#god bless my parents for raising three of us
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Getting a puppy has solidified my decision to never have children.
#i love my puppy so much#hes 4 months old and a certified Baby#my sibling and i are his parents#we have to take him out MINIMUM every two hours because his bladder is tiny#and he doesnt yet understand that he can only potty outside#hes a big fan of pissing on our kitchen floor instead#and we're crate training him#he doesnt like getting in the crate#and he cries if hes in the crate while any humans are in the same area as him#or he cries if hes in the crate and no one is around#hes a big fan of eating bad things off of the street#a huge favorite is cigarette butts#so i have to wrench his little mouth open every time he gets something bad. and he definitely resents me for it#i have to take him out at 2am and then walk him at 9am#meaning i get max 7 hours of sleep daily#i love him so much but he is so much work#i cant even imagine having a human child. i couldnt do it#dear god. the crying and the feeding and the screaming and diaper changing. fuck#god bless my parents for raising three of us#im going insane with just my puppy#and hes a hell of a lot cuter than a human child#i tell him thats his saving grace. that hes the cutest little motherfucker#cant imagine having a human child now. no thank you#god bless all human parents. youre doing great
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FIVE WAYS TO END A FIRST DATE| shouto, suna, draken, megumi, eren.
warnings| sexy time, fluff, unedited (obviously).
author's note| for @ikkakvs ❤️
Let's be real. When your nineteen-year-old son says he needs to talk to you during breakfast the last thing you expect him to say around the table with his three year old sister not even a foot away is-
"I want to fuck her on the first date..."
His father absolutely spits his morning coffee across the kitchen counter. You're frozen, a forkful of your breakfast halfway to your lips. He continues to eat like he didn't just say what he said. You make eye contact with your husband who is on the verge of hacking up a lung as your son gently wipes baby food from his little sister's face.
You drop your fork into your plate and attempt to muster your most serious mom face. Not the kind you use when he's fucked up but the one where you are on the fence about whether or not he needs to have sense shaken into him.
He doesn't even have the wherewithal to look chagrined. Instead, he musters a small, smug smile...something identical to his father's (still dying by the way). You narrow your eyes, he shrugs.
"Dad always says when you know you know...and trust me. I know. Besides didn't you-" he glances at his sister who is happily making a mess of her breakfast and then whispers (like it makes a difference, the child is three she has no idea what is going on)"-you know...have sex on the first-"
"Okay!" His father interrupts. And bless his soon-to-be-dead ass because you did not volunteer this information to your son so it must have been your husband. The one you did fuck after the first date.
"What?" Your son shrugs. "Dad tells me everything."
You glare at the dad in question, only to receive an identical shrug.
"Baby," you start carefully. "What if she doesn't want to fuck after the first date?"
He gives you a quizzical look. "That's fine, we have like forever together. We can fuck after date one hundred for all I care."
"Oh, thank God," you share a relieved glance with your husband. At least you haven't completely failed at raising him.
"But- I guess...I mean the vibes are there, you know? We're totally gonna f-"
"Small ears, kid," your husband covers your daughter's ears and eyes him meaningfully.
You let out a breath and start eating your breakfast. If parenting has taught you anything is that every conversation with our teenager can become a lesson.
"There are other ways to end the first date, baby. A kiss on the cheek. Asking for a second date. Making sure she knows you enjoyed spending time with her-"
"Is that how your first dates ended? With cheek kisses and reassurance?"
You don't like the way he's staring knowingly at you. And your husband's snort disguised as a cough doesn't go unnoticed.
"Well-"
You can feel your husband's eyes on you as you open your mouth. You have to sift through your exes quickly but the most memorable end to your first dates were from-
SUNA RINTARO
Car sex.
Suna Rintaro fucked you in the backseat of his car and the memory is fresh in your mind as though it happened yesterday and not almost twenty years ago.
The leather seats were sticky and slippery with your mixed cum. The squeaking as your body slid up the seat with each of his hurried thrusts. The scent of his cologne as he shoved his face into your neck. The way your body bowed against his. The harsh sound of your breaths. His whispered 'fuck' when he slid in for the first time.
His promises. And of course...his unplanned I love you.
And no, this is definitely not something you do not want to suggest to your son.
2. SHOUTO TODOROKI
He bought you flowers.
Of course, it was more of a 'oh my goodness, look shouto a flower shop' 'do you want to get flowers?' kind of situation where he bought you every flower you looked at for too long (because you deserved it, his words not yours) plus a bouquet of fresh roses and sunflowers.
And...and then he fucked you in his king-sized bed on those flower petals. Used the stem of a rose with the thorns still attached for a bit of fun. Laid you on your side facing his mirror so you could see as his cock disappeared into your body. Spoke filthy, disgusting things into your ear.
You shudder at the reminder.
No. That's also not appropriate...
3. KEN RYUGUUJI
You drove his bike.
Actually one of the scariest experiences of your existence. But also one of the most exhilarating. The purr of the bike's engine between your thighs, the grip Ken had on you. The deep rumble of his voice in your ear gently coaching you. Guiding and praising you.
Okay, to be fair the adrenaline is to blame for the sex that occurred after that. It was wild, and God if you both didn't make promises that to this day have you ducking your head in embarrassment whenever you see him.
The reality is, that this particular first date ended in two creampies, a promise to be the best mother to his children, and a marriage proposal.
You glance at your son quickly only to find him already staring at you. Your husband is smirking in the background.
4. MEGUMI FUSHIGURO
First of all.
It was a picnic. How fucking cute is that?
And to be fair, he was adorably nervous and you thought kissing him would ease the tension but one thing led to another and...
He fucked you beneath the stars to the symphony of crickets. Once he got inside you became an entirely different person. The way he propped the soles of your feet on his shoulders and fucked you until you were weeping into the soft blankets, your nails digging into his skin.
Unprepared for the way Megumi became a sex god you'd squirted all over his chest, much to your mortification. And he had the audacity to drag his fingers through the mess and suck it off his fingers.
The man was a whore.
You're almost dismayed when you realize the last first date you had was-
5. EREN YEAGER
A child.
That's right.
Eren Yeager fucked you after the first date and left you with a mini version of himself growing inside you. Granted he married you before you gave birth and you've been living happily ever after since but still.
You glare at your husband as he reaches across the table to take your plate. Your son sits back in his chair, his arms folded across his chest.
"Wear a condom," you grunt.
Your son cackles as he stands from the table. He bends to scoop his sister out of her high chair. "Don't be silly-" he coos to her, "-wrap your willy."
As he disappears around the corner your husband chuckles.
"How was your trip down memory lane?"
He steps in close to you as you stand and prop yourself against the dining table.
"I hate you, deeply," you groan. Eren laughs as he bends to brush his lips against yours.
"Sure baby, anything you say," he smiles against your mouth. "Anyway, I've been thinking..."
You frown, pulling back to look up at him. "About what?"
"Sharing."
Your breath leaves you in a rush. "Sharing what?"
His eyes darken to a shade of green you've never seen.
"You."
#eren yaeger x reader#eren x reader#eren fluff#suna smut#suna x reader#suna x you#shouto x reader#shouto smut#shouto x you#draken smut#draken x reader#beyablade.#jjk smut#megumi x reader#megumi x you
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[for the @calaisreno May Prompts Tour, which affords me the opportunity to be supremely self-indulgent]
(1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) (9) (10) (11) (12) 13: laugh
Is this still the number for John Watson?
John pauses, thumb hovering. Before he can choose a response, another message flashes in.
It's Harry
He nearly drops the phone. Or maybe he nearly throws it against the wall. Hard to say.
His reflex to caretake wars with his lingering resentment of her absence. But he knows he would regret ignoring an olive branch… or whatever this is.
Hi
Everything okay?
No small talk, got it
Yes I'm fine, good in fact
and no I'm not going to ask you for money
He breathes in deeply.
I'm glad things are going well for you
And he is, at least in the abstract.
Thanks
I know this is the part where I'm supposed to ask how you are
But you know I'm pants at texting
Can we just have coffee or something?
John taps his phone to his lip absently and considers his options. A public reunion seems like it could be a volatile mistake, not to mention it's 7pm on a weekday. Sherlock is at the lab, Rosie is having her after-supper blanket time, and John is catching up on charting.
And to be honest, he's pretty bored.
Come to mine for tea?
Harry's three dots wibble for a while, which John supposes is fair.
Right now?
With my schedule, I have to take opportunities where I can
Okay, yeah, I'm free
He sends her the address, feeling both pleased and annoyed. One would think that hitting his own rock bottom would make him more sympathetic towards his sister. But really, it just piles helpless anger on top of guilt on top of anger, ad nauseum.
He's not even sure she knows he's a father, for Christ's sake.
Turns out, she doesn't. She walks through the door he holds open for her, and stops abruptly when she sees Rosie. 'Oh my God,' she breathes, staring. 'Oh my God. You--' She turns to John, eyes wide. 'She-- Johnny. She's yours?'
He nods, and despite everything, he feels his face curve into a proud smile. 'Her name's Rosie.'
'Can I--' Harry indicates the blanket with a sharp movement. 'Can I say hello to her?'
'Yeah, course.' He follows her, and folds himself down behind Rosie. 'Sweetheart, this is your Aunt Harry.'
Harry makes a bit of a squawking noise, probably at the 'aunt' bit, but tamps it down. 'Hi, Rosie,' she manages, her voice rough but determined. 'It's lovely to meet you. What are you playing with?'
'Avocados,' Rosie mostly manages to say, then holds one up for Harry without hesitation. Harry takes it with a giggle, and before long they're thick as thieves with a pile of emoting avocados between them.
Harry glances up at him when there's a lull. 'So. The dad life is treating you well, yeah?'
He hesitates, then nods. 'It is now.'
She eyes him, but doesn't ask about what came before now. Instead, she says, 'I'm just going to ask, alright -- who's the other parent?'
He raises an eyebrow. 'Why d'you say there is one?'
Her eyes twinkle. 'Because you do not have the fashion sense to have bought her this outfit. Your bird rich, then?'
He coughs. 'Well. No.'
She waits, though he can see she's trying not to be annoyed by his reticence. She's never understood people wanting to keep things private. 'No?'
'My… flatmate. He's able to buy her things I don't give a toss about, yeah.'
She blinks. 'You have a gay flatmate?'
John feels his ears heat up. 'I do, yeah.'
She seems weirdly impressed. 'You've come a long way from being a rugby lad, haven't you?'
He snorts. 'I'm learning how to do plaits, if you'll believe it.'
'She's not got enough hair for that yet.'
'Sherlock--the flatmate--insists it's a useful skill, though I've no idea why.'
She doesn't reply, and he looks up from where he's helping Rosie with her current avocado. 'What?' he asks, though he knows it's useless. Harry is no Sherlock but honestly, she doesn't have to be, because his emotions have always been written all over his face. It's a curse and a blessing.
'Oh holy shit,' she breathes out.
'Language,' he admonishes reflexively.
'Sorry, I mean-- Holy noses, Johnny.'
'Don't be smug.'
'Oh, I take no credit for this, I always knew the overcompensating locker room talk was hiding something.'
He rolls his eyes, but his lips are twitching. 'Yeah, insecurity about willy size.'
'Okay, ew, first of all. Second of all-- What the--' He gives her a warning look. 'Ever-loving heck.'
'Short version?' She nods quickly. He decides to also give her the slightly-less-mad-sounding version. 'Got married, got pregnant, had baby, wife passed away, realised I had feelings for my flatmate. Who is a man. And who is effectively fathering my child.'
She claps her hand over her mouth, and for a moment he fears she's going to cry, but then realises she's laughing.
'Oi, that's just not on,' he protests.
'But it's ridiculous!' She holds out a hand to him placatingly, speaking through continued laughter. 'It's lovely and sad and all that, but you have to admit--'
There are tears escaping the corners of her eyes, and he feels it begin to bubble up in his chest, too. Her laugh has always been a thing of beauty, of loud, annoying, contagious, unforgettable beauty, and he can't help it.
And she's right, really. It is kind of ridiculous.
He lets out his own laugh, finally, and reaches for her hand.
[❤️]
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Stray: Part 9
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Stray: Part 9
“Brother! I knew you would show yourself once again and we would find you. You can't run forever, you conniving little snake!”, Thor bellowed across the tiny space as great gusts of wind billowed around him, sweeping into the apartment and leaving it in disarray.
Loki shot up from the couch, and held onto you protectively, his tall body guarding you. “Now hold on just a minute! You were the one who instigated this whole game, brother. In fairness, shouldn't we both face consequences? Or are you too golden and blessed in our parents' eyes to do any wrong?”
The wind subsided and Thor seemed to deflate slightly, then spoke more plainly, “Shut up, Loki!”
You giggled, you couldn't help it. The Norse god of thunder was standing in your living room, dominating the space one moment, then looking like a scolded overgrown toddler the next.
Loki glanced to you and smiled. Then beamed his grin to Thor “Oh dear brother...” he said in faux-shock, “you didn't tell them your role in all this, did you? How ignoble for a future king!”
Thor stepped closer and scoffed. “You dare to judge me? As if you have any morals of your own, you slimy little....” .
You interrupted, sliding between them and putting a hand on both of their breastplates, trying in vain to push them apart (a woefully useless attempt). However, the two princes were raised properly to respect a lady and, therefore, did take the cue to step back.
“If I might interject gentlemen...” you said calmly.
Thor flinched as if slapped, realizing his impoliteness, and took your hand to kiss it. “Oh dear lady! I apologized profusely for my entrance, and for putting your residence in disorder. I must have frightened you terribly.”
“Not really,” you said lightly, and Thor flinched, almost insulted by that. “But listen, I uh, I understand some of this. Loki's told me some things and...”
“Has this weasel been keeping you hostage, fair maiden, or deceiving you? I shall...”
You put your hands up. “No! No no no! Please...just listen. I'm sure there's some kind of solution here if you would only talk to each other and....”
Before you could finish your sentence, a brilliant multicolored beam rained down on all three of you from overhead in a kaleidoscopic blaze. Loki held you closer again and said, “Hang on, little mortal. Heimdall is calling us home.”
“What?!” you shouted over the blast of the portal fluttering around you. Before you knew it you tumbled through space and were hurled into a golden dome occupied by a single gilded guard with a sword. Unlike the two Asgardians, you immediately lost your balance and Loki had to catch you.
“I feel dizzy. I think I'm gonna puke,” you warned.
“It's alright, darling, give it a moment. It'll pass. It happens to everyone the first time.”
Thor rounded to his brother, pointing his hammer to his chest, and Loki's eyes went wide. “Why did you bring us back?”
“It wasn't me, you stupid oaf!” Loki hollered back, arms up in surrender.
Heimdall's deep commanding voice echoed around the dome. “It was the order of King Odin, your majesties.”
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Your heartbeat ramped up higher and higher as you made your way through the palace. By the time you'd finally made it to the vast throne room, flanked on all sides by guards, you felt as if your heart might beat right out of your chest.
“Lokiiii?” you hissed, in a concerned whisper.
“Yes, darling?” he replied, his long arm still cradling you.
“Should I be afraid?”
“Nooo. No. It'll all be just fine. I know this must be terribly alarming and baffling for you, but I assure you....”
“WHERE ARE THEY?” a voice thundered through the throne room. “Where the Hel are my arrogant, troublesome, unruly, infantile sons!”
A red-faced stately man, with a full white beard and gleaming armor rushed to stand before his throne and slammed the base of his golden staff upon the floor. It reverberated through the entire room and your every bone. You felt a primal kind of fear, and could barely breathe. Instinctively, you tried to hide your much shorter body behind the two towering brothers, but to no avail.
Odin's scathing blue eye, found you quickly and bored through you. The Allfather shouted, “Why is that HUMAN in my throne room, or in Asgard, for that matter? What are you ungrateful shits playing at now? Which one of you has done this?”
Just when you felt about to dart away or pass out in abject terror, a melodic feminine voice reached your ears, slicing like a subtle knife through the high tension. “I have, husband,” the regal woman said, pushing effortlessly past her husband, and gliding down the steps to where the three of you stood like confused students who had landed in the principal's office.
She waved a hand wordlessly, commanding her sons to step away from you. You felt a clutch of panic in your throat as Loki relinquished his grasp, leaving you exposed and small in a world of gods. The queen smiled sweetly to you, said your name slowly, deliberately, then said, “Welcome to Asgard, child. I am Frigga, the Allmother.”
Unsure of what to do or say, you curtsied to the best of your ability in jeans and said, “Your Majesty, I'm honored.”
She gave you a knowing smirk and a wink (so much like Loki's that it made you feel immediately more at ease and familiar). “I apologize profusely for the behavior of the men of this royal house.” She gave a warning glare to both her sons and her husband. “Shame on all of you!” To your surprise, all three of them readily deferred to Frigga's judgment of them, heads hung in embarrassment.
She held your hand with her bejeweled fingers. “I wanted to meet you, my dear, and it will be my pleasure to speak with you soon. For now, please allow my ladies in waiting to attend to you. For now I must attend to some family matters.”
“Yes...yes ma'am,” you said, with another little curtsy.
Loki rushed to your side and kissed your hand, saying quickly, “It'll all be just fine, darling. I promise. Just relax.”
Unsure what else to do, and completely disoriented by this entire chain of events, all you could do was nod as the ladies whisked you away.
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As soon as the human girl was out of earshot, Odin continued, “You idiot children and your stupid...”
“Oh shut up, Odin, you old windbag,” Frigga said with annoyance, and he immediately obeyed. She turned to the princes, arms crossed. “My sons, I know you've both been up to some mischief among the Midgardians, is that correct?”
Thor stuttered out, “Loki was...”
“I said 'you both', Thor. I'm not a fool.”
Thor hung his head like a scolded Labrador.
“Yes, Mother,” Loki said, “I'm afraid we have. It was all meant in good fun. Just a silly bet between us and it seems to have gotten rather out of hand. I apologize and take responsibility.”
All three of them stared at Loki, wide-eyed with overwhelming shock. They expected many things from Loki, but never a direct and sincere apology.”
Thor said, “Norns, you mean it, don't you? What happened to you on Earth?”
Loki rolled his eyes at his brother, but blushed nonetheless.
Frigga nodded knowingly, “And have either of you harmed or killed any mortals in the course of this...prank?”
“No, mother,” they answered in unison, as if they were 8 years old again.
“Alright. And Loki, have you made amends for any chaos you might have caused on Midgard? Have you done at least some good works as penance?”
“I...I think so, Mother. I hope I've done enough. But you might ask the human her opinion on that matter.”
Frigga smiled and nodded with a twinkle in her eye. Like her son, she was impossible to fool; a powerful sorceress, raised by witches. “And so I shall.”
She stepped closer to Odin, whose face had now calmed down to something approaching flesh tone rather than an apple. Offering her hand gently to him, she said, “Husband, I think that is enough of this matter, isn't it. Might we simply call the whole affair settled? Are there not more important matters to attend to than this squabble?”
Odin sighed. “Indeed, my sagacious wife, your wisdom always seems to win the day. And in any case, I can deny you nothing. So be it.” He kissed her hand then began to leave before turning back to his boys with softened eyes. “My sons, I am glad to see you again. I...I was concerned for you both. Please, desist with this foolishness, for the sake of an old man who no longer finds it entertaining.”
They both smirked and said, “Yes, Father.”
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“Well,” Thor said, looking to Frigga and Loki, “that could have gone worse,” and shrugged.
Loki sighed out, “Thor you are an insufferable imbecile,” but pronounced it with a fond smile.
He winked and smiled in return. “You're just jealous. Farewell, brother,” he declared sauntering away.
Once it was only Loki and his mother, he hugged her and said softly, “I've missed you. Thank you for placating him...again.”
She pinched his sharp cheek playfully. “You're lucky I love you so much, my sly little raven. Come with me, we're not finished talking yet. I want you to tell me about this girl.”
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Make. Believe. ❖ Drabbles
Thirst Tweets!
A/N: Y’all, this is just pure silliness between Hange, Levi, and Erwin and I am here for it! Thank you to @littlerequiem @youre-ackermine and @ricecrispiebirb for some of the tweet suggestions! ;-)
Content: Suggestive/explicit language (these are thirst tweets, after all).
Make.Believe. Series
“Yes! Bring on the thirsts, Buzzfeed!” Hange says enthusiastically, rubbing their hands together. “I want the internet’s thirstiest, nastiest tweets.
“I’ll admit I’m curious what people are saying about me on the internet,” Erwin adds. “Levi? What about you?”
Silence.
“…No…”
Hange laughs. “Oh come on, Levi, you know you’re gonna have the best ones.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of.” He crosses his arms.
“Well then I’ll go first.” Hange takes the phone and reads:
I want Hange to probe me like a titan.
“Oh ho ho, now that was a little saucy, wasn’t it? I’ll have you know that my character was not sexually attracted to titans. Just…curious..”
“What about what you said to Pieck? About riding her?” Levi asks.
“That was different. It was Pieck. Next one:”
I would let Hange do anything to me. Truly anything. Hange, if you’re reading this… call me.
“Well, that’s very courageous of you…but you wouldn’t be able to handle me.”
“Yeah, I’m not sure they realize what they’re asking there,” Erwin adds.
Levi laughs. “Or Hange would just make them take field notes all day and be like, ‘you said anything.’”
I have a lot of dreams where I make out with Hange Zoe, and they’re always a little weird, but my parents walking in on us is by far the weirdest. There’s a peek into my psyche for ya!
All three are silent, and Hange just looks into the camera and clears their throat. “I feel like there’s a lot happening in this tweet, and although my character was a scientist, I am definitely no psychiatrist. Next!”
Hange Zoe could slap me with a piece of cheese and I’d be like BLESS YOU HANGE ZOE.
“Why would I slap someone with cheese?? What is happening here?” Hange yells out.
“If you’re slapping someone with cheese, you gotta be using those Velveeta cheese slices.” Levi explains. “Those aren’t really cheese, right?”
“Yeah, they’re imitation cheese!” Hange says.
Erwin agrees. “It’d probably make a better weapon than a food.”
Hange holds out their hands. “Why are we talking about this so much? Now I’m hungry.” They pass the phone to the right. “Erwin, it's your turn.”
“Ok, here we go..” he reads:
Let’s all agree here…Erwin Smith just exudes big dick energy…I’m weak just thinking about it.
He looks up, sincere. “Thank you, yes I do.”
“You’re just rolling with that one, huh?” Levi jokes.
“Yes, I am. Ok, next:”
I want Erwin to sit on my face and ride into battle.
Erwin is silent for a moment.
“It’s a sexual reference, Erwin,” Hange whispers.
“No, no…I know…I just..”
Levi looks at the camera. “You’ve made Erwin Smith speechless, folks.”
“Here, I’ll read the next one.” Hange grabs the phone from Erwin:
I want to eat a rack of ribs off Erwin Smith’s chest. Suck some ranch off them thighs, eat some cupcakes off them nipples just lawd!!
Hange and Levi look at each other, then at Erwin, who sits there with his head in his hands. “I too would like to eat cupcakes off your nipples,” Hange jokes, raising their hand in the air.
Levi joins in. “Me too.”
“Guys, please don’t encourage this. I guess…I’m happy you find me appealing but I don’t know what it would be about me that you’d want to eat ribs, ranch dressing, and cupcakes - specifically - off me.”
“Because you are a delicious, delicious man,” Hange says, then looks down at the phone. “Oh god, please let me read the next one!”
I want Erwin Smith to clone himself and I want Erwin Smith and his clone to Eiffel Tower me.
Erwin’s eyebrows scrunch up in thought. “Wait…what does the Eiffel Tower have to do with anything?” He looks at Hange, then Levi, who is trying hard not to laugh. “Is this something sexual?”
Levi can’t contain himself anymore, and lets out a huge laugh. “Yes, Erwin, it’s sexual! These are thirst tweets!”
Hange has their phone out and then shows Erwin. “Oh….” He looks again. “Oh..”
“Me and my clone, though?” He hands the phone to Levi. “I was wrong..I didn’t want to know what the internet thinks about me.”
“Let’s just get this over with..” Levi sighs.
Best angle to look at Levi? On my knees.
Levi pinches the bridge of his nose. Hange leans over to whisper to him. “It’s a sexual reference.”
“I know, Hange!” He blushes. “Just…next one:”
Can we all agree…Levi Ackerman is the definition of Daddy, right??
“Am I, though? I feel like Erwin is definitely more of a Daddy.”
“Awww, thanks, Levi,” Erwin replies.
“You’re both giving me ‘Daddy’ - there’s enough to go around,” Hange adds.
Levi could punch me and step on me and I would thank him.
“Oh lord…I do one scene where I punch and kick Eren and suddenly everyone’s turned on…”
“When I saw that, I thought it was pretty hot,” Hange confesses.
“His hugs are better than punches,” Erwin adds.
“Ok, ok, enough you two…”
I’m gonna get Levi Ackerman’s face tattooed on my left ass cheek so I can say I sit on Levi Ackerman’s face all the time.
Erwin speaks up. “Oh wow..that’s creative.”
“You really did get the best ones! I’m jealous.” Hange chimes in.
“No…I don’t want any of this..please make it stop.”
——
Hange waves at the camera. “Thanks, Buzzfeed, for having us!”
Erwin smiles and leans forward. “It was an enlightening experience for all of us,” he laughs.
“I will never do this again,” Levi replies with a deadpan expression.
#part 3 of make.believe. is coming out Saturday!#but I hope you like these little fun drabbles#I have one more planned#of interviews at the premiere#aot actor au fan fiction#aot actor au#actor!levi#actor!erwin#actor!hange#actor au#aot drabbles#levi drabbles#sixpennydame drabbles#sixpennydame make.believe.
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I was lowkey in a cult when I was younger because once a week I would go to a hall, in uniform, with several little girls, and we would work towards a common goal (earning badges) and we’d start every meeting with a song where the leaders, whose names we never knew so we called them things such as Brown Owl - it was all owl themed for some reason - would form an arch with their arms and we would all skip through their linked arms whilst chanting about what we were. Then we would recite a promise whilst holding our fingers up in a three fingered salute, I can still remember it and it went like this:
“I promise that I will do my best to be true to myself and develop my beliefs, to serve the Queen and my community, to help other people and to keep the Brownie Guide law.”
Then at the end of the session we would link hands and lift them up and down to simulate bells whilst singing a song that I do still remember that went like this:
“Oh Lord our god, thy children call, grant us life ease, and bless us all, goodnight.”
Then the leaders would say “Goodnight Brownies” and we’d go home like that was normal. Our parents not only knew about this, but fully supported it because where I live that’s just a normal part of childhood that’s looked back upon fondly, and they get these children in YOUNG, the Rainbows are like six or seven, and it’s not just girls, the boys have Scouts. But it’s not just the meetings that were odd, when I was too old to be a Brownie (you can only go when you’re eight to ten years old) there was a special moving up ceremony where I could become a Guide. You might wonder “What’s so strange about that?” Well, after being given a book to read about the mythological story behind the creation and ethos of the group involving a talking owl, the chosen girls would be lifted by the arms by two of the leaders and ‘flown’ over a plastic replica toadstool (I’m in a wheelchair so I just wheeled around it), then they would stand before a fake pond, spin around three times, then recite:
“Twist me and turn me and show me the elf, I looked in the water and there saw myself.”
Then we’d get a badge and people would clap. I thought nothing of it at the time but it was only after I left Guides (I could have kept going and eventually become a leader myself) that I realised just how odd it was. And that was just the modern day, back in World War Two these little girls were used to gather scraps to make weapons as well as to raise money and spread flyers for the war effort. Is it just me that finds this whole thing kind of culty? 😂
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CHRIS STANS RISE!!! WE NEED TO GIVE THAT MAN MORE LOVE AND ATTENTION!!! 😤
Domestic Chris…Because that’s my specialty. 🥹
I see Chris having three kids, two boys, one girl. He’d be the type of dad to push his boys so hard, always expecting the best of the best from them. His daughter as well, but not as harsh. I see them all pretty close in age, maybe 1-2 years apart for each kid.
He’d have his boys do all sorts of sports and activities. Football, baseball, basketball, tennis, track, cross country, you name it, they do it. Chris would also help them practice, especially in football and baseball. His daughter would probably do ballet, tennis, and be in the Girl Scouts with Cecilia, and maybe do drama with Violet as well.
Also, it’s very much cannon that Chris spoils his daughter 10X more than his boys. His little girl wants to go on a Sephora shopping trip? Take his card and go crazy. His boys want to go out with their friends? Here’s $25 for the both of you.
Chris is also such a loving husband. He’d buy you gifts “Just because”. Or if you mention a new designer purse online, it would mysteriously show up on the dining table to greet you when you woke up…With a handwritten note of course. You were very much a spoiled wife, but he didn’t care, you gave him three beautiful kids for god sakes, of course he’d buy you whatever you want.
If there was ever a time any of your boys were disrespectful to you while he was gone, (Because they know better than to mess with their mother while dad’s around.) He’d give them the “You don’t disrespect MY wife.” Talk. Ugh, 😣 give me a chance Chris…☹️
- Anon! 🎀
🎀 ANON I FUCKING LOVE YOU I'VE BEEN WANTING TO TALK ABOUT HIM BUT NO ONE REALLY DOES MUCH IN THE CHRIS TAG ANYMORE AND THAT PLUMMETS MY MOTIVATION!!!
But I'll scream with you anyday bb!!!
(I'm sorry this is so long I just couldn't help myself 😭)
Okay so I've had the idea that Chris met someone with a child from a previous relationship (Your first born son, Let's name him Oliver and call him Ollie for short! He's like 2 years older than Violet. He struggles a bit in school so they're in the same grade, along with his younger brother, after he was held back in 5th and 8th grade but that's okay! Everyone struggles!)
Ollie was like 2 when they first met. Your ex-husband was a HORRIBLE MAN, absolutely terrible to you and the only good thing he ever did was bless you with Ollie. That's it.
Chris and his wife met through work (let's be honest here, how tf else would he meet a woman? Chris is very much a workaholic.) His wife is basically the lead of the BSAA's dispatch response team (Basically what Hunnigan does at the FOS but the BSAA's version) and she's good at her job. Very strong willed and mouthy as a mf. Isn't scared to go back at anyone over the radio and definitely got into it with Chris once or twice before they officially met.
(catch me posting what happened when they met in person the first chance someone asks)
Anyway!!
After y'all start dating it doesn't take long before you introduce Chris to your son and Ollie is just OBSESSED with Chris. Like you've never seen this kid so excited to see another human being until Chris shows up. You two only started dating for a few months and Ollie already calls Chris dad. You try correcting him scared AF that Chris is gonna get freaked out but he's actually super chill with it. He's use to taking care of people, he basically raised Claire after their parents died but this little guy is much younger and a lot more fun and excitable than Claire was.
A few months into the relationship you find out you're pregnant. Chris is excited but also freaking out with how often he's gone. But everything works out and you end up having your second son, Christopher Jr but CJ for short.
You and Chris end up getting married not long after your first anniversary after the babies born. Not making a big deal out of anything just getting papers signed and having a little get together celebrating everything.
2 years go by, Ollie's in Kindergarten and CJ does daycare. You start getting horribly ill out of nowhere. So you go get checked out and oh God you're pregnant again...
(This would be the point in time where Leon starts bugging for another baby with his wife)
9 months of Chris being a nervous wreck fly by and the world meets your daughter, Talulla, Lulu for short.
Chris would be adamant on sticking the kids in after school activities once they're old enough. His boys would do sports and his baby girl in softball and girl scouts so she can hangout with her pseudo cousins. (Her being 2 years younger than Violet and 2 years older than Cecilia) Until her older cousin quits cause girl scouts are for babies (🙄)
Chris and his wife would be UBER COMPETITIVE when it came to cookie selling season. It's all out war between the Redfield's and Kennedy's every year.
I feel like Ollie would also really be musically gifted and play piano for the school choir and musicals. Lulu would Ed up wanting to do drama but be a stage hand or in the costume department. She's actually very shy.
CJ is basically Chris when he was a kid. Always doing stupid shit... Getting in trouble over the dumbest of things but looking out for others. (Definitely beat up that kid who was picking on Violet when they were 7.)
You're getting calls from the school at least once a month because CJ got in trouble for either getting into an argument with a teacher over rules or another kid tried something stupid.
#chris redfield x you#chris redfield x reader#chris redfield x y/n#chris redfield#chris redfeild x reader#🏘️ domestic life with chris redfield
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wait say more about how u use tarot to make ur OCs
oh sure!!
you can basically customize whatever spread you want to whatever project you're working on. i also sometimes use tarot for solving plot tangles or inspiring new plot points.
essentially you make a tarot spread like you're asking introspective questions or questions about the future -- but you're asking questions about a character instead.
then you can write down the results and interpret them based on the card's various potential meanings. tarot is all about using vague concepts to clarify your internal thoughts and feelings, it translates REALLY WELL to writing fiction.
i just pulled out my novel planning notebook and am thrilled to report that i have Pages And Pages of tarot spreads & interpretations in here. not just sol ruby devin and nova's original spreads, but also spreads about their relationships to each other, the environment surrounding them, etc
i'm not gonna transcribe my entire reading and interpretation for all four of the main quartet. i Will say that i pulled nova's cards first, said "these are all so well-adjusted and boring," and then rafi said "but what if she's the antagonist," and...... the rest is history.
this is the spread i used:
core self (one card to return to for their personality or archetype)
childhood (what most impacted how they grew up)
parents (relationship with parents)
education (background in school, study, etc)
friendships (either an important friend or generally how this person does friendships)
sex/sexuality (their relationship to sex and romance, if any)
goal (their overarching narrative goal)
fatal flaw (what will be their downfall)
work (career, attitude toward work, etc)
mental health (is it bad)
how far they'll go (what will they do to achieve the goal in #7)
fear (their biggest fears & how they manifest)
strength (a core character strength of theirs)
the core cards for each member of the quartet are
nova - the star
sol - queen of pentacles
ruby - queen of cups
devin - strength
and again, not gonna post the whole spreads, but. if you do something this involved, you'll find that certain bits will stick out Much more than others. i did these spreads in 2019 and would say a solid 80% of the cards are STILL relevant four years later in 2023. even as the project itself has undergone multiple scrapped drafts and revisions and plot changes.
some example highlights would be:
nova is my main antagonist. her spread is littered with stability, growth, reward, responsibility, opportunities, wishes, potential, dreams, whatever. her fatal flaw is the ace of wands, the fire card, a sign of creativity and passion. her parents are represented by the tower, the most chaotic and destructive card in the deck.
so here we have a woman born and groomed into enormous power by incredibly questionable forces, who has been raised not to care about the destruction surrounding her, and who has lived an Extremely Charmed life. uh oh!
sol's childhood is the seven of swords - betrayal, deception, loss. her friendships are the three of swords - disappointment, heartbreak. her strength is the five of swords - conflict, dishonesty, intimidation, lack of reflection. her fear is the magician - resourcefulness, willpower, desire, manifestation.
and. well. that's my antihero bitch. she sucks so bad. god bless
ruby's spread is much kinder by comparison. a calm childhood with happy parents, friendships and sexual relationships that are focused on partnership. her goal is justice. self-explanatory. her mental health is the four of swords - the exhaustion card. her fatal flaw is the two of wands - plans, anticipation, restlessness, lack of contentment.
so here's this woman who loves so much and so deeply and cares so much about so many things..... and has trapped herself inside a life that makes her fundamentally unhappy. because she can't walk away
devin's fear is the five of pentacles, a card that represents loss. often called The Breakup Card. it can also mean a loss of faith. their mental health is the ten of wands - burdens, responsibility, obligation, burnout. their goal is the knight of swords - ambition, battle, assertion, big changes.
so here you have an exhausted chronically ill mess who's standing alone because they're the only person who can do so, fatally loyal to their loved ones & burning with quiet rage n a desire to rip down the entire system.
like i said, you can customize any spread for any character or relationship. you just wanna ask broad questions about what that character or relationship looks like, and then interpret the cards in whatever way is most inspiring to you! i consider tarot a tool for creativity rather than an end-all be-all of fiction plotting.... take what you like, leave what you don't.
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What If: Gyutaro Edition
DISCLAIMER: THIS WORK IS IN ABSOLUTELY NO WAY CANNON TO DEMON BRIDE AND IS NOT AN ENDING. IT IS A WHAT IF IDEA THAT I THOUGHT WOULD BE FUN TO WRITE. PLEASE KEEP THAT IN MIND GOING FORWARD.
Warnings: Douma IS his own warning. Possibly some innuendos.
If you get the references for Gyu's kiddos you get a cookie.
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How did his life come to this again? He wasn't exactly sure himself...
He certainly wasn't expecting to be sitting here cradling such a small life in his arms. A small perfectly wrapped up combination of blue blankets. A small head nestled outside of them. The small defenseless thing completely asleep to the cruelties of the cold world. Little breaths taken as he knew nothing but slumber despite the messy curls of green locks threatening to accidentally get sucked into the open mouth. A small innocence in the chaos of the man holding him-
"Ni,Ni! Gyutaro, you're not balancing his head up right." A blue nailed hand reached over to push his elbow up higher cradling the infant's head. "Here. You're supposed to hold a baby's head leveled with or higher than their feet. Try this." He let go and rainbow eyes smiled happily at the slightly scared man in front of him. "There you go! I knew you could do it!"
"How do you even know so much about holding babies?" Sickly yellow eyes blinked at the more colorful ones.
"I hold them all the time to bless the newborns and welcome them to the compound."
He didn't question that but the yellow eyes turned to the other infant Douma held in his arms. A mirror image of the son he held only his daughter had a black splotach pattern across her cheek. His scared him at first that one of his offspring had been born with such a marking but found comfort in that her only marking looked so much like a flower unlike the ones that lined out his own body. They were beautiful. Just as he had hoped they would be. Relief flooded him, but with newborns it always was very stressful to handle. Twins were even more of a stress. He was grateful for the constant helping hand of the more experienced Upper Moon.
"Scary Dad!".
Both men's heads turned to a familiar sight. Ah. The white haired boy. Rui walked in ignoring the obvious presence of Douma in favor of walking right up to the skinnier upper moon. His pale hand holding the hand of his one year old brother and technically Gyutaro's firstborn son. The toddler toddled along being led by the eleven year and stopped when Rui did as his older adopted brother looked at Gyutaro.
"Douma and I want to go outside and play. May we?," the spider child asked him.
Douma's smile got incredibly wider from right across from Gyutaro and Rui frowned. Yeah...In hindsight maybe it wasn't a good idea to name his firstborn after someone his eldest disliked but at the time he thought it was a good idea. Naming him after someone who practically raised him and Daki and got them so far in life...Douma was never going to let him live it down however. Always bragging about being 'Grandpa Douma.' The toddler next to him only blinked up with big blue eyes and unruly black hair covering his face.
"No...I'm exhausted trying to watch all of you." Rui pouted and Douma looked at his older brother... before mimicking his pout. He could call it cute if he wasn't so busy trying to watch four kids under the age of twelve. "You heard me. Is Daki back yet?"
His sister had INSISTED on giving Y/n a girls' night out saying that 'she needed a break from mother duties for a bit' and 'he could use a day bonding with his kids.' No way he was ready to handle watching four kids with three being a toddler and two infants yet. Thank the gods Douma was always willing to help him with anything he needed.
In his own words saying, "If you ever need or want any help, just know that you can come to me. I've dealt with many children in my compound and there's many other parents and midwives that would be more than welcome to help teach you."
He definitely has taken up his old mentor's offers of help more than once even if Y/n didn't Always like him spontaneously dropping by Upper Moon Two's domain for surprise visits. But she relented seeing how much he was still struggling with the life of being a new dad.
"Then can I hold Ume or Yushiro?" He held up his hands towards him and the infant he held with newfound awe. "I barely get to hold them anymore."
He sighed. "Fine but sit down and do it. And be careful!"
"I'm always careful!"
Despite him raising a brow he rolled his eyes and relented, gently sliding Yushiro out of his hold and into the awestruck arms of Rui who perfectly cradled him from hours of practice by his mother and plopped himself down right there in front of them. A big smile on his pale features. Hm..Well he'd admit the kid was a pretty good big brother. Douma followed Rui's motions like before and also mimicked him plopping down only to tumble over on accident and then giggle at his mishap like any happy one year old would. Despite himself the actions of the children made him huff and smile the slightest bit-
"Uh oh. Did someone wake up from her nap?," Douma's voice cooed and it made him look over. In his distraction his daughter had woken up and up on seeing that it wasn't her father, mother, or older brother holding her had started to kick up a fuss in Douma's arms. Whining and moving her limbs under the blankets. "Aw. Someone's cranky. Looks like someone wants Daddy."
"Wait. What?"
He didn't even get a chance to say anything else before the smiling blonde was already hoisting the fussing girl out of his arms and plopping her right into a slightly panicked Gyutaro's whom practically froze when the squirming infant was suddenly in his hold. Ume continued to move around making whined of protests before looking back up and pausing meeting his usual terrifying face. She slowly paused seeing him and both just stared at one another for a long moment before the derpy chubby face gave a lopsided smile at him followed by a giggle. Something warm swelled up in his chest and she was held closer to himself.
"Do you need help there?"
".....No." He smiled. For once in a very long time in his long, hard life. A sense of domestic normalcy and pride only he could have. "I'm fine."
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TavTash Tag Game
Tagged in my own game! Thanks @bearhugsandshrugs 🥰
Tell us a bit about your Tav!
This is Tavarina Ammakyl, 30, a Waterdelvian noble, now Grand Duke of Baldur's Gate. Before the Nautaloid she was a researcher and lecturer with the Watchful Order, and had powers granted to her by a mysterious patron that was unlike any other warlock patron she'd heard of. Academia and her patron were Tav's way out of the pressure she was under to marry well as her parent's 'spare' second-daughter.
What alignment is your Tav? How does that align or clash with Gortash? Do they agree with him morally?
Lawful Neutral. Within three months of meeting Gortash she becomes Lawful Evil. She values efficiently, order and rules, and believes those who can lead should step up to do so. She's done some dark things in the name of those values, and Gortash corrupts her into viewing those acts in a positive light. Her clashes with Gortash are less about morals and more about optics; he's just entered a phase of his plan where he can be openly violent (murdered patriars etc) and she thinks he needs to pull back and continue to build his image.
What God does your Tav follow? Is Gortash's position as Bane's chosen an issue?
With where we're at in the fic right now, Tav has just learned that the 'warlock patron' she's worked with for the past decade is, in fact, Bane. Prior to that she'd had blessings from Loviatar but held no real religious convictions. She's been on a similar corruption journey with Bane, at first calling him evil and dismissing Enver's offer to raise a black keep, then realising she has respect for the church's tenets and models them in her own behaviour, before attempting a Banite ritual herself. Gortash's position as his chosen and therefore his position above Tav in the Banite hierarchy is magically enforced, which gives Tav little choice at times.
What did your Tav think of Gortash when they first met? Did they take his offer of an alliance?
She took the alliance immediately, but negotiated him down to killing the brain and using her hero status to further his grasp on the city: being the one to 'save the city' was always his plan, after all. She threw fixing Karlach's engine into the deal too, to get the party off her back. As someone who had been a reluctant leader, only doing it because no one else was willing or capable, Tav saw this as the most logical and efficient way to end things. On a personal level, she was attracted to him and admired his wit and intelligence but didn't trust him at all. Her 'patron' however, seemed to draw her towards him.
How did Gortash and your Tav get together? What do they see in each other?
My friend said they were practically married from the moment they met and yeah, that vibe is there, but it took them quite a long time to actually get together. Tav didn't trust that he wasn't attempting to seduce her into supporting policies she didn't agree with, and when she realised she held more than just attraction to him, she was concerned about how it would look to the patriars. Tav eventually threw caution to the wind after learning the truth about Bane and almost being kidnapped by Wyll.
I think they are quite similar people in their drives towards efficiency, their thirst for knowledge and their complicated relationships with the trappings of luxury. Tav explicitly says multiple times that she's attracted to his intelligence and wit, and honestly he just loves it when she's doing evil shit.
What does the future hold for your Tav and Gortash? Are they in a relationship, a one time thing, are they going to rule the sword coast together or kill each other in a tragic showdown?
That would be spoilers...and require me to know the answer to that question! I'm relatively certain that their alliance will hold, but what form that ultimately takes is still up for debate. And whether they'll rule the sword coast? That depends on Wyll and the Harpers...
I've run out of people to tag in this but please feel free to join in - we want to meet all the Tavtashers! 🖤
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Good evening, my request is for a protagonist who is the daughter of Leviathan and Behemoth. And Ziz's younger sister
Let me explain, well… with the version of the myth that I understand.
God had created three creatures to be tied to the will of his creator, but they challenged him and managed to have free will on their own and decided to live as they saw fit.
Behemoth would travel to the plains he wanted and would populate the green fields that he liked the most, Leviathan would rule the depths of the sea and could devour anyone who trespasses his already marked territory, Ziz would fly through the firmament and cover the sun whenever he pleases and play with the birds that it protects under its shadow.
God got upset and tried to kill these three creatures, but he could only kill Leviathan after sending an angel with his blessing, Behemoth never knelt before his creator and was furious when his partner (Leviathan is female) was killed, Ziz was more fast and never allowed to be reached by any attempt to knock him down.
Well, going back to the request, let's say that Behemoth had a baby with Leviathan, and Ziz took her to a place out of sight of the gods by order of Behemoth, the latter to save his baby was chained by the gods below of the earth and that these will think that only the elusive Ziz was left.
Ziz raised the baby until she became a strong girl, because they can have human form, something like Kobayashi-san's dragons, which in their human forms still have their tails, horns and wings showing.
Ziz, then receives the help and protection of the Valkyries when they find out what happened, giving them a more suitable and comfortable place to live.
How would Poseidon, Shiva and Buddha react if they fall in love with a mysterious woman who is always with the Valkyra as a bodyguard, and then find out who her parents are?
-It had been thousands of years since Ziz, the ruler of the skies, had been seen, hiding away from the eyes of all, gods and humans both.
-Ziz vanished shortly after the gods banded together to destroy their first creations, Ziz himself, Behemoth, and Leviathan.
-They were only successful in killing Leviathan, only because she was in labor with a child, fathered by Behemoth, but she refused to let them know that, as she knew the gods would take and do who knows what with her child.
-Behemoth was captured, chained deep below the earth, captured willingly, so Ziz could escape with his daughter, Y/N, who then hide himself and the child away, taking on a human form to hide his massive form and using his abilities to transform Y/N into a more human-esque form.
-You were an inquisitive child, giving Ziz several heart attacks when your own wings grew in, scaly like a reptile, then came horns and a long tail, all of them making sense when you were able to transform yourself back into your true form, a dragon, covered in F/C scales.
-Ziz taught you to fly, hiding beneath clouds to avoid the eyes of the gods, and he taught you to fight, to defend yourself, and how to be compassionate, teaching you to love, being the best big brother he could be to you.
-Once you were old enough, Ziz told about your parents, about the death of your mother and the sacrifice of your father and his imprisonment.
-You argued with Ziz, demanding that he take you to your father, so you could rescue him, but your brother refused, telling you of the wishes of your father, as he wanted you not only safe, but free, and your freedom was worth his imprisonment.
-You grew into a lovely young maiden, but even in your human form, your tail, horns, wings, and clawed hands remained, but you were bothered by them.
-You were flying high in the sky, flying amongst the clouds, changing the shapes with your speed, having fun when you spotted a maiden on a winged horse, making you blink in awe, as you had never seen another flying creature that wasn’t a bird or your brother.
-You kept your distance, hiding in the clouds, wanting to see more of this maiden and her mount, but you remembered Ziz’s warnings, to not be seen by others.
-After following her for a while, you dove down and took off back home, remaining out of sight, or so you thought.
-When you arrived home you called out for Ziz, letting him know you were home and instantly he charged out of the home, putting himself in front of you, protecting you as you turned, your eyes widened, seeing that maiden had followed you.
-The maiden’s name was Brunnhilde, a Valkyrie, introducing herself as a demigod, and one that hates gods, for their selfish and cruel natures.
-Ziz knew of the Valkyries and knew that she was telling the truth and you were introduced to her, as she knew Ziz.
-She had no idea that Behemoth and Leviathan had a child together, but nobody knew except for the three of you.
-Ziz spoke with her, inquiring why she was out and about, while you were inspecting her horse, stroking carefully and her mount wasn’t scared of you, allowing you to do as you wished.
-She was just out to get away from Valhalla for a bit, getting some fresh air and getting her horse some exercise.
-Ziz was looking over at you, a smile on his face as you fed her horse an apple, a smile on your face, before she spoke, “Would you consider living with us, Sky Ruler, with the Valkyries in Valhalla? The gods know you’re still out there, and I know you don’t want to risk Y/N’s safety, so what is your opinion on hiding right under their noses, with us?”
-He chuckled, smirking lightly at her, amused at her plot, but he could see that she was concerned about you, wanting you to be safe, as she remembers the day Leviathan had been killed and Behemoth imprisoned well, she didn’t want anything bad to happen to you.
-You were in awe in Valhalla, getting to live with the Valkyries as well as Ziz, who became their stablemaster for their winged horses, so he could continue to fly, but told you and Brunnhilde both, that his name was no longer Ziz, but Renanin, to keep himself hidden.
-You weren’t bothered by his name change, as you knew that he and you both were now hiding, just in better living conditions, and your only rule was to not let anyone know who your parents were.
-The Valkyries were quite taken with you, from Brunnhilde, the eldest, to Goll, the youngest, as Brunnhilde had confided in them of who you and Renanin both were.
-Renanin could handle himself when it came to fighting the gods, if they ever figured it out, as his power grew with age.
-You however, were still considered quite young, despite being around for centuries, and although way stronger than you let on, they all wanted you safe.
-You were never seen without a Valkyrie by your side, sometimes with more than one of the sisters at a time.
-Nobody knew who you were, besides the Valkyries, many gods had seen you around, and they knew you were a dragon goddess of sorts, but other than your name, they knew nothing about you, and several were curious about the mysterious maiden that was constantly guarded by the Valkyrie sisters who never seemed to let anyone get close.
-Poseidon- You were different, you seemed to radiate power, he could tell by your aura that you were very powerful, but also so unique with your dragon like features. You were unlike any maiden Poseidon had ever laid eyes on, and adding on the fact that you were guarded by the Valkyries so fiercely, he wanted more, you were like a treasure being held just out of reach. The Valkyries were respectful to him when he approached but he knew they didn’t want him around you, not trusting him as his temper has been known to violent at times. He surprised all of them by speaking quiet with you whenever he came around to visit, gifting you shells, being… gentle! Even Zeus was shocked by his brother’s actions towards you, teasing Poseidon who got defensive and threatened his brother with violence. He found it a bit amusing when you took him flying, him riding on your back after you turned into your dragon form, in return taking you to the ocean. Many thought it was cute, seeing the god of the sea courting a flying dragon maiden. When it was slipped, completely by accident by Renanin, Poseidon was stunned, to learn you were the daughter of the first lord of the sea, your mother Leviathan and Poseidon thought it was amusing to see him and the Valkyries ready to throw hands with him to keep you safe, thinking that he was going to threaten you. Poseidon agreed to keep quiet, asking for nothing in return except for being able to still speak and hang out with you, which shocked many, some thought he was going to take you and out who you were to everyone, while some were thinking he was going to blackmail them for his silence. Your relationship with Poseidon was slow, he didn’t mind, as he had all the time in the world, plus it gave him more chances to prove to the Valkyries and Renanin that he wasn’t going to betray them or you.
-Shiva- He had seen you in passing, walking with Thrud who was showing you around, he had done a double take when he first saw you, the dragon parts of you catching his eye first then your beauty. You were so unique! Parvati, Durga, and Kali all saw you as well, taken with your looks as well and they were quick to approach, greeting you warmly. Thrud didn’t seem too bothered by the three goddesses as you introduced yourself and they returned it, the five of you talking warmly with each other, as she knew that she could easily pull you away if you felt uncomfortable. Shiva was a bit intimidated to approach, even though he was married to three of them, but you were in awe of his own unique features, five eyes, purple-blue skin with tattoos, and he had four arms! You were adorable to all of them when you asked Shiva why he needed so many wives, Parvati giggling warmly at you, before he just grinned, “I’ve got lots of love to give!” all four of them were so nice to you, and Thrud took a step back, letting you do as you please, trusting your judgement with these four. They all seemed drawn to you, to your uniqueness, and they had so much fun riding on your back after you changed into your dragon form, flying high in the clouds above with them, letting them play with the clouds. The Valkyries were hesitant with your growing relationship with the four of them, as was Renanin, your brother inquiring if you were okay joining a relationship where a god had four wives already. You were hesitant, but at the same time, they made you feel so welcome, they never made you feel like the oddball out when you were with them. It was your brother who accidentally let it slip who your parents were in front of your partners, all of them gawking in shock at you before your brother stood in front of you, ready to defend you. However, Shiva wasn’t bothered, as he had not participated in the events that had befallen your parents as he saw nothing wrong with them, and all four swore to keep your secret, wanting to protect you, as you were the fourth wife to be and they weren’t going to betray you.
-Buddha- Had met you only in passing at first, sensing your power and interested in your wings and tail, but didn’t go out of his way to seek you out, at first. The Valkyries had no issues with Buddha, as he was the same, hating most of the other gods, and he didn’t abuse his power like they did, so when he started to come around more, they were a bit more laid back. The same couldn’t be said for Renanin, who only saw Buddha as a man going after his little sister, which the Valkyries thought was rather cute. Buddha was very laid back but enjoyable to be around, and you were one of the few people he shared his snacks with. He found your reactions cute when you would try something new, seeing your eyes sparkle and the blush on your cheeks. He couldn’t imagine a life without his snacks, especially sweets, he was distraught to find out that you grew up without these things, only being introduced to them when Buddha gave them to you. Flying with Buddha had been eventful, when it was around Valhalla he found it enjoyable and fun, but when you went higher, into the clouds, he was hugging you so tightly, afraid of falling off. Buddha wasn’t even alive on earth when your parents were killed and captured, so when you told him of your lineage, he wasn’t overly bothered, he wasn’t going to say anything that was going to risk your safety, plus it was another middle finger to the other gods in power. You adored Buddha, enjoying any time you spent with him, and he felt so at ease with you, except when flying, that’s when he would pout and refuse anything to do with you, which was amusing to you.
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based on your asks responses & characterization of yuuta this is what i’ve gathered — yuuta is like that one high school senior who looked at the new coming freshman’s & just adopted them on the spot. there’s no out. now his friends sees the kid & adopted them too. it’s a family now. a very young, close in age family. (i was yuuta in this situation 😔 i was use to be megumi in this situation but i carried the tradition out. as i should. high school & middle school was wild.)
YUUJI THOUGH. we will probably never see him in your sea glass garden au but your asks is killing me. like his one sided beef with yuuta? he’s just like me fr. i too would fight over megumi if it comes down to it.
i just know yuuji thought that yuuta & megumi was a thing at first cause of the whole “his boy thing”. i know he screamed into a pillow about it. i know he went to gojo to ask for permission to court megumi & gojo was flabbergasted at such a medieval act so he had yuuji do the dumbest shit to get his blessing (ha).
i just know nanami is sighing at the idea of his son yuuji being a jealous little brat because of his other son yuuta. i just know yuuta was so confused until he witnessed yuuji & megumi awkward ass flirting. i know he acts like a little shit to get on yuuji (& sukuna) nerves.
you know what. this is my jujutsu kaisen. this is my sorcery fight. gege who? i only know you. PLS TAKE THE PEN FROM GEGE.
Yuuta is absolutely that senior who adopted that new student and made a little family. That is His Kohai now okay megumi is their collectively raised flour sack baby and they will kill for him.
Yuuji came back to life finally met the second years had just leveled up with his cursed energy and gained a new dad got his old friends back he was so so ready to go live his best life and then his new self appointed brother opened his mouth and started rhapsodizing about some impossibly beautiful and perfect man named okkotsu yuuta and yuuji is absolutely whacked in the face a la rubber squeaky hammer that there’s some gorgeous son of a bitch out there already living his best life.
His death sentence was overturned. He’s so powerful that he can save everyone if he wants. He is the legally adopted child of Nanami Kento. The curse attached to him 1) actually liked him and 2) moved the fuck on which some people (Sukuna) could take a few notes on.
Fushiguro Megumi is his boy.
This could not have devastated him more thoroughly. Even his newly acquired self appointed brother thinks okkotsu yuuta is the perfect man, which he manages to express at length in between warnings from the second years that Yuuta’s going to fly back from Africa purely for the sake of kicking his fucking ass for touching His Boy, which yuuji simply cannot handle.
Yuuji lowkey had a new lease on life and thought “hey! Fushiguro tried to kill someone with an elephant for me! Maybe I have a shot and he’ll let me hold his hand!” and then there’s god’s perfect man off in Africa who’s enticing megumi away from movie marathons with his fucking FaceTime calls right when yuujis almost hyped himself up enough to try the yawning arm stretch thing.
He spends at least three weeks trying to figure out if Megumi’s His Boy because they’re in a long distance relationship and it only ends because maki starts finding it more annoying than funny and establishes that it is not in fact a romantic arrangement. She thinks. (Okay it’s still kind of funny.)
Yuuji resorted to a terrible wikihow on how to get someone to date you and it insisted “get their parents approval” was his in and gojo could NOT have been more of an asshole about it. Nanami had to intervene to get it to stop. He is very tired and very confused. Why are you so upset about okkotsu he’s a lovely young man why is this making you more upset
Of course if yuuji ever found out that megumi became Yuuta’s boy after Yuuta personally restarted his heart he’d instantly understand why everyone acts like Yuuta’s the best thing since sliced bread. He is that amazing.
Yuuta and Megumi are completely oblivious to all of this.
Gege pls call me I just want to help gege pls
#sea glass gardens#just remember YOU can forcibly displace gege and turn the creative property over to me#I will be making several. SEVERAL. changes.#yuuji absolutely goes back into his room and screams into his pillow over Yuuta#he was going to try to hold Megumi’s hand and Megumi left to go talk to Yuuta just because he was ‘calling all the way from Africa’ and ‘the#movie ended five minutes ago why were you just sitting there looking like you were really stressed are you okay itadori’#nobara is exhausted just watching this#she’s the most homophobic lesbian alive why do lgbtq things happen to people who don’t deserve it#god she just wants a girlfriend with a sword and these fucking assholes are the ones who get their high school romance they don’t even#APPRECIATE the gay things happening to them#ignoring all canon since we’re never getting there in sea glass gardens#when Yuuta’s coming back from Africa Megumi’s very simply stating that Yuuta’s an important person in his life and he’s glad yuuji wjll#meet him soon which might as well be a DECLARATION OF UNDYING LOVE yuuji has a total crisis#yuuta gets off the plane and fucking hugs megumi yuuji had to get boyfriend privileges to do that who is this son of a bitch#gojo watching this: do you think I can get yuuji to wash my car again if I tell him I’ll distract Yuuta so he can take Megumi on a date#Nanami: why on earth would okkotsu need to be distracted for that to happen#gojo: that’s the beauty of it it is in no way necessary but yuuji doesn’t seem to know that
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Like Real People Do, Chapter 1
Gale Dekarios x Named! Tav
Synopsis: Seraphina has spent the last 2 years trying to wield her wild magic as life keeps trying to knock her down. After being infected on the nautiloid, she's been presented with her biggest problem and greatest adventure so far. Through the trials of trying to save herself and the city she calls home, she makes new friends, falls in love, and begins to finally understand what it means to trust in luck and her lady Tymora.
Already posted this to ao3 and I'm re-learning Tumblr after years away, so it's time to put this here!
Notes: It's my first time publishing my writing on the internet in almost a decade, but the BG3 brainrot is real and has demanded it.
Learn more about my Tav, Seraphina.
Includes dialogue directly from BG3.
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Chapter 1: Friendly Competition
The gentle hum of the river. The quiet crackling of the nearby fire. The subtle rustling of the leaves as the wind gently blew.
Seraphina leaned into the ambiance around her in camp as she kneeled in the sand on the riverbank and did her nightly prayer to Tymora, her Lady Luck pendant clutched tightly between her hands. Her faith in Tymora had, admittedly, started to waver in the last few years, but the latest state-of-affairs that Seraphina had been thrust into truly made her feel as if the entire foundation that she had been raised on was crumbling.
Just three tendays ago, Seraphina had set out from her parents’ home in Baldur’s Gate for yet another contract with plenty of blessings and well wishes from her family — in fact, an overabundance of them since the last time she left home, she ended up in Avernus. A tenday ago, she had stopped in the city of Yartar for supplies when the nautiloid appeared above the city and began abducting people off of the streets. Now, every plan she had for her life had seemingly evaporated with the death sentence of a mind flayer tadpole in her skull. Her magic and her goddess couldn’t save her, or perhaps Tymora refused to intervene.
The tiefling wanted more than anything to turn tail and run back to the warmth of her family while she still had time left. But that wasn’t what a Hellwhisper was supposed to do. None of her siblings had ever abandoned one of their adventures, no matter how perilous it became.
But none of them had ever encountered a mind flayer or been infected with a tadpole, Seraphina thought bitterly.
Seraphina wasn’t quite sure what to make of the situation she had found herself in, much less of the people who had, for better or worse, become her traveling companions: the gith, the fellow tiefling who had fought on the frontlines of the Blood War, the mysterious cleric, the righteous warlock, the flirtatious pale elf that had recently revealed he was actually a vampire, and the gods damned egoistical wizard of all people.
Seraphina had encountered her fair share of wizards on her adventures and wasn’t a huge fan of them. They all thought they were better than Seraphina, a natural-born sorcerer. Gale honestly didn’t seem too different as he carefully and pointedly distinguished himself from Seraphina when it came to conversations about magic around camp. She had to fully bite her tongue to keep from snapping at him when he made a remark about her wild magic after fighting the goblins at the gate of the Emerald Grove, when mid-battle a wild magic surge enlarged everyone around Seraphina.
They have no idea who I used to be, Seraphina thought as she closed her eyes for longer, clasped her hands tighter, and prayed harder. My Lady Tymora, this trial has to be over now, surely? Have I not shown my perseverance and dedication in the face of the most bizarre odds and chances? Is this wild magic truly the best way to serve you, even now with a tadpole in my head?
Selfishly, a new reason she wanted her old magic back was to prove herself to Gale. Unfortunately, he had taken up a lot of her headspace since their first meeting.
“Hello! I’m Gale of Waterdeep,” The newly appeared man shook Seraphina’s hand as she looked, befuddled, from him to the portal in the rock that she had just pulled him from.
“Apologies, I’m usually better at this,” Gale scratched the back of his neck sheepishly.
“At introductions?” Seraphina joked, brushing dirt from her robes that had appeared after she and Gale fell to the ground.
“At magic,” He smiled. She felt her heart skip a beat.
“Well, I’m Seraphina…of Baldur’s Gate. Pleasure to meet you, Gale of Waterdeep,” She awkwardly replied. If she was telling the truth, she felt every usually charismatic bone in her body turn to mush as she took in the tall, handsome man standing in front of her. And she could feel the very essence of magic flowing around him? What a catch.
“I hope I’m not interrupting anything,” came a voice from behind Seraphina. She whipped her head around and saw Gale approaching with two quarterstaffs in hand.
“I was just finishing up,” she smiled.
“Praying for Tymora to send an overdue stroke of good luck our way, I hope,” Gale grinned.
“Fortune favors the bold, Gale. Lady Luck will help us find this Halsin and return him to his Grove, curing our tadpoles along the way. She’s never failed me before,” Seraphina replied as she rose to her feet and walked over to him, putting her Tymoran necklace back around her neck.
“Have you followed Tymora your whole life?” Gale asked.
“Yes. As my sisters and brothers did before me, as did my parents, grandparents, and their parents before them. We were all raised in the same temple to service Our Smiling Lady,” Seraphina said excitedly. “But I imagine you’re not here to listen to me babble on about my goddess. Is there something I can help you with?”
“I could listen to you talk for hours, Seraphina, but yes, there was something,” Gale replied, blissfully unaware that he was making Seraphina blush furiously with such a simple statement. “With your natural gift of magic and less of a talent for a blade, I was hoping that you might be in the mood to help me with a small task,” Gale grinned.
“And what would that be?”
“Would you be amenable to a little friendly sparring to cap off our night?”
Seraphina laughed. “I would be, but I’ll have you know my weapon of preference is a glaive.” She thought sadly of her favorite glaive that had slipped from her holster as she sprinted to try and escape the tentacles of the nautiloid. It had been a gift from someone she would rather forget, so maybe it wasn’t too much of a loss.
Gale turned and led Seraphina closer to an empty patch of land near the campfire.
“I will have to keep my eyes peeled for a glaive then, my dear sorcerer,” Gale continued. Seraphina felt her face grow hot and she tried to ignore it as he handed her one of the quarterstaffs.
Seraphina braced herself firmly on her feet, the quarterstaff diagonal to her body, and carefully lowered herself into a defensive stance. “Give me all you’ve got,” she curved her hands, beckoning him.
Gale started with a swing directly at Seraphina’s legs, which Seraphina smoothly dodged, dragging her feet along the dirt in a simple arch. She immediately retraced that arch and, with a thwack, hit Gale on the back before spinning and resuming her defensive stance a few feet behind him.
“I said ‘give me all you’ve got,’ wizard,” Seraphina teased. Gale winced as he stood and turned to face her. “I take it you don’t have too much combat experience?”
Gale chuckled. “Wizards have towers for a reason,” he replied, carefully dodging a direct answer as well as a swing from Seraphina. “I assume this isn’t your first perilous adventure?”
“Far from it. I’ve used magic and a blade or two to fight pirates,”
Gale swung and Seraphina blocked with her quarterstaff, immediately pushing back and swinging at his ankles. He jumped over it.
“Hags,” Seraphina curved her body in a crescent shape to avoid his next attack.
Seraphina swung upwards, knocking Gale’s staff out of his hands, and placing the butt of the staff against his chest. “And I was fighting for my life in Avernus not too long before the nautiloid,” Seraphina finished.
She was crouching down and looking up at him. They were both breathing heavily, having already been exhausted from today’s events of defeating the Harpies at the Grove. Gale looked down at her and Seraphina’s breath caught in her throat as she took in his features, illuminated by the campfire. The gray hairs that blended in almost seamlessly with his long, thick brown hair. The orange of the fire made his brown eyes look like they were blazing.
With Gale’s slightly lifted eyebrows and intense gaze, she could detect a swirl of emotions in his eyes. Admiration. A little fear?
“You like to live dangerously,” Gale said breathlessly.
“High risk, high reward,” Seraphina laughed.
She felt a singular bead of sweat drip down her neck and chest, disappearing behind the laces of her nightshirt, and she watched as Gale’s eyes followed it. Seraphina suddenly felt like her entire body was itching as she shifted. Gale’s eyes snapped up to meet hers and he instantly flushed , taking a step back and ending the moment that truthfully only lasted mere seconds. She turned, picked up his staff, and thrust it into his hands.
“Again. I want you to knock me down or disarm me before we finish,” She smirked.
It took 30 minutes and several tries, but as Seraphina’s eyelids grew heavier, finally, Gale did it. With a firm sweep to the back of her calves, she tumbled to the dirt and, as she fell, Gale knocked the staff from her hands. He mimicked her earlier movements, pressing the end of his staff against her chest.
“Mragreshem,” She playfully cursed at him as he chuckled.
“Mission accomplished,” Gale proudly smirked. Seraphina nodded, panting. He reached out a hand to help her up. She took it and as he helped her up, she swayed backward.
Gale’s hand pressed against her lower back to steady her, and she leaned forward, Seraphina’s hands landing on his chest. With how close he was, she inhaled his intoxicating scent of parchment, books, and sandalwood. Her eyes caught his and he smiled at her when, suddenly, the markings on his chest, neck, and face began to glow a dull purple.
Just as quickly as he caught her, he stepped away, still smiling, but he looked like he was in pain, his eyes squinting as if he was holding back a wince. The glowing ceased. Seraphina’s eyes widened as she realized there was something magical in Gale’s chest.
“Gale, are you alright?” Seraphina stepped forward, a hand outstretched and Gale subtly leaned away.
“Perfectly fine. I believe I have kept both of us from sleep quite long enough. Thank you for helping me get a little bit sharper in my staff handling,” He smiled.
“You’re welcome. Good night, Gale,” She returned his smile. Gale nodded curtly and Seraphina could’ve sworn he nearly ran into his tent. She was no stranger to rendering people speechless, but Gale seemed positively terrified of her.
She stood there for a moment, processing before she turned to head to her own tent.
What if he’s not usually attracted to tieflings? Does he act nice with me and the other tieflings at the Emerald Grove just to turn around and call us foulbloods behind our back? Seraphina thought.
As she was about to enter her tent, she noticed Astarion out of the corner of her eye. He waved her over and Seraphina crossed the camp to stand before him.
“I thought the wizard might keep you occupied all night. You know, I’ve been thinking about you.” Astarion grinned. “And that delicious moment we shared the other night.” Seraphina felt her stomach flip. She had butterflies around Astarion, and she couldn’t quite tell if it was exclusively because of his flirtatious way of speaking, or the fact that he reminded her of someone she shouldn’t still allow to be occupying her thoughts.
“The moment you bit me?” She asked.
Astarion nodded. “The very same. I’ve had this condition for two centuries, but truth be told?” He broke their eye contact and fiddled with his fingers. He took a deep breath. “You were my first.”
“What an esteemed honor. I hope my blood was satisfying,” She smiled.
“You were delectable. And now I just can’t help but wonder how the others taste.”
Seraphina dramatically gasped and clutched at her heart. “You’re looking at other necks? I’m hurt,” She pouted.
Astarion, for how prickly he was at first, was truly quite silly beneath it all. It only endeared Seraphina more.
“Don’t worry, there’s enough of me to go around. I’m a man of tremendous appetites,” Astarion smoothly replied. The way that he looked at her from under his lashes made her feel like lightning was coursing just underneath her skin. As she held his gaze, Astarion’s eyes began to shift from their beautiful crimson to the bright blue ones that haunted her dreams. She blinked a few times to push the image away.
“In the spirit of theoretical questions - if you had to take a bite from one of our companions, who would it be?” Astarion mused.
“Ah, I love pondering hypotheticals with you in the dead of night,” Seraphina laughed, recalling when he asked how she would like to be killed. “Gale, no question.”
“A refined palate, but such an underwhelming answer coming from you, darling,”
“And what makes you say that?”
“I took you for someone who likes to take risks, live dangerously.”
“Would Lae’zel have been a more acceptable answer? Or you?”
Astarion smirked at her. “Darling, don’t expose all your lustful desires at once. Let’s try to leave room for a little suspense,” he winked.
Seraphina grinned wickedly. She hadn’t had fun like this in so long.
“Silly me. The buildup is the best part,” she whispered flirtatiously.
“If you think the buildup is the best, wait until you experience the conclusion I have in mind,” Astarion quipped. “But it’s late. I’d better go find something I can sink my teeth into. Sweet dreams,” Astarion brushed the back of his hand down Seraphina’s arm as he turned and headed into the woods.
“Good hunting!” She called out after him.
Sleep came easy. She knew that she couldn’t allow herself to develop feelings for anyone or get attached, not with the tadpole threatening all of their lives.
But wasn’t that all the more reason to have a little fun?
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Daddy
(Not sexual. Don’t even think it.)
Inuoka x gn!sugawara!reader
Your brother had been a blessing.
You had just planned to celebrate acceptance for your doctorate program, go out for the night, and… nine months later you had a baby you had never planned on. The other parent wanted nothing to do with him, so Eijirou was yours, and yours alone.
It was such a stroke of bad luck to your mom- you had always been the good child. Always careful. Always working hard. You graduated high school early while taking college courses.
You were years ahead on your career path than all of your peers.
But once you held your son, you didn’t think it was bad luck at all. You were burning yourself out along the way, and that small, fragile being reminded you to appreciate little things and live your life while you can.
But you also worked twice as hard so you could give him the life he deserved.
Your brother was like a guardian angel. While you changed to night courses to complete your degree, Koushi moved into your apartment. He took care of your son while you went to class, would spend his days off with him so you could catch up on sleep. He never complained, raising Eijirou like a son rather than a nephew.
But eventually your degree was finished. You needed to find full time care so you could work during the day when you were needed. Koushi loved Eijirou nearly as much as you did, but he taught kindergarten. Eijirou wasn’t old enough for school yet- he was only three.
So instead he found you a day care, apparently a kid he used to play against in high school was one of the teachers, but what mattered was that your brother trusted him. And if Sugawara Koushi trusted someone to take care of the kid he loved like his own, they were probably a safe bet.
So you marched into the office, hoping to enroll your son on your day off.
And you met Inuoka.
As he looked at the forms you’d filled out, he muttered to himself, “Sugawara… why does that sound so familiar.”
“You’re probably thinking of Koushi. He went to Karasuno.”
“Right!” He grinned, “The setter. I only had a year against him, is he doing okay?”
“Oh, he’s great!” You smiled back, “A teacher at a local elementary school actually.”
“Glad to hear it.” He seemed so nice. No wonder Koushi liked him. “Your son’s name is Eijirou?”
“Yes.”
“And it says that you need day care services as soon as possible?”
“Not every day but…” you sighed, “Honestly, I raised him through getting my degree, I have to take whatever shifts the hospital schedules me for, at least until I prove myself, and Koushi can’t watch him during school hours.”
“That’s no problem.” He stood from the desk, gesturing out the door, “Let me show you around, you’re welcome to bring him by first thing in the morning to start here.”
Inuoka showed the school with a childlike enthusiasm that reminded you of Koushi, it was obvious why he wanted to work with kids.
But where Koushi made you feel familial pride, you could feel your chest tighten around Inuoka. So you shoved that feeling away.
You were not going to crush on your son’s day care teacher.
But that didn’t stop you from gushing to your brother about who cute he was.
From the first day for weeks Koushi took to dropping your son off at day care, most times he picked him up too. Sometimes you were able to, mildly flirting in joking ways. Just some fun banter.
The trauma head worked you to the bone so much in the first few months of residency that even though you were technically at work during the day, you felt like you forgot what the sun looked like.
No matter the time or level of exhaustion, when you finally made it home you would spend playing with them.
It never occurred to you that people misread your family situation until you finally got an afternoon free and went to pick up yourself.
Inuoka saw you before Eijirou did, sending him to grab his lunchbox, “I wasn’t expecting to see you today.” He laughed, “Your husband has been around so much.”
“My-“ you snorted, “No, no, god no. Koushi is my brother.”
“Oh.” His eyes widened, cheeks flushing in embarrassment, “I am so sorry.”
You waved him off, “I don’t know if you remember him- Daichi? The old captain at Karasuno back when Koushi played? They are dating.”
“That makes so much sense.” He smacked himself on the forehead as Eijirou came running back out.
“Bye daddy Inuoka!”
It was your turn to burn red, “Eiji! How long have you been calling him that?”
Your son cocked his head, “What’s wrong? Uncle Koushi says I can because you want him to be!”
“Oh, that’s it. Say goodbye to Uncle Koushi when you see him because I’m gonna kill him.” You huffed air, terrified to look at the teacher that still beside you after your son’s exclamation.
He just knelt down to Eijirou’s eye level, “Usually people are married when you use words like that, bud.”
But your son was nothing if not a traitor, “But I’ve heard you talking with Miss Yei! You said you like (paternal address) and think they’re pretty!”
Inuoka turned nearly as read as his old Nekoma uniform, but he powered through, “Then how about we start with me asking them on a date, and we’ll go from there?”
“Can I come?”
You could’ve sworn your brother described him as easily flustered and awkward and shy back in the day. But right now he shot a smirk your way. “If they say they want to go, I don’t see why not.”
Great. So much for not crushing on the day care teacher.
(By the time Eijirou was old enough to sit in Koushi’s class, Inuoka had proudly taken the title of his dad.)
Masterlist
#haikyuu#haikyuu x male reader#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu x gender neutral reader#haikyuu inuoka#inuoka sou#inuoka x reader
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please send a prayer for me. i’m a first time mom and i’m about to give birth to a baby boy this coming december. i feel anxious and scared at the same time. i’m always praying everytime i feel those and claim peace to Jesus. i want to have peace that i can trust Him, i can trust my body because He made it and i can trust his grand design with birthing, praying to trust that he will give knowledge to all the doctors who will hold me & my baby. pregnancy humbles me so much and made me realize i can only relay on myself in a certain amount of time but not in everything.
Thank you for sharing this and congratulations! This is wonderful news. I have prayed for you, to raise this baby for the glory of God and to teach him Scripture and to emulate what it is to follow/love Christ with our heart, mind, and soul (Mark 12:30).
Motherhood is precious, it is beautiful. Besides coming to know Christ, my second most grateful aspect of life I am grateful for is: being a mother to my child and fostering children in difficult circumstances for a few years. Truly, knowing Christ is paramount and the most important and secondly for me, relationships, specifically relationships in the home. Being a mother is a joy, and yes, it can be heart-work as well and the first year it can be less sleep, but the Lord has bestowed this upon you and it is an honor and it is worth it. Oh, it is a great joy to be a mother, but it can also be scary. One thing I did was write letters to my baby while she was in the womb and even after, letters about my desires for her life (most importantly to know Christ as her Savior and walk with Him all the days of her life). I would encourage you: keep it simple with motherhood, we don't need all the stuff/complications we think we do. It's like our walk with Christ: keep it simple in the sense of focusing on His finished work on the cross on your behalf (you're saved! It is finished!) and be in His Word daily and pray to live out what He has taught you in His Word. Oh, it's really simple in a way, isn't it? Motherhood can be like that–joy, simplicity, forgoing the bells and whistles of what the world and others say, and keeping it about love, nurturing, closeness, being there for them, being present emotionally/mentally/physically/spiritually, and as you mention, relying on Christ in motherhood. We need Him as our Heavenly Father (parent) to show us how to parent. His Word reveals wisdom in how to parent.
Congratulations! Blessings upon you and yours!
"When the child was weaned, Hannah took him to the Tabernacle in Shiloh. They brought along a three-year-old bull for the sacrifice and a basket of flour and some wine. After sacrificing the bull, they brought the boy to Eli [a priest and a judge of the Israelites in the city of Shiloh, ancient Israel]. 'Sir, do you remember me?' Hannah asked. 'I am the very woman who stood here several years ago praying to the LORD. I asked the LORD to give me this child, and He has granted my request. Now I am giving him to the LORD, and he will belong to the LORD his whole life.' And they worshiped the LORD there." 1 Samuel 1:24-28
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this was supposed to be on kanato's bday but here goes nothing~
and yes this is dedicated to @hgug255
BONUS CHAP: hidden in a maze, wrapped around petals (Diabolik Lovers x Game of Thrones AU)
pairing: kanato x maya (my oc) [note: I used Maya's real first name here since it fits the au more]
STORY MASTERLIST
King's Landing has been in a festive mode because of the triplets' name days, and what way to celebrate their birth by rejoicing in their glorious feats and proudly speaking of their prowess as Karlheinz's sons?
How ridiculous, Kanato thought sitting by the staircase and watching how these people bark a laugh every now and then and make merry to one another. They did not come for our birthday. They came for the honor of their house and the blessing of our father.
It wasn't anything new for him, to be honest. After all, the three of them never delighted in these occasions. While their parents would force them to greet their guests and exchange a few pleasantries, they would still go on their way to avoid these events as much as possible. And thankfully, Kanato can hide by the staircase to just observe people.
Ever since he got his powers, he's seen everyone's past and future, which caused him anxiety and dread. Hence, he resolved it by sitting in one corner, minding his own business so he could hear no one.
Kanato sighed, his eyes bored, clutching Teddy to his chest and wishing the party would just end so he can lock himself up in his room and take a rest from all these things happening lately around him.
Parties.
War.
Mind games.
Peace treaties.
Deaths.
I've had enough.
"K-Kanato-sama," a feminine voice squeaked in fright, fully aware that the middle triplet was someone you should never bother during events like this.
He sighed in frustration, glaring at the poor maid. Why can't anyone just leave him alone? "What is it?"
"S-Someone left a note for you," the maid explained, handing the piece of paper to him. "S-S-She said you need to read it immediately."
Kanato narrowed his eyes at that, snatching the paper from the maid as she frantically left before he raised hell. Sighing, he unfolded the paper and read the contents, only to be surprised at what he read:
"Meet me at the garden.
- Mariya."
And so he left Teddy by the pillar and rushed towards the castle's garden maze, confused and enthusiastic at the fact that his fiancee decided to meet him in secret. Truth be told, the Feinze clan is notorious for its strict wedding traditions. During the long period of engagement, the bride wasn't allowed to meet the groom outside the Feinze castle premises until they get married. After all, the clan believes that the gods will punish those who defy these traditions.
Hence, Kanato spent his time going back and forth to meet Mariya. They would even go as far as to send each other letters, especially whenever he's travelling somewhere away from King's Landing.
Furthermore, the groom was not allowed to see the face of the bride until the wedding day. That's why whenever he visits her, there would be a silhouette partition separating them from each other.
And to think she went all the way here from the Highgardens to see me. She must be out of her mind, he thought turning on each and every corner of the garden maze to search for any sign of a smaller girl with long hair and pale skin (this was based on how his advisors described her).
Kanato was running out of patience, cursing to himself as to why Mariya made him run all the way here... until he finally saw her.
She was dressed in their usual Eastern gown and robes, her black hair decorated with red camellia ornaments as it flows down her back. There was a crest of the Feinze house on her belt, probably to make him recognize her in one glance. Nonetheless, Mariya was the epitome of a delicate mysterious lady from the Highgardens, donning a mask on her eyes so she would still retain the secret of her identity to Kanato.
Kanato panted for air, trying to catch his breath as he asked, "Why?"
"I..." she started, her cheeks blushing as she tried to find the words, "I wanted to see you—"
"No," he hissed, waving a dismissive hand. He walked towards her, his face inching closer to see the girl behind the mask as she tried to hide it. "I'm well aware of that fact. I wanted to know why."
"'W-Why?'"
"Why did you defy your house to meet me?" he clarified. "Your house is adamant about following the principles of the God of the Light. Yet, here you are sneaking out to meet me," then he muttered the last words, "and on my name day, nonetheless."
There was a momentary silence before she gained the confidence to speak.
"Your letter," she mentioned, remembering how the words seemed so sad and lonely when she read it. "I received your letter about your name day, and you told me no one has ever come for you and your brothers' name days just to see you."
Kanato's eyes widened in realization. A few days ago, he informed her he wouldn't be visiting her for a while because the House Sakamaki is preparing for their 18th name day, and this event was important because it's their second coming-of-age ceremony after joining the war 10 years ago.
And to think she defied her house—and even the gods—just to see me.
Kanato sighed in frustration. This girl will be the death of me. Then he shrugged. Well, she's already here now. Might as well make the most of it.
"Since you're here, I suppose a reward should be in order," he said, forcing himself to look indifferently even though he was quite happy that someone came specifically for him on his birthday. "I'll give you anything you want for today."
Mariya's red eyes widened in astonishment, seemingly anticipating this moment. "Really?"
"Well, hurry up or I'll change my mind."
Mariya thought for a moment since this was a once-in-a-lifetime request. After all, Kanato wasn't the type of person to let people get close easily. He's always wary of them no matter how nice they are.
After a few minutes, Mariya has now determined the reward she wanted from him, inching her face towards him as her eyes closed, sharp inhale of breath, and then time stopped. Everything was a blur as she laid her lips on top of his, quick like a feather brushing his skin. To say Kanato was surprised is an understatement. He was completely frozen at the gesture.
What in heavens—
Mariya pulled away as fast as she could, embarrassed and blushing at the fact that she made the first move. And she was aware it was unbecoming for a princess like her. After all, she is supposed to be wooed, not to woo a boy who is still thinking about a woman he was previously engaged with.
Kanato clicked his tongue in response, the fleeting kiss still reeling in his mind. "Why did you kiss me?" he asked, sounding a bit annoyed even though he wasn't, not even in the slightest.
"Because... you told me you'll give me anything I want today," she reasoned out like it was plain day.
"But you gave me a kiss, remember?"
"It might look like that, but the point is, you gave me a chance."
He raised a brow at that. "A chance for what?"
"I wanted to have a chance to convey my feelings for you," she started to explain. "I know your mind and heart still belongs to Lady Krestenne," her heart felt like a hard lump at that, "but I wanted you to know that someone attended your name day because they have sworn affection for you, not because you bear your house's name."
There was sincerity and clarity in her words, taking Kanato in a trance of realization.
She embodied the meaning of her name.
True love.
Ah, no wonder why. It fits her perfectly.
"I-Is that okay? Or... was it too forward of me?" Mariya started to panic, thinking things would not end well, and her engagement with the middle triplet might get called off. "I'm so—"
"... enough."
"Eh?"
He stared through her deeply, snaking an arm around her waist and placing one hand on her cheek. She was startled at the contact that she instantly held on his shoulders (soon, she will scold herself for this lack of tact).
"It's not enough."
And he kissed her deeply, memorizing her taste and how their lips molded against each other. His tongue would tease her every now and then, savoring the sweet moment of this bliss they call "love." Kanato knew this was the thing he had wanted for so long.
True, he used to go after Krestenne as she was his first bethroted. But that was then, and this is now. Now is when he was kissing the life out of Mariya.
But Mariya wasn't as experienced as him, trying to regain her breathing, but every time she would pull away, Kanato will just keep coming back for her taste.
More.
His arms are now around her waist as she tangles her fingers in his hair.
MORE.
His lips move down from her lips to her chin, peppering her skin with kisses until his breath ghosted her neck.
MORE.
And ever slowly, Mariya felt his fingers trying to undo the ribbons of her belt, which compelled her to gently push him away and prevent things from going further. There was a dazed and confused look on his face, questioning her motives.
"I... I wanted this as much as you do," she clarified, composing herself despite being a blushing mess. "But... I think this is not the right time."
Kanato was about to retort a childish spat until he finally understood what she meant.
Her family must be looking for her now.
He sighed in frustration. "I'll be visiting you again after a few days."
She nodded, gently taking his hand in hers as she kissed his cheek. "I hope you enjoyed your name day today."
"Oh, Kanato-kun, there you are!" Laito greeted from their shared study room. It has become a habit of the triplets to gather there, especially during big events. "But where have you been though?"
Ayato looked annoyed though, observing as the middle triplet walked towards them like he had done nothing wrong. There was something weird because Ayato saw Teddy by the pillar earlier and Kanato returned from the opposite direction of the hallway.
"The old hag was pissed though, looking everywhere for you so you can grant the guests a song," he informed. "You're lucky 'cause Gramps had to cover for ya."
"Ayato-kun's right, Kanato-kun," Laito chided, looking mischievous as usual so he can get information about his previous whereabouts. "You should thank old Gramps there or you might be in trouble."
"There's no need to worry. I just went somewhere to talk to someone," Kanato explained, not bothering to fill any missing details lest he wanted other people to find out about him and Mariya breaking the strict wedding rules.
"'Someone?'" Laito repeated, aware that their brother is not someone who makes friends that easily. "Is that person a friend?"
Ayato chuckled. "Don't tell me you went out your way here just to get your gift?"
Kanato smirked at him, hugging Teddy close to his chest. "I did."
Both brothers were surprised at that. "Did you like the gift? Laito asked.
Kanato nodded in delight. "Very, very much."
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