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Tulips or Roses?

John Price x reader

In which you find John's old diary detailing his love for you his teammate and you begin to question his love for you. Word Count: 3.6k

Being a civilian to a soldier was hard enough.

And it was even harder when your husband was a commander for one of the most skillful task force. So it wasn't unusual for him to be gone for long periods of time.

So on a random Friday evening, anticipating his arrival in the coming week, vacuuming the floors, cleaning the windows, you found yourself at the door of John's study, with was decorated with a glass name plate, with the words 'Study' accompanied with a painted heart created from blue and pink fingerprints from you and your husband.

John was never the man to tell you off if you entered his study, instead he encouraged it. He's beckoned you to bring him his evening tea to him, to give him a massage, sometimes when you wanted him, he'd allow you to help him under the desk, if you get what I mean. (speaking from experience ;>)

As you stepped into his room, you noticed the ceilings adorned with sizable white cobwebs, cringing at the apparent neglect of his study. When was the last time someone had even been here?

Sweeping his desk, wiping away the dust, you find a box underneath beside his chair, which prompted you to lifting it up and placing on top of the desk. Man, you underestimated it's weight. You struggled to lift a small but heavy moving box, and it caused a few books and papers to fall out.

You cursed at your clumsiness, picking up the loose sheets, until you fingers caught the spine of a red vintage-like book, which had the word 'diary' written on the front. You didn't take too much notice, skimming through the pages until you caught your name being mentioned a phew times.

You giggle, it's a diary probably with John confessing his love to you numerous time! You know you probably shouldn't look through it, I mean privacy exists, but you just can't help it.

So you look through some of the infrequent entries, the oldest dating back to 10 years back, and the most recent one being nearly 4 years, when you and John had first met.

30th February 2010

Suffering in Afghanistan, the lads and I are stuck in the safe house for a week now. Rose is here too, I should ask her if she's okay.

Ahhh you remember this story. When the Task Force was stuck in the city of Kandahar, in the safe house. You also remember John's team, whom you are well-acquainted with, Soap, Ghost, Gaz, Roach, Rose?

You skip through the boring entries, most of which are just John documenting his work-out plan and the places him and his team had visited.

5th July 2016

Gaz's going on and on about his lass. Someone tell him to talk to her at least, he doesn't even know her name! I keep bringing it up but he keeps mentioning when I'll talk to Rose.

You chuckled, assuming the chick was Gaz's current wife. But the last part caught your attention, Rose again? You remember John telling you that she'd retired, went back north to settle with her family now, so you don't think much of it, I mean they are team mates.

19th June 2017

Saw a cute kid and her mama, wishing I had kids, without this lifestyle. Rose wants a son but I don't particularly mind. Soap overheard our conversation and spammed me lols on Whatsapp, but I thought lol meant little old lady? I am a man though.

You raise your eyebrow at another mention of Rose, why doesn't he care if Rose wanted a son? You didn't realise how close your husband was to her.

2nd December 2018

Christmas this month with my boys. Rose invited me over for a smoke. Ghost rolls his eyes when I mentioned it to him, says I need to man up and make a move.

You squinted your eyes, rereading the entry, and hesitantly skipping to the next one.

7th April 2019

Drinks with my men (and Rose haha, she doesn't like being part of the men). It's her birthday and she wants to tell us something. She's got her red lips again. I'm excited, Soap kept nudging me the entire ride, that cheeky bugger.

Then immediately below it, an update: She's seeing someone.

You're slowly piecing the puzzle, though you don't want to assume anything.

21st August 2019

She came into my room crying, seems like it's not going well, good for me. I hope she's okay and she realises there's better fish in the sea. She hugged me, she smells like roses, I love floral scents. I tried leaning in, she says I'm like an older brother to her.

Your heart breaks a bit, sniffing at your freshly washed hair, which smelt like ... like roses.

You thought floral scents were YOUR thing.

You continued, to the next entry which was marked the date you remember meeting John for the first time at the pub. You force a smile, hoping the entry would lighten your mood.

30th November 2020

In the pub and bored. Rose brought her lad... they're back together. What does she see in him? Soap urges me to find someone else but my heart is set on someone, for a long time. Won't change. He keeps gesturing to a girl on the other end of the counter, she's pretty, but like a tulip. Not like a rose. Not like my Rose.

You grip at the notebook and you try your hardest not to rip the papers out of the book and set his entire study on fire.

You remember this day, when you were dragged to the pub by your friends after being dumped by your ex for another girl. You sat at one end of the counter, with tears in your eyes but one look at that buff Englishman on the other end and your mood flipped instantaneously, 180 degrees.

"Kelsey, look at that guy, Mr Army over there." You beckon towards John's direction, to your friend., slightly tipsy after a peg of beer.

Your friend looks at you with a raised eyebrow, then turns to the guy whose piqued your interest, "You should go for it." She encourages you.

So you get yourself 2 drinks and approach the guy, more confident that usual due to your alcoholic state. A beer would do.

"Hi, this seat empty?" You smile at him innocently.

All this time you had recalled a look of fondness towards you, when he'd first locked eyes with you. You remember bragging about how it had been love at first sight for the both of you, but thinking back, a feeling of doubt starts bubbling inside you.

"It's reserve- you know what. Take a seat."

You remember sitting next to him, passing him a drink, and telling him your name, "...and you are?" you question, although you see him wincing. At first you thought it was just an army thing, so guarded that even the slightest of movements would make him twitch.

But now you're questioning whether he really wanted to engage into a conversation with you.

The following hours, as you painfully recall, was filled with you talking about yourself and occasionally asking him after his life, though he gives you one word answers and frequent nods.

But that was just because he'd just come home from a mission right?

"...and he just broke up with me out of the blue! Like was my 12,000 followers on TikTok not good enough for you?" You chuckle, attempting to crack a joke. He smiles confused, and you note he's probably too old to understand what TikTok was.

"Sounds like an asshole, love." He replies.

"Hmm, he was...I- I just don't know what he'd leave me for her...like I gave you my everything, I was always with you through thick and thin and what, that wasn't enough for you?" You trail off, the effects of the 2nd beer hitting you.

"I understand dove, you just give 'em everything and they just find someone else. What does he have that I don't?" He spaces out, his eyes falling on his teammates sitting at a different table. You follow his gaze, smiling slightly when you lock eyes with one of his smirking subordinates, whom you know know as Soap.

"Those people, they're your team?" You question.

His eyes aren't on you though as he responds, "That mohawk, that's Soap, Ghost next to him, tough as steel but soft at heart, Gaz on the opposite, funny lad, Roach, good ol' Roach..."

You look at the woman to the right of 'Roach', taking in her beauty. Though she's sitting down, you can tell she's taller that you by least 4 inches, with a blonde pixie haircut and painted with a dark smokey eye. A deep smirk is plastered onto her plump ruby red lips as she looks at John Price finally talking to a woman that isn't her. She raises a hand, waving to the both of you, which is almost instantaneously reciprocated by John.

"And her?" You ask, head nudging towards the woman.

"Her...That's Rose. You should meet her, you would like her, but who doesn't..." His chuckle fades out and you at how his attention was fully directed to her. A sinking feeling told you that you should have backed off from the married man, but it disappeared when John pointed out her partner, with gritted teeth.

Your hands are gripping the pages at this point, as you recall memories from the diary from his point of view.

You turn the page to the next entry, dreading the words.

19th December 2020

Thought me and Rose would go back to the pub for another drink for the holidays, but she's going back to his place. Seems they're taking the next steps with meeting the families.

Soap's annoyed at how I'm 'ghosting' the girl I met at the pub, I'm once again unfamiliar with the lingo, I'm not Simon?? She's nice but, not sure I see anything further than a friendship. Gaz and him are picking out an outfit for me, she wants to meet up for bowling apparently. I just want to be with Rose...

Clenching your fist, you shut the diary and toss it aside, feeling all kinds of emotions. Upset that John had never truly looked at you the way you'd looked at him. The way he never wanted you, like you wanted him.

Every time you'd seen him online on Whatsapp, but still hadn't opened your messages, he was ghosting you? Sure after a while of being friends, his behaviour gradually changed, accompanied with rapid texts, but you felt like this relationship was built on lies.

Did he even want to go bowling with you that day? Did you win because he purposely let you, because he was bored and wanted to go home, be with Rose instead? When he asked you to be his girlfriend, did he ask you with Rose in mind?

The ding of the oven stopped your trail of thoughts, so many questions swirling around your head. You walk out of the study, slamming the door behind you, the combined mess of dust and cobwebs remaining untouched.

The glass name plate falls to the ground, the edge shattering, with shards of clear glass laying dangerously on the wooden floor.

A couple of hours go by and the doorknob rattles at 8:45 P.M. on the dot. John was never late when he had to come home to you.

He reaches base at 7:30, drives exacting an hour to your shared home, after making a quick pit stop at the florists within 10 minutes to give you a freshly scented bouquet of red roses.

Roses. So that's why he'd give them you every time...

He makes sure to leave him 5 minutes of spare time, which was designated to flipping open a small metal notebook you'd gifted him, and writing his thoughts down. And once those 5 minutes were up, he places the notepad back into his jacket pocket and practically runs towards the front door.

"Dove, I'm home!" He exclaimed, gently placing his belonging on the floor, before walking into the living floor, where you sat on the sofa with your legs and arms crossed. (MY BITCH POSE IS NASTY)

"Sweetheart, you didn't run up to me at the door, you alright love?" He sits next to you, his calloused and freshly bruised arms rubbing your knee.

The silence was deafening and you couldn't find it in yourself to look at him after all you've read.

He takes it as a cue to continue, "I got you some roses, baby. Your favourite-"

"When did I say they were my favourite?"

John blinks at the interruption, "I mean, you don't like them? It's tradition to bring the same red roses for you every time I'm back..."

"And when did I say I liked them? Are they my favourite? Or are they her favourite?" You shift towards him, anger evident in your voice.

"Her? Who? Sweetheart, what's going on?"

"I mean, come on man, you like floral shit that much that now you're making me wear it?"

"You...don't like floral scents? Did you want tulips instead, baby?"

Your eyebrows are furrowed in annoyance by his confusion.

"It doesn't matter if I wanted tulips, John, it's the fact that YOU like roses. In fact you've like Roses this entire time! Don't act like you like tulips 'cos you don't- to be honest I don't think you ever have!" You rant, handing running through your hair.

"I mean I like both honey, roses are just, um, prettier?" He sounds like he's asking you rather than telling you.

"Of course roses are prettier to you- that's all that you're fucking used to you. It's always roses, roses, roses. You're so obsessed with fucking roses, you never gave tulips a bloody chance!"

"Are we still talking about flowers-"

"And when you do give tulips a chance, you're still thinking about roses- how red they are, how pretty they are, how they need to be watered every 5 fucking minutes, even then there's already someone to water those damn. Red. Roses."

"I- I mean I like tulips too, baby-"

"No. You don't. No, you don't. Tulips are just the safest options for you, cos someone already plucked out those fucking roses. Cos roses don't want you."

You're standing up now, and John's attempts to speak are futile with every sentence you shout.

"No. In fact, roses has never wanted you, roses look better with someone else, and ol' poor John has no more roses, so he goes and waters some unwanted tulips instead!"

John stands up, towering over your shaking frame, his hands come up to stroke your biceps, but he's pushed away.

"I mean, did John ever even like tulips? Or was he faking it cos he never got roses? Was tulips just the safe option? Does John still want roses after all the years tulips have been there for him?"

You left out a pained cry, you didn't even notice the tears leaking out of your eyes.

"Does John even like tulips? Does John even love tulips?"

His hands wipe your tears away, and he brings you into his chest, and you don't attempt to push him away this time.

"Does you even love me, John?" You break down into his arms, letting him carrying you into the bedroom, where he places you gently on the bed, while you hiccup through your uneven sobs. He smells the stench of wine through your shaking breath, whilst stroking your hair, and you slowly fall into a deep slumber with your head pressed against his still uniform-clad chest.

The clock hits midnight and John gets up, trying not to wake you up, grabbing his sweats from the drawer and walking to the bathroom across the hall, in order to not wake you up, from what looked like a well-needed rest.

As he trudges out of the bedroom and through the corridor, the reflection of the broken glass catches his eyes and he squints in the darkness, squatting down to pick a small shard. As he lifts the remains of the nameplate, hooking it back to the door, he steps over the mess into the study to retrieve a dust pan and brush.

Flicking the lights on, he's met with what looks like a scene from the reality TV show - Hoarders. So starts cleaning quickly, picking up the duster and bunching up the paperwork from the floor, the pot of pens that had seemed to be knocked down, the diary he'd used to write in...hold on-

Picking up the diary, John flicks through the entries, the book naturally opening to the last open slide.

He begins reading the last entry.

19th December 2020

Thought me and Rose would go back to the pub for another drink for the holidays, but she's going back to his place. Seems they're taking the next steps with meeting the families.

Soap's annoyed at how I'm 'ghosting' the girl I met at the pub....

"Oh...my tulip, I've never loved roses as much as I loved you." He mumbles to himself, whilst simultaneously cringing at his previously written words, immediately throwing the book back on the floor.

It's past breakfast when you wake up, throat and eyes painfully dry from last night's crying session, forcing yourself to drag yourself to the bathroom. You've forgotten that John had come home last night, as your met with a familiar empty bed.

After brushing your teeth and washing your face, you walk downstairs, being face to face with the naked back of Captain John Price.

The smell of chocolate pancakes waft towards your nose, as you look around the kitchen, the room garnished with a variety of different flowered bouquets, with so many variations of plants.

Bundles of dahlias and lotuses, orchids and lilies, carnations and irises, roses and tulips.

John turns to your footsteps, smiling at his perfect woman.

"Baby, good mornin'" He greets you, placing a single rose into your hair, and pecking your forehead warmly.

"John, listen about last night-"

"It was the old diary, wasn't it?" he asks.

You nod, ashamed for your abrupt behaviour yesterday. John lifts your chin up, resting his forehead against yours.

"Rose never taught me how to love like you did."

"John, you don-" His pointer finger is pressed against your lips.

"Reading those words from the past, I can see how it may have painted a different picture of my feelings. But let me assure you, my love, that you are the one I adore with all my heart."

Your stroke his face, heart warming to his words.

"Every rose I brought home was a symbol of my love for you, not because it was her favorite, but because it reminded me of the beauty and grace that you bring into my life. And those tulips, they represent the new beginnings and the fresh start that we share together.

My love for you is unwavering and unconditional. You are my tulip, my true love, and I vow to cherish and adore you for all eternity. Please forgive me for any pain or doubt my past words may have caused."

"John..."

He hands you his notepad from from his back pocket, beckoning you to open it.

You look at the first entry.

19th February 2021

I mentioned how I journal sometimes to her, and she bought me a new notepad, it's cute how she calls it a diary. Things are looking good. Bowling's our thing, I let her win because seeing her smile means I've won too. I'm asking her out tonight, Soap cried real tears when I told him.

You turn the page.

20th July 2021

Our 6 month anniversary. Took her to a field of roses and tulips, though nothing compares to her beauty.

The next one.

17th September 2021

I seldom think of Rose, I have my tulip on my mind now. Rose retired, and the team celebrated last night. She hugged me and thanked me for being a good captain. She also acknowledged my previous feelings for her. Man that was uncomfortable, but I reassured her I'm with my tulip now. I love my tulip.

I've always preferred tulips anyway.

And the next.

5th July 2022

Our 500 day anniversary. I want to propose.

17th September 2022

She said yes!! She may be my fiance, but I've already started calling her my wife, not legally yet at least...illegally?

28rd December 2023

We married 30th November. The day we met. Xmas was amazing, I can't see myself with anyone but her. I'm getting deployed tomorrow though.

You look at the most recent entry, dated last night.

16th February 2024

Missed the valentines day with my missus. Hope these roses are enough, though I wanted to get something better. Tulips for my tulip. They ran out haha. Missed my girl, missed her like I've never missed someone before. Soap's right, deployment suck.

Tears welled up in your eyes, not from pain or doubt this time, but from overwhelming joy and love for the man standing before you.

"I'm sorry, John," you whispered, your voice choked with emotion. "I didn't mean to doubt your love."

He smiled, a genuine and heartfelt smile that reached his eyes, pulling you into a warm embrace. "No need for apologies, my tulip. Thank you for teaching me how to love."

And in that moment, amidst the scent of chocolate pancakes and fresh flowers, it felt like you love story was just beginning, filled with trust, forgiveness, and a deep, unwavering love for each other.

That should not have taken me 2 days to complete what in the world. Also if i was tulip, that old diary is going straight into a fire! Barbecue anyone? <3 Quick Notes: I head-cannoned Rose to look like Sergeant Calhoun from Fix-it-Felix lolololol woman crush fr i get u john boy I've decided to start a tag list! -> lemme know you're interested to be tagged in my future posts! tags -> @lilliumrorum

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ddejavvu · 3 months

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I saw a video on tiktok the other day of a man on his wedding day getting down to the level of his new stepdaughter and reading out vows to her about how he'll always love and care for her and I bawled my eyes out. Now all I can think about is Hotch and single!mom reader on their wedding day getting down and reading vows to each others children. I dont know if you write single! Parent reader, but if you do could you write something with this premise? Thank you lovely if you can

Your daughter is mildly confused when Aaron beckons her over during the ceremony, but at four years old, she's mostly obedient to her parents. Well- to Aaron. To you, she protests and screams and giggles maniacally, but you suppose you're the one that gave it to her, so you can't complain without sounding like a hypocrite.

You set a hand on Jack's shoulder, ushering the older boy into your own grip.

"You look so handsome," You gush, eyes teeming with tears that threaten to ruin your mascara, "Jack, I- I won't embarrass you by calling you a mushy nickname like CrackerJack, or JackAttack, or Jackers-"

"You're using them all right now-!" The teenager protests, but he doesn't shrug your hand off of his shoulder; his protests are for show.

"Sorry! Sorry," You sniffle, and you let the fifteen year old wipe a tear away from your eye before it ruins your makeup.

"Jack," You repeat, steeling yourself, "I- I just want you to know that I love you. It's not because I love your dad, it's not because we live together, it's not because you woke me up with breakfast in bed on my birthday. It's- it's because of you, sweetheart. I know you're getting older, and- and you might be going away to college soon," You poorly withhold a sob, thinking of an empty bed in the room down the hall, "-but I just- I need you to know that it's you that I love, just the same as I love June. Your mom was an amazing woman, and she made an amazing son, and I'm so honored that you've given me permission to be your stepmom. I love you- Jackers."

Perhaps its awkward for the teen to face such strong emotion head-on, but you won't tattle to his schoolfriends about the tears that well up in his eyes, or the red tint to his nose as he bites them back.

"Love you too," He supplies weakly, surging forwards to wrap his arms around your waist- but it's all you need. One of your photographers makes to readjust your veil where it's been momentarily crumpled beneath his arm, but damn the veil, your stepson is more important.

"They're gushy," Aaron accuses, holding little June in his arms and pointing at you, "Are we gonna be gushy, Junie B Jones?"

Her eyes are mystified as she stares at her mama and her brother, but she shakes her head dutifully at Aaron.

"Oh, go, you're sappier than I am," You tease Aaron, and it rouses a light chuckle from your guests.

"Loony-Junie," Aaron starts, and the girl in his grasp giggles at the name. Encouraged by her delight, he employs her favorite moniker; her most desired snack, "My little pickle. Thank you, for letting me marry your mama. And for giving her the ring, even if it fell in the eggs instead of the fully-baked cake."

The little girl roars with a squeal of laughter at the memory, and- now you know why the Lysol wipes were on the counter the night of Aaron's proposal.

"You were a super big helper to me and your brother," He continues, holding her close, "And I'm so happy I get to be your stepdad now. I know you're a big girl, and you can do pretty much everything by yourself now," He lets her pipe up, falling silent as her tiny voice rings out.

"-I can even put my own shoes on the right feet!"

Not every audience member manages to stifle their giggle, but the little girl doesn't look abashed for it. Aaron nods with a fond grin on his face, and Jack leans into your side where you've pinned him in a hug.

"She can not. I had to switch her mary janes before the ceremony."

"Stop," You pinch him in the side, snorting with laughter and concealing it in the warmth of his shoulder, "Do not make me turn into an evil stepmother, Jack. Let her have this." He concedes- oh, such a good brother.

"I know!" Aaron exclaims, one of his large palms spread wide across her belly as he holds her in his arms, "I'm super proud of you, baby. But. If you ever need help with your shoes, or with your hair, or with your friends, or with your teachers, or with your brother," He shoots a suspicious glance at Jack who sticks his tongue out at his father, "Or with anything at all, pickle, you come tell me. Okay? Even if it's a problem that I'm part of."

"Okay," She agrees easily, unaware of the dozens of painfully-swollen hearts watching the display, "Thanks, dada."

"Oh, pickle," He bites back a shallow, raw twinge to his voice as he hugs her and you hiss, 'Gushy.'

"I love you too," He promises June, "Forever, and always, and even longer after that."

"Infinity?" Her eyes shine; it's a concept her pre-k class came upon in a library comic book and she's fascinated with it.

"For infinity." Aaron confirms, and her teeth show in a grin as brilliantly white and gleaming as the beads sewn into your outfit.

Her response is two tiny, chubby arms slung around his neck, and a delicate face buried in his shoulder. Despite your no-photography request, you're fairly certain a camera shutter goes off that doesn't belong to the photographer you hired.

Garcia.

Oh, well.

"Alright you saps," You manage to blubber, your voice barely clear of the sobs creeping up your throat, "Let's get married before I cry and ruin my makeup. I paid so much for the stylist."

Jovial laughter rings through the tent you've set up, and Aaron sets June down, though she follows at his heels the same way Jack does at yours. They stand together, brother and sister, just as you do with Hotch, soon-to-be husband and wife.

"Don't cry." You command, "Or I'll cry."

"Don't cry," He repeats with a sheepish grin and a thick voice, blinking rapidly, as your babies join hands, "Or I'll cry."

"I'm crying," A faint voice from the audience rings out, but you can't manage to find any annoyance towards Garcia's repeated disruptions.

Aaron laughs, squeezing his eyes shut and letting a tear slip despite his best efforts. He presses his forehead to yours, and you do the same, feeling his breath fan over your face as he reels himself in.

"Come on, Hotchner," You urge, your voice wobbly, as your heart races in anticipation, the officiant stepping towards you, "Get it together, big guy. I'm not leaving this tent without your last name."

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queuestarter · 4 months

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dreamt

(finnick odair x reader)

cw: childbirth

link to the request → finnick is scared for reader as she goes into labor

open to requests !!

Finnick was scared.

After forty long weeks, you’re finally ready to have your baby.

For the duration of the pregnancy, he’s been hovering over you like a mother hen. Constantly making sure that you feel comfortable, that you have had enough to eat and drink, rising with you at odd hours of the morning just so you can open the window to smell the salt air.

But now that it’s actually time for the baby to come, he feels completely powerless.

There’s nothing that he can really do for you besides hold your hand and ask how you’re feeling. The midwife is taking care of both you and the baby excellently, but the lack of control over the situation is scaring him beyond belief.

“Fuck,” you groan as another contraction hits you. Finnick immediately sets down the blanket he was stress folding and rushes to your side. You’re in the bathtub at the moment, having decided that you wanted to do a water birth.

“Is everything okay? What’s wrong?” He sends a look to the midwife, who looks at him unimpressed.

“She’s fine. Her contractions are getting closer together, so we can start to expect her to begin pushing at any moment.”

Finnick blinks twice. He knew this moment was coming but having it be so close now is terrifying. “Is she ready? Is the baby even ready for that?”

The midwife lets out a sigh, brushing a cool towel over your forehead. “The contractions are letting us know that both baby and mama are ready for labor. Mr. Odair, how about you hold your wife’s hand and support her?”

Finnick rushes to put his hand in yours, eyebrows furrowing when he feels you squeeze the life out of his palm. “What can I do for you, my love?”

“Nothing,” you grunt. “Just stay there. I feel like pushing.”

Finnick can feel the blood drain from his face. He didn’t expect things to progress so quickly. “Oh. Okay, that’s fine. You’ve got this, my love. I’ll be right here the entire time.”

Even though he’s scared out of his mind, Finnick does his best to comfort you during labor. He keeps one of his hands clasped with yours, the other rubbing soothing circles on your lower back. When the midwife says that it’s finally time to push, he whispers encouraging words in your ears the entire time.

He puts his fears to the side to make sure that you feel as safe and loved as possible.

He only feels settled when he hears the cry of your son ring out in the air. When you let out a final sigh of contentment and hold your beautiful baby in your arms. This is what everything has been leading up to and neither of you could be happier.

“He’s beautiful,” you cry, running a finger down the bridge of his nose. “He looks just like you.” You’ve both left the bathroom and settled into your bed.

Finnick wipes his own tears away, choking down a sob. He doesn’t think the baby looks like much of anything right now, but he doesn’t say that. Instead he cradles the both of you in his own arms and stares down at the two loves of his life. “Thank you for giving me such a perfect life. I never thought I would be able to have this.”

“Thank you,” you whisper back. “This is everything I’ve ever wanted.”

Finnick plants a kiss on your neck before breathing the moment in.

He agrees- this is everything he’s ever wanted, as well.

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freedomfireflies · 1 year

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Hers*

Summary: The fifth and final part to Mine*

Your mafia boss boyfriend, Harry, has made you a deal.

Two for the price of one. He'll share you with Asher. For one night. And one night only.

And all you have to do? Be good and take it.

Word Count: 9.6k (...don't ask)

*Contains Mature and Explicit content, so please only consume what you feel comfortable with!💞*

“Easy, mama. Breathe. That’s it, that’s my girl. Relax for me, okay? Relax.”

Forcing a shaky breath through quivering lips, you do your best to oblige Harry’s request, allowing your muscles to uncoil as you settle before him.

“Good,” he hums, large palm smoothing across your hip. “Don’t want it to hurt, my love. Need you nice and loose for me.”

“I know,” you say, lashes fluttering shut. “I know, m’sorry.”

“Don’t have to be sorry, honey,” he reminds you, although there’s a hint of reprimand. “Just have to be relaxed.”

You nod again and unclench your fists from around the blanket. He’s doing his best to help you along, making sure to keep his touch light and comforting. And it’s something you thoroughly appreciate as he gingerly circles the tip of the plug around your hole.

“Talk to me,” he suddenly demands as he pulls the item away. “Tell me what you’re looking forward to about this weekend.”

He’s trying to distract you, and you smile as you glance toward the pillows at the head of the bed. “I’m excited to be with you,” you tell him honestly. “Both of you, but…especially you. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you share before.”

“And you won’t again,” he snorts under his breath before you feel his puckered lips meet your ass cheek. It’s a quick peck, meant to encourage you, and your grin grows. “Lucky I’m even considering it this time.”

You turn to sneak a glance over your shoulder. “Why are you?”

He doesn’t meet your eye, instead keeping his focus on the task at hand. “Because I can tell it’s something you want. And I want to give you everything you ever want. Everything you deserve.”

Your heart jumps. “You think I deserve Asher?”

You smirk to show you’re teasing, and he chuckles to himself as he gently guides your thighs further apart.

“I think you deserve the best,” Harry replies cooly. “Maybe that’s Asher, maybe it’s not. That’s why I want to be there. To find out.”

You run your tongue over your bottom lip. “Do you trust him?”

He looks up.

“I trust you,” he says softly. “I trust that if this is something you want…then you’ll enjoy it. And I trust that if at any point it’s not…you’ll tell me.”

“I will,” you agree quickly. “You know I will. But I don’t want you to do this just because of me. Not if it’s not something you actually want.”

“I want what you want,” he repeats, a bit firmer. “This time, that’s Asher. I’ve seen the way you are with him. And I’ve seen the way he is with you. The only thing I expect of him is that he takes care of you. Which he does. And as long as he continues to do so…I’ll continue to let him keep his heart inside of his body.”

You snort and glance back down at the mattress, readjusting your position. “I think you just like knowing how scared he is.”

You don’t have to see Harry to know he’s grinning. “It’s fun to watch him sweat.”

“You’re a horrible friend.”

“I’m not his friend. I’m his boss.”

“Well…you’re a horrible boss, then.”

“Considering all I’ve allowed him to see and do, I’d say I’m pretty generous.”

“Maybe he didn’t want to.”

“He did,” Harry says quickly. Confidently. “Believe me, honey. He wanted to. He told me.”

“He told you and you let him live? I’m shocked,” you tease, feigning a surprised gasp.

However, this earns you a gentle but loud smack to the ass as you chuckle.

“Watch it,” he warns. “Yes, I let him live. Because I knew he wasn’t a threat.”

“No?”

“No.” He squeezes your hip, calling your attention back as you look over your shoulder.

Your stomach flips when you see the somber expression on his face.

“You love me,” he says. Not a question. Not a theory. A statement. “He will never change that.”

“No,” you echo, and your answer overwhelms you. “No, never.”

He reaches around to take hold of your chin and give it a squeeze. “That’s my girl,” he murmurs. “I want to do this with you—with him—because it’ll make you happy. Because you deserve to be taken care of. And I know he’ll do it right.”

With that, he drags the tip of the plug down to the arousal already collecting between your thighs, effortlessly lubricating the small object as the question is put to bed.

You reel, gasping through a slack jaw as you steady yourself on your hands and knees.

“Remember what I said,” he reminds you, patting your hip softly. “Gotta relax for me.”

You nod quickly, silently commanding your body to comply, to unwind, to loosen.

And then…he dips down.

Spit dribbles from his lips, landing between your cheeks as you mewl and wiggle closer to the strange sensation.

He makes a noise—either of approval or disappointment, you aren’t sure—before his finger is diving through the pool of saliva and slipping inside.

He’s already been stretching you for the past few minutes, attempting to make this experience a bit more pleasant.

And you’re more than thankful for that now, lost in the feeling of your muscles being coaxed into submission, the feeling of your walls being pushed apart, the feeling of him.

His digit alone is such a fantastically full feeling, you know a cock will send you on a one-way ride to heaven.

“There she is,” he hums, seemingly proud of the way you’ve begun to unwind. “Feels good, hm?”

“Yes,” you breathe, practically pushing back into him. “Fuck—”

“Been a while, I know,” he remarks before he retracts his hand and brings the plug back. “Proud of you, mama.”

Your cheeks warm from the praise before allowing your body to fall quiet. Limbs going utterly still as you await the feeling of the toy, eyes falling down to the dark duvet beneath you.

There’s not much resistance, and you can’t feel too surprised. In fact, it’s quite the subtle but enjoyable feeling. Made even more pleasurable by the way Harry speaks to you.

“That’s my fucking girl,” he whispers, making sure to keep a steady pace. “Oh, honey. Look so pretty right now. Wish you could see how well your sweet little hole stretches for me.”

You bite back a moan. Clenching certainly won’t help, and you almost wonder if he’s trying to be lewd on purpose, just to test you.

Once it’s seated snugly within your ass, Harry hums again and presses his lips to the base of your spine. “There you go. How’s it feel?”

“Good,” you whisper, allowing for a moment to indulge in the sensation. “Full.”

“Yeah? Good,” he repeats, taking a handful of hip in each hand before pulling you back just to watch your cheeks spread. “Fucking hell, mama. Don’t know if I can wait till this evening.”

You smirk as you settle onto your heels, lacing your fingers through his. “Then don’t. Call him over now.”

“Wish I could,” he sighs as he walks around the bed to face you. “But I need to swing by the warehouse, and I need you somewhere safe.”

“And why again am I not safe here?”

“Told you,” he says, caressing your cheek with his palm before running a thumb down your lip. “This location could be compromised if something goes wrong. S’better to have you in a safe house while we have the meeting. And once it’s all over, we can come home.”

Home. A singular word filled with a lifetime of memories. You love the way he says it. Love the tenacious way he speaks about the shared space you both belong in. The place you yearn to come back to.

You press your mouth against his finger, kissing him gently.

He smiles.

“Okay,” you agree. “As long as you’re not gone long.”

“Try not to be.”

“Promise?”

He frowns but there’s a hint of playful amusement within the firm expression. “You know how I feel about promises.”

“I know,” you reply, sneaking your hand around his wrist to keep him close. “But I need you to promise me anyway.”

He sighs. “Honey…”

“I need to hear you say it,” you insist softly. “I need to know you’ll come back to me.”

Now he understands, and his eyes fill with a desperate longing. “Always,” he nearly growls, using both palms to take hold of your face and bring you to him. “Fucking always, mama. Always come back to you.”

You smile as your nose brushes against his. “Promise?”

He exhales a deep breath, as if you’ve stolen the air right out of his lungs. “I promise.”

You kiss him. And you don’t let him go for quite some time, thankful to have him in this moment…and all the rest.

“But you have to promise me something, too,” he whispers, pressing his lips to your cheek.

“Yeah?”

He nods before that devious grin finds its way back. “Promise me…you won’t tell Asher about this little surprise until tonight,” he says, reaching down to smack his hand against your ass. “Think he deserves a little treat.”

And you can’t help but laugh as you agree. “I promise,” you vow before the sound of the door opening echoes throughout the apartment.

Asher announces his arrival as Harry helps you to your feet, making sure to keep you steady as you adjust to the newly acquired object.

“Get dressed,” he instructs softly before releasing you to walk toward the door. “He’s gonna take you to the safe house, and then I’ll see you tonight.”

“Okay,” you reply, equally as quiet. “Har?”

He stops just before he’s completely disappeared into the hallway. “Hm?”

“I love you.”

He smiles, and it makes your heart sing.

“I love you, honey,” he calls back. “Now be good for me.”

You grin. “Yes, daddy.”

And he laughs. In that beautiful, symphonic way. It almost makes your chest ache as you watch him slip into the living room to debrief his right-hand man while you’re left to put your shorts back on.

Once you’re ready, you join the boys by the door, catching the tail end of their hushed conversation.

“—until tomorrow,” Harry is murmuring. “Unless we draw him out.”

“We will,” Asher replies, nodding once. “Matthews is a fucking idiot. He thinks he’s got a shot at infiltrating our system, he’s not gonna pass that up.”

“No,” Harry agrees. “Especially not after Sean—"

The muted discussion comes to an abrupt end when Harry’s eye catches you sneaking through the living room.

“Hi, sugar,” he calls, a bit louder than necessary, almost as if alerting Asher of your presence, too.

Asher turns, and when he sees you…he smiles.

“Hi,” you say back, nodding at the second-in-command.

“You ready?” Harry asks.

“Yeah. I wasn’t sure what to bring, but—”

“Asher’s got it,” Harry answers simply, shooting you a reassuring grin. “Don’t need to bring anything but that cute little ass.”

The teasing remark is a double-edged sword, and you and Harry exchange a smirk as your skin warms and Asher’s brow raises.

However, he doesn’t question it. “In that case…are you ready?”

You nod again. “I think. How far is it?”

“Couple hours,” Harry replies. “Just outside the city.”

“Is Paul coming?”

“No.”

Your brow raises. “Okay…why?”

There’s a beat as Harry reaches into his suit jacket pocket to retrieve a cigarette and a match. “We’re not compromising your location,” he says as he places the filter between his lips and strikes the light. “S’better if fewer people know.”

“So, just you and Asher?”

“Mhm.” He inhales deeply before plucking the object between two fingers and pulling it free. “You’ll be safer that way.”

And despite how methodical he makes the whole affair sound, you know this is something he’s actively fighting himself on.

He prioritizes you above all else, even when that means sending you two hours away so he can conduct a meeting with someone on the black market.

But he hates it. You know he hates it. He absolutely cannot stand being away from you, especially in moments like this.

And he doesn’t want you to know just how weak you make him.

Fighting a gentle smirk, you stride toward him and snatch the cigarette from his grasp.

He huffs as you smash the ashes against the wall, effectively putting out the light before tossing it into the trash can.

“What have I told you about this?” you remind him, tone playful with just a hint of admonishment.

He sighs, glancing down at the lost nicotine with a mournful frown. “Well, what else do you expect me to do?”

“I expect you…to kiss me,” you whisper as he drags his eyes back to you.

It doesn’t take much more for him to slip his fingers around the back of your neck and tug you to him, his mouth instantly colliding with yours.

It doesn’t matter that he’d already kissed you a mere ten minutes ago.

Because this kiss—and all of his kisses—are like snowflakes. Unique, and special, and one of a kind.

It makes your stomach flip, and your head grow fuzzy, and your ears ring.

Because it’s never just a kiss.

It’s an unspoken vow of love and loyalty.

“I love you,” he whispers, soft enough that you imagine only you can hear.

You nod quickly as you press your lips into his bottom one. “I love you,” you repeat. “Don’t be stupid.”

He grins as he releases you. “Never.”

With that, you follow Asher out of the apartment, leaving Harry to finish a few things before heading to the warehouse.

However, instead of Asher’s familiar car, you’re brought to a stop in front of a rather intimidating looking motorcycle.

“And what…is this?” you ask as he grabs a helmet off the handle.

He chuckles while outstretching it toward you. “What’s it look like, sweetheart?”

“You want to take this?” you nearly stammer, eyeing the dark black death machine. “What was wrong with your car?”

He lifts his shoulder in a casual shrug. “Not nearly as fun, now, is it?”

Your response is a flat expression, and he laughs again.

“There’s a higher chance of somebody recognizing my car,” he explains as he moves to swing his leg over the bike. “But they won’t recognize this.”

It’s an adequate justification you suppose. And you aren’t opposed to riding one. You and Harry used to ride together all the time back when you first met.

But never when you had a plug in.

Swallowing your nerves, you slip the helmet over your head as Asher starts the engine, his observant eyes flicking across the dash.

Straddling onto the back of the seat behind him, you watch while he revs the throttle, and props his foot up.

Then, he glances toward his shoulder. “You ready, sweetheart?”

You swallow, arms slipping around his dark black t-shirt. “Where’s your helmet?”

He smirks. “Only have the one. But I don’t need it. I’ll be fine.”

You can’t help the disapproving frown that forms. “Ash—”

“Don’t worry,” he insists, chuckling as he returns his attention forward. “Just hold on, yeah?”

With that, the bike jolts forward, and you cement yourself to his back as he swings a right and leads you both out of the parking lot.

He’s on the highway in twenty seconds flat, swaying from side to side as he slips between the cars. It’s one effortless, fluid motion that makes your heart drop to your stomach, but more than that…it’s exhilarating.

In fact, you don’t even have time to be anxious when each bump you hit and turn you make stimulates the small object beneath you.

And you’re trying not to let it affect you. Trying so hard to keep your focus on the two-hour ride you have ahead of you.

But then the tires will roll over a small rock, and your eyes will roll back in your head.

Your fingers dig into the fabric on Asher’s chest as you squeeze for dear life. And he glances back from time to time, just to make sure you’re all right.

But you’re not all right. And you won’t be until you take this damn thing out.

“You okay?” he yells once you’ve left the city.

You nod. “Yeah,” you call back, although your boa constrictor-like grip suggests otherwise. “Just peachy.”

You catch his smile before he gets off the exit and begins down a seemingly abandoned back road.

There’s still ninety minutes to go, so you will yourself to relax. To focus on anything else besides the throbbing between your legs. Or the position of your clit against the seat. Or the way your chest is pressed to Asher’s back.

But it seems as though the entire universe is working against you in this moment, and despite your best efforts, you find that you’re losing the game.

And when the bike rounds a particularly sharp corner, it all comes to a hilt.

A rather airy moan slips free as you scratch your nails down his chest, and you catch the way he sneaks a look back at you.

“You okay, sweetheart?” he asks again, seemingly unaware of the nature behind your noise.

However, speaking will only make things worse, so you nod mutely and pull your lip between your teeth.

This answer satiates him for a while longer before it happens again, and your whimpers become harder to hide.

He doesn’t question you this time around, but a quick glance over his profile proves that he’s beginning to understand why these noises are different.

And so familiar.

You’re thankful he doesn’t ask you to explain. That he doesn’t directly call out your subtle grinding or the desperate whines that dance through the wind and find him.

Instead, he carries on with the ride as though he hasn’t noticed, and this alone gives you the strength to keep your impending orgasm at bay.

After all, Harry would be quite disappointed to find out he’d missed such a sight.

And you don’t imagine starting off the evening with Harry’s disapproval will work in your favor.

The next hour feels like the slow crawl of death. The tortuous journey nearly dragging you to the finish line as Asher finally arrives at the gated building.

You just about moan with relief when he punches in the code, pulls into the parking lot, and brings the motorbike to a stop.

And the moment the engine is killed, you have to bite back a whine, thankful for the reprieve from the vibrations against your cunt.

Asher helps you stand to your feet before slipping the helmet off your head and placing it back on the handle.

You notice he’s smiling in that charming, boyish way. A look that you’re more than familiar with, and it instantly calms your remaining nerves as he leads you inside.

He spends the first few minutes surveying the premises. Checking each closet, door, and hallway for any security risks or planted bugs. He then radios Paul and instructs him to confirm to Harry that the location is secure.

Finally, once Asher is satisfied, he joins you in the living room, and returns his gun to his belt.

“How you feelin’?” he asks, perching on the edge of the seat just beside you.

You swallow thickly and squeeze your thighs a bit tighter together. “Hm? Oh, good. Yeah. Good. Better. Now that we’re…on the ground again.”

He exhales a gentle laugh, and you feel your cheeks fill with heat. “Yeah, sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you.”

“No, it’s okay. It was…fun.”

His brow jumps up. “Yeah?”

Shit. You glance back down at your lap and nod once. “Mhm.”

Once again, he finds amusement through your timid behavior and lack of eye contact. But you can’t explain why, and you can’t exactly fight it. So, you surrender to the docile demeanor, keeping your focus on your cuticles as you wait for Harry to join you.

“Hey, Ash?” you venture after a moment, breaking the comfortable quiet.

His head turns to you.

“Are you…nervous? About tonight?” you begin hesitantly, letting yourself steal a glimpse of his quizzical expression. “I mean…is this something you really want to do? Or is Harry manhandling you into it?”

He laughs, and the warm sound echoes around the room. “Believe me, sweetheart. I am more than okay with it.”

You shift in your spot on the sofa, angling your body to fully face him. “Okay, but…are you sure? Just because he’s your boss doesn’t mean you have to do everything he says. He won’t kill you if you say no.”

He grins so big you can see his teeth. “That’s not why I agreed. I agreed because he was right. It’s my job to take care of you.”

You sigh, features playfully unamused. “I think this goes well beyond the specifications of your job description.”

“Maybe. But you’re his girl. And I’d do anything for either of you.”

“Even this?”

“Even this.”

“And it’s not…weird?”

“I don’t think so. Do you?”

You hesitate. “No…I’ve known you forever. I feel safe with you.”

“Good.” He seems genuinely pleased with this. “This isn’t about me, sweetheart. This is about you. About both of you. Harry likes an audience and I’m happy to give him one.”

You suppose this is true. You’ve always known this about your boyfriend and truth be told, you can’t imagine a better audience than Asher.

You spend the next half hour or so exchanging stories about the aforementioned man. The different moods he has, the different coping methods he’s developed, and even a few of his more taboo kinks.

Asher remarks on how different Harry was when he was younger, although he’s not surprised that this is the man he became. And he’s happy that you found each other. That you can be Harry’s light.

And you’re happy that Harry can be your darkness.

Not long after, the security system calls a shrill word of warning from its spot on the wall as Asher leaps to his feet and heads for the door.

He sneaks a hand behind his back, fingers curling on the base of the gun still hidden beneath his belt while cautiously approaching. Then, after a quick look over the monitor, he presses a button and instantly steps back to allow the door to swing open.

And in strides Harry.

He looks about the same as when you left him. He’s still donning his dark, matte suit. His hair is still perfectly displaced, and his skin is still thankfully free of any blood.

A good sign.

But everything else is off. His ordinarily indifferent expression has grown hard. Unforgiving. His jaw seems to be clenched so tight, you’re worried he might chip a tooth. The veins in his neck are corded and pushing against his skin, and even from the sofa, you can see there’s an emptiness in his eye.

Asher begins to frown. “What happened?”

Harry’s head shakes as he looks from his right-hand man to you. “Not now,” he says simply, voice dripping with malicious disdain. “I don’t want to think about it right now.”

Instead, he brushes past Asher and makes a beeline for you. And your heart flutters inside your chest as you look up at the tall man coming to a quick stop before you.

He reaches out and snatches your chin in his palm, gently but firmly tugging you upright until he can connect his lips with yours.

This kiss is angry. Vindictive. Filled with remorse and malevolent indignation. It captures each desperate gasp for air, and he swallows your timid compliance mercilessly.

When he feels generous enough to allow you a breath, you’re tucked beneath his arm while he presses his mouth against your temple.

“How was it?” he whispers, and there’s a certain strain to his inquisition that suggests he’s wrestling a larger demon within himself.

You nod gently and let the smell of his familiar cologne envelope you—calm you. “It was good.”

“Yeah?” He looks to Asher. “No problems?”

“Not…exactly,” Asher replies, and you watch the corner of his mouth dance with the idea of smirking.

Harry’s eyebrow raises. “And what does that mean?”

“Well, it wasn’t exactly a problem,” Asher explains, letting his focus fall to you. “But I think she did have a bit of an interesting ride.”

Harry’s head rolls until he can look down at you. “Oh?”

Your skin warms under the heat of his gaze as you tangle your fingers into his nice shirt. “Couldn’t help it. Felt so good, Har.”

You watch as Harry’s calloused features dissolve into that of smug intrigue. “I bet it did, mama. Does he know why?”

The spotlight swings to Asher, who stands a few feet away, exceedingly curious.

Your lips roll into your mouth as you shake your head.

Harry smiles. “Then why don’t you show him?”

Eager to do just that, you stand back, and lace your fingers around the waistband of your shorts.

Slowly, you turn around, and begin shimmying the denim material down your thighs. Then, you continue to guide the pants down to your ankles, body bending until they reach the floor.

And the moment you’re bent over, you hear Asher curse.

He’s got a direct line of sight to the purple object Harry placed neatly between your ass. And now he understands why the ride on his motorcycle was so…stimulating for you. Why it had you whimpering in his ear as he rocked the bike from side to side while racing through the mountains.

And after you’ve stood back up and turned around, you can see exactly what this revelation does to him.

Harry chuckles underneath his breath as he slips his palm across your bare hip, guiding you back to him. “S’pretty, isn’t it?”

Asher swallows visibly before forcing a curt nod. “Mhm. Very.”

“All nice and stretched for you,” Harry murmurs before grinning down at your hopeful expression. “Aren’t you, honey? You ready to take him?”

You nearly mewl as you nod your enthusiastic agreement, once more grasping onto his shirt as if to plead with him.

“I know,” he coos, cupping your cheek in his palm. “Bet it’s been aching all day, hm? Know you’re so excited.”

And you are. You’ve never felt more infatuated with an idea, and the longer they take to ruin you, the worse the need gets.

“My sweet girl,” he whispers, guiding his thumb toward your lips before slipping it inside your mouth.

You suck, instantly calmed as you sweep your tongue around him, and allow yourself to settle.

“Gotta go over some rules first, yeah?” he says, a bit louder now so you both can hear.

Asher steps closer.

“One…this is about you, mama,” Harry begins, echoing Asher’s earlier sentiments. “We’re not here to hurt you, or punish you, or make you feel unsafe. Is that understood?”

You nod.

He pops his finger free just to take hold of your jaw. “Two…you use your words. Always. You tell us that you’re okay or if you need to stop. If you don’t, I end it.”

You nod again, but he frowns.

“Okay,” you agree verbally, and he hums. “I will.”

Pleased, he carries on. “Three…” He turns to Asher now. “You don’t come inside her. Not her ass. Not her throat. Nothing. You pull out, you get yourself off, and that’s it.”

For some reason, you almost feel embarrassed by the unrelenting and rather strict condition that Harry proposes.

But Asher merely replies, “Understood.”

“And you wear a condom,” Harry adds. “I won’t risk her health because of this. I don’t care if you’re clean, I don’t care if you’re gentle. The only one that gets to feel her is me.”

“Understood.”

Harry’s attention returns to you. “If at any point you want to stop, or you want him gone, or you feel unsure…you fucking tell me. I don’t care if we haven’t come. I don’t care if you think you need to make us happy, make us finish. You tell me. And we’ll talk about it.”

Another resolute rule. “I know, Har. I will. I promise.”

But he’s not finished. “And if you slip into your subspace, then I make the call. If I think you need to be through, then we’re through. And I don’t want any whining or begging. We stop, and that’s that.”

The anticipation just about kills you. Already, your eagerness to be put in these situations lures you into a submissive state of mind. Until everything whittles down to what he’s saying. What he’s offering.

“Okay,” you breathe, bouncing on the tips of your toes. “Okay, I swear.”

He studies you for a moment. Perhaps looking for any deception or perhaps he’s deciding if you’re truly hearing him.

But you know he’s just as keen as you are to begin, so he nods his approval before tapping his finger over your mouth once more.

“Good girl,” he hums. “Now…take my rings off for me.”

Your breath hitches as you step closer, instantly taking hold of his wrist to hold his hand where you need it.

And both men watch as you lick your tongue up his palm and right toward his middle digit.

Once you’ve reached the tip, you wrap your lips around him and move down, teeth gently grazing his skin as you go.

You vaguely catch his mumbled curse as you reach the delicate piece of jewelry. But you pay it no mind, instead keeping your focus on swirling your tongue around the ring before latching onto it and sucking it back up.

Once it’s off, he holds out his other hand, and you let it drop.

He smirks. “Good girl. Now the others.”

You move to the next one, repeating the pattern of pulling and guiding, all while making sure to put on a show.

You never once deviate your eyes from his, allowing him to see just how much you enjoy completing such a menial, borderline degrading task.

And you let him know just how much you love when he’s in charge.

It’s rare he offers to let you take the reins. But when he does, it’s still quite fun. After all, he thinks it’s cute when you’re his dominant and you think it’s cute that he pretends you actually are.

Once his fingers are ring free, he slips his palm around the back of your neck and gives it a squeeze. “Bedroom. Now.”

Slightly disappointed to steal yourself from him, you nod and begin for the room just off the hallway.

The boys follow a few feet behind, and you can hear their soft murmurings, but you don’t inquire to know the details. You imagine you’ll find out soon enough.

Once you’ve all gathered around the mattress, Harry takes your hand, brings your knuckles to his lips, and winks.

Your skin warms from the rather innocent display of affection before he’s leading you to the bed. You’re placed between his legs while he settles back against the headboard, and the moment you’re comfortable, his large hands curl around your thighs and drag them apart.

Then, Asher makes himself known, crawling into the newly made space until he can nestle down onto his stomach.

He takes hold of your hips, and with a little help from Harry, manages to lift you up so he can slip a pillow beneath your ass.

You swallow.

“It’s Asher’s turn to taste you,” Harry tells you simply, dipping down until his mouth can dance across your ear. “And I’m gonna be nice…and let him.”

You push yourself into Harry’s chest, head dropping onto his shoulder as you scratch your nails down his arms. You can’t find a response. Don’t really need one. You just need them.

Asher seems encouraged by your willing silence, smiling to himself as he scoots closer and smooths his touch up your legs.

“You ready, sweetheart?” His voice is calm. Reassuring. Familiar and all around safe.

You nod before Harry pinches your thigh and reminds you of his rule. “Yes,” you say aloud. “Yes, I’m ready.”

You feel Harry smirk against your cheek.

With that, Asher dives forward. You weren’t sure how he would feel. You know how his fingers feel. Know his touch, and his voice, and the way he looks at you.

But this…this is new. Wonderful, and soft, and just a bit dangerous.

It’s even a bit messy. How could it not be with the way you’ve been drenched since the moment Harry put the plug in. Truth be told, you’re not sure the difference between your arousal and Asher’s contribution.

Either way, his large tongue licks up your cunt like this is the first drink of water he’s had in years. Like you’re the only remedy to his deprivation. As if he knows this is the first and only time Harry will ever allow him to taste you.

He indulges in you. Nips at you with the fervent desire to feast. To lick through you, to devour you, to savor everything you have to offer.

He’s relentless and yet patient. He takes his time because he knows you have more to give. Knows that you’re enjoying this as much as he is.

“Look at you, mama,” Harry whispers, his strong fingers pressing marks into your tender skin as he keeps you spread. “Fucking love this, don’t you?”

And you do, so you nod zealously, whimpering beneath a pained breath as you squirm between Harry’s legs.

“How does he feel, hm?” he asks next, running his nose along your temple. “S’he making you feel good, honey?”

Your answer comes in the form of a salacious moan, your jaw going slack as you suck in a sharp breath.

“Is that a yes?” Harry pushes. “’Cause if he’s not…I’ll put a fucking bullet through his head.”

And you can feel Asher curse against your pussy before he’s sucking your clit into his mouth, cheeks hollowing as you whine.

The threat lingers for just a moment, met only with more needy whimpers, and lewd licks to your cunt.

You don’t imagine Harry would ever follow through on such an ultimatum, but the look in Asher’s eye almost convinces you otherwise.

Harry’s decisions are rarely ever made through calm, sound logic. More often than not, his choices are the result of a short temper and lack of patience.

And you. Despite what he might tell you, you are the sole reason for his insanity. He will stop at nothing to keep you with him. Keep this little life you two have built.

And if Asher happened to compromise that…

You shiver from the very thought, and from the way your orgasm is beginning to unravel.

“Are you close, sweet girl?” Harry murmurs, pulling you a bit wider. “Hm? Does it ache, baby? Need to let go? Need to come?”

You’re trying to nod, trying to breathe, trying to do anything but cry desperately as you writhe between his arms.

He only hums. “No.”

With that, Asher pops his mouth from your clit and straightens up, leaving your swollen, sensitive, and quite red cunt where he found it.

You wilt. Become absolutely unhinged as the loss of pleasure leaves you desolate and depraved.

“Harry,” you nearly gasp, whining as you tug on his wrists.

“No,” he repeats calmly. “No, not gonna waste your first on him. Want your first around us, mama. Gonna be around our cocks, yeah?”

Truthfully, you want nothing else, and you just about purr as you murmur your agreement, and scoot back into his body.

He chuckles when he feels the way you’re trying to pull your legs from beneath his hands, clearly desperate for some sort of friction. And you hope he’ll have pity on you. At least let you find a bit of relief before you begin.

However, he only smacks his large hand down your naked thigh in warning before you feel his mouth press to your cheek.

“No,” he repeats for a third time. “Enough. Told you to behave, didn’t I?”

You fight to catch your breath. “…yes.”

“So behave.”

God, you could just about come from his tone of voice alone. The angry and virile hiss that he only uses when he’s truly lost on you. In the need to own you, claim you, ruin you completely.

He smacks your leg again, albeit gentler this time around. “Up.”

A bit confused, you wearily push yourself onto your knees until you can straighten up and steal a glimpse of the man behind you.

He smirks when sees the confused expression on your face before jutting his chin toward his pants. “Take ‘em off.”

And you’re more than happy to oblige. So, while Asher stands from the bed and begins to strip himself of his own clothing, you get to work on Harry.

Shaky, excitable fingers move for the dark waistband around his hips. They pinch the zipper and drag it down before tugging on the material until it can slip down his legs.

You wiggle backward as you guide the pants off before tossing them aside to focus on his briefs.

And you just about drool when you get to see him. His strong, tan thighs. The muscles that quiver and dip as he scoots up. The way you can see the bulge straining against the fabric of his underwear as you greedily move closer.

The moment you make contact with the band, however, Harry snatches hold of your wrists to slow you down.

“Easy, mama,” he instructs softly, thumbs stroking across the joints of your hand. “You’re okay. Not nervous, are you?”

Having mistaken your trembling touch for unease, he attempts to pull you to him.

But you merely smile and shake your head. “No, I promise. I’m excited.”

“Are you sure?” His expression is quizzical. Scrutinizing. Looking to see if he needs to make a call you can’t make for yourself.

But you grin and surge forward, pressing your lips to his as he sighs. “Promise,” you repeat, using this distraction as an opportunity to rip his briefs down.

He hisses when his cocks comes free, forehead finding yours before he looks down to see it.

In fact, you both look, and you feel utterly mesmerized by the way it calls to you. The way it’s hard and ready to be touched.

All for you.

You’d take him into your mouth right now if that’s what he wanted but you know he wants to save each ounce of his pleasure for you.

So, you simply toss the underwear aside, and anxiously stare at his shirt.

This is what you’d like to rid him of next, but without his explicit instruction, you’re forced to wait. To stare at the black fabric until he realizes what it is you want.

And when he does, he smiles.

“All right,” he concedes, sitting up so you can peel it off. “Go ahead.”

You waste no more time, slipping your hands around the hem before pulling it up and over his head.

Now…you see him. All of him. Naked, and sculpted, and so goddamn beautiful. Your own work of art, right here in front of you, ready for the taking.

And you can’t wait to take him.

Now, the attention returns to you. You’re still in the oversized t-shirt you’d slipped on earlier, and while it’s quite comfortable, you know for Harry, this just won’t do.

So, he smooths his palms along your thighs, over your hips, and across your stomach before guiding the shirt up.

You shiver with every brush of his skin against yours, and nearly whine when you feel his thumbs sweep just below the swell of your breasts.

But he doesn’t linger. Because of course he doesn’t. Instead, he plucks the material from your body, and tosses it onto the pile of clothes already gathering on the floor.

The bed dips, reminding you of your guest, and just before you can turn to see him, Harry grasps onto your jaw.

He keeps your focus on him, an emphatic frown sitting comfortably on his mouth. “Promise me.”

You hesitate, momentarily unsure what he means.

Then…you do.

You squeeze his arm between both hands and smile gently. “I promise.”

And you’ve never seen him so happy.

A second body appears behind your own, a subtle warmth radiating from the soft skin as it ghosts across your back.

You quickly relax, already feeling safer from the way you’re sandwiched between the two men.

And Harry is pleased with this, letting his eyes flick to the second-in-command just over your shoulder.

“Take it out,” he instructs before his hands move to your hips. “Gonna need to breathe, mama.”

You nod as Harry pulls you over his lap, settling one knee on either side of his hips until you’re in the position to straddle him.

And Asher shuffles forward as well, kneeling between Harry’s bent legs while Harry scoots a bit further down until more of his back is on the mattress.

Then, you feel a set of fingers dance across your ass and toward the toy so snugly placed within.

Your lashes flutter as Asher uses his other hand to sweep some of your hair over your right shoulder, allowing him a better view of your back.

“There you go,” he whispers encouragingly as he gets a grip on the plug. “Ready, sweetheart?”

You pull in a quick breath. “Yes.”

Harry smiles.

Without another thought, Asher begins to slide the object out of your tighter hole, agonizingly slow as Harry brings you toward his cock and pushes the head against you.

The dual sensation makes you stumble over a frantic gasp as you place your hands on Harry’s chest to brace yourself.

But this is only the beginning as Harry nudges himself through your soaked folds and toward where you drip for him.

Then…he thrusts up.

The moment his cock slips in, Asher completely removes the plug, leaving you empty and yet somehow full.

It’s confusing, and wonderful, and overwhelming. And you can’t seem to focus on any one thing as you hear the toy being tossed onto the mattress before Asher is bringing himself closer.

“Okay, honey, you all right?” Harry grits between clenched teeth, clearly fighting the urge to ram himself into you.

Or perhaps he’s merely fighting the sight of Asher pressing his chest to your shoulder blades.

Either way, you nod. “Yes, m’okay. Ready.”

“That’s our girl,” Harry breathes, and you hear Asher hum behind you. “Gonna have to relax for me, mama. If you keep squeezing me like that, I’m not gonna make it.”

You do your best to unclench. To mellow out, slacken the strain on your muscles. And it works, allowing Harry to push in a bit further as your chest just about caves in.

It’s enthralling, but it always is with him. And despite how well your body knows his cock, it continues to stretch for him, beckoning him in as he groans and digs his fingers into your thighs.

“There you go,” he murmurs, the muscles near the edge of his jaw twitching as he surges forward. “S’a good fucking girl. Taking me so well, sugar.”

You mewl as you wiggle over him, needing him to fill you all the way before you’ll feel fully satisfied.

And Asher attempts to help ease your neediness, familiar hands smoothing up your arms and toward your shoulders.

Then, he presses his lips to the side of your throat, and you just about collapse.

However, the moment your eyes roll back, Harry makes one final thrust, completely disappearing inside of you.

He curses as you whimper, a rather pathetic noise scraping from your throat as your head drops forward until your chin meets your chest.

“Fucking hell, mama,” he grunts, nails scratching patterns into your feverish skin. “Feel so good for me, sweet girl. You like sittin’ on my cock? Hm? Like getting to feel me in your tummy?”

But you can’t speak. Can’t. Your entire mouth has gone numb as Harry slowly begins to lift you back up just so he can thrust into you again.

“What a tight little pussy,” he seethes, the sound of him slipping through your arousal echoing throughout the air. “He’s gonna fucking love it, isn’t he? Gonna fucking love to feel you the way I do. Gonna make his fucking day.”

And almost as if to prove Harry’s point, you feel the head of Asher’s cock brush against your lower back until a sharp chill runs down your spine.

A thin layer of sweat has begun to coat your entire body as you impatiently wait for the second-in-command to join in. You know he won’t until Harry deems you ready, but you wish he’d just do it anyway.

It might be fun to see Harry mad.

Already, you feel that familiar tinge of pleasure making a home between your legs. It’s far too easy with the way you were edged earlier but now it just about ruins you.

“Okay,” Harry murmurs, his own chest rising and falling with quick breaths as he sheaths himself inside your cunt. “Okay, Ash, go. Go.”

And before you can even thirstily dwell on the implication of this permission, you feel another hand on your hip as the tip of Asher’s cock sweeps down your ass.

“Easy,” comes the sultry command of the man behind you. “I’ve got you, sweetheart, yeah? Just need you to breathe for me.”

“Okay,” you pant, head rolling back until it can settle into his shoulder.

He smiles against your cheek. “Doing so good. M’gonna go slow, okay?”

“Okay,” you repeat, eyes screwing shut from the lack of stimulation.

You hear him pump himself a time or two, the sound of the lube he must have applied when you were focused on Harry making you whine.

Then, you feel him pull your cheeks apart, and gingerly trail the tip of his cock between.

“Breathe,” Harry reminds you, straining to speak through his clenched jaw. “Make daddy happy, honey. Come on.”

So, you do. You suck in a greedy gasp for air, hold it in your lungs, and then release it back into the room.

Pleased, Harry brings one hand to your chest, tweaking your nipple between his fingers, and right as he does, you feel Asher slip in.

Your mouth drops open, a frantic moan catching in your throat as you roll forward, nearly collapsing onto Harry’s chest.

But he catches you. They both do, quick to encourage you back upright so Asher can continue, and you feel your mind grow hazy.

“There she is,” Harry whispers, kneading your tit in his palm. “Shit, mama. M’so fucking proud of you. Look so pretty right now, taking him. Does it feel good? You feel okay?”

And you appreciate his concern more than anything in the world, your heart fluttering in your chest as you nod.

“Yes,” you whisper, an airy reply that’s almost lost beneath the sound of Asher’s forced exhale. “I’m okay. Promise.”

Harry releases your chest to press his hand to your cheek, thumb stroking just below your eye. “My precious girl. Knew you’d behave for us. Love getting to see you like this. All fucked out and happy. Are you happy, sugar?”

You are. So utterly and unconditionally happy right now that you feel tears spring to your lash line as you turn to press your mouth into Harry’s palm.

He sighs at the feel of your kiss against his skin, but the tender moment between you is cut short when Asher finally pushes in to the hilt, forcing a surprised whimper.

The overwhelming feel of both men—both cocks—stretching you from the inside out is almost more than you can handle. Because it’s everything. Everywhere. All at once. You know them both in the most intimate of ways, and a mangled cry rips from your tongue as they offer you a moment to adjust.

“You okay, sweetheart?” Asher asks, nudging his nose beneath your jaw. You can hear how hard he’s trying not to groan—can feel the restraint he’s using to keep himself still.

It takes you a minute to find a response, nearly winded from the all-consuming rush of pleasure.

Then, Harry taps your cheek firmly, and moves his hand to your throat. “Speak, mama. You know the rule.”

“I’m…yes,” you huff, attempting to roll your hips. “Yes, please…please, Har. Need…need—”

You watch his eyes flick to Asher before he swallows thickly and nods once. “Okay. All right, we’ve got you.”

And so begins the soft but purposeful thrusts.

They work in tandem, easing out of you slowly just to push back in, basking in the sound of your wetness dripping down their cocks, and the way your body tenses.

They speak in hushed but lustful tones. Their hands never leave you, their focus never leaves you.

Asher commits to kissing along the slope of your shoulder while Harry obligates his attention to running his fingers down your skin.

He scratches, and pulls, and squeezes every inch of your body. And he watches you. Watches you with the kind of adoration that makes the coil nearly snap into a million irremediable pieces.

Suddenly, Harry reaches around your hip to grasp onto Asher’s wrist, and you watch with wide eyes as he brings the right-hand man’s palm to your stomach.

Then…he thrusts up.

“Feel that?” he just about growls, looking between you. “That’s how fucking deep I am. That’s how well she fucking takes me.”

The pressure of their touch against the bulge in your belly has the whines falling miserably from your mouth. A sound that mixes almost wickedly with Asher’s own animalistic grunts as Harry hisses between clenched teeth.

This is what seems to set them off. Their rhythm switches from slow and soft to hard and fast. Needing to feel the way your warmth completely and wholly clenches down.

“So fucking tight, sweetheart,” Asher grumbles, his chest knocking into your back with each snap of his hips. “You feel full? Feel good?”

“Yes,” you cry, nails scratching down Harry’s chest as you move in time with their pattern. “Please…don’t…don’t stop—”

“Never, baby,” Harry bites, driving in so deep, it almost hurts. “Fucking never stop. Give you everything—”

“Shit—”

“Can feel you, baby. Feel your little pussy squeezin’ me. You gonna come? Gonna come for us?”

“Yes…yes, yes—”

“Yeah? Go ahead, mama. Fucking come. Let him feel how fucking good you are to me. Let him know what it’s like to have you coming around his cock—”

You scream something akin to his name when it hits you, eyes rolling so far back, you see stars.

You lose time. Lose everything, nearly lose consciousness. And they don’t stop. They fuck you through every second, and the sounds they make almost send you into a second.

You can’t differentiate between the two, but your ears fill with the melodic sound of whimpers and grunts of appreciation as they fuck themselves deeper. As they hit each spot so perfectly that it almost kills you.

But Harry’s not through. He presses his fingers into your clit and chases after another orgasm. Pinching and pressing and rubbing until you’re attempting to squirm away from him, begging him to stop, to let you breathe.

Your cheeks are stained with ecstatic tears as you come undone for a second time, quicker but still blissfully euphoric.

“Please, please, please,” you hear yourself whine, slumping forward as Asher wraps an arm around your middle to keep you upright. “Please…Har…please. Can’t…can’t…”

“Shh, you’re all right,” comes the distant but gentle sound of Harry’s voice, vaguely keeping you present as your mind attempts to float away. “So fucking proud of you, mama. M’not through with you yet.”

“Please…”

“Easy, honey. It’s okay. Just gonna play with you a little longer. You’ll let Daddy play you with your little clit, yeah?”

You nod mutely, humming to yourself as he pinches the sensitive nerves between the pads of his fingers. “Har…”

“I know,” he coos as Asher releases a deep breath in your ear. “Hurts, doesn’t it? All swollen, aren’t you?”

Again, you can do nothing but move your head up and down lazily as you lean back into Asher’s chest.

“Gonna give me one more, baby,” Harry instructs, thrusts faltering the closer he nears his own release. “Just one fucking more, and Daddy will be so proud. Both be so proud of you.”

And that alone is enough to encourage your compliance, forcing the third to hit you fast like a runaway train before you can even see it coming.

You make it about halfway through the glaringly wonderful rush of endorphins when Harry is suddenly straightening up, placing a hand on Asher’s shoulder, and shoving him back.

Asher’s cock slips from your hole as he’s pushed away from you, leaving you to gasp.

“No,” Harry seethes, shooting a malevolent and unyielding look toward his second-in-command. “You’re done. You fucking finish over there.”

You aren’t afforded the chance to understand just what’s occurred before Harry is settling back onto the bed and thrusting his hips upward.

His cock completely disappears inside your pussy, forcing a debauched sound to bleed from your mouth as he twitches and finally releases himself into you.

And it’s exactly like you remember. Warm, and good, and exciting. The look on his face as he fills you. The way his tan skin glistens with a sheen of sweat and the beautiful sounds that slip between his lips.

You’d stay here a lifetime if you could.

Which seems to be his intention because even after he’s finished, he refuses to let you move. Instead wrapping his arms around you and tugging you into his chest, his chin meeting the top of your head.

He keeps his cock warm inside you for quite some time. All throughout the sound of Asher pumping himself off until he comes over his hand and stomach.

Minutes pass until the room falls silent. Until you’ve all caught your breath and found your way back to the present.

Eventually, Harry shifts, and you can hear him murmur something to the man behind you.

You don’t catch it through your hazy state of mind, but you feel comforted in hearing the familiar cadence of their voices.

You’re scooped up into a pair of arms and walked into another room. You blink the fog from your eyes as Asher flips on the shower and Harry places you back onto your feet.

You’re kept steady as you’re guided beneath the warm, gentle stream of water and you instantly nuzzle your face in Harry’s chest as he chuckles.

The two men dedicate their time to running some soap down your body, between your legs, along your back, and across your chest.

Harry is gentle when he massages the shampoo into your hair, despite the way you pout as you’re pulled from his body.

But the moment he’s finished, you bury yourself back into his arms, smiling to yourself when you feel his chest vibrate from laughter.

Asher and Harry continue their quiet conversation as they clean themselves. Still, you can’t quite decipher the distinct words or topic of conversation, but do manage to make out one exchange in particular:

“Are you sure?” Asher asks.

“Always,” Harry whispers. “We will always be hers.”

Once thoroughly bathed, they help you step out, and lead you back to the bedroom. Harry is there to put you in clean underwear and one of his shirts while Asher gathers his things and heads back to the living room to keep watch for the night.

“Sleepy girl,” Harry hums as he lays you onto the mattress before slipping in behind you. “M’so fucking proud of you, honey. Thank you for letting us make you feel good.”

And you giggle to yourself, confused as to why Harry would need to thank you for something like that. “Always.”

He chuckles as well.

Sometime in the night, long after you’ve fallen asleep, you feel a particular and familiar chill travel up your cunt and settle in your stomach.

After shaking the sleep from your mind, you push up onto your elbows and glance down.

You see Harry’s tattooed arm peeking out from between the blankets, rolling and flexing in time with the blissfully sweet ministrations between your thighs.

Then, you see Harry.

“Shh,” he whispers, leaning closer to press his lips to your jaw. “M’sorry, mama. But I need one more. Need your last one to belong to me.”

You smile as you nuzzle into him, nodding quickly in support. “Please, Har…”

“I know,” he replies, trailing his tongue down your neck. “Gonna make it better.”

With that, he takes his hand from your cunt only to wrap his fingers around the fabric of your underwear…and rip.

It snaps from your body as you gasp and instantly wiggly against the mattress, still sensitive from everything else before.

Then…he tosses it toward the shadows in the corner of the room.

Your eyes follow the lace as it’s flung through the air, choking on a whimper when you see a hand quickly outstretch to capture it.

Asher.

He’s sitting comfortably in a lounge chair, smirking at you both as you attempt to work out what you’re seeing. The soft light from the moon outside the window cascades across the side of his face. Just enough for you to make out his intrigued expression.

“Hi, sweetheart,” he calls, and the teasing but always caring sound of his voice makes you sigh contently.

“Hold these for me, yeah?” Harry instructs his partner, who nods and tucks the underwear into his fist.

Then, Harry’s attention returns to you.

“Think you can give me another?” he murmurs, grinning down at you with so much love, it makes your chest ache.

You shiver as the tips of his fingers return to your clit.

“Always.”

God, why do I love them??? Technically this is the end but I will be doing blurbs because I am needy and cannot let them go!!!

Thank you to everyone that's read and been so kind!!! I appreciate you so much!! As does Asher, who would not have had such an important role if it weren't for all of his fans!! 💞💞

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~ Theirs* (Pt. 4)

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Sidelined AU Info Post

Alright, I guess we're doing this

CWs: mentions of internalized ableism, struggles with mental health

Timeline:

all of S1 is the same as in canon up until End Game

however, after Splinter turns over the helmet to Draxum, Draxum does not put on the armor, but chooses to put Leo inside instead, realizing that whoever goes in will probably have something horrible happen to them. that's detailed in this fic

unlike Draxum, who gets spit out of the armor immediately, Leo ends up trapped inside. from Leo's perspective, he is only vaguely aware of what's happening outside (it's a bit sunken place-ish, with him seeing snatches of events like through a grainy television), and he has only small amounts of influence over what the armor does

once Feral Shredder is on the loose, he pretty immediately starts destroying the Hidden City. Draxum realizes that he has inadvertently released a great evil on his people, the exact opposite of what he wanted, and he turns to the Hamatos to help him stop it. obviously they don't want to work with Draxum, but they have to get Leo back so they take the help

it takes them two days, during which the Shredder moves up to start terrorizing New York as well, but eventually they get him subdued. I'm not 100% on what goes down yet or whether Big Mama gets involved (I'm leaning toward not), but Leo fighting from the inside is a big help

Leo is removed from the armor and is in really bad physical shape; meanwhile the Shredder is subdued for now. in the immediate aftermath, the Foot Clan manages to get ahold of the Shredder and take off with him

he's too weak to do anything immediately but he is very much a Looming Threat the family is aware of

Draxum leaves for awhile at this point because none of them want him around and seeing Leo in the aftermath did wake him up to "oh yeah that's just a kid and I did that to him," also he's feeling real bad about that whole "accidentally almost destroying the yokai and also maybe the world" thing

meanwhile, Leo is severely weakened, but there's not anything that the family can do to hasten his recovery. they can only get him hooked up to an IV for fluids and nutrients and wait

it takes Leo a few days to become fully lucid again; during that time he tries to fight anyone around him off or sometimes pushes his family away to "protect" them

eventually Leo does regain lucidity, he tells everyone he's fine but he's Super Depressed. he's also lost his mystic powers completely.

Splinter also retreats a bit at this point, because he feels guilt for handing the helmet over to Draxum instead of trying to find a different way to rescue his boys, which isn't a great thing for him to do but his mental health is also not doing very well (someone get these guys some therapy)

in the meantime the bros and April manage the best they can, they all have different approaches but I'll go into detail about that in the next section

there's no treatment for Leo's condition outside the most boring one: time, exercise, and diet. unsurprisingly he hates this

Healing Bad Times abound, as shown in this fic

eventually the boys have to go out on a mission again. Leo, feeling useless, listens in on the comms from the lair, and ends up catching something the other boys' missed, meaning he's able to save them from a trap or something idk exactly what the point is he makes himself useful

this opens up a new path for Leo, one his brothers very heavily encourage

with a new goal in mind, Leo starts taking a lot better care of himself, actually following his physical therapy routine, spending time gaining new skills, and accepting help in the form of mobility aids. his physical and mental health both start making big improvements

this also helps his dad's mental health, everyone is doing better even if things aren't perfect

Donnie builds Leo a command center modeled after the bridge of Jupiter Jim's ship, he absolutely loves it. whenever the boys+April are on missions, Leo is in his command center helping from the background

eventually Leo has gotten to the point where he has enough strength for day to day life most of the time, he still isn't fighting baddies on rooftops but he can get to a store and back without collapsing on a good day and that's pretty good!

the Foot Clan has been a much bigger threat in this version of S2 and it's clear they're up to something big

of course right when Leo is starting to feel stable and happy again, that's when they launch their final attack

a lot of the finale events go down similarly to how they do in canon, minus Battle Nexus New York. they get Karai back but then she dies, Shredder destroys their home (including Leo's command center :c ), everything is Bad

Leo gets his mystic powers back the same way his brothers do, though he needs a little bit of an extra helping nudge from April/Karai, since he didn't think that was a thing he could still do

everyone getting their mystic powers is emotional but it's especially emotional for Leo. he didn't even know what ninpo was before today, but he knew after the Shredder it was like some part of his soul got locked away, and now that he can feel it again he finally feels whole

it gives him a burst of adrenaline so he can participate in the fight, though he doesn't do much of the actual battling, instead getting his bros where they need to be for the big hits (I mean this is basically what he does anyway haha)

it takes Donnie exactly .02 seconds to figure out how to use his own mystic powers to support Leo physically so that helps

after this, Leo becomes a more constant part of the team in the field, though he still primarily works as support and only gets into direct fights when he feels like he has to

instead of being made leader like in canon, Leo and Raph become co-leaders. Leo's own leadership abilities have improved massively, but Raph has more experience in the field, so having the two of them working together means they cover each other's blind spots, and the division of labor is less stressful for both of them

since Leo's already been through his character development and this tension is gone the movie events play out totally differently but I haven't gotten that far yet lol. I'm sure the apocalypse still happens somehow, though, I'd hate to lose Casey Jr

happy ending whooo

Relationships

Raph

Raph feels a lot of guilt about what happened to Leo; he was supposed to protect his little brothers and he didn't, and now one of them has permanent physical disabilities as a result. add to that it was Raph's idea to be heroes in the first place and yeah... he's not doing great

because of this guilt, Raph's instinct is to essentially baby Leo - he wants to take care of his every need as soon as it arises. this makes Leo feel stifled and infantilized, and drives a wedge in their relationship (the same one Raph is driving between himself and Mikey, in fact)

his and Donnie's distinctly different approaches to the situation also mean that they get into arguments often and can't really deal with being around each other, leaving Raph feeling isolated at the start (and thus pouring more attention and effort into Leo, which compounds the problem)

Raph dealing with his own guilt and trying to find the balance between helping Leo while also respecting his need for independence, boundaries, and dignity is a big part of his journey in the AU, and it also improves his relationship with Mikey and Donnie as he gets better at those skills

Donnie

Donnie is not dealing well with the fact that there's nothing to fix. they can only be patient and work incrementally to improve Leo's condition

he distracts himself by putting all his energy into making the lair accessible for Leo, building him mobility aids and doing everything he can to help

he also has a hard time understanding why Leo won't do the things that will help him (at first), because doesn't he just want things to go back to normal? doesn't he want to help himself? why won't he just do what he obviously has to do, Donnie does not understand

Leo is deep in denial at first, and he feels like he breaks down and starts doing physical therapy and using mobility aids and doing basically any of the things that will help him, that means it's not going to magically get better, it's going to take time and effort and it will probably never be fixed, just improved, and he hates that so much he's choosing to treat this like a temporary cold or flu that will blow over any day now

Donnie doesn't understand that so he takes Leo's refusal as a rejection and animosity abounds!

breakdowns and admissions of feelings will eventually happen

Donnie and Leo together come to grips with the idea that there is no fixing this and there is no return to how things were before but they can work toward a new normal that's just as good

Mikey

this one is a little bit too big for Dr. Delicate Touch and Dr. Feelings

Mikey tries, but he is just a kid, and with their dad emotionally retreating too there's just too many feelings for him to deal with on his own

he's gonna play family therapist until he breaks

he's frustrated because he can see what each of his brothers need to do to feel better but they just! won't! they won't do it, and he doesn't know how to make them

he's really stressed

it's Mikey that realizes that Leo needs goals to work toward to get himself motivated to take care of himself, and it's Mikey who pushes the hardest for Leo's new role in the team

sometimes Mikey will challenge Leo to something silly, like who can make the most throws of a paper ball into a trash can, just to push Leo into exercising

he finds other little ways to help the others too, but he still can't solve the big problems on his own

meltdown ensues

Mikey has to learn to take care of himself, too, while the others have to learn they can't lean so hard on him for all their emotional problems

April

the only one holding on around here. it helps that she doesn't actually have to live in the powderkeg

takes a rationally minded approach to all these problems, kind of functioning like family therapist along with Mikey but in a healthier and more controlled way

helps get them resources from above ground

Leo opens up the most about his feelings about his physical condition to her first, because she strikes the best balance between being a sympathetic ear without coddling him

she's also stressed, but she has an outside support network so she's handling it better

Splinter

fully blames himself for what happened to Leo and has a hard time getting over it

depression in full swing

it means he can't easily get out of bed to help his kids, but then he feels bad because he isn't helping them, which worsens the depression, which makes it hard to get out of bed... a vicious cycle

when Leo starts working on his condition he gets a pact out of his dad that they will both work on being healthier together

maybe they manage to find an actual therapist eventually idk lol

either way, Splinter and Leo grumpily sitting over their plate of broccoli and then Leo says "bet I can eat more pieces than you" and it's on son

he's trying his best

Leo's Condition

Leo came out of the armor severely dehydrated and malnourished, even more so than any person should realistically be after two days; just keeping him from dying of the dehydration was the most immediate struggle

the main issue is that Leo's life force, mystic abilities included, were basically sucked out, leaving his body catastrophically physically weak

his muscle mass can come back with time and diet

the bigger problems are the bone density and chronic fatigue. while Leo can improve these, they'll never be back to where they were before the Dark Armor

his reduced bone density means he has to be careful doing anything physical because the chance he can break a bone is much higher than average, and he stands to suffer more from that break than the average person

he'll eventually get to where he can go through his day-to-day life just fine most days, and can even do some of the physical things he enjoyed before, he just has to be careful and know his limits. he'll never be pulling the 1440 off the halfpipe again, but he can still skateboard as long as he's careful.

even when recovered (as much as he can be), he has bad days and days when the fatigue is really strong. how Leo feels on a bad day is up in the air; sometimes he's at peace with it and generally cheerful, happy to be around his family even if he spends most of the time in his chair or on the couch dozing in and out. other days the depression rears its ugly head and he can get a bit nasty and bitter again. his family is much more patient with him on days like that than he is with himself.

in the beginning Leo also has brain fog and sensitivity to light and sound. these clear up over time, especially once Leo starts making more effort to exercise his brain. he starts reading a lot more and doing puzzles, especially things like sudoku and word puzzles, which helps a lot. thankfully these changes aren't permanent

his inner ears were also damaged a bit, this also heals up largely on its own, sometimes he still has difficulties hearing his brothers if they're whispering or far away but it's not so bad he needs assistance

Leo's Devices

Wheelchair

this is obviously the one Donnie had the most fun building and it shows. this baby is tricked out. Leo also likes to suggest improvements often, some for actual functionality but many just because he thinks it would be cool (like neon lights on the spokes)

it is blue obviously. do you even need me to tell you that?

it's fully electronic but Leo can also wheel it around freely if he wishes. Leo likes to wheel himself when he has the energy because it's good exercise he doesn't have to go out of his way for and he just likes feeling like he's moving himself under his own power. but when he's not feeling up to it he just drives it with the electronic controls instead

it has handles that extend and retract. being allowed to touch the handles is a major sign of Leo's trust and initially it's only for his bros + April + Splinter. Leo hates being moved when he doesn't actually ask to be moved, and he also hates being tipped backwards so his fam knows not to do it even as a joke (and it's so heavy that tipping him is kind of hard, anyway). someone touching the handles or messing around with them without permission gets you immediate backlash from protective siblings

that said Leo has them extended often so he can hang things off them, even though Donnie constantly gripes that that is not their intended purpose!

Sr Hueso is another person who gets handle-touching-privileges pretty fast, and he's also the one Leo asks to move him most often because he thinks it's really funny. he hams it up every time. Hueso is exasperated but does it anyway

(if Hueso adds a few extra wheelchair-accessible tables to Run of the Mill no one has to know)

the chair can also be moved by S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. this is mostly just for emergency situations, or times when the chair is somewhere Leo is not. Shelldon is a very good boy who does not move the chair without Leo's permission.

it has a billion storage spaces and little hidey holes and it can sync with Leo's phone to play music and it also has a charge port for his phone and yeah basically anything Leo and Donnie can come up with goes into this thing. it's a behemoth

Donnie also made Leo a lighter-weight chair with fewer features that he most often uses when he's good using his walker/cane/braces but wants to clear a larger distance first, and eventually Donnie makes him an athletic wheelchair so he can play games like wheelchair basketball

Walker

the walker is also blue but there's nothing particularly special about it

Leo hates using it because it feels like an old person thing. even if realistically he knows there are plenty of reasons people use them, including his own situation, culture is culture and it makes him feel bad no matter what rationality states

so basically once he doesn't have to use it he doesn't

as they all get more comfortable with Leo's situation and he starts openly using humor to cope, jokes about Leo's chair and cane become pretty commonplace in the fam (all good-natured of course). they know the walker is too much of a sore spot though, and poking fun at it is the fastest way to get Leo to do something stupid, so no one does. it's better to just pretend it's not there

Crutches/Canes

he eventually ends up with a variety of these, with different levels of support depending on what he's needing on a given day.

some of the canes are more fashionable than others. this is important to him.

Leo pretty much always has one of these on hand just in case, even on days where he feels alright to walk on his own

he is not afraid to bonk a brother with a cane or crutch but he does so knowing they are free to retaliate

Leg Braces

Leo doesn't need these every day but they're a pretty standard part of his wardrobe at this point

they start out plain but get increasingly elaborately decorated as time goes on because he, Donnie, and Mikey can't help themselves

like the walker, the braces are in the "don't make fun of" zone, though Leo is happy to get positive comments about them and doesn't really need their presence ignored

Other Mobility Aids

Leo has a variety of things to help with his loss of grip strength, difficulties bending over, tremors, etc. all of them are either made by Donnie or ethically "acquired" by April

he drives everyone crazy by leaving them in random places and then forgetting where they are. Donnie starts installing locator tags on everything they give Leo

jokes about these are fine, Leo makes them often himself and has silly names for all of them (this also drives Donnie crazy)

#rottmnt #sidelined au #phew #can't believe it lol I don't need more AUs but here we are #also I do not have any mobility disabilities myself #a lot of this comes from experiences with family + research #however feel free to correct me if I've misrepresented anything!#I do want to be respectful #it's why it's important for me to stress the name of the AU is based on Leo's own feelings (and how he overcomes them)#and not intended as an outward judgement on his situation or abilities

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that-student-that-has-homework · 3 months

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Al-Haitham Headcanons 03

For more Al-Haitham content: Tumblr MasterList

Have some Papatham or should I say Babatham headcanons!

As a dad, Al-Haitham is something else

This guy functions on rationality.

While he once said violence is a mode of negotiation, he isn't keen on it.

So when it comes to his kids, he will rationally walk them through whatever behavior they did that was deemed unacceptable, and explain it to them until they come to the realization that: oh yeah, what I did wasn't good.

He keeps his promises and doesn't go back on his word.

he said he’d take them somewhere? He’d get them something? He absolutely will

if he can’t because of circumstances out of his control he will communicate it to them in a way they understand

he will also make it up to them in some way. promises are to be kept.

no means no. He will not change his answer. Not easily…

As his kids get older, to encourage them to think and contemplate, he will offer them opportunities to "convince" him to change his mind through logical argument.

They fail most of the time, but the few times where they succeed are so sweet, they're giddy for like the rest of the day.

They even rush to you like: mama! Mama! I convinced baba, BABA! Can you believe it?! I convinced baba, to let me stay with *Amo (uncle) Kaveh for the weekend! Can you believe it? Baba?! I convinced Baba?!

Of course you'd just look at Al-Haitham like, “and I wasn't asked about this, why?”

You’re so proud of the kiddo. Al-Haitham is too, he looks very pleased with his child’s ability to debate.

if you ask him about it, he’ll go into great detail and even provide a commentary.

He might even consider giving them something to help them win against him in the future too.

Them winning arguments against their dad is a childhood highlight

Again, even if they’re his kids, Al-Haitham has little tolerance for them disrespecting you

While you insist that it should only be one parent disciplining a child at a time, if your kid disrespects you while you're talking to him, Al-Haitham will show up and stand behind you and give the kid a disapproving look.

His kids know about their father's lack of tolerance of disrespect towards their mother, so the kid knows what that look means.

he just stands there, like moral support for you. He knows you have to be the one to establish boundaries for your children

These kids are loved, but they are far from spoiled

The kids have a lot of access to books and literature. No surprise right?

Asking baba for a book is like asking him for a glass of water. He doesn't even think twice

For other things though...he's more difficult

Their Uncle Kaveh though? He is more likely to spoil them without thought.

especially if it annoys Al-Haitham or he said no.

Al-Haitham instead, especially as they get older, will again encourage them to "convince" him that it's a worthy investment.

How difficult it is to convince him depends, the kids have mixed success

This guy does not care about grades/academic standing.

he only cares so far as they don’t get kicked out completely: he wants them to get whatever certification they needed to support themselves through life

He is very open about his criticisms regarding the educational system.

his kids do well regardless

he wants the same comfort and freedom for his kids that he has secured for himself

#alhaitham #genshin alhaitham #alhaitham x you #alhaitham x reader #genshin x you #genshin x reader #genshin fanfic #genshin impact #genshin x y/n #genshin imagines #genshin impact fanfics #al haitham headcanons

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multifandom-hcs · 2 years

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BRRRRRR WHAT IF SWK, MACAQUE AND REDSON (Separately) HAD A FAMILY WITH WIFE!READER

HE’S TRYING TO GET HIS BABY TO SAY "Dada" BUT INSTEAD THEY SAY "Mama"

PS: I LOVE YOUR WORK 🖤✨🫶

𝐎𝐌𝐆 𝐘𝐄𝐒!! 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧! 𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲! ^^

𝐒𝐖𝐊, 𝐌𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐖𝐢𝐟𝐞! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫: 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐟 "𝐦𝐚𝐦𝐚" 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲'𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝?

Sun Wukong:

♡ Ok, let's be honest, the moment the baby started with only mumbling he would immediately turn it into a competition to see what word the baby says first "Mama" or "Dada"

♡ Secretly saying to the baby "Come on my little peach, say Dada, Da - Da" but if you walk inside the room he walks away with a grin on his face

♡ In fact, apparently Wukong doesn't know how babies work because he tried to offer the baby peach chips if "Dada" was the first word they'd say

♡ You would just let it slide since unlike Wukong, you didn't cared about the baby's first words, you were happy with your family no matter what

♡ But anyway, one day the three of you were in front of Wukong's cave waterfall playing hide and seek, the baby was the seeker and it founded you first screaming a cute but very loud "Mama!"

♡ Only a few seconds later a loud and dramatic gasp was heard before Wukong appeared with his hand on his chest and "tears" on his eyes saying "How dare you my little peach! I thought we had a deal, you betrayed your Papa?!"

♡ You and the baby only stared at each other before bursting out to giggles and a few laughs, while a "mad" Wukong was only staring at the both of you

♡ Eventually Wukong gave in and hugged you both before saying "I'm still offended I wasn't the baby's first word though but you know what? I think I'll get over this betrayal"

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Macaque:

✩ Tbh I don't think Mac would be as competent like Wukong, although he does hope to be the baby's first word as well

✩ So he'll definitely not send some shadow clones to encourage the baby to say papa while he hugs you or does any activity with you, of course he won't

✩ When the baby gets close to you both and expands his arms for one of you to carry them, he would immediately say "Don't worry little star, DADA can carry you, let mommy rest"

✩ And he does that everytime he can, emphasizing the word Dada to the baby so it gets stuck in their head

✩ One day you guys were returning from a date, and the little monkey hibrid came running to both of you screaming their first word "Mama!"

✩ Ouch, that must've hurt, didn't it Mac?

✩ At first he would pretend he's offended, but at the end he just shrugs and carries the little one turning back to you saying "Alright plum, you won, you were the baby's first word apparently" with a little grin appearing on his face

✩ He's just a little bit hurt he wasn't the baby's first word, but seeing you smile and the baby giggling just made him think that at the end that didn't matter

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Red Son:

✡ Ok I'll be honest, he straight told you "I'm pretty sure I'll be our baby's first word" with a little proud smile

✡ In fact, he would probably ask his parents that when they babysit the baby when you two go on a date, if they could please teach them to say "Dada"

✡ DBK and Ironfan just looked at each other before shrugging and saying "Sure why not"

✡ And yes, even the bull robots, he would set them to, besides teaching the baby things like the abcs, etc, to teach them the word dada

✩ Eventually the days go by, and one day it happened, the moment we've all waited for, the first word

✩ In this occasion this happened during a family dinner, the little baby extending their arms towards you after finishing dinner saying "Mama, Mama", that lead to Ironfan giggling and DBK patting his son's back

✩ I mean, he tried so hard, he still can't believe Mama was the baby's first word, but at the end he doesn't care, in fact he was kinda more focused on how cute you and the baby looked together so he eventually forgot about the "competition"

✩ Maybe some bull robots burned to ashes as well for not doing a good job but that is for another story!

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𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥! 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐜𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧! 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐲 /𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭! ^^

#lego monkie kid x reader #red son x reader #six eared macaque x reader #macaque x reader #lmk sun wukong x reader #sun wukong x reader

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koogl001 · 1 year

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I have a bit of an oddball one. Any HCs for Alastor if he was in an arranged marriage with a fem! s/o??? Would he ever come to like his new marriage partner? Not entirely sure why he would be in an arranged marriage, but I thought the concept was unique.

One-Shots and Headcanons Masterlist

The marriage was arranged by Alastor’s mother

She came home one day and presented the idea that he would really like a daughter of her long-time friend

And that daughter happened to be you

Being the mama’s boy he is, he would do anything to make her happy, even marry a person he never met before

When he first met you, it was to discuss the wedding arrangements

You were from an immigrant family, so you agreed to marry him in order to gain some footing and good reputation in Louisiana thanks to him being the most well known and liked radio host around

You found him handsome for sure, but gaining feelings would be as much of a journey for you as it would be for him

You were a stay-at-home wife, and god damn were you the best wife he could have asked for

The house was always clean, there was always warm delicious food waiting for him when he got home, you would always listen to anything he had to say, taking his words into careful consideration, you were sweet, kind, compassionate

The only thing you weren’t was loving, but he understood that

After all, neither was he

But he was still a perfect husband, just like his mama raised him to be

He was a gentleman, he listened, helped around the house, got you anything you asked for, let you redesign his house so it would feel more welcoming to you, and he never got angry with you (not only because he is naturally quirky and fun loving, but also because he refused to be like his old man)

Being his wife, you eventually found out about his dark secret

I mean it would be virtually impossible for him to keep them from you seeing as after a few months, you knew the house like the back of your hand and could tell there were slight red stains on the floor, or little scratch marks around the door frame (from his victims trying to hold onto something for dear life of course)

One day, when he was off to work, you followed the marks to a carpet, removing it and finding a secret door leading to a basement filled with dead human bodies, disfigured, and chopped up

So, THIS was where he always got the meat

When he came home, he was expecting anything but you telling him you knew he was the infamous Louisiana killer, yet you seemed oddly calm and collected

He was reaching for a knife on the kitchen counter, but halted his actions when he heard you giggle

Ok, you were taking this suspiciously well, what the hell is going on

That is when he discovered your little dark secret

Very much like his own family, due to you being immigrants you had nothing when you first came to the state and instead of dying from starvation, your father took to hunting humans for food when you were but a child

You knew you recognised the flavour of the meat you have been eating for months now from somewhere, you just couldn’t connect the dots

Oh, you were perfect!

You started bonding over this little fact and soon, Alastor started inviting you to his little hunt sessions

You, being the curious little thing you were, with nothing interesting do to at home, agreed, stoked to see just how he lured and killed his victims and when he even encouraged you to try it for yourself, you agreed in no time

And that’s when he knew, as he saw you drenched in blood, slowly dragging the life out of your victim, that’s when he knew

That he was absolutely and undeniably in love with you

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yumeka-sxf · 1 year

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A chronological analysis on Twilight and Yor - Part 10

*This is part of an ongoing post series. If you missed the Introduction/Part 1, click here*

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Before Anya gets her first stella, we get another scene of Twilight pressuring her to study after he sees her poor test scores. While he's still a bit strict here, he catches himself soon after chiding her, realizing that pushing her too hard will only hurt her motivation (meanwhile, Yor is once again the encouraging mother and compliments Anya on her good math test score).

Rather than keep forcing his agenda of making her an academically inclined scholar like he did before, this time Twilight makes noticeable effort to try to understand Anya's side of it, as he and Yor discussed previously. He tries various activities to see which one she naturally excels at, and though she doesn't do well in any of them, he tells himself not to get too worked up, since she is only a first grader and Desmond won't be making his move right away.

Even when Anya continues to screw up when they volunteer at the hospital, he doesn't get mad at her. However, when she does end up getting a stella, he doesn't hide the fact that he feels genuinely proud of her. He pats her head (one of his rare displays of affection) and tells her "nice work," all the while thinking to himself that he felt the same sense of pride when he stopped a terrorist attack during a mission. We get two "softly emphasized" panels of Twilight smiling proudly at Anya, and Anya beaming back at him. The fact that he's allowing himself to feel a genuine emotion for this child that he originally felt no qualms about returning to the orphanage, shows his growth not just from a parenting perspective, but also from an emotional one, as slight as it is.

Of course, Yor has no problem giving Anya a big hug and telling her how happy she is. Looking at Anya's face, Yor is probably still learning how to hold back when hugging Anya and was squeezing her a bit too tight. Thankfully she didn't break anything like she had done with Yuri!

When Anya decides that she wants a dog as her stella reward, Twilight and Yor's initial ideas about dogs are fitting. Since both of their lives have revolved so heavily around their work, they never got to know many "normal" things, including a normal relationship people have with dogs. The ever-paranoid Twilight imagines a burley guard dog trained for security purposes – someone like him could only imagine getting a dog because it would be useful for his missions, not for something "trifling" like emotional support. Yor sees dogs as dangerous, likely because many of the criminals she's sent to assassinate have attack dogs for their protection.

Twilight even goes so far as to have WISE supply their own trained dogs to the pet shop. But much to his dismay, Anya doesn't like any of them, causing Twilight to reluctantly decide to try the adoption fair instead.

When Anya wanders off, Yor panics when she can't find her. More of her naivety about the world shows when she assumes that Anya was kidnapped in order to be some shady character's bride because she had just seen it on TV.

When she finally does find Anya with the terrorists, we once again see her scary "mama bear" mode that's strictly reserved for anyone who threatens her loved ones. Similar to how Twilight is willing to quickly cast aside his "for the mission" philosophy if someone he cares about is in trouble, Yor will quickly cast aside her desire to act "normal" for the same reason. She and Anya then share a sweet moment where Anya apologizes for running off and Yor gives her a hug.

I'd also like to mention that both Twilight and Yor were threatened by the German shepherd, but both of them chose not to actually harm him even though they definitely could have. Instead of giving him one of her deadly kicks like she does to anyone else who's about to harm Anya, Yor chose to instead give him an intimidating glare (which worked).

Twilight could have shot him, but instead he chose to shoot off his vest containing the bomb. Even when the dog was biting him, he chose to trap him in a nearby dumpster instead of shooting him. He even apologized to the dog, both for having to put him in the dumpster and for the more general reason that dogs like him have to suffer for human conflict.

As much as Twilight and Yor see dogs as dangerous creatures, they choose not to harm a dog that was actually a threat to them. Yor even showed concern for Bond (a dog she just met who was supposedly allied with terrorists) when she thought Anya was being too rough with him.

Anyone who shows compassion to animals always gets points in my book! (there was also the time at the Eden interview where Yor chose to subdue the rampaging bull by hitting its pressure points when killing/injuring it would have been easier for her – she even said that she wasn't sure such a thing would work on a bull, but took the risk anyway).

Of course, Twilight and Yor's initial concerns about dogs disappear once they bring Bond into their home and see what a gentle boy he is.

Continue to Part 11 ->

<- Return to Part 9

#twiyor #spyxfamily #spy x family #sxf #spy family #loid forger #loid x yor #loidyor #sxf meta #sxf analysis #yor forger

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thr-333 · 2 months

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Okay so I'm not the best at questions but I thought up a couple for the triple divorce au

Have the boys ever accidentally been hurt by one of their parents while being kidnapped? Like maybe draxum's vines were a bit too strong, or big mama's goons a bit too rough?

How are their personalities different from cannon? They've been influenced by their parents, so obviously they wouldn't be quite the same. Donnie basically has (more) consistent access to praise from big mama, they probably aren't ignored as much between the three of them compared to just splinter, raph (and by extension the others) are encouraged to be violent by draxum.... So it would make sense if they were different from their cannon selves.

So, you've established that big mama has grown to love them (in her... Less than ideal way), and hopefully splinter does too, but does draxum care for them? Or does he just want them to exterminate the humans, and only sees them as a tool and something to work on, as well as use to be petty?

WHAT CRIMES HAVE THEY COMMITTED. SPILL THE TEA

So, splinter isn't as depressed, but does he still sort of ignore them due to emotions? Being an actor is probably exhausting sometimes, so maybe he's just so tired a lot, coupled with the fact that he doesn't get much time with them, that maybe he doesn't interact with them as much as the other two?

Have the boys ever been on the set with splinter (human form or otherwise)? Donnie specifically strikes me (and a lot of the fandom) as a theater kid, and maybe it'd provide some bonding time?

Does Hueso know about all the drama between the three parents? Like does Leo rant to him about it?

Do they all use their same weapons as in cannon? Do they use weapons at all? Do they use different ones, or a variety of them?

Expanding on the previous one, does Leo need to use swords to make portals? I've noticed that instead of swinging a sword around, he appears to just use his hands to create portals.

I just realized that was more than a couple. I kept thinking of more. I love your aus, and art! They're amazing!

YESSS triple divorce questions!!!!

1. Have the boys ever accidentally been hurt by one of their parents while being kidnapped? Like maybe draxum's vines were a bit too strong, or big mama's goons a bit too rough?

Very much so. It was worse when they were younger before Draxum and Big Mama actually started caring about them. Draxum less so because he didn’t want his experiments to be damaged but Big mama? Didn’t care much at all if the kids got roughed up by her goons, as long as she was there to tend to bumps and bruises, scolding her workers to gain favour from the boys. It's part of why the kids don’t fight back when they’re kidnapped. A sort of subconscious conditioning that they are less likely to get hurt if they go along with whoever.

2.How are their personalities different from cannon? They've been influenced by their parents, so obviously they wouldn't be quite the same. Donnie basically has (more) consistent access to praise from big mama, they probably aren't ignored as much between the three of them compared to just splinter, Raph (and by extension the others) are encouraged to be violent by Draxum.... So it would make sense if they were different from their cannon selves.

I won’t go into it individually but in general they’re more jaded I suppose? They had to deal with a lot growing up and now and they’ve sort of fallen into the realm of apathetic acceptance. And they are indeed more violent, not only from Draxum but they litrally grew up watching their three parental figures get into full blown battles all their life, plus their mama runs a fighting ring. To them violence is normalised and they don’t know what regular tolerances for that look like. Combine that with the fact they are spoiled rich kids who can get bailed out of consequences?

3.So, you've established that big mama has grown to love them (in her... Less than ideal way), and hopefully splinter does too, but does draxum care for them? Or does he just want them to exterminate the humans, and only sees them as a tool and something to work on, as well as use to be petty?

Draxum does care for them, in an also less than ideal way. He’s kinda like those parents who live vicariously through their kids, combined with an overzealous soccer mom.

4.WHAT CRIMES HAVE THEY COMMITTED. SPILL THE TEA

In order of who has committed the most crimes

Mikey - mostly arson some aggravated(and non aggravated) assault, vandalism

Donnie - Purple Dragons member, cybercrimes, lots of theft

Leo - has made it his goal to portal to different places and violate benign laws, breaking and entering, public disturbances

Raph - Usually a victim of wrong place at the wrong time but has caused his fair share of property damage

5.So, splinter isn't as depressed, but does he still sort of ignore them due to emotions? Being an actor is probably exhausting sometimes, so maybe he's just so tired a lot, coupled with the fact that he doesn't get much time with them, that maybe he doesn't interact with them as much as the other two?

Usually when the kids are with him Splinter insists they live normal human lives. He gave up on constantly trying to get them to school but he still encourages things like clubs and just generally hanging out being teens(all part of his being raised by the Hamato clan trauma). But for the kids it can often feel like getting shooed out of the house by their father during the little time they have together(and you know Splinter isn’t going to ACTUALLY communicate with them)

6.Have the boys ever been on the set with splinter (human form or otherwise)? Donnie specifically strikes me (and a lot of the fandom) as a theatre kid, and maybe it'd provide some bonding time?

All of the kids have been on set with him before. Being surrounded by people and security was one of Splinter's best ways to keep the other parents at bay. It was always in human form though as they all have cloaking broaches. So it was pretty common for one of the kids to step in for minor roles they needed children for. The only ones that have done big roles are Leo and Donnie. Donnie loves all the rehearsals and acting but hates the busy sets and bright lights. They have managed to get him in a voice acting gig a few times and he thrives in that. Leo’s definitely all in on the attention and grandeur of showbiz. However Mikey is trying to pump the break on any of them going down that path to avoid the child star pipeline(they already have enough trauma messing them up)

7.Does Hueso know about all the drama between the three parents? Like does Leo rant to him about it?

“Pepino I am not your therapist, if you are going to rant at least help wash dishes,”

Leo absolutely does. Hueso can roll his eyes all he likes but he ultimately encourages the behaviour. He is painfully aware that his restaurant is this kids one safe space. Also it is useful having constant tabs on the hidden cites two biggest crime bosses.

8.Do they all use their same weapons as in cannon? Do they use weapons at all? Do they use different ones, or a variety of them? does Leo need to use swords to make portals? I've noticed that instead of swinging a sword around, he appears to just use his hands to create portals.

Draxum would try to make them diversify and practise with a range of things but ultimately they prefer their mystic weapons like in the show. However they don’t use or carry them around much, preferring their mystic abilities. None of them actually need weapons to access their mystic powers. They’ve been practising the mystic arts since they were little and now it comes second nature to them. If they need their weapons, Leo can either portal them, or they can create some out of their own energy. It’s just not worth carrying around weapons when an overnight bag is far more useful to have on person.

To expand on that it’s worth it to say they’re powerful but not that powerful. Combat isn’t a focus of this au; it's all about the family drama. They definitely picked up more skills from their parents than their canonsselves did. But it’s not to the point they could take out any obstacles with ease.

#triple divorce au #tdau #rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #asks

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multifandomenjoyerr · 8 months

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Would it be alright if I requested some Anime Zoro caregiver headcanons? (⁠^⁠^⁠)

⚔️ Roronoa Zoro Agere headcanons ⚔️

🪶 | of course! Zoro is one of my fictional caregivers so I was gonna do hcs of him eventually ^-^

⚠️ | bug related petname, weapons (swords)

(◜◡◝ ) ; acts like he doesn't care but he does and it shows by his actions. He doesn't like being labeled as protective or cautious but his actions give it out. Either that being holding your hand when out in public or yelling at someone for making you sad/frustrated/etc.

(◜◡◝ ) ; he naps alot. And what's better than napping? Napping WITH his little one. That's pretty much 60% of his schedule

(◜◡◝ ) ; a strict caregiver. Be in bed at a certain time, gives a short list of things to do around the ship and encourages you to socialize. Of course besides the bedtime schedule he doesn't really force you to do anything you don't want to do. Because let's be honest, he doesn't socialize either.

(◜◡◝ ) ; he says he doesn't care, but then you end up in his arms literally like 98% of the time. He follows you around like a puppy and refuses to leave your side

(◜◡◝ ) ; paranoid when you have to be babysat by anyone that isn't him. He gets irritated and more anxious whenever it's Luffy of all people. Luffy isn't a bad babysitter don't get me wrong. Buuut.. Luffy isn't that responsible. That's mainly why hates the idea of Luffy being your babysitter

(◜◡◝ ) ; him finding out you regressed was an accident that ran smoother than you'd ever guess. Especially from someone like Zoro

(◜◡◝ ) ; he found out you regressed when you accidentally slipped one night. There was a storm and the rain that hit against The Sunny was too loud for comfort. you ran to the closet bedroom you could find. Which happened to be Zoro's and he ended up being your caretaker ever since

(◜◡◝ ) ; biggest babier ever. The moment you start fussing or crying he will immediately scoop you up into his arms. Also somehow the best one to comfort you? He's literally the least inexperienced with kids yet he's the best with them (this includes teenagers as well)

(◜◡◝ ) ; loves training with you when you're little. Mainly because he can have a little fun with it instead of being dead set on trying too hard. No, you won't be allowed with real swords. But, he has a lot of sticks you can try to wack him with.

(◜◡◝ ) ; everytime you hit him with the stick he'll put on a convincing act that he was taking real damage. he loves seeing you get happy at your own victory when you win

(◜◡◝ ) ; he refuses to let you do things that you aren't able to do when regressed. This including cooking, swimming, training and going on missions [and everything in between]. He has to be there with you the whole time. If you get caught doing something you aren't actually able to do he'll say something like "hey hey, you're too little to [insert whatever here]. here. Let me help you."

(◜◡◝ ) ; he calls you his "little grasshopper" (get it because his hair? Lol) Sanji reference—

(◜◡◝ ) ; he adores every petname you call him. That ranges from daddy, dada, mama, etc

(◜◡◝ ) ; now, if he had a little playlist for you the chances of him having it filled with AJR is about a 100%. You can't change my mind

#sfw agere #agerespace #safe agere #agere blog #sfw interaction only #fandom agere #sfw blog #headcanon #roronoa zoro #zoro roronoa #zoro headcanons #one piece agere #one piece zoro #Honestly ran into writing block with this one #Could've done better #It's a bit short I'm sorry #hhhhhh #collapses and dies

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haematoclan · 6 days

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Raph's sense of responsibility

every time i see a headcanon that Raph was the one to rise his brothers instead of Splinter or that he was forced to grow up and be The Responsible and Careful One since he was a tot i just remember the moment where small Raph took the family heirloom teapot because they couldn't find a ball, yelled to Donnie of all people to "Go long" and chucked it at him with his full strength 😭

or the whole Turtle Tots short where he basically made/encouraged them all to play with dangerous, very real weapons and the moment Splinter was off their hair he did it again!

i don't think he's that anxious and burdened by responsibility... yet, at least. like, I'm pretty sure he had a lot of space to be a kid and have fun, despite their whole situation. i mainly think in the past he just assumed the role of the leader as default due to his oldest status and just liked to take charge while playing and not because he had a deep sense of responsibility since day he was born?

in the short he's not the one to step up against Splinter, and in the flashback he isn't the one to repair the teapot that he shattered, nor to damage control the situation, which kind of shows to me Raph had some growing up to do (which is understandable he's a kid after all!) and it also shows that he's not the only one to take charge, the responsibility is not solely on him! and I don't doubt Raph kept encouraging reckless behavior in himself and his brothers through the years!

like. this boy is an adrenaline junkie and loves roughhousing with his brothers! probably more than they all combined, his Cain Instincts are honestly off the charts!

(and i think it's worth adding he doesn't seem self-conscious about his size and spikes, nor his strength, while playing/attacking them).

seriously, even Mikey isn't free from Raph's roughhousing, he might be overprotective of the youngest but that doesn't mean it will safe Mikey from Raph's wrath!

i do however think that he was forced to grow up in the span of the show very fast. just not that much as a small kid (though just to be clear, that's still tragic, being forced to grow up at the age of 15/16 is still too early). i don't think it was because of Splinter's neglectful parenting. or well, at least not completely directly because of it. as absent as he was, Splinter was still trying to keep his sons away from mystic stuff and dangers of the world.

Mad Dogs started their hero business mostly thanks to a coincidence because Raph saw Mayhem in the first episode.

thanks to that they gained their super cool weapons and saved Mayhem, which probably made Raph feel good about himself (helping other tends to make you feel that way)! not to mention he got to beat up some villain, just like heroes he grew up with! he probably felt confident, powerful, full of adrenaline and happy, which i think instilled in him this idea of becoming a Hero.

and at first he didn't really understand what he was getting himself (and others) into, or even thinking about potential dangers being a Hero could put them all in.

I don't think Raph took the role as family's protector too seriously up until Bug Busters (a.k.a. Leo being thrown off the roof). i think him unlocking his power back then could be kind of symbolic of him "growing up", being forced to really see what could happen to his family because of his idea of becoming Heroes

and then he became more serious about this stuff. (and even then, he still had moments like for example, not showing to Splinter's important mission in Insane in the Mama Train)

(the rest of Mad Dogs kept treating the hero stuff as a side hobby at most though (and honestly why shouldn't they? they were 13-15)).

in conclusion... i get where the headcanon that Raph was responsible and anxious since the very early childhood comes from, Splinter doesn't give off an aura of responsibility or being a very present parent and it seems logical that Raph would pick up Splinter's slack, but I swear we should give Splinter and the rest of Mad Dogs a little more credit! i just (personally) find it more interesting to see Raph's ascend into being the Responsible Leader as a complicated and non-linear, slow journey, because that kind of shows better the growth and character development he had to go through in the show

#rottmnt #it thinks!#rise raph #i just don't see raph as as much parentified as a lot of people seem to i guess!#i especially can't imagine any of Raph's siblings calling him 'Dad' even by accident fhdasfjk #in my opinion they see him purely as their brother and not as a fusion of a father figure?#of course im not saying this to stop the fun i just like to analyse stuff i hope this doesn't come off as rude fhdaskl #like im sure some people would disagree and maybe even prove me wrong and id be ok with that this is just my observations

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soupandsimple · 2 years

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💕 !! THIS. WITH. DAD REMUS!! 💕

* Remus and your daughter bringing up breakfast in bed for you

……….

Waking up, you sit up in bed and let your back rest against the headboard. Your side was empty which meant Remus was up and at it taking care of your three year old daughter already- you had been feeling overwhelmed lately with life so you knew this was him letting you stay in bed a bit longer than usual.

You do a little arm stretch upwards and look over to the clock when you hear footsteps coming up the carpeted stairs. Soon enough the bedroom door opens and in comes your daughter and a leaning Remus, carrying a tray of food.

“What is this?” you ask patiently as you watch them carefully place the tray at your side on the bed.

Your daughter proudly looks up at her daddy and sways slightly side to side.

“Tell her it’s for her honey” Remus encourages.

“It’s for me?” you ask her softly.

She shyly nods and attempts to push the tray closer to you which proves to be a bit difficult so Remus helps. He then lifts her up onto the bed and sits on the edge of it himself.

“You’ve been doing so much for us lately that we think you deserve to have a little something done for you too” Remus lovingly says to you.

“Uh huh and mama I made that” your daughter adds, pointing to the food on the tray.

The tray consisted of a plate of pancakes with a bit of syrup and an assortment of berries scattered around/on top of them. Also included on the tray was a cup of orange juice with some napkins, a fork and a knife.

“Oh I’m so impressed! It looks so great honey.”

She bites her lip at your praise, keeping her eyes on the pretty plate of food she prepared.

“You want to share it with mama?”

Eagerly, she nods at your offer and picks up the blue berry she had been eyeing ever since her and Remus were bringing it up.

“Hm, should we share it with daddy too?” you ask her before taking anything off the plate yourself.

She nods again, quickly picking up a black berry and feeding it to Remus. “Here daddy.”

Accepting it, Remus chuckles. “Thank you lovey but shouldn’t we be feeding mama instead?” he playfully questions, picking up a strawberry slice and feeding it to you just as his daughter had done to him.

The little girl giggles and stands up on the bed to happily jump up and down in joy at the moment unfolding before her. She then quickly sits back down and picks up two berries from the plate, one in each hand, and offers them out in each of your directions. “I can feed both of you,” she says calmly.

Remus and you simultaneously lean towards a berry and nibble it out of her hand. She giggles again and watches as you both chew on the fruit pieces.

“Well now who’s going to feed you?” Remus curiously questions.

“I can feed myself!” she says proudly, taking a little piece of a pancake now.

“My big girl” you cheerily praise. “Thank you for making this and bringing it up here” you say, leaning in to kiss her little syrup and fruit stained cheek. “And thank you too my love” you repeat to Remus, giving him a quick kiss on the lips.

“Mm, of course” Remus replies, bringing you in for another kiss.

You smile up at him with gratitude then look back over to your daughter who is more than merrily eating away at your breakfast.

“Whoa whoa…” Remus begins. “This was for your mum, sweet thing. You’re coming up to being about halfway done with it” he concludes.

“Mama don’t worry, there’s more downstairs!” she beams, little mouth full of your food.

You laugh and look over at a nose pinching, head shaking Remus.

“She’s right though, there is more downstairs” he defeatedly repeats his daughters words as he looks back up at you. <3

#remus lupin x reader #dad!remus lupin #remus lupin imagine #short visual thoughts

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gutghost · 1 year

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~How dateable the Freshman from TWST are~

A-N ~ just for funny hahas spelling errors everywhere km rn

[Jack 8/10]

• ♡Jack gives off tsundere vibes. Besides the fact that he is constantly in denial, he's a very caring boyfriend, nuturing, and all that jazz. He is always trying his best to get approval from his S/O, but he never outright says that he craves for their praise and gratitude. Jack doesn't really offer his help if he knows his S/O is struggling with something. Instead, he gives them encouragement. He makes sure to often check in with his lover, though, and is always there if they need a shoulder to cry on. (though he isn't great with offering advice. Words are hard, you know?) He's always ready to step in if their physically in danger.

The relationship is fairly normal and overall uneventful, not to say it isn't a loving one. The biggest side effect, tho is that Jack's lover gotta deal with his friend group, so that sucks. they have definitely been dragged into afew reckless decisions, much to Jack's disliking. Nevertheless, he couldn't hope for anything better. ♡

[Deuce 9.5/10]

• ♡Deuce is as clueless as ever, but such a sweetheart. His mama taught him right and is such a gentleman. He is so adorable, trying his best to be suave when he asks to hold his lovers hand or if he can hug them, any form of physical touch really. He often daydreams of his S/O when he's in class, too! All he wants to do is sweep his lover off their feet and be their knight in shining armor.

He's always there to help, even though to most he looks more like a pushover rather than a helper - but he's still such a sweetheart. He sucks with comforting anyone verbally. He just can't think of anything to say when someone is going through a hard time, but he will offer water and a nice hug if needed. (His heart is literally made of gold.) The relationship over all is just wholesome and teeth rottingly sweet . Of course, there's always the teasing from Ace, and that little shit does not hold back. Deuce will forever be flustered, but I'm sure his S/O doesn't mind.♡

[Ace 6/10]

♡•Lots of teasing, goes way too far way too often, but only HE can bully his S/O, so - yay? He's a smart ass through and through so if his S/O were to ever show any sort of affection you know he's not only eating that shit up but hes teasing them for it at the same time.

Ace likes to act all tough, but he wouldn't change his and his lovers' relationship for the world. He's been babied all his life, so babying him is a MUST. He will not be taking no for an answer. He trusts his S/O with his life and will forever be comfortable with them, probably enough to walk around their house(Dorm?? Riddle would have a fit istg) in just boxers and an old shirt that probably has ketchup stains. Even though Ace is a jerk, he will always have his lovers back. Deuce isn't as much of a teaser as Ace is when it comes to relationships, but he definitely talks about Ace making goo-goo eyes at the 'lucky' person.♡

[Epel 9/10]

♡•Epel,of course, has no idea what he is doing. But unlike Deuce, he approaches the relationship like he would with any other challenge. Force. Or acting cute and hopeless, both most likely. He trusts his lover enough to let the southern accent slide(as well as a few...alot...of cuss words).

He's always grinning and constantly wants to show off to his S/O, wanting them to know how much of a man he is. But he's always able to slow down if his lover needs someone to talk to about problems they are having, even if Epel can't relate to some of their issues.(his advice? Clock whatever is upsetting them in the face.) The relationship is chaotic and fun-loving and just over all a wild ride. He will most definitely NOT take the blame if Vil finds out you're both causing trouble though, needs to keep his head after all.♡

[Sebek 4/10]

♡•Doesn't know anything about dating, and doesn't understand it either. Why date when Malleus is all you need? He has a long way to go before knowing at least what first base is. that's how inexperienced he is. He talks way too much about malleus, but he's trying his best. pls- give him a break. He truly doesn't have anything else to do.

But once sebek and his lover finally get there after much trial and error, they are HIS person. He goes to them for EVERYTHING. He loves talking about anything and everything to his S/O. He's not much of a listener and is easily flustured when it comes to trying to comfort someone, but lord knows papa Lilia is there to give(poor) advice when needed. Perhaps tea? maybe uh...his malleus plushie? It helps him sleep - he would 100% throw his lover under the bus if it's for malleus, anything for his King. ♡

#twisted wonderland #jack howl #deuce spade #ace trappola #epel felmier #x reader #twst headcanons #twst imagines

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keithisbae1 · 4 months

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Baby Sarada's Adventure - Part 1

Next: Part 2

Sasuke watched as his little daughter was sucking on one of her toys. Naruto, Kakashi and everybody probably went overboard with all the gifts because now she had so many which they had no idea what to do with.

“Sarada, don’t put it in your mouth.” He pulled her hand down and in response, she smiled clapping her hands and giggling. Who would have thought he would be a father to such a sweet innocent girl? Sasuke would do his best to protect her with his life but one thing which haunts him is if she’ll suffer due to his past actions.

Both she and Sakura. Sure his wife tries to reassure him that everything would be fine but not everyone was as forgiving as she and Naruto.

Sasuke then took Sarada's favourite rattle and began shaking it, her eyes gleamed and she put the toy down watching what he was doing.

“See?” She stared at it for a bit reaching out and taking it. Just as Sasuke thought she knew what she was doing when Sarada shook it, she began suckling on the rattle instead. A big grin on her face.

He sighed, ruffling her hair. She’ll grow out of it.

Sakura was sleeping on the sofa, he wanted to give her a break so offered to look after Sarada for the day. It should be a simple task but it didn’t help when she would sometimes go crawling over to her Mama wanting attention.

“Sarada,” Sasuke made sure to keep quiet but also stern so Sarada knew not to disturb Sakura. The girl was standing, holding onto the sofa for support.

“Mama’s sleeping, she needs her rest.”

Sarada looked up to where her Mama was and back at Sasuke. The sofa was really big so without help, she wouldn’t be able to reach her.

Uh oh, her lips were trembling. She really wanted her Mama. He began to panic and looked around the room hoping for some idea. Spotting his cloak which Sarada seemed to love so much for some reason.

He took it off the table and put it on top of his head so it was almost like a tent.

“Sarada look," Sasuke cooed trying to encourage his daughter to crawl over to him.

She stopped pouting, eyes bright and carefully plopped herself down so she could crawl over and sit on Sasuke’s lap. His cloak was comforting, she took hold of an empty sleeve and began putting it in her mouth.

But wasn't very tasty.

“Sarada, not again,” he took and gently pried the sleeve off her but Sarada was determined and kept taking it back. It was almost like a little tug of war but seeing as she was so small he had to be careful not to be too rough. The girl finally got tired of playing and yawned lightly toppling over his lap making herself comfortable.

Her big eyes looked at him, little hands in the air as she spoke.

“Ah aah.”

“Are you trying to say, Papa?” He let out a soft smile letting her hold on to his fingers.

“Ah… aaah.” Nothing but baby sounds came out of her mouth but she was trying.

As expected of our daughter. After all, both he and Sakura were stubborn so it was natural for her to be too and wanting to get it right.

Sarada yawned again and was asleep in no time.

When she opened her eyes, she noticed she was leaning on her Papa's shoulders. Since Sasuke knew Sarada would want to feed when she woke up, he carefully picked up his daughter so as not to disturb her and prepped her food.

But usually, feeding time was spending quality time with Mama so the girl made a fuss trying to get out of his grasp.

“There there Sarada, look I have your food.” Sarada made a pouting face and looked over his shoulder to where she could see Sakura trying to reach out.

Unfortunately having one arm was difficult to keep hold of a baby. Especially when the said baby was fussy.

He pushed out the high chair with his leg and placed Sarada in it. Her arms were folded, well she attempted to fold them. A frown across her features knowing she was now trapped giving Sasuke a 'death glare'

“Don’t look at me like that, you’re just a little cranky from being hungry. Here, open up.” Sarada turned her face around refusing to eat.

“Sarada,” Sasuke warned, she dodged the food again.

He sighed, placing the spoon down. As adorable as she looked Sarada could certainly be devious.

Didn’t Sakura assure him saying she’ll be a little Daddy’s girl? That certainly wasn’t the case here when it was clearly obvious that she wanted Sakura’s attention. Or maybe babies were just fickle in wanting the parent that was busy, hmm that seemed about right.

The doorbell rang and he was tempted to ignore it but knowing only one other person would bother them he decided to go answer. Saving for Sakura to wake up.

“You stay here.” Well duh, where else was Sarada going to go? She still gave him a glare watching him leave.

“Yo Sasuke,” Naruto beamed. Little Boruto clinging onto his shirt sucking on his thumb.

“Keep quiet, Sakura’s sleeping.”

“Eh? Don’t you usually have to be quiet because the baby is sleeping? Not the parent.” Sasuke glared at the blonde. He really was an idiot.

“I’m trying to give Sakura some time off.”

“Oh, what a coincidence. So am I, why don’t we walk around. I'm sure Sakura-chan won't mind.”

That actually wouldn't be a bad idea, except for one thing.

“I need to get Sarada to eat first but she's being cranky.”

“Well, today's your lucky day bas- uh Sasuke. Because I'm an expert.”

Just what he needed. More loud children. Still what else could he do? The sooner Sarada could eat they could go out and he'll be able to keep Sarada distracted for the rest of the day.

“Fine, but you have to be quiet, remember Sakura is sleeping. That includes Boruto too.”

“Okay, okay I get it.” Naruto hushed and looked down at his son.

“You hear that little buddy. We have to be quiet.” Naruto put a finger to his lips and Boruto copied. Not that he really understood what was going on.

“See he gets it.” Sasuke rolled his eyes.

“Whatever, don't make any loud noise.”

~~~

“So tell me, how are you going to get my dear daughter to eat?” Sasuke asked as the two went into the kitchen, she still had her arms crossed face turned away.

Naruto gave a smirk, he knew exactly what to do.

“Well, I happen to know a secret. Thanks to Shikamaru that is. Did you know that babies can get quite territorial with their food? All I have to do is give some to Boruto.” Sarada’s eye peeked open, watching Naruto suspiciously as the strange man took hold of her spoon from her bowl.

What was he doing?

“Here Boruto say ah,” little Boruto looked down at the spoon of food. His eyes brightened and he opened his mouth to eat.

Immediately Sarada’s face fell, her arms out making cooing sounds wanting the food. She turned to look at her Papa as if to say ‘are you really going to let this happen?’

“Oh so now your hungry?” He didn’t think Naruto’s plan would actually work but now Sarada was on the verge of tears which wasn’t what he wanted. If she cried now then she’ll wake up Sakura.

“Naruto,” Sasuke growled taking another spoon from the drawer to feed Sarada with.

“What? She’s eating right?”

“You almost made her cry. What if she woke up Sakura?”

“Oh… right. Hehe,” he sweatdropped. “But hey, at least she’s eating now.” Naruto pointed out when Sarada happily opened her mouth accepting the food Sasuke was giving her. He gave a hmp in response watching her happily munch away.

Why couldn't kids be so simple?

“Ah ah,” Boruto pouted pointing to his mouth.

“Oh, you want some more?” He nodded his little head. “Uh hey Sasuke, I don’t suppose-”

“There’s some more left in the cupboard.”

“Thanks, buddy, I swear I fed him earlier.”

After the kids were fed they allowed Boruto and Sarada to talk and play together for a while. Both were making up words that they couldn’t understand but it seemed like they were able to talk to one another.

Sarada was shaking the rattle Sasuke had earlier showing Boruto how to do it. She was a fast learner, he'll give her that.

“Do you really think they can understand each other? It’s like they’re talking gibberish.”

“Shouldn’t you be able to understand them then? Your good at that.”

“Oh haha, this is the thanks I get for helping you out earlier.”

“Anyway, why don’t we go to the park. We’ll be able to tire them out once we get back.”

“Ah.”

“Something wrong?” Naruto noticed Sasuke looking off. He kept zoning in and out. Whether or not the Uchiha noticed though, he wasn't sure.

“I thought I would be able to figure it out by now.”

“Figure out what?”

“How to take care of Sarada. I’m her father, shouldn’t I be able to know what she wants. Keep her entertained without Sakura?” It was hard to feel like he did enough when Sarada would constantly go back to Sakura. She did a lot for their daughter and whilst Sasuke did more than his fair share of help it never felt like enough.

It was an insecurity he couldn't get over.

“Hey, we’re still learning. Even Hinata struggles with Boruto sometimes, I’m sure Sakura-chan does too. It’s not like we just magically know how to be parents.”

That makes sense. If only it was easy to get over.

“Besides, don't like babies have a special connection with their mothers?”

“Connection?”

“Yeah, you know. They have to rely on them more for food and all. I don't know something like that, I read it somewhere.” Naruto shrugged, finger on chin trying to recall where he heard it from.

“Besides, Sarada loves you as much as Sakura-Chan. When she and Hinata-chan hanged out, Hinata said Sarada suddenly started making a fuss. Apparently, she spotted us walking by and she was trying to reach out to you.” Naruto laughed.

“She probably gets that from you, you know pretending not to care but secretly does.”

“You were doing just fine until saying that,” Sasuke smirked, he briefly recalled Sakura mentioning it before and Sarada wouldn't leave him alone for the rest of the day.

“Serves you right! That's what you get for not being grateful. But have you spoken to Sakura-chan about this? If you are that worried, I'm sure she would be able to give you better advice than me. She has plenty of experience and I'm sure she had some troubles too.”

Sasuke didn't consider that. All the kids loved her but maybe there were a few who were trickier to handle.

“Uh Sasuke... where's Sarada?”

What?

He turned around but only Boruto was there. He seemed to be looking for Sarada too.

“Boruto, where did Sarada-chan go?” Naruto tried to ask as Sasuke went frantic searching in the house.

The door was locked so she wouldn't have gotten out and how fast could a baby travel?

Boruto motioned with his hands, shaking his little fist and then waving his hand about. Almost like saying 'she just disappeared' But that couldn't be, right?

“Where is she?”

~~~

When Sarada looked around, she couldn’t see her parents anywhere. No Papa, Mama, or even little Boruto who she made friends. She was by herself with nothing but trees in sight.

She gripped the rattle which she was still holding onto, eyes widen looking frantically around. There had to be someone right? Anyone? Sarada tried to make a noise but all that came out were baby sounds which were too quiet for anyone to hear.

Tears started to fall and Sarada screamed crying.

She wanted her parents, this place was too scary and she was all by herself. What happened to them? Did she get lost?

The bush in front started rustling and Sarada froze expecting a big scary monster to appear but instead, it was a strange boy.

“What the-” the stranger came closer and now that she got a good look at him he looked exactly like her Papa. A small version but it was definitely him. Immediately she started smiling, arms out wanting to be carried.

“Where did you come from?” He picked up the baby looking around for any parents or adults. How did she get all the way out here? Sasuke had been training nearby until he heard the sounds of wailing. It was a strange sound out here in the training ground, or rather close to it.

His first thought was that maybe someone in danger but a baby… all the way out here? Maybe there is a chance the parents left her here to hide and come back... unless something happened to them.

Wouldn’t the village be aware of the situation then?

Sarada cosied herself up to him, he was wearing a strange blue shirt which she had never seen before but it was definitely her Papa's scent and that was enough for her.

Awkwardly he patted the girl's head. She didn’t seem to care about stranger danger. But then what baby would?

“Why do I always get myself into these situations?” He couldn’t just leave her here. Perhaps the best idea would be to take her to the Hokage and leave it with him. They could send out posters or ninjas to scatter the area to find any hidden clues.

Guess training would have to wait for a while.

At least that was the plan until he caught sight of the crest on her back and froze.

Was that the Uchiha crest?

She looked up at him giving a small smile, she did look like an Uchiha but that would be impossible. Itachi had-

Anger and frustration swelled up inside the Uchiha. That bastard had killed everyone, how was it possible for anyone to live. Let alone a baby.

Given her age, it would be impossible for her to be related and yet her appearance and crest said otherwise.

Was it some kind of joke? A sick twisted joke someone set on him? No one could be that cruel.

Tiny hands touched his face bringing him out of his dark thoughts. Almost like she knew he needed someone and was letting him know she was right here. She was so small and innocent.

And an open target, if the baby was an Uchiha then Sasuke couldn't just leave her be. He would have to protect her.

At least until he figured out his next plan of action.

Maybe she still had a parent out there worried sick, maybe they were both gone? Regardless something inside told him to protect her no matter what.

Who would have thought a day of training would lead to this.

The girl suddenly made a face, her nose was scrunched up with a look of concentration. Sasuke wasn't sure what to do.

Until the smell hit.

“Don't tell me...”

A look of relief washed over her features and he glared at her putting her at arm's length. Great.

She just giggled in response waving her legs.

This was going to be a long day.

~~~

A baby store.

He was going into… a baby store.

Sasuke could already feel eyes on him, it was a small shop but should have everything he need for her. And given how stinky she was now he needed to get her changed as soon as possible.

I doubt they’ll be happy.

All he had to do was quickly go in, get some nappies and other baby stuff and leave.

Simple.

He was thankful to have been paying attention to his mother when she would look after their younger cousins.

Sasuke would do his best to help as much as he could and always paid attention to the details. He didn't really know how to change a baby but he was able to feed them.

Hopefully, the knowledge was still there.

Sasuke looked down at the gremlin.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.” It seemed like all she knew was to smile and laugh. Oh yeah, laugh it up now why don’t you? Tch. He had summoned a clone to do the shopping. Until he got the items there was nothing he could do.

Thankfully not many people were in.

He just walked by briskly along with the clone, holding up Sarada awkwardly. She was mesmerised by all the different items and talking to him.

Not that he could understand a single word.

The woman on the till covered her nose up when they approached but her eyes soften at the baby and poor boy.

“Let me guess, a babysitting mission.” She chuckled lightly checking his items.

“There’s a room in the back there if you want to go clean her up first. If you don’t she’ll get a rash, I’ll save your items here and you can pay afterwards.” Sasuke thanked the woman, taking some of the baby items with him so that he could clean up Sarada.

“Of course, besides you are stinking up my store.”

Once inside the room, he placed Sarada down taking a deep breath. “You better not cause any more trouble.” Again, all she did was giggle and laugh. Perhaps she really was laughing at him finding this whole ordeal amusing.

Why didn’t I just leave her for someone else to find?

It would have been more practical if an adult who knew what they were doing found her.

The smell was atrocious but it needed to be done. Sarada wouldn’t stop moving her legs and arms about.

“Lay still,” she stuck her tongue out instead, laughing again at his expression. She knew what she was doing.

Now that the difficult part was out of the way next came the easy one.

Or so he thought, Sasuke kept switching it around.

Which way is it supposed to go?

He kept looking at the nappy and then back at her. Ah, he'll just have to guess.

He can only imagine how this looks to everyone else. If Naruto caught him like this he would never hear the end of it.

“Not bad.” Finally, she was all cleaned up now, Sarada clapped her little hands. She could be cute when she wasn’t smelling so badly.

“Let’s get the rest of your stuff and leave.” The sooner the better.

He was about to go back up to the till until a baby carrier caught his interest. It may be easier to carry her with.

Sarada had her head resting on his shoulders for now but it will do for later.

The lady had everything ready so he paid for the items anxious to leave.

“Thank you again,” he bowed politely. She did save him. “Come again anytime.”

I’d rather not.

Until he had his own kids at least. Which won't be happening for a long while hopefully.

With one hand carrying the bags and in his arm with Sarada who had now taken an interest in nibbling his clothing.

“It’s no wonder your parents gave you up.”

He smiled fondly down at her, there was still the trouble in finding out where she came from. If she was safe, did Itachi know about her?

Because if he did, maybe it was best for her to stay with him.

“Sasuke-Kun!”

Oh crap.

Sarada’s ears perked up at the familiar voice. Her head peeked out from his shoulder wanting to see Mama but Sasuke had quickly shot up on the roof making a dash for it.

“Sas- oh… I thought I saw him a moment ago…” Sakura deflated, just when she thought they could have some alone time.

“Ah ah aaaah.” Sarada kept whining struggling from his grip. Why did he run away from Mama?

She was right there.

“I’m not letting my teammates see me with you. Sorry.” Why was he apologising to a baby? It wasn’t like she understood him.

He probably shouldn't have run off like that though. At least with her, it must have been scary.

Sarada's eyes were filled with tears which caught Sasuke off guard.

He must have really scared her.

“Don’t cry-”

Too late, she had started bawling.

“Look I’m sorry, I don’t know what else you want from me.” They had managed to make it back to his place without anyone else catching them but she was still upset.

He couldn’t find any injuries so didn’t understand why she was still crying.

And she wouldn't eat either.

All Sarada had wanted however was her Mama. She heard her soothing voice, could recognise it anywhere.

Why did Papa have to be mean?

“I don’t know what-” An idea hit him. There was a 50% chance it wouldn’t work but what harm could it do?

“Look, do you want this?” Sasuke held out his favourite dinosaur plushie. It stopped him from crying when he was scared or upset, whether it would be the same for her was another matter.

“Ga gaa!" Her arms reached out for it and cuddled it. The plushie was a bit... big in comparison to her but she was happy.

He sighed with relief, at least he managed to stop her from crying.

“I wonder what I should name you?” It would be stupid to refer to her as ‘baby’ and he had the feeling she would be here for a while.

A long while.

~~~

So far so good, she hadn’t been crying since they came back. Far too distracted from playing with Mr Dinosaur. If you consider drooling and attempting to eat it playing that is. Sasuke would pry it away from her mouth, taking the plush and trying to teach her how to 'play' but she would go back to doing her usual. It couldn’t be helped.

He was still trying to come up with names and figure out what to do with the little one.

On one hand, he knew logically he should bring her to the Hokage office or maybe even Kakashi and they could take it from there. But a selfish part of him wanted to be the one to protect her, she was an Uchiha like him. At least, that’s what it looked like, even if it was impossible his mind kept rationalising. Still, on the slim chance she was, he didn’t want to leave her on her own for the rest to take care of.

They were both in the same boat. And if he couldn't protect his own family he could at least protect her.

Plus if Itachi knew about this baby, there was a good chance he would come looking and perhaps Sasuke could use it to his advantage.

“Kyaaa!” She threw the plushie laughing when it bounced lightly.

Anything amused her. He was sitting on the sofa watching Sarada on the floor.

Maybe she had a nametag on her clothes… okay perhaps not. I mean who would do that to a baby.

So what should he call her?

The Uchiha wasn't even a people person who socialised let alone know how to take care of or even name a baby.

He knew his mother had always wanted a daughter.

His thoughts drifted to her, what would she name the baby? Mikoto did have some baby name lists for him and Itachi. Both boys and girls since they weren't sure of their gender but Sasuke never listened to those types of conversations.

What five-year-old would?

If only he was stronger, he could have protected them.

Sarada then crawled over passing the plush to Sasuke. He was a bit confused until he realised she noticed him staring off into space. Maybe since it stopped her from crying, she thought the same would happen to him. Or cheer him up.

“Uh, thanks?” He wasn’t sure what else to say but Sarada just smiled and crawled elsewhere.

“Now where are you going?” She had been distracted with the cuddly toy since they got here so something else must have grabbed her attention.

And much to his dismay, she was heading right where the photos were.

“Don’t-” she kept going and then tried to stand up using the wall for balance so she could reach her arms out. Unfortunately, it wasn't a stable table so the frame ended up falling when she leaned her entire body on it.

Quick on his feet, he managed to yank her away with one arm and catch the frame before it hit the ground.

Whoever said being a shinobi didn't pay off?

“Be careful!” His tone was harsh. She didn’t pay any mind or cared but kept making grabby hands towards the photo he was carrying. What a reckless baby.

Why did she care so much about it?

“Is this what you wanted?” The photo in question was of the recent Team 7 one. They took this photo about a week about so he wondered why she was so fascinated by it.

“They are my teammates. My annoying teammates and lazy sensei.” He sat back down with Sarada on his lap. “I’m sure you would all get along.” Considering how much hell she was already putting him through.

It hadn’t even been a day yet.

Her hand kept hitting and pointing to Sakura and she looked up at him blabbing away.

“Gah gah!”

Translation: ‘look there’s Mama’

Sasuke’s eyebrows furrowed. Maybe he was starting to go crazy but it seemed like she was trying to tell him something.

“Sakura?” He pointed and she nodded clapping away. Then turned back to look at the photo.

“You know Sakura?” Her small hands were gently placed on the picture and she started baby talking again.

Was it possible for them to be related? Maybe they were cousins...

No that wouldn’t be it, for starters. Sakura didn’t have any Aunts or Uncles. Kakashi had wanted them to get to know each other better so they sat at Ichiraku Ramen taking turns to ask questions.

“So Sakura-Chan, do you have a big family?” Naruto asked eating his second bowl.

“Not really, it’s just me and my parents. My mother was an only child and so was my father.”

“I think they did plan on having another child but it wasn’t to be I guess.”

“Gee, that sucks.”

“It does but who knows maybe they would have been as annoying as you.”

“Hey! I’m not that bad.” He looked at Sasuke and Kakashi for support but they stayed silent smirking.

“You're all mean to me.” Naruto pouted.

Okay so maybe they weren’t cousins or related but that didn’t mean they couldn’t know each other right?

Maybe she was a family friend’s daughter and was able to recognise Sakura because of her hair…

Yeah perhaps not, that still didn't answer the question of why she had the Uchiha symbol on her back.

A baby.

With an Uchiha symbol.

And who knew Sakura?

Nothing was adding up.

Little Sarada stopped talking now turning her head to smile. Like she knew something. Sasuke on the other hand tried to put all the small clues together.

Then it clicked.

Yes, that made perfect sense.

She didn't recognise Sakura, not in a way she thinks that is. But maybe Sakura reminded her of her own mother.

Pink was an unusual hair colour so of course, she would mistake Sakura for someone she knew.

“I get it now. She looks like your own Mama doesn’t she?” Sarada let out a huff annoyed. How did Papa not get that was Mama.

Papa must be really stupid. It was no wonder Mama would tell him off all the time.

He didn't notice she was unhappy though, more like satisfied with his own conclusion. How was she going to get to Mama now?

#the more I think about it technically this is more of a Sasuke and Sarada centric fic #but it still includes sasusaku so I'll tag it as such haha #sasusaku #baby sarada's adventure #sasuke uchiha #sarada uchiha #sasusaku fanfic

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