face, and the look of pure awe as you pick one up and study it closely, admiring all of the details and work that’s he put in.

Ningguang

She sends out informants to find out what you like, whether it be something that your gaze settled on for too long or something you’ve mentioned while talking to her—on the day of, you open your door to a mountain of gifts, with Ningguang herself peering out from behind it with a calm smile and a wave (which was the opposite of your reaction, because who has that much mora to purchase all of these gifts?!?)

Razor

He doesn’t have a clue on what the holiday until Lisa asks him if he’s planned something for the two of you during one of his lessons. When he shakes his head no, Lisa suggests that he make you something, to which he sets out on an adventure to do, looking for flowers and flower stems to weave into a pair of matching bracelets—they’re not the prettiest, but he is pretty proud of it; after all, it was his first time making something like that. He’s quite nervous to present it to you, afraid that you might not like it, but all feelings of worry melt away when you slide it on with a huge smile on your face, insisting that he wears his too.

Sucrose

At first, she considers gifting you a present that she created herself; of course, with her work being alchemy, she isn’t sure if that would be the safest option, despite being talented herself. And so, she resorts to buying a present for you—she is very picky with the present though, insisting that it should be perfect since she could not make one herself. She even consults Albedo when selecting some of the presents (he doesn’t help her unfortunately; he believes that she should figure it out herself haha). Like Razor, she’s quite nervous to give it to you, but lets out a huge sigh of relief as you thank her happily for the gift, wiping a bead of sweat from across her forehead (sucrose bby anything you give us would be perfect,,)

whisks you away somewhere sentimental, where the two of you can enjoy a special date.

Beidou

It’s ungodly early in the morning when Beidou presents herself in front of your doorstep, announcing that you’ll be joining her and the crew on a special ride. She tugs you along beside her until you reach the harbor, where you are met with the sight of her ship adorned with streamers and banners, varying between shades of pink and red. Onboard, there is a table filled with goodies the crew collected and made, and boy do they look delicious. The group sets out to sea, and you take your place next to the captain, who even lets you steer the boat (momentarily, at least.)

Bennett

He takes you to meet his dads; yes, yes—he knows that it’s not the most romantic thing to do on a day dedicated to lovers, but he figures it’s just as important. Besides, they’ve been asking about you for quite a while—they even set up a small party within the Adventurer’s Guild, with the help of Bennett, of course. You spend the day listening to their old adventuring stories, as well as bits from Bennett’s childhood (poor boy is flustered from all the information his dads are spilling, but he’s still happy either way; after all, he’s with the most important people to him.)

Kaeya

He quite literally kidnaps you; one second you’re walking in the streets of Mondstadt on your way to work when suddenly someone grabs you by the waist and pulls you into an alley way (that sounds so creepy but i swear he means it in a good way). He only chuckles and shields himself with his arms as you punch him lightly, retorting that he scared you. He doesn’t care that the two of you have an overwhelming amount of work to do—after all, Valentine’s Day only comes once a year, right? Surprisingly, he doesn’t take you the tavern, but instead...Dawn Winery! Diluc received quite the surprise when he is met with the two of you standing outside his gates, with Kaeya requesting a wine/grape juice taste-testing. Yeah...you guys didn’t get any of that, but you did manage to snag a couple of grapes on your way out! Good for you!

Venti

You wake up in your bed, opening your eyes to see a very-smiley Venti laying beside you, chin propped up against his hand as he watches you yawn sleepily as you force yourself out of bed. You’re then presented with a handpicked-bouquet of Ceceilias, the freshest of the bunch, if he may add. You barely have time to thank him before he hoists you up in his arms and out of your dwelling, gliding over the city of Mondstadt as he whisks you away to Starsnatch Cliff, where he’s prepared a special performance just for you (and no, you don’t need to pay.)

Xingqiu

While he’s not the most romantic, he does have a clue on what people look for on Valentine’s Day; after all, that’s what cheesy-romance novels were for, right? Unbeknownst to you, he takes you on a date very similar to the one the main characters in his favorite novels partook in—and you don’t find out until you catch him peeking into the pages while you weren’t (you were) looking. Again, it’s the thought that counts—

doesn’t celebrate Valentine’s Day.

Jean

Sadly, she probably forgets about the holiday. She’s too busy holed-up in her office to notice the couples gathered up in the courtyard, sharing moments with their lover. It’s not until she walks out to take a breather that she notices the commotion—she immediately calls you over, apologizing frantically. Of course, to this you respond that’s it’s okay, but that you would much rather her take the rest of the day off to spend time together, to which she reluctantly agrees.

Xiao

“I do not have time to celebrate silly human traditions like that.” He would say as you bound up to him, exclaiming that it’s Valentine’s Day, the day where you can give sweets to your loved ones, and asking if he had someone special in mind to spend it with. He’s irked when your gaze falters and the grip on the object you’re hiding behind your back tightens—he only grows more irked as you mutter to yourself how you’ll give the chocolates you made to someone else. He scoffs loudly, avoiding your gaze as he lays out his hand in front of you to accept the chocolates (just because he doesn’t celebrate the holiday doesn’t mean he can’t get jealous!)

#anemo-writes #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact scenarios #genshin impact imagines #THE WAY THIS IS A DAY LATE #can you tell that i’ve never written for zhongli before :’)#bennett’s is my favorite i almost cried while writing it because it was so wholesome #diluc x reader #Childe x reader #zhongli x reader #chongyun x reader #razor x reader

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