#but that all comes from a place of very intense anxiety about her loved ones safety that's gone unmedicated and unaddressed for years | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

danytar · 1 month

Text

“I will make them pay a hundred times over” [ King! Aegon!Targaryen X Sister!Wife!Reader ]

Warnings : anxiety - miscarriage - Blood and mention of murder - Incest

Summary : After the cheese and blood incident aegon's wife suffers from an early miscarriage and PTSD which make her husband to become extremely angry and sad about what happened to his children and wife.

The dance of dragons had begun and you were just realizing that as Aegon's sister wife, you will suffer the most. Being Aegon's queen wasn't easy. Rhaenyra's son Lucerys, who crowned herself queen at the Dragonstone, was killed.

And in response, rhaenyra's husband daemon sent two men calling themselves Blood & Cheese to kill Aegon and your son Jaehaerys. You begged the men to take your life. You begged them to kill you and your baby in your womb whose existence you learned a few days ago. But neither blood nor cheese accepted this. Your son Jaehaerys was murdered by them

Your precious son was killed before your eyes and you were unable to protect him or do anything could save him you were left in front of your son's headless body to drown in your resolve and shock.

Your screams shook the walls of the Red Keep Moments later, your husband rushed to you with his guards Your brother and mother have come with him as well The king's eyes fell on the body of his eldest son, who was brutally murdered Then he looked at you.. Your condition was miserable and difficult. You were kneeling on your knees and your tears were constantly flowing.

“Bring the person who responsible for this! now! Bring him to me!” Your husband shouted at the guards angrily.

The guards nodded and rushed to investigate the incident...while the servants were rushing in to clean the place and cover the body from your sight. Aegon knelt down next to you and hugged you tightly “My love- You interrupted him “It's a- all m-my faul-t!”. You spoke in a trembling voice.

“No. it's not”. He replied, trying to reassure you.

Before you could answer him again You felt your stomach clench and twist suddenly Your husband noticed your sudden behavior and your distance from his embrace “ Darling.. W- what's wrong? ”. he ask you.

But you felt so intense pain penetrating you that you could no longer hear anything else in the room. Your hands quickly slid under your dress to check out.. as soon you saw your fingers covered in your own blood You sighed quickly and looked at your husband “ The baby is coming”. you told him.

Your husband's eyes widened in shock and worry “Where's the FuCkin MaeSTeRs! ”. The king shouted. Your mother, the Queen Dowager, held your other hand and tried to comfort you “Relax, my dearest love, everything will be alright”.

But you knew one thing: the child in your womb would not survive Because you are still in the early stages of pregnancy. as soon as impossible you went into a very painful and difficult labor. You wished you the death hundred times to free yourself from this pain.

Even the midwives' words and encouragement did not make you happy Or at least relieve your pain. “You have to be strong my queen this is your third time on this bed”. Aegon comfort you and kisses the palm of your hand lightly.

“I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE! ”. you replies while you feel as if your insides are being torn apart. Your husband was by your side and your mother too. Despite your pain, you were unable to put your son’s body away from your mind, which made your pain worse. You were begging your husband to kill you and free you from this torment.

After a long struggle and a painful labor like hell, you gave birth to a deformed and underdeveloped boy. Your mother put her hand to her mouth and her eyes filled with tears. aegon was unable to speak, he was devastated. now he lost his firstborn son and his son who was in your womb It was hard for him and you You remained silent.. You didn't even have any tears left to cry..

“What happened?”. This question was on the back of your mind.. Weeks ago, you and your husband were lying together, suggesting names for your new baby..

and yet this happens to your happy family ofc it wasn't your choose everything was out of your control. It was not your fault or your husband's fault.

It was very painful for you to see the bodies of your children preparing to be consumed by fire. aegon was by your side, holding your hand to support you mentally and emotionally.

Of course, seeing his dear queen in this state shattered him into small fragments... but he did not want to show it in front of others. He did not want to show his weakness in front of people or in front of you at this moment because you needed him.. You needed his support now.

Later, you were sitting in your chair next to the fire with a cup of wine in your hand to bury your sadness and pain in it. The room was very silent. You were so sad and broken that you did not even bother to attend the council with your husband. Your precious son is now dead and you have lost your child.. What is the benefit of the council now?

Aegon entered the room quietly, with clear signs of fatigue on his face he saw you there drinking, trying to console yourself with those cups He slowly walked towards you as he said “What was done to Jaehaerys will not go unpunished. I swear. I will avenge our son”.

you heard him talking and you stopped drinking for a moment, then sighed quietly and you answered him with a hoarse, Your voice was like a whisper “I will avenge him.. we will average our son.. ”.

Aegon looked back at you, holding your hand. His eyes looked a little drunk and filled with rage.“What they did to Jaehaerys...”.

He couldn't even finish his words and instead clenched his fist as his face went red with rage. He gulped from his cup and then said.

“I promise you, I will avenge his death. I will make them pay.”

you looked at him and replies with an angry and sad tone in your voice. “ I don't want you to promise me.. I want them DEAD!”.

His gaze was intense, and you could see the rage in his eyes. A low growl came from his throat. He looked as if he was on the verge of bursting with rage.

“I won't just promise you... I won't just avenge Jaehaerys and then let that be the end of it. I will burn them all... I will make them suffer.”

His voice was full of hatred and his hand gripped your hand tightly. Still looking at you with burning eyes, he added.

“I am tired of losing people I love. I won't sit still and do nothing while they tear me down piece by piece”.

He was now standing and he looked even more furious.

“Rhaenyra will not have her happiness. She has to suffer for what happened. I will not wait, I will not be patient. I will act as soon as possible”.

Your eyes filled with tears again and you swallowed trying to speak “Please.. do". Your words were incoherent and broken.

“He was our son.. our sweet boy”. She whispered hoarsely

Aegon was angry, but his face changed. Anger and coldness was replaced by something warm as he looked at your tear-filled eyes. His face softened as he saw your broken voice. He still was angry and raging but he also realized that you were broken as well.

He kneeled in front of you, still holding your hand, and his face now looked at yours. He took your other hand as well. He was angry, but not with you. He couldn’t take his eyes off yours, and his expression was tender.

“Shhh.. everything will be alright my dearest I promise”. he replies then he moved closer to hug your head to his chest.. You sobbed into his chest like a little girl...while he gently stroked your silver hair and kissed your head.

“They will pay for every single tear that falls from you eyes”. he whipped

Your grip on his collar tightened.. You slowly lifted your head from his chest and looked at his face He slowly leaned down to capture your lips in a kiss Your arms quickly wrapped around his neck The two of you exchanged desperate kisses..

You both broke the kiss and looked at each other.. then he said “I will make them pay a hundred times over.. ”.

#aegon ii targaryen #aegon targaryen x reader #aegon headcanons #hotd aegon #house of the dragon #tom glynn carney #aegon the second #hotd fanfic #hotd2

769 notes · View notes

fanaticsnail · 5 months

Note

I always am in awe and in love with your writing and wanted your thoughts on this. What do you think of the aloof Mihawk with an apprentice that he isn’t that close too. He still is protective, but doesn’t think much until he notices that the apprentice is getting weaker and assumes they are slacking. He tears into them about being lazy and goes to leave only to hear them collapse with the Hanahaki disease. 🫣

Hanahaki: The Hawk and the Fledgling

Hanahaki: a disease in which the victim coughs up flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love.

Masterlist here. Part 2 here.

Word Count: 1,466

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to you, Anon. I hope I fulfilled your request well. I am very new to the concept, so I have drawn this up as a drabble rather than a fully-fledged fic.

Song Accompaniment: Luminary

“Pick up the pace, Fledgling,” Mihawk directed you, his drawl laced in boredom and indifference, “try to at least be better than you were yesterday. You’re growing slack or, dare I say, lazy.”

It had been this way for the past three years. You had initially sought out the mighty Dracule Mihawk, warlord and world’s greatest swordsman, to train you to become an expert in skilled swordcraft. Initially, he refused your request; shutting the door in your face as soon as you uttered a simple: “Lord Mihawk, I have come to humbly request-.”

His eyes bore an intensity, an aloofness and disinterest about them. The honey-colour irises within the darker rings indicated he was exactly the strength you needed to train under to become an expert in your field. As soon as your gaze was halted by the large wooden door, the large brass handle swinging to nearly hit you; you became resolved in not moving from your place atop his staircase until he was willing to take you in.

He made you wait seven days. Your body was overcome with exhaustion, dehydration and malnourishment when he finally stepped aside to welcome you within his darkened and gloomy halls to await further instruction.

Your training began by vigorous routine: waking, eating, training, sleeping – all with the broody swordsman lording over you; criticising every aspect of your routine. Your apprenticeship was joined alongside the demon and bounty hunter: Roronoa Zoro. He was an amazing peer; his strength and agility was akin to your own, alongside his mantra to become stronger than the person he was yesterday. Mihawk paid you and Zoro the same amount of attention, his ward: Perona, also offering you guidance and comradery with her unwavering support.

“You slept in, Fledgling,” the warlord would utter, flicking the back of his newspaper to straighten the pages. He did not look up to acknowledge your presence in the slightest, opting to raise a glass of red wine to his lips instead.

“No protein with your breakfast? You’ll never achieve your goals by living on simply bread – I don’t care if Perona informs you otherwise,” he would utter, brushing past you to reach high up on the kitchen shelf and thrusting the jar into your hands, “at least balance it out with almonds or pumpkin seeds, Fledgling.”

“Sloppy,” he would comment, gesturing to a particular maneuver you were working with against your peer, Roronoa Zoro, “pick your feet up, Fledgling. Rabbit, aim for their calves to make them move.”

Each jab, taunt and criticism had your resolve to train harder and stronger more cemented within your chest: a chest that became weighed down with a feeling of suffocating tightness. The brush of a correcting hand, the whisper of his shoulder on his way past you, the feeling of his guidance on your lower back throughout the halls had your heart bound within vines.

Fighting the feeling with furrowed brows and clenched jaws, you pinned it as anxiety under the hard traineeship you sought with this undertaking with the swordsman. You thought you had trained yourself too hard: coughing uncontrollably, clutching your chest to relieve you of the tight feeling that followed with a spatter of blood falling from your parted lips into your palm. A trickle of saliva connected your lips to the pool within the creases of your hand: a small petal white and pure going unnoticed within your outstretched palm.

You strengthened your resolve, opting to train harder to break yourself from the weakness you were experiencing. You chose not to inform neither Perona, Zoro nor your boss Dracule Mihawk of the overexertion you were sure you were suffering.

Battling with Zoro became harder and more difficult with the amount of exhaustion you found yourself overcome with. The feeling never ceased, and appeared to be becoming worse the more your eyes met with the disapproving gaze of your mentor. Mihawk would shake his head and look away from your stance in disappointment, opting to praise Zoro for his ability to take down someone akin to you.

It was not until you felt the feeling overcome your chest completely that you collapsed under the pressure of your heart. The feeling of overexertion was too much. The passion was too much. The love?

Love.

You were in love.

You were in love with Dracule Mihawk.

A man you knew you could never have.

His gentle touches: firm enough to guide you, soft enough for it to be a suggestion rather than an order. The way his eyes would linger, unblinking and harsh. There was no softness, only correction and disinterest. He was not interested in you, not in the slightest - that was a fact you were certain of. A man of his stature had no awareness, desire, or need for something as simple as romance or love.

Collapsing within the vineyard, drawing your hand up to your mouth and coughing under the uncomfortable weight within your heart; your eyes rose to the feathered hat atop the warlord in front of you, wide and frantic.

“Lazy again, Fledgling?” he uttered, turning to face you along the clay row of the cascading vines, “and here I thought-.”

His words were cut short, his eyes widening at your form and brows immediately rising. Hunching your back over, you hung your head as a fit of uncontrollable coughs overcame your body in a fit of wheezed breaths. The vocal chords within your throat stung within the chasms of your oesophagus, a trail of white petals once again falling to your palm under your coughs. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes at the pain you were experiencing, looking in horror towards your mentor.

“What is-,” he began, turning in his sprint to join you at your side, “-what is wrong with you?”

Drawing his right arm to collect your shoulders, he embraced you against his chest as you continued to struggle to gulp down breaths of air to fill your lungs. Utilizing his left hand, he withdrew your hand from your lips and stared his amber eyes down to your palm.

“Hanahaki,” he whispered in a low growl. His teeth clenched tight against each other at the thought of the disease overtaking your form. His honey-coloured gaze scanned over your body, staring at the risen veins like vines rising in a trail from your heart to your clavicle as his breath hitched in a light hiss.

Releasing your hand from his left, he laced his left arm beneath your body and thrust himself upwards to cradle you against himself. His embrace was strong, his support of your respiratory system within his arms relieved some of the tension falling from your heart in waves of caged interwoven vines.

Blurred sentences falling from his lips, your ears nor eyes are able to focus on a single word uttered.

“-How long-.”

“-When did-.”

"-Fledgling-."

“-You didn’t say-.”

“Let’s-... -a doctor.”

You felt your body be placed onto a firm, wooden surface. Your chest felt weighed down by the amount of earthy and binding roots you felt entrapped by. Your jaw ached with how hard you had clasped your teeth shut to halt the release of more petals. Pure, white and teasing was the nature of the flowers falling from between your parted mouth. The ache never ceased within your chest the longer your mentor remained with you.

Your dizzying mind only regained focus at the next utterances falling from the lips of your mentor.

“I will send for the green-haired rabbit. Perhaps I can persuade him of the charm you hold and convince him to fall for you,” he took a long breath inwards and uttered in a tone just above a whisper, “if you can convince someone as hardened as I am wordlessly to harbor affection for you, the brat should have no such trouble.”

He exited the room, the wooden door to the kitchen swinging behind him in a slow, creaked ‘click’ as it met its handle against the brass latch. Immediately, you felt your heart began to release the tension folded around the organ. Although your mouth was dry, the flavour of metallic blood lingering in a cocktail against the floral texture of something akin to jasmine flowers, your body was relieved of the tension for the first time in three years.

No longer hardened by what you assumed to be mild anxiety, you knew you would be able to train harder still to achieve both yours and Dracule Mihawk’s impossibly high standards of yourself. Discovering what harbouring the affections of a warlord of the seas truly meant while training was something that filled your once constricted heart with a soaring freedom you yearned for.

You would have much to discuss upon his return, especially with a green-haired apprentice in tow.

#one piece #opla #opla fic #one piece live action #x reader #hawkeye mihawk #dracule mihawk #mihawk #one piece mihawk #mihawk x reader #dracule mihawk x reader #opla mihawk x reader

505 notes · View notes

chelseasdagger · 7 months

Text

Teacher

Frank Castle x Inexperienced F!Reader

Summary: Frank's a part of your friend group and invites you to hang out one day, unaware of your massive crush on him. During the visit, you let it slip that you're very inexperienced, and he offers to teach you everything you've missed out on.

Warnings: age gap (reader is in her early 20s), mentions of sex, drinking, and smoking

Author's Note: Oh my god! It's finally here, my first fic series! I've had this idea for months now and I've finally got the courage to write it out and post it. I wanna say a huge thank you to @chellestrash and @suitsofwo3 for their continuous support on this series! Reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated :) Leave a comment or shoot me an ask!! I'd love to hear what you think!

Word Count: 5k

To say you had feelings for Frank Castle would be a gross understatement. It was truly nothing short of a schoolgirl crush, an all consuming infatuation that made you want him even more. Being anywhere near him made you feel like you were back in grade school with an uncontrollable flutter of butterflies in your stomach, and you knew you had to at least try and attempt to cease their movements.

But knowing and acting are two very different things, and you weren’t even sure if you wanted to stop them. Not when every smile he flashes your way makes them beat their tiny wings so fast that you feel weak in the knees. You knew logically it couldn’t end well, not with him being in your friend group, but you had a feeling you could keep up the friendly facade and not let it slip that your feelings for him are much more intense.

After all, he’s confident, handsome, and much older than you. How hard could it be?

“How hard could it be,” you repeat, whispering to yourself in the car. Your eyes are trained on the road in front of you as you listen while your GPS navigates you through the city. Frank had invited you over to his place after the last get-together the group had, where you admitted to the fact that you hadn’t seen his, apparently, favorite movie from the ‘80s. It was almost too perfect of a setup and you curse the universe for planning it all. Of all the movies you haven’t seen, you had to confess to this one?

In your defense, it was nearly impossible to decline his offer when his charm flared up like it had that night. Boisterous laughter, crinkles by his eyes when he grinned, and a, “Come on, you’ve gotta see it!” that was so warm and welcoming it had you agreeing before you thought about the implications of that damn nod you gave him.

Thinking back on that night, you nearly miss your turn onto the road that leads to his apartment. You catch it just in time though and as the automated voice informs you that he lives on the left, the anxiety sets in. You begin to focus on your breathing and you find an open parking spot right next to his black van, exactly where he said there would be. Mentally thanking him for eliminating some of the pressure of finding where to park, you pull into the spot and look towards the door with the metal numbers of his address bolted on the plaque beside it.

Once the car is parked and the ignition is off, you close your eyes and inhale enough air until your chest puffs out. “It’s just Frank,” you reassure yourself, attempting to slow down your heart rate. It does little use as his face flashes in your mind when you speak his name, so you decide not to delay the meeting any longer.

With a dry mouth and fidgeting hands you make your way to his apartment, giving yourself one last full breath before raising your hand to knock on his door. Your knuckles sound out against the wood, and there’s only a second of silence before you hear a muffled, “Coming!”

The brief moment to plaster a relaxed smile on your face passes all too quickly and you’re suddenly met with Frank’s warm grin. Failing to ignore the way he’s leaning against the doorframe, you can’t help your eyes immediately glancing at his bicep as it stretches the fabric of his sleeve. You quickly force your gaze back to his face and give yourself a mental shake.

“Hey, kid, glad you could make it,” he greets you kindly. You’d be lying if you said the nickname he reserved for you wasn’t bittersweet. It made you feel special that it only left his lips in reference to you, but logically you knew it was because you were the youngest in the group. The truly bitter part was hearing it and feeling your heart sink that little bit lower; you wondered if he ever saw you as more, if you’d ever be able to satisfy your steadfast crush.

But those spiral sessions are best had at home, so you push away the thoughts and focus on spending time with him. All you’ve ever wanted was time alone with him and you’re not sure when you’ll get the chance again after today.

“Yeah, of course,” your genuine smile takes over, ”I had to see what all the fuss was about.” He chuckles at your joke before stepping aside, gesturing for you to come in. Squeezing past his body, you step into the living room of his home. It’s bigger than you expected, housing a sectional couch and wooden coffee table in the center. There’s also a large television mounted to the wall that’s clearly the main focus of the room. One sweatshirt and a lone blanket are draped on the back of the couch, making up the only clutter in the space. You don’t realize Frank is watching you take it all in until he gently clears his throat.

“Is it as glorious as you expected?” His voice sounds out from behind you and you turn to face him. There’s a smirk on his face and you find yourself chuckling to avoid shrinking into yourself.

“Just… different than I pictured is all,” you gesture vaguely to the open space of the room. There’s a scoff before he walks past you and towards the light grey couch.

“‘Clean’, you mean?” There’s a huff surrounding the question as he plops down onto the couch.

“Well…” you trail off, tilting your head to the side. A smile slowly takes over his face as you tease him.

“Make yourself comfortable,” he says as he pats the cushion of the couch. You follow his instruction, opting to keep one seat between the two of you. There’s a pause for a moment and you let your eyes wander to his thighs. His legs are slightly spread on the couch and it’s hard to ignore the way the fabric of his denim jeans are struggling to make room for the muscles of his thighs.

“So you really haven’t seen the greatest film of all time?” He begins again, disbelief clear in his tone. His voice makes your line of sight shoot back up to his face and it’s now your turn to wear a smile.

“You sure are creating a lot of hype for this movie. I hope it doesn’t disappoint,” you laugh softly. His eyes grow wide as a look of shock takes over his face.

“‘Disappoint’? You kiddin’ me? I’m pretty sure this movie paved the way for cinema.” He gets up excitedly, walking towards one of the thin bookshelves that frame the television. His fingers scan the titles quickly, trailing down the rows until he finds one. He pulls the case out from where it was sandwiched between the others before turning around to show it off with a wave of his hand.

“Made sure to rewind it for you yesterday.” You try to ignore the way your brain jumps to conclusions at those few words. The thoughts are loud, however, and you hear them despite your wishes. He really thought this ahead? Was he actually looking forward to seeing you?

Frank pulls the tape from out of its case and kneels down in front of the television. There’s a large, grey VCR lying on the ground and he gently pushes the tape past the small hinge, a tiny whirring sound escaping as it accepts the tape.

“God, I’m really showing my age here, aren’t I?” He nods towards the old technology on the wooden floor.

“I mean, I’ve seen my parents use them before,” you answer honestly.

“Jesus Christ,” he grumbles, bringing his palm to cover his face before dragging it down his cheeks. The giggle that escapes you is involuntary, he looks so cute each time you tease him. You love these moments and how effortless it is to joke around with him, unlike when your usually constant bashfulness is present.

Once the tape is in, the static on the screen crackles to life and there’s a few seconds before the black fades into a dusty orange sky. As the opening scene begins to play, you feel like you recognize the actors’ names as they appear over the footage. Nothing immediately comes to mind though, so you ignore the nagging feeling of trying to place them and focus on the film.

That proves to be more difficult than you intended. Admittedly, all you can think about is his scent lingering in the space around you. It’s almost as if the couch is bathed in his smell and it feels as though you’re drowning in it in the best way. You halfway register the dialogue sounding out and decide to at least entertain the idea of paying attention. There’s a shot of the inside of an airport, and you watch as the word Diehard comes across the center of the screen. Chuckles erupt from you and Frank’s immediately turning to face you with a confused pout.

“You think Diehard is the greatest movie of all time?” Your words are unintentionally soaked in disbelief and you swear you can see his defensive guard come up.

“You tryna’ tell me it’s not?! Cause it’s clearly up there!”

“I don’t know, Frank,” you start. Each time the film is brought up around you, you hear that it’s either the best or it’s overrated. You just didn’t expect him to be this much of a fan.

“That’s right! You don’t know!” He seems proud of his argument and even laughs towards the end of his sentence. You shake your head as your smile begins to hurt your cheeks due to how long you’ve been wearing it for. He reaches for the old remote, its buttons faded with its age, and the screen halts to a stop as he presses pause.

“I’ll be right back,” Frank explains with a grunt as he pushes himself off of the couch. You turn and watch him walk to the kitchen, your eyes lingering on his broad shoulders and how they almost brush the open doorframe as he passes through it. Not wanting to let your thoughts continue any more down the path they’re already on, you force your attention back to the television and wait for him to return.

“Here you are,” his deep voice sounds out a moment later and you look up at him. He’s sitting down onto the couch cushion with the fingers of his right hand wrapped around the necks of two beer bottles. He stretches his arm towards you, offering one of the drinks and you’re distracted by the veins running up the inside of his forearm.

“What? S’there somethin’ wrong?” he asks confusedly, his own gaze glancing between your clasped hands and the bottles. You snap out of your trance and stare at the beers again, racking your brain for any excuse to use to decline the drink.

“No, thank you, I’m all good,” your voice comes out stiff. Real smooth, you curse yourself as you see Frank’s expression change. His eyebrows pull together as he tries to understand your sudden and strange behavior.

“So what’s your deal, huh?” he begins, setting the bottles down and leaning back into the couch. His entire body is turned towards you and it’s clear that you’re the new subject of the conversation. You swallow thickly, your nerves already acting up.

“Never seen you drink, never seen you smoke… Hell, I haven’t seen you do much of anything,” he continues, listing his examples off on each finger. “Why is that? You some goody two shoes or something?” he finishes with a raspy chuckle. He reaches for his beer, popping the lid off with the opener from the coffee table and taking a long sip as his eyes meet yours over the glass in his hand.

You wish you could come up with something, anything, to get you out of this situation before you’re forced to confess to him. You open your mouth, expecting your tongue to string the words together for you, but there’s nothing but silence in the room. Quickly, you begin grasping for an explanation, only to be left stuttering over your words. Frank’s eyebrows raise and there’s an amused smirk tugging at his lips as he puts his drink down again.

“Uh oh,” he laughs quietly, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees. He squints at you, tilting his head to the side as his eyes flicker all around your face. “There’s somethin’ else there,” he whispers mostly to himself, “gotta tell me now, sweetheart.”

If none of this was enough to make your face grow warm, it certainly is now that you’ve heard the pet name leave his mouth. You feel as if you’re curling inward on yourself and you hate that the ground won’t show you mercy by opening up and swallowing you whole. Fidgeting with your fingers, you wonder if there’s any lie you can try and deliver confidently this time. But who are you kidding? You were never good at it, and it’s best to just rip off the bandaid.

With one last glance up at him, you see he’s not going to budge until he gets an answer, so you give him what he’s looking for. “Yeah, that’s… ‘my deal’,” you phrase his words in air quotes. “I haven’t really done, well, anything, and I don’t really know where to start,” you admit, still not looking him in the eyes. Frank nods as he lets your voice fill the air and you notice him making another curious face.

“When you say ‘anything’, what exactly do you mean?” he asks in a softer tone this time, no hint of teasing in his words. It’s then that you finally meet his brown eyes and see the kindness in their warm color. You bring in a deep breath and prepare yourself for the worst possible reaction to your following words.

“Um—,” you cut yourself off with a sigh, letting out all the air in your lungs and attempting to stall the embarrassment a moment longer. “Okay, like drinking, smoking, drugs…” you continue the list and watch him nod after each addition. “Never had sex, never—,”

“Bullshit,” his rumbly voice interrupts you, shaking his head in disbelief. The pout that forms on your lips is involuntary; you feared he wouldn’t have believed it, but you suppose it’s better than him teasing you. From the corner of your eyes you watch his lips part and his jaw go slack as he realizes what you said was the truth.

“Christ, you… you’re serious?” he questions as he looks at you in shock. You only nod silently, not sure how to continue from here. There’s a long pause where Frank is still as stone, remaining silent but seemingly trying to process the new information he’s discovered. The air feels so thick you worry that if you open your mouth to speak you’ll only choke.

The sound of a rumbly chuckle fills the air and you look up to see his wide smile. He’s dragging his palm down his mouth and rubbing his jaw as he shifts his hips forward and leans back into the cushions once more. You feel anger bubbling up and it quickly replaces the mortification that had been consuming you for the past few minutes.

“Screw you! I knew you wouldn’t have taken it seriously.” You cross your arms over your chest as you turn away from him. You felt stupid for sharing this with him, and now he has the audacity to laugh? Over something this personal?

“No, no, sweetheart, hey—,“ the pet name again does nothing to dull the burning under the skin of your cheeks. “I wasn’t teasing it’s just…,” he sighs heavily and shrugs his shoulders, “it’s a surprise, y’know?”

As much as you want to stay upset with him, you’re not sure your resolve can last that long. You attempt to maintain your defensive position and don’t dare soften the angry glare you’re shooting at him.

“Oh, don’t give me that look,” he starts, but you don’t budge. “C’mon, I’m sorry. I just wasn’t expecting it, s’all. Kinda hard to believe, honestly.” Your head perks up at the last sentence and you shoot him a look of pure disbelief.

“Yeah, well… you’re obviously the only one who thinks that,” you mumble, the self-deprecating words falling past your lips before you even register them. Frank sighs deeply and you notice the way his eyes are flickering all around your face, presumably trying to gauge how upset you are.

“It’s not like I want this,” you huff, deflating into the couch, “but now it’s like even if I want to try stuff, I don’t know what I’m doing.” You begin picking at your fingers as the insecurity grows with his silence. “It’s like everybody did the crash course in high school and they have experience. I don't even know where to start…” As you trail off, the silence becomes deafening and you find yourself missing his laughter because at least that was something.

“Aaaaand I said too much. Sorry, it’s just something that’s frustrated me for years and… yeah,” you decide it’s better to end the conversation than wait on a reply that won’t come.

“You didn’t say too much,” he finally speaks up, and the weight on your chest begins to dissipate. “Was lettin’ you get it all out,” he explains. He holds his chin between his thumb and index finger, grazing his jaw lightly and tilting his head as he thinks over your confession. You find yourself subconsciously holding your breath as you prepare for the worst possible response he could give you.

“Said you didn’t know where to start, right? Why don’t we start with something small, hmm? How about that beer?” Frank nods his head once in the direction of the abandoned bottle he had grabbed for you. You eye it hesitantly and think over the worst that could happen. Coming up with virtually nothing, you nod back to him, deciding it would be one small victory to deal with today.

As you wrap your fingers around the bottle, you raise your hand and turn to Frank. He mimics you, lifting his own in the air before clearing his throat.

“To…” he trails off, trying to come up with something as a cheer. His eyes drift off to somewhere else in the room, his lips parted as his eyebrows pull together. You can’t help the giggle that escapes you at his very serious thinking face. Not wanting him to hurt himself from racking his brain much longer, you speak up.

“To trying new things,” you say confidently, and the second the words leave your mouth you’re already regretting them. You physically wince at your word choice and now it’s Frank’s turn to stifle a laugh. “Yeah, that was pretty lame,” you admit to him. “Sounded better in my head.”

“Think it sounded perfect,” he replies before tilting his bottle towards you. You follow his lead as he brings the drink to his lips and you don’t think twice before tilting your own head back. The second the flavor hits your tongue you can feel your face scrunching up involuntarily. You bring the bottle away immediately and your lips purse at the taste in your mouth. Frank’s laughter rumbles out deep from his chest and you watch his Adam's apple bob as he swallows it down with no reaction.

“Attagirl, one thing down. That wasn't too hard now was it?” he speaks once he’s brought the glass bottle away from his mouth. Thankfully, the nasty beer is enough to distract you from reacting to his praise.

“You didn’t tell me it tasted like piss!” you exclaim, wiping your mouth off with the back of your hand.

“This is actually one of the good ones,” you watch as he takes another swig. “But you’re right, it’s not all that great,” he admits before licking his lips and looking at you.

Any residual awkwardness you felt only moments before has all but vanished and you feel comfort just being here with him. You smile softly to yourself as you brush your thumb along the curved glass of the neck of the bottle.

“Thank you for this,” you speak up, “it feels nice to get something crossed off the list.”

“Any time, kid,” his voice is raspy and you try to dissuade your stomach from doing flips at his tone.

The smile on your face grows wider in the silence, feeling a small amount of pride bubbling in your chest knowing that you tried something new. It doesn’t seem like such a big feat once you’ve climbed over the hill, but there’s always been that fear that keeps you paralyzed and unable to even attempt to move forward. You truly meant your words, you’re thankful that he gave you that little push.

“Y’know, I could help… with the list, I mean.” You’re almost certain you’ve never felt your heart beat quite this hard before. Frank waits until your eyes have locked with his before he speaks slowly, carefully chooses his words as he continues. “O-Only if you want, obviously. Just… said you wish you knew how to do it the first time, right? So it wouldn’t be such a big deal?” You hesitantly nod, still not wanting to assume what he’s proposing until he explicitly says it.

“Yeah, so I figured we could have you practice? Make sure you know what you’re doing before you get out there,” he ends his sentence with a shrug, as if it’s the most nonchalant offer.

“What?” you desperately try to ignore the way your words shake slightly. “Like you’d teach me?” You can’t even help the incredulous tone your words are soaked in. You can hardly even fathom the idea of Frank Castle being the one to show you the ropes, much less actually acting those things out with him.

“Yeah? If that’s alright?” He smiles gently and you feel your body beginning to relax some. “Just… I saw how much it meant to you and I wanna help,” he explains further, and you swear you’ve never seen sincerity like the way it’s shining in his warm, brown eyes.

You swallow thickly as you think over his proposition. It feels like this is some sort of dream; you’re waiting for your alarm to ring out as your vision slowly fades, waking up in your bedroom alone. But no amount of pinching your skin will rip you from this moment. It feels too good to be true, but it’s happening regardless. He’s waiting on an answer and it’s honestly the best offer you could think of being handed to you on a silver platter.

“And hey, you absolutely don’t have to say—”

“Yes,” you finally decide. You can’t even believe you said it.

“You sure?” he asks again, his eyes flickering between your own. You think it’s sweet how he tries to make sure you’re certain of your decision. You smile widely as you nod at him, the butterflies returning to your stomach once again.

“Also, we don’t, like, have to have sex… just so you know. I know that’s a lot, but I can help with the stuff leading up to it?” You grin and nod again and Frank laughs lightly at your response. “Just wanna make sure you’re comfortable with it.”

“I am! I’m just excited, sorry,” you fidget with the hem of your shirt in an attempt to channel all the newfound energy elsewhere. Frank’s chuckle grows louder and you wonder if you imagined the soft “cute” that was muttered under his breath.

“So…” he speaks up and you turn to face him completely. “How would you feel about crossin’ something else off the list?” You nod immediately as all the nervousness from before switches to excitement while it courses through you.

“Okay…” he laughs softly at your quick reaction. “Let’s see,” he pauses for a moment as he thinks before his eyes light up with an idea. “You ever been kissed?” You feel the familiar shyness creeping up again, but you choose to push it back down. Instead, you just softly shake your head and watch as he nods in understanding.

“You want to try it?” he asks, his lips curling into a smirk. You hum an agreement and watch as he moves a bit closer to you on the couch. Once again you’re waiting for the other shoe to drop, for this to be some sort of joke. But Frank only waits for you to take the initiative to close the space between the two of you.

Now that you’re facing each other on the couch, you can feel your heart pounding against your ribcage as you wait for him to make the first move. He smiles reassuringly before raising his hand and cradling the side of your neck. His thumb brushes your cheek as his long fingers curl around the back, holding you gently in place.

“You sure you want this?” he confirms. Again, you nod eagerly.

“I gotta hear you say it, sweetheart. That’s my rule,” he explains.

“Oh…” you whisper as you glance between his eyes and his lips, “yes.” You feel your heart swelling at the fact that he wants to make sure you truly want what he’s offering. His eyes are fixed on your mouth, muttering one last, “Okay,” before leaning forward.

The second his lips touch yours, you’re surprised at how soft they are. He’s gentle with his movements and softly sucks your lower lip between his own. It only takes a moment for you to kiss him back, careful to only mimic his actions and still let him lead. The kiss is warm and sweet and you feel the blood rushing through your cheeks and tingling down your neck. His thumb catches your bottom lip and pulls it down slowly, breaking the kiss. Frank breathes gently as he licks his lips, his eyes flickering between yours.

“How was that?” he asks, his breath fanning over your mouth as he speaks.

“It was good. I-I liked it,” you smile sheepishly, subconsciously pulling your bottom lip between your teeth to savor the feeling.

“Yeah?” he tilts his head as the question leaves his mouth, his eyes squinting as he glances from your eyes to your mouth. You once again nod before you even think to do it.

“Alright, now I wanna give you a real one.”

“A real one?” you pout and stare at him confusedly.

He only smirks before leaning forward again, pressing his lips to yours harder. This time, his palm guides your jaw to tilt your head back as he deepens the kiss. The stubble lining his jaw scratches at your cheeks, and the prickling has you melting under his touch. You try your best to keep up, but his scent feels like it’s truly suffocating you now; you can hardly kiss him back with how overwhelmed you are. The next thing you register is the wet heat of his tongue brushing along your bottom lip, slowly tracing the shape before he pushes it inside your mouth. His tongue glides against your own and there's a small moan that escapes from your throat.

All too soon his lips leave yours and you open your eyes at the loss of contact. Frank’s own eyes are still shut and you watch as he clenches his jaw, almost as if he’s holding himself back from something.

“Are you okay?” you ask gently, worried you messed up somehow.

“Yeah… just, that was the sweetest god damn thing I’ve heard.” His voice is so deep it sends a shiver down your spine. Out of all the times you’ve dreamt of having your first kiss, you never thought it would’ve been that good. And to think, an impulse decision to watch a movie with him led you to this plan to gain experience. You find yourself already missing the feeling of his tongue, of the scratch that his stubble gave when he deepened the kiss.

“Whatcha thinkin’ about?” he knocks your knee softly with his own, attempting to grab your attention. “You’re being too quiet.”

“I just, well, I wanna do it again,” you admit, looking away nervously. In one sudden motion Frank tugs you into his lap and you yelp as you wrap your arms around his neck. He laughs softly as he stares up at you but doesn’t waste a second before kissing you even quicker than before. There’s only a few chances you can take to catch your breath because he hardly breaks the kiss. You never thought someone as attractive as him would want to kiss you this much, but confidence rushes through your body as his affection continues.

Frank’s mouth begins to wander, his lips finding new space that had otherwise been untouched. The corner of your mouth, your chin, your jaw—he never stops kissing you until he gets to your throat. From there, his lips part and he begins sucking on your neck. A shaky gasp leaves you as his teeth make purchase on your skin, softly biting before brushing his tongue over the mark.

“Done two new things,” he mutters, his lips moving around the words but never leaving your body. “How’s it feel?”

“I really like this,” you say breathlessly as you feel his teeth gently graze the sensitive skin of your neck. He hums into your throat, the vibration setting your skin alight before you finish your thought, “You can keep the beer though.”

Frank’s chuckle gets caught in his throat, resulting in the cutest snort you’ve ever heard. He presses soft kisses along your collarbone and looks up at you with sweet, brown eyes.

“Sure, kid, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

#frank castle x reader #frank castle smut #frank castle fanfiction #frank castle fic #jon bernthal fanfiction #jon bernthal fic #the punisher fanfiction #the punisher fic #chelsea writes #I'M SO EXCITED GAH!

958 notes · View notes

stoned-eren · 5 months

Note

can i request eren acting a little crazy? like telling you he loves you so much he won't *ever* let you leave him in a serious tone but you think he's just messing around, being cute (totally unaware of how crazy he can be)

your work is really nice btw, i reallllly like how you write eren <3

a/n: hi hi! thank you so much for your patience, i absolutely loved writing this <3 anything with obsessive/unhinged eren has me at my mercy... and thank you for your kind words aaa im so happy you enjoy my writing! seriously, it means alot! content: pre-established relationship, yandere themes? (more like obsessive), fluff, one teeny tiny mention of death word count: 1.1k - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

intense, possessive, enthralling.

that’s the best way to describe eren’s love. he loves fully, he loves completely. he loves until there’s nothing left in his essence, until his bones are withered away, his eyes are dull and tired, and his heart no longer beats.

and he loves you. undeniably so.

eren makes it known to you, every second you two are together. whether that’s a small squeeze of your shoulders, or pressing his lips against your forehead, little acts of affection are thrown your way, very often.

and although he’s undoubtedly sweet with you, he’s colder to others. a bit more hostile. with a piercing toxicity in his voice, and a deeply seeded fire in his gaze, eren does whatever he can to ward off any “threats”.

but in eren’s eyes, everyone’s a threat. no one can be trusted. you’re just too sweet. too sweet for eren to let you out of his sight. too sweet for eren to ever let you go.

you’re such a good person to him. he cherishes that endlessly.

you’re so good. in eren’s eyes, your affection and care for him was something that had to be protected. at any cost.

anyone who dared to disrupt that, even slightly, would pay dearly.

after a particularly nasty week, eren felt himself getting irritable. anxious, even. a few men actually had the nerve to approach you. there was even one bastard that tried to ask you out on a date. all week, there were people staring at you, people talking to you, people flirting with you. in fact, the one filthy rat who asked you out even decided to touch you. just a simple hand on your shoulder, but it was enough.

it was enough to send eren into a state of fuming panic. endlessly, he replayed the scenarios from this week in his mind. whenever he thought back on it, punching the guy who touched you didn’t seem like enough of a punishment.

…what exactly were you doing to him? can’t you see how much he loves you, cares about you, wants to protect you?

was this your intentions? to leave eren scared, threatened, and so violently angry?

the feeling of uncertainty weighed on him, it ate away at him. you needed to be his. undoubtedly. forever.

as the two of you spent time at eren’s place, both of you attempting to relax in his room, he felt his restlessness and anxiety skyrocket.

you sit at the small desk in eren’s room while you halfheartedly tear apart an outrageously expensive piece of bread. eren is sitting a little way away from you, resting himself on the edge of his bed.

“-you know, i’ll never understand why that lady sells her bread for so much more than everybody else,” you say. “it’s not even that good.”

“mmh,” eren simply grunts out, his mind evidently not focused on the casual conversation at hand.

“…you feeling alright, ren?” you hum at him, looking at him from the corner of your eye. “is my bread talk boring you?”

“it’s not that,” eren responds. “i just…”

he goes silent for a moment.

the utterly obsessive feelings eren had, combined with the events from this week, made him slip. just a little.

“…i’m never going to let you go. ever. you’re mine…“ eren trails off. “you’ll always be mine. i know we’re meant to be together.”

“…oh? is that so?” you smile at him, a little giggle falling from your lips. “where is this coming from, hm?”

“i just don’t want to lose you,” eren says, his eyes locked onto you. “you matter to me, more than anything.”

you give him a cute smile, tilting your body so that you’re facing eren.

“aw, that’s sweet of you…” you say, evidently delighted by his words. “you’re important to me too eren.”

“i hope so,” eren murmurs. “…fuck. i’d do anything for you.”

“anything, huh?” you chirp up.

“anything,” eren breathes. “…i’d burn the world for you, you know.”

“well, i hope you don’t do that… i live there,” you say with a small laugh, trying to lighten the mood.

“i really mean it…” eren replies.

a deep sigh leaves eren’s lips before he continues his sentence. “there’s nothing i wouldn’t do for you. honestly, i feel like i could kill someone for you.”

“oh- let’s not go that far…” you trail off.

“i mean- i just... i can’t stop thinking about you… i can’t stop looking at you… fuck- you just really mean a lot to me. i don’t want you to ever leave me…”

he stares at the ground, his eyes locked onto the wooden floor.

“…i’m not going to leave you, ren… ever,” you softly reply, setting your torn bread down.

hastily getting up from your chair, you make your way over to eren. as you take a seat on his plush bed, eren’s attention drifts from the paneled floor to your beautiful irises. once he catches himself looking at you, it’s hard for him to look away. it feels impossible to look away.

eren mumbles. “i wouldn’t be able to handle it. i don’t think i could see you with another person, ever. god… like that guy from earlier. he pisses me off.”

“eren…” you sigh softly.

“fuck- what a piece of shit. no one should be flirting with you,” he spits out, clearly working himself up at this point. “only me. it should only be me. i don’t want anyone even looking at you in that way. just the thought alone makes me want to-“

“ah- i get it, i get it,” you say, taking his hands in yours.

a reassuring smile flashes across your face, trying to deescalate eren’s creeping anger. gently, you give his palms a squeeze. “like i said eren, nothing is going to happen. you’re all i want, all i need. please, don’t worry.”

the tension that was previously evident in eren’s hands starts to ease. the look on his face is calmer, more relaxed.

“god- i’m sorry. i just really love you,” eren breathes to you. “you’re too good to me…i don’t know how i deserve you.”

“oh, don’t say that,” you say, comfort coaxing your voice. “…i love you too, though. just try your best to remember that, okay?”

a slow nod comes from eren. you lean into him, nuzzling your nose into the crook of his neck. letting go of his hands, you trail your fingers up his forearms, your digits caressing his skin as you wrap your arms around him. your hug is soft and gentle, almost hesitant. there’s a fluttering in eren’s chest, a vibrancy quite literally making him glow as you embrace him.

eren lets a small smile crack through his lips. vulnerability is still undeniably scrawled on his expression. it always is. ultimately, he just wants more of you, more experiences of you, more time with you.

but for now, just hearing your sweet, songlike voice tell eren that you love him, is enough. just feeling your supple skin shyly brush against him, is enough.

everything about you, was enough.

#ask #anon #writing.exe #attack on titan #aot #shingeki no kyojin #snk #eren jeager #eren #eren yeager #eren jager #eren x you #eren x reader #eren x y/n #eren x reader fluff #aot fluff #yandere eren #obsessive eren

327 notes · View notes

drizztdohurtin · 1 month

Text

Rolan Headcanons: Fatherhood

pairing: Rolan x afab!reader (use of she/her pronouns)

〚 Masterlist | WIP List 〛

-MDNI-

Warnings:

fluff and angst

gonna tag my beloved Cherry again (@viennacherries) bc we've discussed so many of these headcanons privately and I want to throw her some credit for any of her ideas that have seeped into my brain and bled into this post <33

Suggested pre-reads: tiefling hcs | tiefling purring hcs | deciding to start a family with Rolan | pregnancy hcs

Fatherhood

even as a full-time member of Rolan nation, and a certified connoisseur of Rolan content - I still can't decide how many kids he would have

I can see him having only one - this, in my brain, is for very angsty reasons

I can also see him having two, and that is probably what I lean toward the most

and I can see him having three because I love the idea of him being overwhelmed by his 3 tiny little tiefling babies running around screeching and pulling each other's tails

I'm a 'Rolan's firstborn is a boy' truther (I have spent hundreds of hours thinking about this)

I'll still use gender-neutral terms for this post in case anyone disagrees

BUT !! I need you to hear me out... I really like writing him as having a boy first because it gives me an opportunity to give him this little character arc

please check out this post about 'Rolan's first day as a dad' that I initially wrote for this post but then it got too long and turned into a blurb so I posted it separately

so while I think that Rolan would react the same whether he had a boy or girl (seeing them as perfect and making him realize that what he sees as perfection, his parents saw as abandonable), I particularly like the idea of his first being a boy because his son would be a perfect reflection of himself when he was a baby

then he'd be seeing exactly what his parents saw when they abandoned him

his love for his son helps him find more love for himself - helps him find more healing from his childhood

becoming a father is what would finally make him realize that the issue was never with him, it was always with his birth parents - no matter how many times anyone up to this point had told him so

he'd also realize that 90% of the intense anxiety he felt about becoming a father during your pregnancy was just a reflection of how much he cared for his baby, and how badly he wanted to do good by both of you

he realized he had been convinced that he was defective - convinced he inherited some gene that would make him a horrible parent

the accumulation of all of these feelings and realizations would overwhelm him a bit at first, and he'd think about it a lot in his moments alone

but being around his baby always made him feel better and like nothing else mattered

He LOVES holding his baby, he is incredibly physically affectionate with them

He is always giving them kisses or gently tracing their features with his thumbs, rubbing/patting their backs, or smoothing down their hair, literally anything

He loves placing gentle kisses on the spot on their forehead between their horns (or where their horns would come in)

He also sometimes rubs his nose against theirs affectionately or softly leans his cheek against their head while he's holding them

He's also fucking obsessed with how his baby smells (as are most parents), so he can be seen smelling the top of their head multiple times per day

Gets cuteness aggression (internally) often, especially when he's holding them close to his chest and he can smell them and they're making the cutest little noises and have his clothing balled up in their tiny little baby fists and he just is like kfdfshfasdfdffffff fuck this is the most perfect thing on the planet

Rolan would carry the baby around constantly if you let him

he'd get those body wraps that allow him to him the baby hands-free so that he can go about his work in the tower but also have his baby with him at all times

honestly, he'd get a few of them so that he always had one to match whatever robes he was wearing that day

yes it's hands-free but he'd still almost always have a comforting hand rubbing or patting his baby's back - ducking down to place kisses on their head idly as he read through books or mail

Rolan always had a habit of talking to himself while he's trying to mull things over in his office - and now that he has a baby he'll occasionally be met with a babbling response

like imagine him alone in his office reading over a paper, thinking about it out loud as he paces, gently bounces the baby on his chest, until he hears little babbling sounds - and he says some shit like, "Ah, yes, good point."

he won't make a sound if his baby's sleeping, though, and he'd speak in a gentle whisper if anyone came into the room to talk to him

He'd also read everything out loud when they're awake

and they always look at him with the utmost intrigue, their little yellow eyes wide and glimmering, their mouth hanging open slightly

he's just one of those parents who's always talking to their child - knowing how stimulating it is for babies, even when they don't know what you're saying

for example, he'll read books and papers out loud to them, and whenever he notices them watching his actions he'll explain what he's doing, especially if he's cooking

While his baby is still a baby, he takes time to refine the skills he learned when he was young and had to care for Cal and Lia - revising his healing spells and ensuring he still remembered how to mend tears in clothing

Rolan is a very anxious and protective father, only trusting a select few to touch/hold them or care for them when he's not there

although he tries to protect them from everything he possibly can, some things are unavoidable

He dreaded the day his child's horns would start coming in and once it finally started, it was the most difficult week of his life

most of the days were hell, his baby so uncomfortable that all they could do was scream and cry - and Rolan was there every second of it

in the worst moments, all he could do was hold them close and focus on providing the rumbling at the top of his chest that normally worked so well to comfort them

sometimes he'd cry with them, his chest tightening at seeing his poor infant trembling through their sobs, clutching the fabric of his clothes tightly in their fists

he did everything he could think of to try to relieve his child's pain - he'd hold an ice pack to their head, he'd attempt to get them to eat, and he'd try healing spells even though they don't really work that way

he had to sit with the guilt of not being able to help his little love as their cries pleaded for him to make it all stop

the child wasn't only in pain, they were also exhausted from crying and from a lack of sleep - which really only made it all worse, like a never-ending cycle

there was only one day he barely had to worry about it, the discomfort finally giving his child a break - allowing them to rest comfortably and smile and laugh throughout the day

and once it was all over, he can't remember the last time he felt such relief

raising his kid in the tower turns out to be the most stress-inducing thing ever, and strongly considers buying a house for you all to live in instead

Rolan's protectiveness and general anxiety over his child would start to manifest as strictness once his firstborn was a bit older

he'd be quite stern with them, and he doesn't really mean to be - he's just so concerned about his child's safety

He's literally so scared of something happening to them their entire life - but at least when they're a baby he can actually protect them

But he knows he has to give his child freedom as they grow, and that's when the paternal worry really sinks its claws into him

He wouldn't be strict in a way that pushes his child away from him, though

he'd always make sure to tell and show his kids how much he loves them - he could never be a dad who refuses to show any emotion to his kids

Because of that, he'd actually do a really good job of building enough trust with his child to the point where they can go to him for anything

His kid(s) know they can go to him with anything, and he won't punish them for telling the truth

Lowkey one of those parents that's like "You're not allowed to drink under the legal age but if you're going to do it, do it at home"

"I'm not saying that it's okay to do, I'm just saying if you're going to do something stupid, then at least do your mother and I a favor and do it as safely as you can."

Rolan loves being a father so much

and despite how actually insane toddlers are, that stage of life is probably his favorite when it comes to his kid(s) because it's the only stage where they have both the perks of babies and slightly older children

They can finally understand and use language, they have their own preferences and opinions, and they can run around and play, like older kids

But they're still small, and they need more sleep than older kids, and they still drink milk and need to be rocked to sleep, like babies

It probably also helps that he is incredibly patient with his kids, rarely ever losing his composure with them

His favorite nights are when he puts his toddler to bed - when he gets to put them in their soft little onesie and talk to them about their day before he reads them to sleep in his arms

But this is a toddler we're talking about, and they get crazy sometimes, especially before bed

there's one night when his child still had pent-up energy from the day, and Rolan knew it would be hard to get them to go to bed willingly

When he brought his child into their room, shut the door, and set them down, they immediately started running around and trying to play with toys

Rolan tried his best to get his wriggly toddler to sit still so that he could get them out of their day clothes, change their diaper, and put on their pj's

he got as far as putting on a clean diaper before his child wiggled out of his hands and started running around

he was often able to reason with his child, but on this particular night, despite his best efforts, it did not work

he stood up, staring at his tiny little tiefling where they stood on the other side of the room with the goofiest smiles on their face

his often serious face cracked a smile before he ran towards his baby with arms outstretched, pretending he was going to catch them

his child shrieked with laughter, beginning to sprint around the room, avoiding their father's outstretched arms

Rolan chased them around like that for minutes, utterly in love with the loud, mischievous chortles erupting from his baby until, eventually, they let him catch them

with a playful roar, Rolan would hoist his baby up in the air above his head as he made his way back over to the changing station

He lowered his child with a bunch of wild, sloppy kisses to their cheeks as he lowered them to lay down, before deciding to get one last laugh out of them

he'd duck his head and start blowing raspberries onto their big ol' baby belly, gently tickling their sides with his fingers - laughing along with his child's loud, gurgly shrieks of joy

He would always remember how hard they laughed that night, along with the pure joy that had been plastered on his baby's face the whole night

#my writing #my hcs #baby boy #rolan #holy rolan empire #headcanons #x reader #bg3 #brainrot #fluff #angst #papa rolan #rolan posting

109 notes · View notes

fangirlies · 1 year

Text

on a high - (a.p)

Pairing: ajax petropolus x fem!reader

Request: what do you think abt reader confessing her feelings to him and theyre reciprocated!

Warnings: drugs. a little groping. best friends to lovers. (Please let me know if I should be aware of anything else!)

A.N: it’s been a while fangirlies! this one wasn’t planned at all (hence why it’s not on my updates) it goes to show how much my brain loves to focus on many things at once. Anyway, enjoy this ajax fluff.

“This was such a bad idea”

“Will you shut up and stop being a wimp for once,”

Ajax took a look around the deserted, dark library. He was obviously becoming paranoid after the joint you two had smoked. He was aware that the repercussions would be severe if the two of you were found in here high and after curfew. On the other end, it was as if you were on cloud nine. You were pleased that your cunning plan to lure Ajax out of his dorm room was successful. That said, your friendship with ajax simply thrived for that very reason. He was always being pushed out of his comfort zone by you; sometimes it required a bit more effort than anticipated, but the experiences you two shared were unquestionably worthwhile. In exchange, he would provide the tiny ziplock bags with weed that would make your adventures even more enjoyable.

“Isn't this nice, Jax? A quiet library all to ourselves where no one can disturb us?” Your hands extended out as you twirled in the space free of tables and bookshelves.

Your best friend laughed at your movements, "Sounds like you're trying to seduce me." He moved toward your spinning body, his anxieties visibly fading.

“Is it working?” You teased, coming to a stop in front of him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as you gazed into his warm brown eyes.

It sent chills down your back when Ajax whispered, "Maybe." The two of you frequently made jokes and flirtatious remarks were tossed either way. This one, though, felt different.

The two of you locked eyes for a split second, trying frantically to read the situation. Fearing that taking the action both of you were itching to scratch would damage a friendship that had developed over the years. But as soon as he shifted his attention to your lips, you took a chance that you hoped you wouldn't have to pay for when you sobered up and pressed your lips onto his. You could tell that he was afraid to take it too far when his hands settled on your lower back. His snakes were heard hissing under his beanie as you two shared a slow and passionate kiss. It seemed as though he had been longing to taste you for a while but never gathered the confidence. Both of your tongues were circling about in each other's mouths before you gained the courage to pull away from his kiss, which was only getting more intense by the second. You couldn't look at him, your forehead resting on his chest as if you were afraid to do so.

“Jax. . .” You spoke, trying to steady your breathing.

He was only able to reply with a low "hmm." He was once more filled with anxiety as he awaited your upcoming words.

Your eyes were now meeting his, and you wish you could read his thoughts right now. "I want you to be more than just my best friend," you say. It had been a couple of years of feeling this way but you were afraid that if your feelings weren’t reciprocated, your friendship wouldn’t be the same.

Each second that he didn’t answer felt like an eternity. You could start to feel your heart drop down to your stomach as he scanned your face and a small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“Are you just saying that because you want free weed?”

You scoffed before you burst out laughing.

“Maybe,”

Your back pockets were reached for by Ajax as he rolled his eyes at your response and drew you closer to his chest. It caught you off guard because he's never caressed your ass before.

"That's a bold move," he said as he leaned down to place a sweet peck on your lips—snakes dancing around his beanie in pure bliss at this point—"and just so you know, I was kinda hoping you'd say that."

A.N: feedback always welcomed! it’s my first time writing for jax, so be nice.

For the bestie that sent in this request— I hope it was more or less what you had in mind! thank you for requesting 🤍🦋🪴🧚🏼‍♀️

requests are closed at the moment however— inbox is always open! Share your thoughts! Talk to me! Get something off your mind! ✨

#wednesday netflix #wednesday #ajax petropolus #ajax x reader #ajax fluff #ajax petropolus x reader #ajax petropolus x you #wednesday characters x reader #fangirlieswriting

396 notes · View notes

galebrainrot2024 · 2 months

Text

GalexTav Enemies to Lovers Pt. 26

Summary: Wyll and Karlach give Gale a pep-talk before he reveals the truth to Tav and a special guest shows up to camp. Gale reveals the truth to Tav about their time together at Blackstaff. WARNING: Extreme angst ahead. This made my heart hurt and was hard to write. Hope I did the event justice. Thanks @meglet1 for encouraging K to rough up Astarion a bit haha Word Ct: 15k

Part 25 | Master List | Read on Ao3

Gale felt each pair of eyes hone in on him as he stepped from the coolness of his tent to the scorching light of day. He was hot, too hot and sweat pooled in unmentionable places. He rubbed his palms against his robes, “Let’s get this over with, shall we?” Gale said this to no one in particular - perhaps scratch, who wagged his tail merrily and none the wiser.

Tav was on the other side of the encampment and Gale wondered if he had to tell her at all. Despite the intensity of Wyll and Halsin’s gaze, he felt nausea creep in his throat and hurried back into his tent.

“How foolish you must look!” Gale seethed, pacing and biting the side of his finger before brushing it across his lips. He groaned and covered his face. “Get out with it, then, go out and face her - this is the cowards way, you know.”

“You most certainly are right.”

“FOR THE LOVE OF THE -“

“That is no way to greet a friend.” Tara sat idly, swiping a paw over her ear before bringing it back to her mouth to run her sandpaper tongue across it.

“Tara! What are you doing here? How long have you been here?” His voice rose with both excitement and frustration. “It is far too dangerous for you to be out here, of all places! How didd you surpass the shadowed curse?”

“Never you mind all that,” she said sternly, “I came to see how you were fairing - your mother and I have been worried sick. You vanished, without so much as a magic mouth spell to speak of your whereabouts.”

Gale barked a laugh and rose his brows, shaking his head. “Tara.” He knelt, groaning as his knees faltered and brought a hand beneath her chin to scratch. “You have no idea how glad I am to see you.”

“Hm,” she let out a satisfied purr, leaning into Gale’s touch. “No one get’s the particulars quite like you, Mr. Dekarios.” She let out a pitiful yawn and whine as she stretched, extending her body in downward dog. “We have a great deal of catching up to do. Before we do, for the love of all that's dear, shave. Then you can fill me in on what I've missed.”

“The day I shave this beard, Tara, is the day I shave you,” he said, pointing a finger to her in jest. His heart swelled with gratitude for her, despite her nagging - she had been a loyal friend for countless years. He was glad to have her here, now, before he had to go through with this. “I am so very glad you’re here.”

Crunch.

Gale snapped his neck, his eyes narrowing as errant sounds drifted from outside the tent. He rose to greet the frantic, inaudible whispering and opened the flap. Karlach and Wyll turned quickly, false grins plastered on their faces. “Oh, hey-ya!” Karlach said in a too-sing-songy voce. Gale sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Doing all right, Gale?”

“Oh, you know, still alive and kicking despite being surrounded on all sides by an endless manifestation of darkness and decay, coupled with the severe anxiety of revealing the truth to Tav. I’m alright, I assure you.”

Wyll snorted and shrugged. “I’m not sure who you’re trying to fool, it won’t be either of us Gale. I watched you try to come out of this tent a dozen times today to talk to her, and each time you snuck back in.” Gale flushed, embarrassed.

“More observant than I gave you credit for.” Gale mumbled.

“Can we come in? The rest are out getting firewood and supplies. We can even go on a walk if you’d like?”

Gale sighed, and gestured for them both to come in. As Karlach stepped through the threshold her squeal sent Tara’s haunches bristling and she lowered her body to the ground like a pancake. “Easy, Tara.” Gale chuckled, brushing a hand over Tara’s head. “Karlach, Wyll, meet Tara.”

“Oh, what a cute cat! I never had a cat as a kid!” At this, Tara hissed and Karlach held up her hands. “I meant no offense, sorry pretty kitty.”

“I am not a cat.” Tara said through gritted teeth and hopped up onto Gale’s bed, rolling into a delicate ball. Tressyum’s typically weren’t afforded speech, but the vocal charm was simple enough.

Gale smiled bashfully and rubbed the back of his neck, looking at Karlach, “She’s a Tressyum. I assume you’re not familiar with them, based on your reaction. Tara could manage to show you a bit more courtesy though..” Gale shot Tara a withering look and Tara yawned in response, stretching out a paw.

“Perhaps if you had told your companions about me they wouldn’t have been confused, Mr. Dekarios.” Gale groaned and rolled his eyes.

“Oh, it’s alright,” Karlach said, falling back into the chaise with her arms crossed behind her head. “Man, I forget how nice it is to spend time in here. So roomy and fancy, it makes me feel like a proper princess.”

“Quite the set up you’ve mustered for yourself, Gale,” Wyll said, fingering the lace cloth that dawned the circular table. “I almost feel at home.” There was a reverence to his voice, a somberness Gale couldn’t place. He wondered if it made Wyll think of everything he had lost.

Gale rested a hand on Wyll’s shoulder and gestured for him to sit. “Please, make yourself comfortable. I imagine you both have a bit to say. Can I offer either of you some coffee, tea?”

Karlach snickered, “Almost have a proper bed and breakfast going!” She teased. “Hey!” She shot upright, “What if, after we get out of this, we open a B&B? Waterdeep, Baldur’s Gate, anywhere…” she sighed as she drifted into daydream. “Right, what were we talking about?”

“Such… interesting companions.” Tara said, nestling deeper into the comforter. “What is all the fuss about, Mr. Dekarios?”

Gale sighed, recounting the story to her. Tara needed little reminding of Gale and Tav’s shared past. “You mean to say the same girl from Blackstaff is the same person who pulled you from the portal? Mr. Dekarios, you must tell her.”

“I know,” Gale hissed, rubbing his temples and sighed. “I know.”

“You can do this, mate.” Karlach chimed in, and extended her hand for Tara to sniff. Tara looked at the hand with disinterest, giving one sniff before turning away. “It wasn’t right for Astarion to stir the pot - he has no idea what he’s talking about and, I hope you don’t mind, I roughed him up a bit to remind him it wasn’t his business.”

“You what?” Gale felt the color drain from his face. This would certainly make things worse.

“Not physically, I mean I gave him a little nudge that he complained about but when we were out earlier I pulled him aside and gave him a what for. Told him it was disrespectful and tactless what he did earlier, and if he wants to stir up drama he has no business being a part of, he can go hand out with Mizora and Zariel in the hells. Those two really have a knack for it.” Karlach smirked, pleased with herself. “It wasn’t his secret to share. No one messes with my mates. Even if you’re one of my mates that’s doing the messing.” Less threatening than he assumed. Perhaps Karlach improved his chances of success.

“I told him I was going to keep my good eye on him.” Wyll said, grinning. “I don't know if our pale rogue has anything good in his heart, or even a scrap of it left for anyone. His heart seems cold as ice and it’s a shame he is trying to make you slip and get hurt. Perhaps I am judging him too harshly.”

Gale snorted, “Unlikely.”

“Hey now, it’s not our place to judge any book by its cover, or the first few pages.” Karlach insisted. “This isn’t about Astarion, not really. He just happens to be a well-placed pressure point. You were always going to need to tell her. Talk to her, Gale. And leave out hypotheticals.”

“Talking. Right. I’m good at that.” Gale felt his body shake, trepidation and sickness coursing through every cell. Then, the sound of voices.

“No time like the present,” Karlach said, slapping his back and stood, her and Wyll taking their leave. Gale followed.

As soon as they stepped out, Gale felt his body seize and try to escape. He felt heat rise to his face and wanted to turn and retreat. He froze and Wyll gave him a gentle push forward. “You can do this, Gale.” Karlach nodded enthusiastically and pumped her fist.

If only Gale believed it. The others began filtering back and he steadied himself, inhaling and rolled his shoulders back, his chest puffed. “You are a strong, capable wizard. You are sharing a truth, an ugly truth and a truth nonetheless.”

He made his way towards the others and their idle chattered died as soon as he was within earshot. The walk was awkward to say the least, the eyes of his companions studying him as he kept his eyes locked on Tav. Her expression was enough to make him ill.

“Can I have a word?” He said, extending a hand to Tav and ushering her to follow.

Although she denied his hand, she nodded. “Lead the way.”

They walked to the edge of Last Light, the rocky waters lapping against the dark shore. The air between them was suffocating. Agitation radiated from Gale like necrosis and he could almost taste Tav’s unease and confusion. “Well?” She managed, stopping and crossed her arms. “I think we’re far enough away. Out with it.” Despite her attempt to be formidable, her voice trembled.

Gale bit the inside of his cheeks so hard he tasted blood and he shut his eyes. The sound of his heart drowned out thought, and he felt outside of time and space itself. When he spoke, his voice was strained: “I hardly know where to begin. I’ve spent countless hours imagining this very conversation and now that we’re here…”

“Gale.”

“Alright, alright.” He held up his hands and gazed at her. He memorized her expression, taking in how the light hit her features, how the fire tangled across her hair. Her eyes were full of tenderness, despite it all. He knew that wouldn’t be the case for long and the tidal wave of emotion broke upon his shores. “I… wanted to take a moment, to take you in.. I’m afraid I’m just about to remedy any fondness you might have of me.” He sighed, running his fingers through his hair and pulled. “Oh, I have played this conversation over a thousand times and I still feel woefully unprepared.”

“Please,” her voice was a plea, her arms fell to her sides and she looked helpless. Gale wanted nothing more than to hold her, to brush his fingers across her skin and tell her how much he loved her.

He swallowed and began, “You remember our final presentations at Blackstaff?”

She nodded even though her brow furrowed. “What of them?”

Gale felt his heart shatter as he held her gaze, trying to convey the magnitude of his regret and desperation for atonement. His breath came in uneven, ragged gulps. “I….” He cleared his throat, “I may have had something to do with how your presentation transpired.” Gale wished he hadn’t been looking at her now as he watched countless emotions pass over her face before settling into a furious disbelief.

“What are you saying?” Her voice was more taut than freshly tuned lute string.

“I’m saying that I…” there was a pregnant pause before the words quietly slipped from his lips, “sabotaged your presentation.”

A strange hiccup escaped her. “That’s not possible…” Gale watched color drain from her face, her body crumpling in on itself. Her hand flew to her forehead and she leaned against the rocks. “What do you mean.. Gale, what did you do?”

The words flew from his mouth in a flurry, projectiles of shame. “I am the reason no wizard in the realms would touch you. I… managed to get my hands on a sussur flower and I slipped it into your pack and the water I spilled on you… well… it was wizard’s bane. A… backup plan. I just… we had been so competitive, no one else was nearly as capable as you and I felt so… enamored and threatened at the same time. You garnered so much favor and acclaim, so much attention from Mystra and I… I was a jealous, selfish child who had no concept of consequences or the pain I could inflict. I didn’t think your entire presentation would crumble so horribly, I thought you’d have been clever enough to foil my plan, I thought...” The rest caught in his throat when he realized Tav’s face streaked with tears. He fell before her on his knees, trying to take her hands in his and she pulled them back viciously. “Tav, please, I only wanted to-“

“Don’t touch me,” she said, moving away from him. Gale felt his body seize, icing over as her expression darkened. She began to laugh abruptly, almost maniacally. “I should have known… I should have known better… this whole time…” she shook her head and glared at Gale, her tone laced with loathing. “Were you hoping to sleep with me first before you had to say anything? Humiliate me further?”

“What? No! Of course not-“ Gale began, scrambling to stand and she pushed him back. The gesture startled him. “Please.. I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness, and I would never have done…”

He was interrupted by her derisive laugh that snaked through his veins like wyvern toxin. “Forgive you?” Tav scoffed and her body shook. Gale was enveloped by the waves of derision undulating from her. “I hate you.” She hissed, pushing against his chest. “I fucking hate you.”

“Tav, please…” His breath wouldn’t come, tears began to pool in his eyes and his chest was gripped with fear. He had imagined she would react poorly, but… it felt as if an anvil had been dropped on him, as if he were being suffocated by a pile of boulders. The emotions that swept through him were unbearable, unlike anything he remembered. It was worse than the looming threat of the orb, worse than Mystra’s disdain.

Gale wasn’t prepared for her hatred. In all the scenarios he played in his mind, he avoided acknowledging the worst possible truth. He had hoped, perhaps naively, she would understand. That the fondness that brewed between them would be enough to soften the weight of betrayal. It was not so. She shook her head, and began to flee towards camp. “Wait!” He called despaired, tried to follow but she was too fast and he was woefully out of shape.

He collapsed to the ground, vicious sobs crucifying him. The noises were guttural, feral - he was a dying animal, wounded beyond repair, determined to meet his dark fate alone. He couldn’t breathe. As he gasped for air, Gale clutched his chest he tried to ground himself to no avail. He was drowning.

It’s what you deserve…what did you expect to happen?

His vision blurred and he drifted out of himself, feeling his mind slip away - a protective measure. He felt warm, stable hands grip him and lift him as if he were weightless. “Karlach?” He croaked, his throat dry and raspy and he clung to her like a child seeking refuge.

“I’ve got you, soldier.” Her voice was kind, gentle. “Let’s get you back.”

38 notes · View notes

iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia · 5 months

Note

Hello, my dear friend! 😎

I hope you're having a wonderful day. I've come to fulfill my noble quest, as promised.

So, we've already had pregnant MC, which I adore and cherish, like all your works. What you do is amazing, and I hope you know that. You bring the kind of joy into our lives that I think does wonders for our weary souls. On top of that, you're one of the kindest souls I've ever met, and I'm lucky to have you in my life and be able to call you my friend. Seriously, you're a miracle and you make the world a better place.

But to my actual request. Could you please do headcanons about the M6 being pregnant? Seahorse dads are very much encouraged 👀 I often think about having children with Nadia, but I don't really like the idea of being pregnant myself (although our dear Countess does make me want to consider it every once in a while. The baby fever is very strong with her.) Plus, I'm certain there are other people like myself who prefer not to get pregnant or they simply can't for various reasons.

Thank you! Hugs to you and much love 🤗❤

Ps.: I'll kiss you if you do it (in a friendly but still very gay way)

The Arcana HCs: When M6 get pregnant

@theintrovertbean I'm here to collect my platonic but still very gay smooch, please :3 (In all seriousness though, I keep rereading your kind words and trying not to cry, that means so much to me. I'm so glad I get to call you my friend too!!)

-- CW for mpreg (obviously). for headcanon purposes, all members of the M6 want to have a child with MC and are happy with being the partner to be pregnant. whether this happens by natural means, depending on what reproductive system you headcanon them as having, or by *magic*, said baby is 50% your DNA and 50% theirs. --

Julian

Did the two of you take active steps to make it possible for him to carry your child? Yes. Did he think he would be fortunate enough for it work? No. Is he surprised now, even though it's planned? Yes

The most freaked out about what his body is in the process of doing. Again, this is something he agreed to and genuinely wants, but it's just so surreal to him that he keeps needing to rationalize it

His way of rationalizing things is to study them

This does not help his ever-present anxiety, especially when he has to limit his caffeine intake and his mood swings are even more intense than normal. He is going to bury himself in research

And then completely freak himself out with the assorted random weird facts, unhinged medical theories, and pregnancy horror stories that he encounters. Which isn't good for the baby

Speaking of, he keeps swinging wildly between being hyperaware of the tiny creature he's growing and completely forgetting about his state. Suddenly his self-care directly impacts someone else

Spending nine months with limited caffeine intake and 0 alcohol was actually very good for him. (even if it made him cranky at first)

The overall process was fairly smooth for him - he didn't have a lot of awful symptoms, and the only health scares were his own anxious "what if" spirals after reading horror stories before bed

Kept working the whole way through (though with considerably fewer hours so he could get more sleep), and generally did a great job whenever he wasn't thinking too hard about it all

Asra

They never actively envisioned this happening in their future, but when you brought up having kids in the first place they were already fairly open to the idea of being the one to carry the baby

There was definitely magic involved in the conception. He's too extra for there not to be (plus, a little boost never hurt anybody)

For such a normally chillaxed person, they did not take this decision lightly. Everything from planning, to conception, to preparing to raise a kid is full of intentionality

He wants to ensure that his kid gets a childhood that lasts as long as they need it to and a happy, safe environment to grow and explore. His baby fever wasn't intense but his nesting habits are

They get in several last crazy adventures before they start to feel the pregnancy and then spend the rest of it either sleeping, getting the baby's space ready, or eating the most unreal food combos

Seriously, you expected weird cravings, but considering how unusual his tastes already are you didn't think it could get much weirder. It can get so, so much weirder (he even managed to finally pry open that jar of kool-aid pickled garlic and put it in custard)

Between their parent's enthusiastic support and Nadia and Julian providing full medical backup, they are well looked after

Not to mention the pregnancy glow. He makes it look ethereal

They aren't fond of physical discomfort, though, and it makes them unusually broody and cuddly. Please give them snuggles

They spend weeks creating the most whimsical nursery

Nadia

She was actually the one to bring it up when she started talking about her expectations of marriage with you after proposing

For how strained her own relationship with her family is, she's more excited about starting one of her own with you than you expected. When you tell her that you want kids too, she's all for it

Sets a rule as soon as she tells her family that she won't be accepting more than two visitors at a time. Namar nearly revolts

Her pregnancy was not easy, at all. It was months before she could keep a full meal down, she was in near constant pain, and the fatigue was unrelenting. And she never let on in public, at all

Seriously, the only people who knew how hard it was were her close friends, trusted Palace people, and doctor. From the outside it was as if she couldn't feel it at all and life carried on as usual

The biggest noticeable difference (aside from her growing bump, which she somehow managed to make her draping clothes look even more regal with) was having Portia deliver speeches for her

Towards the final few months, it caught up to her enough that she couldn't be nearly as active as she used to. She turned one of her side chambers into her office and took all her meetings there

It also became evident how much the Palace staff loves their countess - the cooks worked tirelessly to find easy meals for her (and satiate every craving beyond the laws of culinary art)

Not to mention that the garden was immaculately kept

The amount of gifts for the baby took up several small closets

Muriel

He didn't bring it up. No, you brought it up, because of how out of hand his baby fever was getting. He'd gone from begrudgingly letting kids climb on him to actively offering to help watch them

Which turned into a lifestyle - he started spending all his free time carving toys so he could carry them in his pocket in case some shy toddler looked like they wanted one. You're running out of firewood

He offered to be the one to carry the baby, if you didn't want to

The psychological aspect of it is much harder for him than the physical. He knows his own body, he knows his strength and capacity for survival, and he's comfortable with what he's doing

But that is a whole other person-to-be he's growing, they deserve the best they can get, and he's not convinced he's the best

Is this ... selfish of him? Is this greedy? He knows he'll put everything he is into being a good parent, but what if someone else's best is better than his? MC, what are we doing??

These anxiety spirals happen frequently, either when he's gone too long sitting by himself or when the pregnancy insomnia makes it impossible for him to sleep the amount he normally likes to

On the plus side, the mood swings actually make it easier for him to express what he's feeling (and for you to know what's going on with him) so that you two can navigate it together

Asra is so excited to have a nibling that they stop by almost every day with baby gifts (and supplies from Nadia, once she knows)

He full body freezes every. single. time the baby moves

Portia

Oh, she's wanted to have a house full of kids since she was a kid in a house full of kids. She brought this up with you as soon as she started talking about a future together and she is so pumped

Literally nothing about the concept of it fazes her. She's helped with plenty of pregnancies and births, she's seen the good, the bad, and the ugly, and she is fully confident with you by her side

In her mind, this is the first of many (assuming all goes well, which she fully believes it will) so this is her chance to take things as they come and note them down for future reference

Keeps a daily journal with all her pregnancy observations, plus doctor's notes from weekly check-ups and plans for the baby

You didn't know pregnancy could make somebody more powerful but somehow she's done it. You expect it to catch up to her at some point and for her to take time off to rest, but she doesn't

The pregnancy glow is real and it is named Portia Devorak. You've never seen her hair so bouncy and full (shedding increases x10)

The biggest downside is that she can't stand the smell of cooking or baking anymore, which has long been one of her comfort activities. You'll have to manage meal prep (or partner with a chef)

Speaking of, half the Palace is asking for updates on a daily basis (which she happily provides). Nadia's showering her with more supplies and maternity leave than Portia wants to accept

Julian panicked about being the doctor until Mazelinka shoved him aside and took over as midwife. Portia's in skilled hands

Lucio

This was not planned. This was a happy accident. (Though Bob Ross never painted such a surprised, panicked, violent tree)

Whether because protection didn't work, or because Lucio saw a glowing orb in a weird dream and decided to mess with it while he was sleeping next to you, neither of you were remotely prepared

It doesn't really compute for him at first. The growing thing in his stomach is about as real as the tooth fairy - it's a concept that people tell him about before he goes back to daily life

It's a concept he's fiercely protective of and wants the best for

On a practical planning level, you two take advantage of his relatively easy first few months to take on a bunch of high paying jobs and revisit villages that seemed like a good spot to stay in

He's almost symptom-free until the bump really starts growing and his body starts adjusting for the extra weight. Thankfully by then you've found a place to settle down and reliable income

Lucio, understandably, becomes a complete diva once you do

He's pretty darn proud of what his body is doing, and he's relieved beyond words that he's having an easier time than what his mother described, but he does not like the way he looks

Or the aches and pains, or the breathlessness, or the way his whole body feels swollen and sore. (at least his hair looks nice)

You've never had such a hard time keeping him to his intended budget. He sees one (1) baby item and his wallet flies open

His sweet tooth gets 1000 times bigger than it already is

#ask arcana brainrot #the arcana #the arcana headcanons #the arcana hc #the arcana game #asra the arcana #julian the arcana #nadia the arcana #muriel the arcana #portia the arcana #lucio the arcana #asra alnazar #julian devorak #nadia satrinava #muriel of the kokhuri #portia devorak #lucio morgasson

87 notes · View notes

turbulentscrawl · 5 months

Text

More Naib HCs: SFW & NS/FW

Some relationship hcs for my second favorite man (tied with Luca eheh).

I've got a short work week because of Thanksgiving, but I'll actually be spending the holiday alone. So, I'd love to get some more requests and matchups to keep me busy! I'll write for all IDV characters (even if I don't have anything posted for them yet!)

Enjoy! <3

Naib Subedar

SFW

-Naib is the type of person who sees the appeal in several different personality types, so he’s capable of falling for all sorts. That said, he subconsciously suppresses his romantic interest until the other person makes theirs clear. His line of work scares a lot of people off, so he prefers to play it safe rather than waste his time or risk making someone nervous. As soon as you make a move, though? Naib Suave-edar has entered the chat. I'm sorry I couldn't resist that joke.

-He also intimidates a lot of people with his sheer intensity. Naib has a strong, goal-oriented personality and he doesn’t shy away from things that are ‘embarrassing’. He speaks plainly about his feelings and intentions with you; you’ll never be left wondering where you stand with him.

-He’s so casual about compliments? He could be telling you a story about some place he visited and just drop the most heart-throbby lines. “Before I knew it the sun was coming up, and it was the same gold color that’s in your eyes, and this heron flew up—" And he just moves on like you shouldn’t wanna smother his face with your lips???

-VERY protective of his partner. Not possessive, to be clear. He’s just traumatized a worrywart. In this modern world, he’d want you to always share your location with him, and message him whenever you leave or arrive somewhere. Also, you’d better put him on your emergency contact lists. He wants to get to you ASAP if something happens. This all can be as sweet as it is frustrating, and it will be a long-term struggle in your relationship if you don’t like it. He’d secretly appreciate it if you reciprocated the concern, too. If you ever ask him to do any of the above, he’ll do it without complaint.

-Aside from being afraid of your spontaneous death, he’s fine if you two have to be separated for a while. You’re going on a beach trip with your friends? “Drive safe, love you, remember to respond to my good morning messages and call me at least once a day so I can hear your voice.” As long as you check in a couple times a day, he can control his anxiety.

-He always carries a picture of you. Keeps it folded together with the one of his mother. He’d love if you could meet her someday….

NS/FW

-He’s a switch, but the frequency he takes either role depends on the overall relationship dynamic. If Naib takes the leading role in the day-to-day, that will carry over to the bedroom, and vice versa. If you guys are more independent and rather equal, it’s a pretty even split of him going dom vs sub.

-Naib isn’t considered the wittiest guy around. He likes to banter but he's only good with roasting people. When he does come up with a good, dirty one-liner, it’s somehow only when you’ve got a drink to your mouth. You’re like 70% sure he just likes making you choke. Is this foreplay?

-Completely serious, he's a great kisser. His experience is moderate, but Naib reads body language well and learns fast. Give him just 30 (nonconsecutive) minutes to make out with you, test you, and he's got your weaknesses locked down.

-Naib likes sensation-enhancing stuff in the bedroom. Restraints, blindfolds, ice, and waxplay are all things he’s down for in moderation (giving or receiving). Gags are a hard no. He’s a stickler for having a safe word. If you’re gagged, you can’t use it. So it’s a no-go.

-He’s also kinda into semi-public sexy times? Call him an adrenaline junkie, but there’s a certain thrill to nearly being caught. He’s a very stealthy guy and can find some great spots for this where the chances of being caught are lower than they seem. That said, the no gags rule still stands, so it’s unlikely he’d suggest this unless he can trust you to keep quiet.

-Several rounds of sex is one of the few things you can rely on to tire Naib out. He’s high-energy and has super erratic sleep patterns, but if you two go at it for an hour or so he’s out like a light. He snores just a bit, not too loud. I promise it’s cute!

#identity v #idv x reader #identity v x reader #idv mercenary #naib subedar x reader #spicy content #turbulentscrawl

121 notes · View notes

angelsanarchy · 7 months

Text

Alkaline: Euronymous x Y/N Series CH 8

Tagging: @ophelialaufey@madamemaximoff06@forever-not-gonna-sink@ajmiila02@liquidsmoothdomme@shady-the-simp @auggiethecreator

Oystein paced the house all day waiting for her. He had put in a grocery order first thing this morning so he could talk to her about an upcoming show that he wanted her to come to. He also wouldn't mind her sitting in his lap and doing his corpse makeup either but he felt that might be a bit much. He watched the skies and knew rain was coming but that never stopped an order in the past when he was living at home.

He knew the others were too engrossed in their own shit to even pay him any attention as he stirred in his own anxiety but the moment her car started down the road, he started to pull on his boots, almost skidding out in front of her car as she parked.

"Were you waiting for me to get here?" Y/n smirked at Oystein as she popped the trunk of the car.

"What? No of course not. I was waiting on the groceries, obviously." He teased taking the bags that she handed him. She followed him into the house and tried to put the bags down in a spot that wasn't beer soaked or gross. It took a few back and forth trips but as Y/n closed the trunk of the car, Oystein put his body in front of the driver side door.

"So is your shift over?" He smirked. He knew what he was doing and Y/n knew why he was doing it.

"Yes, you guys were my last stop but I already told you, I'm only here to deliver your groceries." She leaned against the car, folding her arms in front of her chest.

"Well if you don't have anywhere you need to be then why not just come in and hang out with me? Dead is the only one home but he's locked up in his room. It's quiet and I can guarantee my room is the cleanest place in the entire house." Oystein wasn't one for begging but he really wanted to spend some time with her.

"I'm not going to fuck you Oystein." Y/n said flat out with a smile.

"Well I was kind of hoping I would be the one fucking you..." Oystein teased making her roll her eyes but he reached out to put his hand on her arm.

"I'm kidding, well not really but I promise I'm not trying to put any moves on you. I just want to hang out." Y/n looked him over. His skin was so pale that the blue in his eyes almost looked like sapphires. Whether he wanted to admit it or not, Oystein was a very pretty man.

"I will come in to see your room but I'm not staying." Y/n gave up. Oystein took her hand and pulled her back towards the house like a little kid ready to show off his toys. Y/n tried not to breath through her nose as the smell of piss, cigarettes and decomposition made the house reek. Oystein's room seemed to be in an isolated part of the house and she was relieved to see he wasn't lying about having the cleanest space.

"What do you think?" Oystein waved his arm around and offered her a chair. She nodded her head, passing on the chair and looking through his things. She ran her fingers across his typewriter and stopped short at the stack of records he had. She thumbed through them with Oystein approaching over her shoulder.

"Which one is your favorite?" She asked holding up two different albums. Oystein reached over her and pulled his favorite album from the bunch and put it on the player. Y/n sat on his bed and listened intensely to the music. Oystein watched her from the chair her once offered her, taking in how she listened to the music that he loved so much, almost nervous at how she might react.

"This feels like you. It's loud, very bodied and almost feels like someone is screaming secrets, if that makes any sense." Y/n tried to explain. Oystein smiled. The last thing he would ever call himself is smitten but fuck if that girl didn't say all the right things.

"It's not something I would likely listen to when trying to unwind but its not unbearable." Y/n turned her body towards him and caught his smile.

"What?" She asked nervously. Oystein couldn't help himself. He sprang up from the chair and slammed his mouth into hers. She was surprised by the contact and let herself meet his tongue with her own. She could hear the sound of Oystein's bullet belt being opened and she panicked, pushing him backwards to break the kiss.

"I told you, I'm not going to fuck you! Why do you insist on trying to make me one of your groupies dammit!" Y/n was embarrassed that she let herself get so carried away and threw the door open, fleeing the room. Oystein followed quickly behind her, trying to get her to stop.

"Y/n! Please just wait! I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable or hurt you-"

"You didn't hurt me! The kiss was fine!" Y/n had spun on her heel so fast, Oystein's knees almost buckled from stopping abruptly.

"Fine?" He was confused.

"Yes, I didn't mind the kiss but I'm trying to be one of those girls who fawns after you, gets fucked and humiliated by your friends and your band." Y/n insisted trying to open her door. Oystein shut it.

"I already told you! I don't do groupies! I never have. The girls that come here all end up fucking Hellhammer or some of the others. I don't know why you keep insisting I'm fucking everyone." Oystein argued.

"So what do you do when women throw themselves at you? Turn them away? I'm not a fucking idiot Oystein." Y/n wasn't going to pretend she didn't like Oystein but she knew any kind of relationship with him would be complicated at best.

"I tell them I don't want groupies! I find them disgusting-" Oystein's mouth stopped working almost instantly as Y/n yanked the buttons of her work shirt open, popping the buttons and flashing her bare tits to him. Oystein's eyes fluttered taking in how perfect they were. He wanted them in his mouth, he wanted them in his face. He wanted to fuck them, cum on them and watch them bounce as she rode him.

"Yeah disgusting. I can tell you have a real distaste for the female form." Y/n pulled her shirt closed and zipped her jacket to her chin.

"You aren't a groupie. You could never be a groupie to me." Oystein felt like he was drooling with how much spit was collecting in his mouth but Y/n shook her head.

"I'm sorry, I just...it's a bad idea Oystein. Once we push past that boundary, everything changes and I really don't want to end up hating you." Y/n got in her car and Oystein stood dumbfounded by the response. He watched her drive away thinking about everything she had just said. She was scared. She wanted to be more than friends with him, his feelings were mutual but she was scared of getting hurt. Now he his next move was critical. First, he was going to have to get back up to his room and handle the painfully hard cock she had left him with, then he would plan his next move.

#The next one after this is the first spicy one!!!#so much excite #R!Euronymous #R!Euronymous x Y/n #Film: Lords of Chaos #Alkaline #One Shot Series #Alkaline series #Rory Culkin #Culkin Cult #8/35

77 notes · View notes

vintagepresley · 1 year

Note

Request: elvis is fingering y/n (with his rings) and one of them comes off. When he notices a little bit later he immediately stops (y/n whines as she was almost there). He tells her what happened and she almost has a panic attack and immediately spreads her legs and tries to find it but can’t and now has a panic attack. E sits her up and holds her into his chest stroking her back trying to get her to calm down. He asks her if he can find it. So he spreads her legs and begins to feel and look around. After awhile it is getting too painful but still Nothing. This makes reader begin to cry again and her breath hyperventilated. Elvis soothes her again. Honestly not sure what to do it is 2am so no place is open to call and the emergency room is out of the question. Has you continued freaking out e calls Dr. Nick and asks him to come up to his hotel room. E grabs you one of his shirts to slip on so you are a little covered. he doesn’t tell you why then you hear a knock on the door and e opens it Dr nick comes in frantic asking elvis what is wrong with him thinking it is about him. But elvis points to you crying and explains what happened and what he could do. Dr. Nick explains he can use forceps to help and get it out. (Reader hasn’t been to the gyno yet because of the anxiety around that so this is a lot) elvis is the only person to have ever seen her. But she agrees and lays back down but holding the shirt down covering herself. Dr nick tells her the position she needs to be in and she hesitates into it holding onto Elvis’s hand for dear life. Dr nick places the forceps and it is an intense stretch but dr nick apologizes saying she needed a smaller size but it is unfortunately all that is in his emergency bag. You squeeze your eyes shut has he begins to find it so sensitive from the previous events of the night. Elvis takes a peek down there making sure you don’t catch him looking but he wasn’t expecting to see what looked like Dr. Nick just knuckles deep in his girl he weirdly gets turned on coughs to ‘hide’ his moan that slipped. Dr. Nick finally finds the ring and lays it on the towel he has with his supplies. He warns he is about to remove the forceps. Your breath hinges at the feeling a single tear rolls down your cheek and e noticed and this breaks him as he kisses it away feeling awful putting you through this. Dr nick gives you a wet rag to wipe yourself off. As he wipes the ring off on the towel and hands it back to e saying “here’s your ring back mr. Presley”. You have never seen e go so red in your entire life. Dr nick leaves. You turn to elvis he apologizes frantically and kisses you but you pull back and ask him straight up “elvis why the hell did you moan at the sight of that” and you didn’t think it was possible but he went even redder than before. He didn’t think you heard him earlier.

Sorry this is a long request but I was hoping you could make this request long too. I love the detail in your writing. And those pictures of e’s hands made me feral lol

Omg, I love this request. Thank you! ❤️ (This photo seemed very fitting, lol.)

Your hands were clutching onto the bedsheets as your body squirmed against the bed and your legs spread wide open as you watched Elvis in between them. His fingers knuckle deep inside of you and pumping swiftly and the pressure of his rings making the wonder sensation even more stimulating. The moans that were leaving your lips grow louder with each thrust his fingers made inside of you, driving you wild and over the edge. "Atta girl.. Making my rings such a mess." he hummed with a smirk as he watched as you grew wetter for him. Your slick coating his fingers completely as he began to jackrabbit his fingers inside of you causing your legs to close around his hand as you cried out his name and whimpered softly.

Elvis forced your legs back open wanting to see you take his fingers like the good little slut you were for him. As he glanced down again he noticed that one of his rings were missing and now those pleasurable sounds that were escaping you as you grew closer to your orgasm were now painful groans. Elvis looked horrified and you caught a glimpse of his face as you were confused as to why it was suddenly so painful. "W-What? What's wrong? Why does it hurt?" you said with a pout as whine escaped you. He didn't know how to tell you at first because he didn't want you to freak out. He nervously rubbed the back of his neck with his other hand and he sighed softly. "Uh.. You have to promise to not freak out, honey." He mumbled under his breath. You furrowed your brow at him as you sat up on your elbows. "Tell me.." you demanded feeling a sharp pain inside of you.

"One of my rings.. Um.. It's... It's inside of ya..." he said nervously. "What?!" you began to panic almost on the verge of having an anxiety attack as you spread your legs open wider and stuck a finger inside of yourself trying to find it. But you had no look which only made you panic even more. "What are we going to do!?!? It hurts!" You cried as you started hyperventilating. Elvis pulled you into his arms trying to comfort you as best as he could. He was trying not to panic himself because there was no place for him to be able to take you anywhere at two in the morning. Taking you to the emergency room was out of the question. "It's gonna be alright, Little. I'll figure somethin' out." he assured you. You continued to cry softly trying not to focus on the pain as Elvis left the room for a moment to call Dr. Nick up to his hotel room and not giving him much detail about the emergency. When Elvis was done on the phone he came back into the bedroom and he gave you one of his shirts to cover up with and didn't explain to you why.

Suddenly there's a knock on the door and Elvis hurries to go answer it and Dr. Nick comes in frantic thinking that something was wrong with Elvis or that he was hurt. "Are you okay? What's going on?" Dr. Nick asks. "I-I'm fine.. It's Y/N.." Elvis says softly as he points over to you and now you were groaning loudly in pain. Elvis explains to Dr. Nick exactly what happened and for a moment Dr. Nick nearly looked horrified himself. "I can use forceps and see what I can do." He nodded. You were nervous as you watched Dr. Nick take the forceps out of his bag. You had never been to the gynecologists before because you always had bad anxiety about it and on top of that Elvis was the only man to ever see you. You just felt embarrassed and nervous about the whole ordeal. But you needed the ring out of you so you agreed to everything Dr. Nick explained that he was going to be doing. So you laid back on the bed and using the shirt to cover yourself and Dr. Nick tells you the position to be in and you hesitate for a moment, but Elvis was right there holding your hand and comforting you through it.

You take small deep breaths as you stared up at the ceiling trying to pretend this wasn't happening right now. You suddenly felt this intense pressure the moment the doctor used the forceps on you. You nearly scooted away from him because of the pain. Dr. Nick stops for a moment. "I'm sorry, Y/N. You'd need a small set of forceps, but this was all I had with me right now." he says apologetically. You squeeze your eyes tight from the pain and just nod at his words, squeezing Elvis' hand so tight as you felt the doctor inside trying to find the ring and your were already so sensitive from the nights events. Elvis ran his hand over your head and kissed your forehead. "I'm so sorry, baby." he whispered to you. Elvis stood there and decided to take a little peek down there without you noticing and he wasn't expecting to see Dr. Nick's hand knuckle deep inside of his girl. Elvis clears his throat loudly trying to hide the moan that escaped him. He didn't expect for that to turn him on.

Dr. Nick finally finds the ring and he pulls it out and sets it on the towel that he had sat on the bed beside you. "You're gonna feel a bit of pressure as I pull the forceps out now, Y/N." he says with a nod. You inhale sharply and nod at his words and you winced softly in pain when you felt him remove them and a single tears rolls down your cheek and you sniffled softly. Elvis notices this and he just feels so awful and he leans down to kiss away your tear and caressing his hand against your face. "It's okay, honey. It's over now." He whispered to you. Dr. Nick hands you a wet rag to wipe yourself off and then he wipes the ring clean with the towel and hands the ring back to Elvis. "Here's your ring back, Mr. Presley." Dr. Nick said. You had never in your life see Elvis as red as he was in this moment and he tries to nervously laugh off what just happened.

Dr. Nick makes his way out and Elvis turns to you with so much remorse in his eyes as he climbed into the bed beside you and pulling you into his arms. "I'm so sorry, honey. I didn't mean for this to happen or for you to get hurt." he said apologetically over and over as he kisses you. But you pull back from him and furrow your brow a bit as you ask him straight out. "Elvis.. Why the hell did you moan at the sight of that!?" you asked him in a serious tone. You didn't think it was even possible for this man to get even redder but it was happening right before your eyes and he couldn't even look at you now because he didn't think you heard that. He had never felt more embarrassed than in this moment and he had decided next time he fingers you he would be taking his rings off.

#Elvis Presley #Elvis smut #Elvis x reader #elvis x you #elvis x y/n #elvis imagine #requested

183 notes · View notes

p0ssywhippedcream · 9 months

Note

idek if you do HC i feel like ive never seen you do them? anyways cuddling HC w piper mclean 🫧

hey love!! I think I've done a few but they usually turn into small quickies

❥ ❥ ❥ ❥ ❥ ❥ ❥ ❥ ❥ ❥

❥ When Piper cuddles, she wraps her entire form around the receiving person. Her legs get tangled between yours, toes sliding down your calves as her arm dives underneath you to hold you tighter. Her hands make a small maze behind your back.

❥ She leaves little kisses across your forehead since that's where she can reach with her head so close to yours. She likes looking at you, your face, being able to affirm herself at anytime that you really are there. With her.

❥ She tends to fall asleep a lot during cuddles, the reassuring motions of your hands on her back and your breath on her face lulling her into dreams. Nightmares don't come often if she falls asleep in your arms and when she wakes up well rested, it's because she's in your grip.

❥ She does like face-to-face cuddles quite a bit, to study your expressions and to be able to kiss you at any time. But she also loves being the little spoon! She loves knowing you don't think go her as a burden and she won't ask for it but always agrees when you offer to spoon her.

❥ She loves being the big spoon too, esp when you're upset or when she feels like smelling your shampoo. She prefers it a lot when you feel like you're weighing her down because it simultaneously lets her ground you tightly and it keeps her facial expressions hidden. She usually gets emotional about her own insecurities hearing you talk bad about yourself, knowing what it feels like and she doesn't want you to feel like she's making it about herself.

❥ She of course cares about your comfort, firstly making sure you're tucked in the blankets and resting on a pillow. She asks every now and then if you're okay with your position, usually when she shifts or you move.

❥ If you seem uncomfortable or tell her you are, she will very quickly and carefully detangle herself, making sure there is a good amount of distance between you two while asking if you're alright.

❥ And if you don't like cuddling face-to-face or so tightly, even though Piper really does, she will agree to anything as long as she gets to hold you. She has intense anxiety over accidentally hurting you or charmspeaking you and will do anything in her power to guarantee your comfort.

❥ She truly though needs comfort herself sometimes, and that's usually how cuddles happen. Her confidence is mostly stable but there will be the occasional moment when it slips and she goes back to thinking she is only trouble and useless.

❥ She doesn't like telling you when she feels this way, hating to be even more of a burden but you can see it in her kaleidoscope eyes. It starts with a reluctant discussion, you reassuring her and eventually tucking her in your arms and gently brushing away tears.

❥ Piper likes the way you love in these moments, all soft and caring and intentional. Love can be messy and confusing but in your relationship, it only gets messy in the kitchen. You always try to communicate with her and she tries to do the same, both of you making sure you have conversations, not arguments and that your needs are met. And after a rough convo, it almost always ends with her holding you.

❥ She can cry a lot during cuddling and sometimes, it's just from the sheer overwhelming force of her love for you. You always keep tissues next to your bed and these special moments where it's just you two intertwining to become one are always a place for vulnerability.

❥ She is definitely a physical touch gal and just needs to be kissed and pet and held sometimes. She can survive without it, esp if you don’t feel like giving it, but she had to go so long without proper attention and affection that it hurts for her to be without it again.

❥ Since she had to deal with an absent mom and an absent dad, knowing that you put down any distractions (ex; books, phone) and just stay present with her as you hold her means the world. She absolutely kisses you dizzy when you just stare at her and listen to her and admire her.

79 notes · View notes

labrxnth · 1 year

Text

Misery Loves Company pt. 2 (Leon Kennedy x Reader Series)

Part 2: Strength Comes with Weakness

CW: alcohol, very detailed mentions of an anxiety attack (medicated gang rise up),

WC: 3,802 (I fucked up with the other one lol. The whole fic as of rn has the 6k sorry)

Summary: After last night's drinking fiasco, (y/n) has to deal with the consequences of her hangover and what she said to Leon.

Tag list: @makimakimi

(Y/N)’s heart felt like it was going to break her rib cage with how hard it was beating. She gripped on to the tan leather jacket like it was an anchor to ground her in the waves of her own anxiety. Out of all things to happen, this was the last thing that she planned. Her memories of two years ago came to the forefront of her mind. The night spent at the bar, trying to convince her drunken partner to go home was all around her.

The bar had an amber atmosphere, dad rock playing in the background. The booth’s leather stuck to her legs in the heat, a little uncomfortable. The way her partner’s sky blue eyes drowned in his sadness and the alcohol in his system.

“Leon, Krauser pushes you too hard,” She said, swirling her lemonade in her glass.

“Yeah, I know,” He grumbled. “But it’s to make me stronger.” His ash blonde hair was stuck to his forehead and his face was a little red. (Y/n) remembered that he had been drinking for an hour before Hunnigan texted her to check in on him.

“You won’t get stronger if you break your body,” She said bitterly.

“What do you know? You weren’t there, you didn’t see what Umbrella did,” He spat back, his shoulders hunched over.

“You’re right, I wasn’t. But I know from experience that burying your trauma doesn’t work,” Her gaze held onto his.

“What else am I supposed to do when they made me join this shit show?” He almost growled.

(Y/n) delicately reached out and placed her hand on his arm. She felt Leon’s muscle tighten up at the sudden touch, but his stare held at the rim of his glass. “Leon, I think it’s time to go home. You need sleep,” She said.

His glare shot up to meet her eyes, staring daggers into her. “You don’t know what I need.”

“I’m trying to help you.”

“I know you have a little crush on me,” He said suddenly. (Y/n)’s eyes widened and she looked at the table, suddenly interested in the pattern on the top of it. She pulled her hand away from his and dropped it under the table.

“What does that have to do with anything?” She asked quietly, not denying it.

“You’re just like everyone else, thinking that I’m just some little toy to twist to your will,” He continued. (Y/n) had enough of a brain on her head to realize that he was drunk and trying to latch onto any sense of control he could. But the brain on her head didn’t stop his words from stinging any less.

“I’m worried about you, asshole!” She hissed back.

“I don’t need anyone,” He replied, in a calm but intense tone that made the fire in her throat shoot directly to her heart and tongue.

“Fuck you and fuck Hunnigan for texting me,” She said coldly and slid out of the booth. “Don’t tell me to go easy on you when you’re throwing up your guts tomorrow morning on the mat. Here’s money for a cab.” She pretty much threw a 10$ bill at him. (Y/n) refused to turn around to face him as she left, but she could feel his stare burning a hole into her back.

She got snapped back to reality by the dinging of her ID tag in the dark, cold, hallway she often found herself walking down. Her boots squeaked on the clean floor beneath her, the reality of what happened last night starting to set in. The waves of nausea that had been plaguing her all morning refused to die down, whether from the night before or the incoming conversation she didn't know. The door opened to the cubicles she had to walk through every day. She tried to hurry past Hunnigan, not ready for the conversation about to happen, but to no avail.

“We’re having lunch together,” Ingrid took her glasses off to clean them as she spoke. (Y/n) didn't know how Hunnigan always knew she was walking past her when she was, she almost never turned around when anyone walked through the door.

“... okay,” (Y/n) said. The now familiar texture of Leon’s jacket in her arms shot a pang of anxiety through her chest. Her ears turned red at the thought of anyone recognizing it and more importantly who it belonged to.

Hunnigan’s eyes darted to the jacket and her eyebrows raised. “Yeah, you’re telling me about that later,” She said and grinned. (Y/n) winced at the sudden confirmation of her fear. She tried to appear as nonchalant as possible given her heart almost skipping beats at this point.

“There’s nothing to tell,”

“Then I’ll just ask him to tell me,” She smirked and turned back to her computer.

“You wouldn’t…..” (Y/n) trailed off. After about three seconds of silence she dropped her head. “Nevermind, you would,”

Ingrid chuckled lightly in reply and kept typing at her laptop. “Have a good training session, I heard whispers that they want you paired with him for sparring. Try not to foam at the mouth from stress.” She reached behind her and handed (y/n) an orange destress candy, like she had done almost daily.

(Y/n) heard her heartbeat and blood rush through her ears. “Thanks for the heads up,” she squeaked and grabbed the losange from Hunnigan. She threw it into her mouth and sucked on it, almost running to the agent offices. She burst through her door, careful not to slam it shut and sat at her desk.

All thoughts of slipping into Leon’s office, dropping his jacket on his desk, and slipping back out before he came in, left her mind. All that she could think about were the excuses she would give to her partner. The ones she came up with were good, but knowing Leon, they wouldn’t fly. She could say, I was so drunk I thought you were my ex, but Leon would see through it from a mile away.

Last night she was staring at him so intently when she said the words to him, any brushing it off would just confirm that she still had feelings for him. She knew he would ask her about the nonexistent phone call, but any excuse she had about that fell apart as well.

It seemed like (y/n)’s world was shoving her down a one-way street, forcing her to come face to face with her feelings. It felt like an incoming tsunami, she knew how Leon would react to it, frustrated that she hadn’t taken the hint over the years. At least he would let her down gently; when he was in his normal mood he was nice enough that (y/n) would almost call him a gentleman. That is, if she hadn’t seen the side of him that wouldn’t let her call him that.

She was crossing his fingers that he wasn’t fucked up enough from his mission to not give her mercy.

All she could hear in her ears over and over again was his agitated, cold and calculated “I don’t need anyone” from years prior. Her palms were sweating like she was under the direct beams of the sun, her breath pounding in her ears like it was a kick drum. Everything seemed to stop around her, the only thing she could feel was the losange in her mouth and the orange taste. She felt dizzy, and sat on the chair, only to feel nothing. Nothing could ground her or get to her senses besides the candy in her mouth. Her breathing went shallow and she could feel her lungs fill with a stabbing, ice cold, sensation.

Then, everything suddenly came to life. The smell of sweat came to her first, then the cushiony feel under her feet. What followed next was the feeling of her loose combat pants and tank top tickling her skin. After that, the bright lights and the voices all around her. It felt like she just blinked and she was at the sparring mat, staring directly at the one person she wanted to avoid.

“(Y/n), you okay?” Leon asked, his face full of concern. He was in the ready position, one leg forward in an athletic stance, with his fists up in the air in front of his chest and face. He dropped his fists and stepped towards her.

“Kennedy, ready up!” A loud voice from the right cut through (y/n)’s skull. She looked over and saw Major Sierra, the prick that was giving her the hardest time. She watched Leon’s eyes dart over to him and scowl. He put his hands back up to his face.

(Y/n) mirrored his stance and waited for his move.

“Ladies first,” Leon said and smirked.

“Then by all means go,” She said, taking a deep breath and attempting once again to ground herself in the feelings under her feet, anything she could hold onto.

But it was all too much, (y/n)’s senses were screaming at her. Her brain felt like it was on overdrive trying to find the missing hours that went by.

Leon scoffed at her reply. “Feeling better from last night then, huh?” He asked and tilted his head to the side, the cocky bastard.

“Less talking!” Sierra yelled at both of them.

Two things happened simultaneously in response to Major Sierra yelling. One, Leon understood how serious he was and like lightning striking was already in front of her, closing the gap of 10 feet and throwing a punch at her stomach, expecting her to block it. Two, (y/n) froze, her body shutting down from the stimuli and she took the full force of Leon’s punch. Normally, she would’ve blocked anything that he could throw at her, they would spar for 20 minute rounds before someone had to step in between them and say they finished. Her body freezing and the sudden impact of Leon’s fist to her stomach forced her brain to follow her body and shut down as well. She flew back a good foot and laid on the mat unmoving. Leon Kennedy was known as a good fighter, but holy shit nothing could’ve prepared (y/n) for feeling the air get knocked out of her so quickly and easily.

All she heard was her name getting yelled before everything went fuzzy and dark.

What was waiting for her in the dark quietness of her mind were memories from a few months ago. The warm atmosphere filled with tapestries, fake plants, and posters let her know that this was her apartment. No matter how much she tried, (y/n) couldn’t keep a plant alive; killing a cactus was the last straw for Leon, after that he told her to give up on planting and to get fake ones. She refused, but after he bought her a couple she indulged.

The light, while warm, was dim as she and her partner were on her couch watching a movie. The familiar feeling of peace and comfort washed over her as she saw Leon sitting next to her. He had his hair pulled back by a fuzzy headband and a sheet mask on his face that she had forced him to wear to “get his youthful glow back”. Her legs were bent over his, sitting perpendicular to him, and she had on a matching headband and sheet mask. His arms were crossed over his chest and he looked grumpy, but (y/n) knew it was a façade; he loved the quiet moments of when his life felt normal. In between them was a bowl of popcorn mixed with pretzels and m&ms, something Leon had to turn her on to.

“This movie is garbage,” Leon groaned. On the tv a scene of two young adults on a far off planet played out. One was running from political assassination and the other one was her bodyguard, both of them trying to figure out their feelings for each other.

(Y/n) looked up at him in shock and gasped. “You did not just call Attack of the Clones garbage!” She said, “It’s been booked out at Blockbuster for months!”

“That is not how you flirt with someone,” Leon said. “He’s being creepy and for some reason she’s into it.”

“It’s not that bad,” (Y/n) said. She cringed when Anakin said I don’t like sand, it’s coarse and rough, and gets everywhere.

“See, even you think that’s weird,” Leon laughed out loud while watching her face.

“He’s like 16 and it’s talking about how sand reminds him of Tatooine and how his memories of it seep into everything he does no matter how hard he tries not to think about it!” She said back.

“Okay, nerd,” Leon snorted.

“Like you know how to flirt with anyone anyways, Kennedy,” She retorted.

Leon scoffed at her tease. “I know how to talk to women!” He said. “Unlike someone in the room.”

(Y/n)’s neck snapped to look at him. “Excuse me?”

“All I’m saying is that it must be rough with your dating pool being completely open, but not being able to get anyone,” He flashed her a shit eating grin. “Do you need me to talk to someone for you?” He pouted mockingly.

“God no, that would make them run as far away from me as possible,” She sighed.

“Then maybe I should talk to them,” He mumbled quietly enough for her not to hear.

“Sorry did you say something?” She asked

“Just thinking out loud.”

“About how you know I’m right about you not having any game?” She grinned.

“Takes one to know one,” He shot back.

(Y/n) turned her head back to the movie.

The light from the tv faded into bright fluorescent lights above her.

She saw two people kneeling over her, Leon who looked like he just kicked a puppy and the other one was a very pissed off Major Sierra. She sat up, feeling a familiar, large hand support her back.

“How long was I…?” she trailed off.

“A minute,”

“Too long,” The major and Leon both replied at the same time. Leon’s eyes darted to him and he looked like he was scowling.

“Get up!” Sierra ordered. “Everyone leave except for (l/n),” When no one moved he whipped his head around. “Now!” He said sternly.

Everyone left except for one person.

The pain in her stomach was just registering and she moved her palm to soothe it.

“Kennedy, I said everyone,” Sierra met Leon’s eyes and (y/n) could almost feel the lightning shoot between the two of them.

“Actually, Major, you’re not in charge of me. I was here to find out how much my partner’s improved since the last time I saw her. Anything you have to say to her, you can say in front of me,” Leon’s voice sliced through the air.

(Y/n) spaced out when Sierra started ripping her apart with how “shitty of a job she did”. Even through her spaciness, a few phrases and words stuck out to her like “wasted potential” and “now I’m just disappointed in you”. When it seemed like the Major was done with his temper tantrum, reality pulled her back into it.

“We’ll definitely discuss your feedback and work on it, ourselves” Leon said harshly. (Y/n) felt him lift her up like he did last night, putting one of her arms over his shoulders and a hand on her waist.

“It was just a punch, she can get up. Stop babying her because she’s your partner,” Sierra challenged. “There’s a reason we didn’t let you take her to Spain.” Everything the Major was saying was like a knife digging into her heart, twisting around but not giving her a sweet release of death.

Leon went stiff. “I’ll remind you of my abilities and who I was trained by,” He said as a warning. “She needs medical.” He left with (y/n), not letting Sierra get another word in. Every step added more pain to her body and it took all the self control in her body to not throw up on Leon’s shoes.

He walked with her all the way back to the offices, much to her chagrin. Heads snapped over to the door when the two of them walked through the main door. Hunnigan stared down Leon, giving him a ”what the fuck did you do to her” look. He gave her a guilty smile and dragged her to to the door of her office. (Y/n) opened the door and he sat her down in a chair, closing the door.

“What the hell happened?” He asked. She looked up at him and instead of seeing the anger she thought she would, she was met with concern.

“I don’t know,” She admitted and leaned back into the chair. “My body just froze up.”

“That never happens, are you sick?” He asked and held a hand up to her head.

“No, I’m just having an off day. Must be the hangover,” She blushed slightly at his touch and prayed that he didn’t notice.

“I’ve seen you kick ass while drunk, a hangover won’t do this to you,” he insisted. Leon walked over to the first aid kit that she kept in her desk and cracked open a ready to use ice pack. “I’m sorry, I had full confidence you were going to block it,” He sighed in frustration. (Y/n) could tell his frustration was directed at himself as he walked over and put the icepack on where he punched her. The sudden change in temperature and pressure to an already awful bruise made her hiss in pain. “I know, I’m a dick, tell me.”

She looked up at him, confused. “Wha-?”

“Tell me I’m a dick for punching you. And for letting Sierra talk to you like that,” He said, biting the inside of his mouth.

“You’re not, like you said you thought I was going to block it, like I do every other time,” she said in between winces. “And Sierra always talks to me like that, I can’t have anyone help me and get used to running away from him. Plus sometimes he actually gives good criticism.”

“Are you a masochist?” He asked.

“No, just addicted to trying to be better,” She said and groaned in pain from him putting a bit too much pressure on her stomach.

“You’re too hard on yourself,” He said lightly. He was laser focused on the ice pack and her stomach. His eyebrows were furrowed and his bangs were falling towards the floor. She got a sense of deja vu when thinking about running her hands through his hair.

She looked up at the ceiling to hopefully get her thoughts under control. Leon looked up at her and eyes got caught on his jacket sitting on the desk next to her.

“You actually remembered,” He said.

“You wrote on the note that you’d pretty much kick my ass if I didn’t… which you did anyways,” She chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. She put her arm over her face, half to stop from screaming in pain from the changing pressure on her stomach, and half to cover the blush she had at Leon’s touch. This was not how she imagined having this reaction from him to go.

“So, you remember anything from last night?” He pressed, his eyes darting to her face.

“Not really, I was really fucked up,” she lied.

“Then why didn't you call me anyways?” He asked. She cursed him silently for being as smart as he was.

“I was hungover and didn’t want to talk on the phone,” She lied.

“You know that I can tell when you’re lying from a mile away, right?”

“Then why are you asking me?” She replied quietly, her face still in her arm. She could feel knots in her stomach, from something other than the pain and pressure.

“Because I want you to say it,” He said slowly.

She looked down at him, hoping that her face wasn’t bright red and was met with his cold, intense stare. “Say what?”

“You know what,” He said flatly.

“Then you know why,” She shot back. His eyes seemed to be staring into her soul, pressing into her very being for the answer that he wanted. She was getting flashbacks to last night when he gave her that same exact stare.

He broke the stare first and sighed. “I should’ve taken you with me, if I knew that it was this bad,” He squeezed the bridge of his nose.

“Leon, I’m fine,” She started. She silently sighed in relief from what she thought was him changing the subject.

“Obviously not,”

“I don’t need you protecting me, I’m a big girl,” She insisted.

He sighed in frustration and looked away from her. “I wanted you there, I wanted you there with me so bad,” He whispered.

“I can handle Sierra, he’s just emotionally stunted and has to take it out on all of us,” She said. She thought that Leon had turned away from her due to his frustration with the situation; she shook off whatever alcohol must’ve still been in her system for her to swear she saw pink on the tips of his ears.

“That’s not what this is about,” He said shortly.

“Then what is it about?” She demanded.

The metaphorical wall that (y/n) thought had separated the two of them came crashing down. It was brought to rubble by her partner in front of her. Her ears were ringing from what she just heard. Her fear of not being enough for anyone melted away.

She must’ve been going crazy; there was no way that Leon had turned back to face her and said what he did. The red on his face must’ve been from anger at Sierra for treating his partner like shit, there was no way it could’ve been blush.

“(Y/n), I love you,” He leaned on the chair arms and looked at her, making sure she heard him clearer this time.

She looked at him, redness spreading across her own face.

Leon leaned closer to her, until their lips were mere inches apart. “I want you to say it,” he said lowly, looking at her through his eyelashes.

“I love you,” She whispered against his cheek.

Leon put a hand gently around her neck and pulled her until the distance between them closed.

A/N: aaa, this ending had me kicking my feet and blushing fr. Don't worry, there's more to come, the hoes will be fed (I am the hoes) :]

Make sure to catch this fic when I first release it on my AO3.

#leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x you #drunken confessions #slow burn #resident evil fanfiction

93 notes · View notes