#jogging over to you beaming and asking how you’re doing and you’re like ‘i’m the one who’s supposed to ask YOU that red’
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Let’s Ditch (JJ Maybank x Reader)
Word count: 1.4K
Summary: JJ convinces you to ditch school with him and go out on the boat, only for the two of you to get stranded
Tags: fluff, friends to lovers, love confessions, kissing, just some overall sweetness
A/N: first fic of the year 🫶 wanted to start off on a nice note with some simple fluff
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“Please, please, please—”
“Oh my god, JJ, fine!” you agreed, finally breaking.
He’d spent the last few minutes doing everything in his power to persuade you to ditch the rest of school and go out on the HMS Pogue with him.
After nothing else worked (asking nicely, bargaining, bribing), he resorted to begging. Relentlessly.
And, just as JJ had hoped, he wore you down before you could go to your next class.
“You’re the best!” He smiled, beaming with victory.
Sneaking out of the school was easier than it should’ve been. The two of you simply walked off campus and found where JJ parked his bike.
He put on his sunglasses and grinned at you. You rolled your eyes and bit back a smile. You were already having fun, you always did with JJ.
You climbed on, sitting behind JJ. You locked your arms around his waist when he told you to hold on tight. He revved the engine then took off well over the speed limit, leaving the school behind. He was going so fast he had to hold onto his hat with each turn, and the wind drowned out your laughter.
It was a short ride to the Chateau, and soon enough the two of you were hopping off. JJ left his bike in the yard and jogged to catch up to you, swinging an arm over your shoulders. Your face heated up as he hurried you both down the dock.
You lifted your hand to shield the sun from your eyes, watching JJ get the boat in the water.
“Does John B know we’re here?” you wondered, other hand falling to your hip.
“C’mon, you know he doesn’t mind!” JJ called back, hopping on to the boat. “Let’s go!”
That wasn’t exactly a “yes”, but you still stepped on, taking JJ’s hand to do so.
“Such a gentleman,” you commented lightly.
He responded, “Only for you.”
JJ went to the wheel, driving the two of you away from the dock and out into the marshes.
The further you got, the more relieved you grew that you were out of that boring school. You did your best to take it seriously because it was supposed to be important, but you missed summer break already.
“Can I drive?” you asked after a while, forgetting the story you’d been in the middle of telling JJ.
“Of course,” JJ said dramatically. He stepped back from the wheel, making way for you. He took off his sunglasses and shoved them onto your face. “You might want these.”
You laughed, adjusting them.
“Thank you very much.”
JJ grinned. “No problem, Captain.”
“Captain?” You hummed. “I like the sound of that.”
That was your last comment before you went full throttle. JJ held on tight, turning his red cap backwards to keep it from flying off his head. You had to grip the wheel tight to stay standing, both of you whooping and hollering at the speed.
Except, you didn’t get far. In a matter of minutes the boat was sputtering to a stop. That quickly killed the yells and grins of adrenaline.
“So, um, we’re out of gas,” the blonde declared when he returned from checking the tank.
You crossed your arms and leaned back against the wheel, knowing you weren’t going anywhere.
“Well, how much was in it when you first checked?”
JJ looked guilty. The fuel gauge was busted and John B had to get it fixed, so recently you’ve been having to check manually.
“Um, about that… I might have not checked.”
“You didn’t check?”
“Did you see me check?”
“So, let’s recap,” you started, holding your hands out. “You convince me to go on the boat and then you forget to check if it had any gas in it?”
“That pretty much covers it, yeah,” JJ replied to your sass with an equal amount.
“A+ planning,” you quipped.
“Wow, my first A+,” he joked, and you couldn’t smother the grin that started to form. “I’m sorry about the gas—we can call Pope, see if he can come bring us some.”
“It’s okay,” you assured him. “Although there’s no way Pope is leaving class early to rescue us.”
As it would turn out, you were right. You got lucky when you called him because he was between classes, so he actually answered. However, he said he could come get you but he wasn’t going to leave school early. That was after he called JJ a bad influence on you.
JJ couldn’t argue with that.
It was close to the end of the school day, so you wouldn’t have to wait too long for him, but it would still be over an hour.
You ended up sitting on the deck facing one another, trying to keep low to avoid the sun. You went back and forth talking about anything and everything and you had to admit, it was better than being in class. Then again, being with JJ was one of your favorite things, so it wasn’t a fair competition.
“No way you think C.H.U.D. is the best horror movie,” you argued when he brought it up.
“I’m pretending I didn’t hear you say that,” JJ shot back. “Why do you think I bring it up all the time?”
“Okay but that doesn’t make it a masterpiece just ‘cause you talk about it. That’s like saying being a mortician is the best job ever just because Pope always talks about it.”
JJ’s smile grew and you gave him a look.
“What?” you wondered, noticing the expression.
“This is nice,” JJ said, causing you to laugh.
“Arguing about movies is nice?”
“Well, yeah. It’s been so long since we’ve hung out,” JJ said with a shrug. Clearly it had been on his mind. You opened your mouth to counter, but he continued. “I mean, I see you everyday because of school and stuff, but I feel we haven’t really hung out just us in a while.”
You frowned a little. “It’s not like I don’t want to, it’s just been a busy month…”
“I know, I don’t blame you,” JJ assured. “I just miss you.” He hesitated before continuing. “A lot. And I was gonna tell you all that today, but I didn’t imagine it being because we were stuck out here getting sunburned.”
You gave him a curious look. “You didn’t have to bring me out here just to tell me you wanted to hang out more.”
JJ snorted. “It wasn’t just that,” he revealed. “I wanted it to be just us and not have an excuse to back out…”
“Back out? You’re not gonna push me overboard, are you?” you teased, and you and JJ both laughed. “Because I can swim, y’know.”
“Not my plan at all, but nice to know that’s where your mind goes.”
You relaxed with the taunting as you asked, “So what is it, then?”
JJ fiddled with his hands, eyes flicking away from yours for a minute. You watched him carefully, wondering where he was going with this.
Before he could continue, you heard a boat approaching. You got to your feet and so did JJ. The two of you spotted Heyward’s boat with Pope on board heading towards you.
“Hey there!” you called, waving to Pope. He waved back. You looked at JJ and saw his expression shift. “Wait, what were you gonna tell me?” He bit his lip. “Come on, don’t back out. You said you weren’t going to, so what is it?”
“Right, okay,” he said, getting a bit antsy. “What I was gonna ask is… will you go out with me?”
Your brows shot up.
“Like a date?”
JJ smiled sheepishly. “Exactly like a date.”
“Okay,” you answered, a smile overtaking your features. You didn’t even hesitate.
“Okay…” he repeated, like he couldn’t quite believe it. “Okay—yeah. Awesome!”
The two of you chuckled at his excitement, and you stepped closer to him.
A silence fell over the two of you and you knew you were thinking the same thing.
JJ leaned in to kiss you, and you met him halfway. Your lips fit together perfectly, but it didn’t last long.
“Hey guys!” Pope called, pulling the boat up next to the HMS Pogue. You and JJ turned to look up at him, seeing the amused face of your friend and a gas can in his hand. “Am I interrupting something or do you still need rescuing?”
You and JJ exchanged a look before JJ replied.
“Both.”
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Wednesday x reader - what to call you
Anything where everyone just refers to y/n as Wednesday’s girl? Like they don’t call her by her name just ‘Wednesday’s girl’ Like ‘have y’all seen Y/n’ ‘who’ Y/n’ ‘Y/n?…ooh you mean Wednesday’s girl’? - Anon💜
You had promised your best friend Enid that you would help her study for some upcoming tests.
But she couldn’t find you anywhere, you weren’t in the dorm with Wednesday reading, you weren’t in the library, the quad or with Principle Weems.
So where were you?
Sighing, she trudged back into the quad and dropped herself next to the small ground sat by the fountain.
“What’s wrong?” Ajax asked quietly.
“I can’t find (Y/N), have you seen her?”
Everyone shared a look, and Xavier put his sketch book down as he tilted his head a little in confusion at the werewolf.
“Who?”
“(Y/N), you know, werewolf, always reading, kinda quiet, also has earphones in.” Enid said.
Everyone shook their heads giving small shrugs.
Enid sighed and ran a hand down her face, you hung out with them all the time, how did no one know your name.
“She went to the Rave’N with Wednesday?”
Ajax clapped his hands together with a huge grin on his face as he nodded his head.
“You mean Wednesday girl?!” He rushed out.
“Oh! Wednesdays girl! Yeah she has counselling.”
Enid chocked on her drink at the name they had for you and grinned from ear to ear.
“Wednesdays girl?” She asked.
“Yeah, well we tried asking her out, same with Tyler apparently but she turned all of us down. And Wednesday has a murderous look whenever we get close to her.” Xavier explained.
“Yeah, she shortly after Wednesday agreed to go to the dance with her we started calling her Wednesdays girl and I guess we forget her name.” Ajax grinned sheepishly.
“Wow, kinda rude.“
Ajax and Enid let out a small scream as they turned around to find you stood behind them.
Putting your bag on the floor you sat between the two boys and crossed your legs, pulling one of your earphones out.
“Sorry…” Xavier and Ajax mumbled.
You shrugged a little bit as you started to pull some books from your bag, handing one of them over to Enid.
“But I’m not Wednesdays girl. We went to the dance, that’s it, she hasn’t really said anything to me since.”
“Seriously? You can’t believe there’s nothing there.” Ajax said.
You gave another small shrug and opened a text book, handing it over to Enid.
“That’s my notebook, this is the first page you need to study, I’ll explain anything you’re confused on.“
“Thanks!” She beamed.
You began reading a novel, laying your head on Xavier as he picked his sketch book once more to carry on drawing.
“So you haven’t tried asking Wednesday what you guys are?” Ajax asked.
“Yeah, I think it would be a good idea!” Enid beamed.
“I don’t want to make her uncomfortable. Whatever we are is up to her.” You mumbled.
They nodded their heads and dropped the subject, but they were sticking by the nickname.
Wednesday walked into the quad just in time to overhear the last part of the conversation and she furrowed her brows lightly.
You looked so comfortable laid over Xavier, you looked relaxed and the soft smile on your lips told her that you were.
She stood there just watching, unsure of what to do.
She didn’t like the fact you were laid on the boy, but she also had no reason to stop you.
You weren’t dating her, and she hated the fact that she hated you being so close to the trio, always with them but barely spending time with her.
When you did you were quiet, hardly speaking.
Yes, she enjoyed silence, but she wanted you to talk to, she just didn’t want to admit it, so she let it carry on.
She didn’t see you until the next day, you were getting ready to head into Jericho.
“Can you get me some candy?” Enid beamed.
“Yeah and me!” Ajax nodded.
You chuckled softly and nodded your head, tossing your bag into the back of the car.
“Sure thing.”
“Thanks Wednesdays girl!” Ajax grinned.
He jogged away while Enid stood there to see you off, and without realising Wednesday appeared next to her.
“Where are you going?”
Enid screamed a little and placed a hand over her heart.
“Jesus Christ Wednesday.” She huffed.
“I’m going to therapy, then to do some shopping. Principle Weems is taking them.”
“I see. I’m coming.”
Wednesday climbed into the car and sat next to you, and when Weems got in she nearly screamed when she noticed the gothic girl.
“Wednesday Addams out.”
“I’m coming, I require a few things.”
“Then (Y/N) will get them for you, out of the car.”
Wednesday didn’t say anything but the pair of them had a silent staring contest for a few minutes.
Finally, the older woman sighed and turned to you.
“Will you keep an eye on her?”
“Of course.” You nodded.
Weems sighed and finally she nodded her head, driving the pair of you into the town.
You attended your session first, Wednesday simply stood outside waiting, arms crossed over her chest.
She ignored the whispers and cruel comments from people passing, her eyes fixated on the doors as she waited for you to come out, and half an hour later you did.
Giving her a gentle smile, you tossed your bag into the back of the car and waved to Weems as she drove away, saying she’d be back in a few hours and go behave.
“Where do you need to go?” You asked quietly.
“Nowhere, I need to to you?”
“Oh, okay.”
You guys began to wonder, and you waited for Wednesday to speak first.
“Why did Ajax call you Wednesdays girl?” She asked.
You froze for a moment before you carried on walking, stuffing your hands into your pockets and burying your nose into your hoodie.
Wednesday looked at you, she could see the embarrassment on your face at the question.
“I think it’s because we went to the dance… they all do it… I’ll tell them to stop.”
Wednesday stopped walking this time, and so did you, turning around to face her, giving her a small look of confusion.
“Wednesdays girl…” she mumbled out.
You averted your gaze.
“I don’t like it.”
“I’m really sorry.. they’re just messing…”
Wednesday looked up, connecting her eyes with yours in a gaze you just couldn’t look away from.
It was one of those gazes that she showed rarely, not full of boredom, or hate, or annoyance, full of though, slight wonder and compassion.
“I would prefer to call you Amore mio if that is okay?”
You titled your head a tiny bit, pulling both your earphones out as you looked at her.
“What does that mean?”
Wednesday said nothing, but she walked closer and out your earphones back in.
“Your hearing in sensitive, don’t be stupid. Keep them in.”
You nodded and watched as she walked away.
You were still confused but you decided to drop it and carried on shopping.
The moment you both got back to Nevermore she was gone, and you sat with Ajax as you gave him the candy he asked for.
“Hey can I ask you something?”
“Sure, what’s up?” He asked.
“What does Amore mio mean?”
Ajax shrugged and typed it into his phone, showing you the results.
“Why?”
You smiled softly and shook your head as you stood back up.
“No reason, I’ve got to go.”
“See you later Wednesdays girl!”
You ignored this and headed up to Ophelia hall, lightly knocking on the dorm door as you waited.
“Yes?” Wednesday asked.
“Is Enid here?”
She shook her head and stepped back, allowing you to come in before closing the door.
“You can wait.”
“Actually… I wanted to see you…”
Wednesday turned back around and walked back over, staring at you intently.
“What?”
You leant forward a little, lips brushing the corner of her mouth before you pulled away.
“I’d like for you to call me Amore mio, only if I can call myself yours…?”
Wednesday didn’t need to think before she replied.
“Yes.”
You beamed, casting your gaze to the window to watch the moon start to rise and you smiled at her.
“I’ve got to go, but I’ll see you tomorrow morning.”
Kissing her cheek, you rushed away, and Wednesday couldn’t help the small twitch of her lips as she watched you leave.
You were hers now, now when people called you her girl, they were going to know you really were
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Roy’s first month of managing Richmond, he still wakes up at 4 a.m. every morning.
There’s no reason for it; work doesn’t start until 8 and he doesn't need to do extra training sessions with Jamie any more. But his body can’t break the habit, so he lies in bed and stares at the ceiling.
4 a.m. is when night is over but morning has not quite begun, when the world is quiet and distant and there is room for thoughts which would otherwise be unthought and feelings which would otherwise be unfelt.
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4 a.m. is Jamie flinging open his front door with a big grin and a stupid head torch, saying, “Morning coach!” and bounding off with such enthusiasm that Roy has to scramble to keep up with him.
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4 a.m. is the team finally calling it a night after celebrating a tough win, Isaac and Colin with an exhausted Sam between them, Jan Maas giggling, and Dani coming tearing out of the club yelling “Back to the hoteeeeeeeeeel!” and everyone running joyfully after him. Everyone except Jamie, who is leaning against the wall of the club and watching Roy with a hint of a smile.
“Fucking what?” Roy growls.
“You’re doing good. At this manager thing, I mean. The boys like it when you come celebrate with us.”
-
4 a.m. is sunrise over Richmond Park, the trees swaying in the breeze, deer leaping away in the distance, a blanket of silence muffling London’s ever-present hum of traffic. It is Jamie’s contentment as he runs, the way he springs forward to meet every step, with the rays of the rising sun painting streaks of red and gold through his hair.
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4 a.m. is the time the team bus breaks down and strands them in a field in the middle of nowhere, and most of the lads are asleep in their seats but Roy finds Jamie sitting a little distance away on a grassy bank, looking up at the sky.
“Proper good view of the stars here, innit?”
Roy cranes his neck to take in the view of bright white points splashed across the darkness. He hums and lowers himself to sit next to Jamie.
“That one’s Rigel.” Jamie points. “And over there, that’s Betelgeuse. About to go supernova and everything. It’s gonna explode and take out everything around it, but after that, it’ll leave behind a cloud of dust n shit which’ll make new stars. Mental, right?”
Roy glances at him sideways. “How d’you know all this shit?”
Jamie shrugs one shoulder. “Me mum used to take me to the observatory as a kid. Said it was good for my cultural development. But I think I just liked the view.”
Jamie is staring up at the stars, but Roy is looking at Jamie’s face, soft, open, and full of wonder.
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4 a.m. is a stupid time to be doing this. Roy stands in front of Jamie’s door and hesitates before knocking. Who the fuck shows up out of the blue at someone’s house at this hour? But he’d woken up early again and the world had seemed grating, like something important was missing, and almost against his will his feet had carried him here.
He knocks and, much quicker than he expects, the hallway light flicks on and footsteps thump down the stairs. Jamie opens the door fully dressed and wide awake, and beams.
“Morning coach! You want a cup of coffee?”
Roy blinks. “Aren’t you going to ask me why I’m here at this ridiculous time?”
Jamie's forehead wrinkles. "I'm sure you've got a good reason."
“I couldn’t sleep. Can’t sleep, I mean. I still wake up at 4 a.m. every morning."
Jamie nods. “Yeah. Me too.”
"I -" Roy squirms, hating feeling so visible. "I miss this."
Jamie looks up at him, surprised.
"I miss you."
Jamie blushes, then fidgets with his sleeves. "You see me every day."
"It's not the same though. I miss starting my day with you."
"Oh." Jamie's cheeks are blotched with pink. "We could go for a run together? Do some training?'
It's tempting. Roy could say yes, and they could jog around the park, and it could be like it was before. A little piece of familiarity in a season of changes.
But that's not what Roy is here for.
"I don't want to train," he says, and Jamie's face falls.
He steps closer, right up to the doorway, a mere few inches between them. He reaches out, stopping himself just before his hand lands on Jamie's chest.
He looks up, meets Jamie's eye, makes sure he knows what Roy is offering. His hand meets Jamie's chest, solid and warm. "I want something else."
"Oh." Jamie scarcely moves, has to remind himself to breathe by the looks of it, and then one of those soft, beautiful 4 a.m. smiles spreads across his face and he steps back to open the door. "Then I guess you'd better come in."
#a time of day that's arse o clock in the morning is something that can actually be so personal#roy x jamie#royjamie#roy kent#jamie tartt#ted lasso#my writing
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could you write something about drummer!james or bassist!remus? I’m spiraling about them…
for example one of them teaching reader how to play their instrument omg or performing and seeing r and forget their cue and the other band members are like??? I love your characterization so much!!
thank you!! I’ll never turn my nose up at rockstar! marauders
“Faster.” James mumbles, concentrated on the encouraging pressure of his fingertips into your wrist. “Yeah, you’re doing it!”
You sit on the tiny chair with him, back pressed firmly into his chest. He’s warm and broad, letting the expanse of his arms engulf around you and connect around your wrists. Faster and faster the vibrations of the drums bounce around the empty stage and arena as he helps you create a sound melody.
“You did it, baby!” He laughs, slowing to a stop and smooshing a kiss into your cheek squarely.
“Doesn’t that hurt your wrist?” You question, peering up at him. Your wrist aches.
He shrugs it off. “It used to, sure, but now I’m used to it.”
“D’you hear that, Rem?” Sirius chokes a laugh. “He’s ‘used to it.’”
James scoffs. “Oh, bugger off.”
The boys roll their eyes, trying to mind their own the best they can. You can tell Remus wants to say something, to quip towards Sirius, but they hold strong. It’s silly watching them force their eyes away from the sight that is you and James. The air has stilted and you shuffle in his arms.
“I think it’s cool.” You shrug quietly.
James beams, his shiny smile contagious. “Well if you,” his fingers tickle your sides. “think it’s cool, then I might as well not worry.”
“Why would you worry?”
“I want you to think I’m cool.”
“Do you?”
“Um,” he scoffs. “yeah, duh.” He says it like it’s obvious.
You smile. “Duh.”
“I’d quite like you to think I’m cool.”
It makes you giggle. The look on his face. Sitting in a wide arena, equipped to the thousands with empty chairs that’ll be filled with wild adoring fans in an hour, he wants your approval. He wants you to think he’s cool. It’s so preposterous it brings a smile to your face. He’s walks with a swagger, talks with an undertone that can only be classified as raw kindness. But strip him down and it’s just a boy. A boy who wants approval, and from you no less.
“What?” He laughs.
“I wanna be you when I grow up.”
“That’s a new one.”
You laugh, leaning into the expanse of his chest. “Or maybe morph into you.”
He squeezes you at the morbid thought. Like if he’s hard enough he can grant you your wish. Secretly, he wishes it too. “Not close enough.”
You agree, wrapping your arms around him selfishly to steal some time when you know he should be rehearsing. He’s so warm like this, and soft. Strong and built, but comfy to embrace. You could stay like this forever.
“Get a room.” Sirius drawls, tapping his mic.
Remus adjusts the strap of his bass. He doesn’t feel strongly about the situation at hand, but he supports Sirius anyhow. “This is a new low.”
James doesn’t seem perturbed. “You guys are so jealous.”
“Do you guys want hugs too?” You ask, peering up at the standing musicians.
“Um, yes?”
Sirius jogs over, pulling you up from the warmth of James and into his. His hug is more possessive, and you suspect he’s making a sort of face at James behind you. Softly, you bring your hand up into his hair to pet him and pants like a dog, mimicking their labored breathing.
“Good puppy.” You laugh.
“Smells like one too.” James jabs.
You’re pulled from Sirius to Remus swiftly. He picks you up off your feet and you wrap your arms around his neck securely, your giggles startled.
“Okay,” James moans annoyedly. “This is my girlfriend.”
“And she has things to do.” Comes Lily from the curtains. She stands impatiently, clipboard on her hip.
You peak up from Remus’ neck to Lily, ignoring exasperated James behind you. “You need a hug too, Lil’s?”
“No.” Though she bites a smile back.
“Oh, come here.” You pull from Remus to jog over and bind her in a tight hug. She laughs, hugging you back as best she can with one arm. Kissing her cheek quickly, you turn to James. Blindingly bright with your smile. “I’ll be in the audience tonight.”
“I don’t get a goodbye kiss? No good luck kiss or quick snog?”
You run over, sliding your hands over your boys cheeks like puzzle pieces. Bending down, you murmur about forgetting something before kissing him. He grips the fat of your hip as you bend to his lips, molding it into his large hands. It’s nowhere near chaste, but it’s still not enough for the love stricken boy. He pulls you closer, attempting to deepen the kiss.
You pull back breathlessly, guiltily. “See you tonight.”
He sighs, loosening his grip. “I’ll find you in the crowd, superstar.”
You beam at the name. “Goodbye.”
“Goodbye.” James frowns.
“Jeez-us!” Sirius claps his hands. “The woman as things to do!”
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.Irminsul stash --Traveler_Inventory
You and Scaramouche head over to ask the Traveler for some groceries
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Notes: SAGAU without cult shenanigans, mostly filler chapter. sorry for the long hiatus!
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As much as you enjoyed spending your time running around Teyvat in-game, nothing quite prepares you for how vast it actually is.
Of course you’ve known that, logically speaking, it’s impossible to correctly scale an entire city using a limitation such as video game engines. You are still knocked completely off your feet at the sight of the sprawling verdant domes and alabaster walkways of Sumeru City.
You jog down from the Sanctuary doors and lean over the railing, eyes tracing the knotted branches of the Great Tree where they mesh flawlessly with the infrastructure of the city. The scale of things is easily dozens of times bigger than what is shown in-game, and despite the beautiful graphics it has, the game definitely cannot do justice to the sheer variety of buildings and people that make up Sumeru City. Unable to help yourself, you make wordless noises of awe as you take in the scenery.
“You’d think you’ve never seen a city before,” Scaramouche’s deadpan voice states from a few paces behind you, where he’s lazily following you down the ramp. You turn and face him, taking note of how he’d removed the colourful belts, ropes, and other identifying markers of his outfit, leaving only his bodysuit and black jinbei. He looks deeply annoyed by this state of undress, so you wisely choose not to mention it.
“I mean, I’ve never seen it like this before,” you agree, gesturing to the skyline with a wide sweep of your arm. “Like, I’ve seen some of it from a certain, uh, distance? But seeing it in person… Wow. Just doesn't compare.”
Scaramouche says nothing as he finally comes to a stop beside you, arms crossed as he surveys the view. After a few seconds he snorts derisively. “Looks the same as it always does, to me.” He scoffs. “Come on, we don’t have all day.”
You let him drag you down the rest of the ramps until you both meet the pale bricks of the main road. You follow him as he leads you, presumably, to wherever the Traveler is staying. Your eyes wander aimlessly, taking in the sights.
Something tugs at the gem of your shirt and you stop walking, surprised. When you look down, you see a small child with dirt stains on their hands and knees, and a streak of dirt across their face. The child beams up at you, holding out their closed fist and shaking it at you.
“Oh, hello. What’s up?” You ask, crouching down beside them. You hear a noise of disgust from Scaramouche, which you wave off in favor of giving the child a smile. “Anything I can help you with, buddy?”
The child shakes their fist again and you finally get the message. You present your own open hand, palm upturned, and the child drops whatever they’re holding into it. They scamper off quickly before you can say anything, so instead you peer at the tiny object in your hand.
It’s a small stone, with a very simplified carving on it. It appears to be some writing, and an angular leaf shape. The marks are gibberish to you, but surely it has significance of some kind, so you pocket it and stand back up. You give Scaramouche an apologetic grin, to which he simply rolls his eyes and continues on.
The walk is, understandably, much longer physically than it is in-game, and you find yourself a little winded by the time you’re anywhere near the Grand Bazaar. You do eventually get to a building that you (very, very vaguely) recognize as the inn the Traveler and Paimon stayed at during the Sabzeruz Festival arc, and you huff a sigh of relief that the long stroll is finally over. Before you can even approach or knock, you’re bowled over by a flying white mess of limbs.
“Creator! You’re here!” Paimon squeals in your ear as she tackles you to the best of her ability, and you wince as she excitedly hugs whatever part of you she can reach. “I’m so glad that stupid mean puppet didn't kill you yet!”
Scaramouche makes an offended noise at that last remark and flips Paimon the bird.
“Yeah, here I am!” You laugh after untangling her from around your head and pat her head as the Traveler joins her, looking a little worse for wear. Their outfit is a little stained in places, and bears some signs of scorch marks at the edges.
“Good timing, we just got back from our morning commissions,” they say with a wave. “I didn’t think you’d be out and about so soon, is there anything you need help with?”
“We want your ingredients supplies.” Scaramouche blurts out, interrupting any of your attempts to phrase it in a nicer way.
“All of them?!” Paimon gasps, absolutely devastated. You quickly step in before Scara can say anything else.
“No no! Just a little bit,” you reassure the sprite, then address the rest of your request to the Traveler with an affable shrug. “If you have anything to spare we’d really appreciate it. We don’t exactly have a lot of food in my teapot yet. Or, uhh… Any food, at all.”
“Oh!” The traveler smacks their forehead with the heel of their palm. “I didn’t think of that, Your Grace, I’m so sorry!”
“You really don’t have to call me that,” You laugh awkwardly at the title and volume at which the Traveler said it, conscious of the curious glances your little group has attracted. All around you you begin to hear indistinct murmuring, and you frantically hope they’re not talking about you. “And, uh, don’t worry about it! It’s a bit short notice, I get it.”
“As long as you leave some for us, it’s no problem!” Paimon says as she recovers from her shock. The Traveler turns to her with a sly grin.
“As long as they leave some for you, you mean?” They tease, to which Paimon splutters in protest. The Traveler gently pokes her cheek while she throws her tantrum.
“Can we take this inside?” Scaramouche asks waspishly, stopping the pair’s bickering for a moment. “Or literally anywhere else? Maybe you two enjoy being ogled like zoo animals, but I personally don’t appreciate being eyed up by the unwashed masses.”
“How rude! You haven’t learned a single thing, have you?!” Paimon scolds, turning her wrath on the harbinger.
“Actually, I agree,” you give a halting laugh as you step closer to the building. More and more eyes are turning toward you. You give the crowd an awkward wave, and suddenly the murmurs turn into a clamor as people begin to understand your identity.
“Oh, whoops,” the Traveler says, grabbing both your hand and Scaramouche’s bicep. Paimon quickly gets the idea and grabs onto the sleeve of their outfit. “Time to go!”
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You spiral back into existence high above the streets of Sumeru, close to the Akademia front doors, having been forcefully teleported as a group with the Traveler. They set you down gently, while simultaneously dropping Scaramouche like a sack of potatoes.
“Ow! Hey, watch it!”
“Are you alright, Your Grace?”
Three pairs of eyes watch as you dust yourself off and give a cheerful thumbs up. “All good!” You announce. “Let’s talk groceries, shall we?”
In the end, the Traveler decides to give you and Scaramouche three bags of dry products—things like fruits and veggies, rice, sugar, coffee beans, and cured meat—and promises to stop by your teapot sometime later in the week to deliver cold foods and more fresh produce.
“I’m sure some of this probably isn’t what you’re used to in your world,” the Traveler says apologetically, giving you a wry smile. “If you have any questions about it, I’m sure you can ask Wanderer. He’s been enrolled in some cooking classes for the past few semesters, so he’ll know what he’s doing.”
“Hah! As if.” Scaramouche snatches the last bag of groceries out of their hands with a sneer. “That weakling is going to be out running errands for Buer’s every whim. Do you really expect him to be around long enough to cook adequately? I’ll handle this.”
The Traveler only raises a single eyebrow at the declaration, then shrugs. “Suit yourself,” they chuckle. “Just don’t poison the Creator, I guess.”
“Can the Creator even get sick?” Paimon asks, hovering around you and inspecting you closely enough to make you ticklish. “I’m not sure gods are supposed to be able to get sick, you know!”
“Well, we don’t want to find out!”
“It’s fine, a little food poisoning won’t kill me,” you reassure the three of them, knowing you’ll be having a rough go at it for the foreseeable future given what you know about Scaramouche’s current cooking skills.
“So, what? None of you have any faith in me?” Scaramouche frowns and crosses his arms as best as he can around his grocery bags.
The response comes from the three of you at the same time.
“No.”
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perfect match | (botw) link x reader
synopsis | you find a rock that perfectly matches link’s eye color
word count | 2.2k
note | saw this trend on tiktok and thought it was adorable :((
UPDATE my amazing moot rain made like an angsty continuation to this AND YOU SHOULD LIKE TOTALLY GO CHECK IT OUT!!
Summer had hit Hyrule, hard.
Of course, the heat was not as bad as it was on Death Mountain, but it was damn near close. Fanning yourself was proving to do nothing, but you liked to think it helped just a little bit.
Link walked not too far ahead of you, seemingly unaffected by the heat. Despite keeping a steady pace you could see sweat beginning to drip down his neck. He was feeling the heat too.
“Link,” you called out, jogging a bit to catch up to him. “Why don’t we take a break for a bit? This heat is killing me.”
He paused, contemplating your words. Sensing his hesitation you leaned into him to look at the sheikah slate in his hands. “Look!” You pointed at the map. “There’s a river nearby! We can rest there for the rest of the day then head out at first light!”
You knew you won him over when he sighed. Giggling, you gently tugged him to follow you. “Come on! The river awaits us!”
Link can’t help but laugh at your excitement, allowing himself to be pulled along by you. The sound of running water is quickly heard as the two of you make your way past the trees, revealing the river.
You quickly dropped your backpack and Link did the same, squatting down to look for ingredients for tonight’s dinner. “Craving anything specific tonight?” He asked.
“Mm, not really. I’m fine with anything you cook! It always comes out amazing.” You replied, clumsily taking off your shoes before running off to the water.
Link is shocked for a moment but plays it off by laughing. He never got used to you complimenting his cooking, no matter how many times you told him. He’d gladly cook you any meal if you wished it.
Nearing the river you noticed the water was crystal clear enough to see a couple of tiny fish swimming by. You could also see various small stones littering the riverbed, painful for your feet but it was a small price to pay to cool off.
Cautiously dipping your toes in the water you nearly scream at the cold feeling. Although it was cold you gladly welcomed it. You take a few steps, slightly wincing at the feeling of sharp rocks digging into your feet. You were about ankle-deep when you heard Link clear his throat from behind you. Turning to look at him you see him standing a few feet away from you, quiver filled with arrows and a bow in hand. “I’m gonna go hunt, we don’t have much and I doubt you wanna eat mushroom skewers again.”
You made a disgusted face. “You’re right, as much as I love your cooking, if I have to eat one more mushroom I think I’ll vomit, no offense!”
Link merely laughs, shoulders shaking slightly as he does so. “None taken, I won’t be long.” He begins to walk away from your temporary camp.
“Stay safe!”
For a moment you think he’s too far to hear you, but to your surprise, he turns around and gives you a small wave. It’s a small gesture, but it’s enough to make you feel butterflies.
Once he’s out of sight you continue to walk into the river, bending down to roll up your pants so they wouldn’t get too wet. You’re about knee-deep when you stop, looking up to admire the scenery around you.
The branches from the trees extend about halfway across the river, if you walk any further you’d be in the sun. Despite the branches being long beams of sunlight manage to peak past the leaves and create patches of sunlight that reflect off the water. You look down, feeling the water rush past your legs. Beneath the surface, something catches your eye. Reaching down into the water you pull out a dark blue rock that shines once it catches the light.
Suddenly, an idea hits you.
To say Link was surprised was an understatement.
He knew you were going to cool off in the river while he was out, but he didn’t expect to come back and see you fully drenched from head to toe while digging around in the river looking for something.
When you notice him you’re quick to stand, greeting him with a giant smile. “Oh, you’re here! Welcome back Link! Did you catch anything good?”
Link dropped his quiver and bow and walked towards you. “What happened?”
“I stepped on a big rock that wasn’t sturdy so I ended up slipping.” You shrug. “You should get in! I promise the water feels amazing!”
Before Link has the chance to respond you’re quick to splash him, a giant grin making its way onto your face when you see his pants had gotten soaked. He smirks before quickly kicking off his boots. “It’s on!”
He quickly ran into the river and chaos ensued. The two of you splashed around for a couple of minutes before you noticed the day was nearing its end. Knowing there was no way the two of you would be able to dry off properly in the dark, you both walked out of the river.
You get a fire started as Link rummages through his backpack for a towel. Once he finds it he walks over to you and crouches, placing the towel over your head and ruffling your hair. You can’t help but laugh at the action. “You don’t need to do that you know, I can do it myself.”
“I want to do it.”
His response is quick, which catches you off guard. You look down, feeling your cheeks and ears begin to heat up. If Link notices (he does) he doesn’t comment on it.
He leans down to catch your eyes, intentionally leaning in closer so you can’t escape his gaze. “You’re shaking, are you cold?”
It’s then that you notice a teasing smirk on his face. You punch his shoulder and he dramatically grabs it. “Ouch!” He pretends to cry out in pain.
“Stop teasing! Aren’t you supposed to be cooking?” You quickly try to change the subject.
“Yes yes, I’m on it. Are you ok with meat skewers?”
“Yeah, that’s fine.” You say and stretch your legs by the fire. You place the towel over your shoulders and wrap it around yourself. Link was right, you are cold.
As Link throws ingredients onto the fire you fish around in your pocket, momentarily panicking when you don’t feel it. When you find it you breathe out a sigh of relief.
“Hey, did you lose something today?” Link asks while placing the cooked food on a plate.
“Mm? No, why do you ask?”
“Earlier in the river, when I came back it looked like you were looking for something.”
“Oh! I was actually looking for something for you!”
Link raises an eyebrow. “Me?”
You nod your head enthusiastically. “Hold out your hand.” He looks at you confused for a second before doing what you asked. You pull out what is in your pocket and place it in his palm.
Link immediately feels the wet and rough texture of the item. When you pull away he sees a blue rock in his palm.
“Tada! I found a rock that’s the same shade as your eyes!”
Link’s eyes widen upon seeing the small stone. “This is what you were looking for while I was gone? The whole time?” He questioned.
You sheepishly rubbed the back of your neck, thinking he was mad at you for wasting your time looking for a rock. “Well, yeah, but if you don’t like it that’s fine I just thought—”
“No!” Link quickly cut off your rambling. He clears his throat and you swear you see a hint of blush on his cheeks. He holds the rock close to his heart and looks at you, eyes overflowing with an adoration you thought only existed in fairytales.
“I love it, thank you. I’ll cherish it forever.” His tone was serious, you knew he wasn’t lying.
You quickly look away in embarrassment and grab the bowl of food he placed down. “You’re welcome..” You mumble, eyes refusing to leave the bowl.
He only chuckles before the two of you eat in a comfortable silence.
You wake up to the sounds of splashing.
Groaning, you slowly sit up while attempting to rub the sleep out of your eyes. “Ugh.. Link?..” You call out, expecting him to respond.
When he doesn’t you look around and see his sleeping bag is empty and the fire has long been put out. “Link?” You call out again, this time a little worried when you don’t immediately spot him.
The sound of a yelp followed by a giant splash is heard and you immediately head to the river, sword in hand. You half expected to see him fighting a bokoblin or some other sort of enemy, but when you spotted him he was nearly fully submerged in the river. The only thing peeking out was his head, and judging by the look on his face he had taken a nasty fall.
You immediately run into the river, not caring if your shoes or pants got wet. “Are you ok?” You ask, holding out a hand for him to take. He nods and accepts your hand, allowing you to pull him up. You couldn’t see before, but now you can see he was completely shirtless. You clear your throat and quickly pretend to inspect him for any injuries. “What happened?”
“I stepped on a rock and.. ended up slipping..” He sighed, keeping a hand on his lower back.
You hold back a giggle, but Link spots your (very obvious) smile and pouts. “It’s not funny..” He grumbles while you walk him out of the river and back to camp. “It’s kind of funny..” You snicker.
He rolls his eyes and playfully pushes you away while you laugh. “What were you even doing in the river? If you craved fish you could’ve woken me up and I would’ve gotten some for us.” You asked while handing him a towel.
Link accepts it and wraps it around his body. “I wanted to get you this.” He says, fishing something from out of his pocket and holding his hand out for you to take it.
Hesitantly, you accept what’s in his hand and gasp when you see a rock. The color was scarily accurate to your eye color, with patterns swirling beautifully all over the rock. You wonder how long it took for him to find it. “Link, you didn’t need to!—”
“I wanted to.” He says while turning away, pretending to look for something in his bag so you wouldn’t see the very obvious blush on his cheeks.
You smile, holding the rock close to your heart. You felt warm inside, almost like holding the rock close to you was causing the feeling, but you knew better. Link always made you feel this way by doing the simplest of things, but for some reason, this gift had a bigger impact.
Walking over to him, you lean on his back and wrap your arms around his neck. “Thank you, Link.”
He turns to look over his shoulder, seeing you smiling against his back. If it meant seeing that look on your face again he’d find you a million rocks just like the one he’d given you. Anything to see you smile like that again. Chuckling he fully turns around with a flint in hand, not even attempting to hide his blush now. “Don’t mention it, now, how about you catch us some of those fish?”
Extra (because I had I cute thought last minute)
“Hey, you still have the rock I gave you?” Link asked, turning to look at you from over his shoulder.
“Of course I do! Why?”
He held out his hand and made a grabby hand motion, wordlessly asking you to hand it over. Confused, you pull out the rock from your pocket and hand it to him. He gently takes it from your hand and turns around so you don’t see what he’s about to do.
You try peaking over his shoulder. “Link, what’re you doing—”
“Don’t look, I’m almost done.”
Still confused, you take a step back and let him do whatever it is he’s doing. After a few seconds, he looks over his shoulder. “Close your eyes.”
You do as told and close your eyes, feeling him get closer to you. You feel something go over your head and your heart begins to beat faster at the thought of what it could be. “Alright, open them.” Link tells you.
Your hand immediately reaches to touch your chest and your previous thought is proven correct when you look down and see. The rock he had given you was now wrapped in thin rope, being held together at the top by a small knot and the rope continued upward around your neck. It had turned it into a necklace.
“Look, now we’re matching.” He grinned, showing you his own necklace.
Having no words, you could only stare at him in awe. He laughed at your reaction, tugging you forward so the two of you could continue your journey together.
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the moment you knew | dad(to be) austin x reader
pairing: austin x fem!reader
summary: you weren’t sure if you were ready to start a family with austin…until you watched him interact with his friend’s baby
warnings/notes: no warnings, just austin with a baby fluff. this is my first writing piece (other than papers for uni) in years so take it easy on me. i would love to make this into a little mini series, following y/n and austin through starting their family, so if anyone is interested lmk!! thank you sm for reading, hope you enjoy :)
words: 2.1k
It was no secret Austin wanted to be a father. After 4 years of marriage, and many more years before dating, the subject was brought up often by him. Whether it was a casual remark about how cute you would look pregnant or a detour into the baby clothes section of any store you visited together, he was very obvious about his desire for children with you.
You wanted children as well, especially with him, but there was something holding you back from making it a reality. Being a few years his junior, you knew you had the time to wait until the timing felt right to begin that journey with him. He understood this and felt exactly the same way, you should be completely ready before embarking on such a life-alterning path.
It was the day you went to meet Austin’s friend Ashley’s daughter for the first time since she was born during the midst of the pandemic and the filming of ‘Elvis’, when you finally felt that last shred of apprehension melt away. From the moment he woke up that morning, he was absolutely giddy with excitement. He spent the morning running around the house trying to complete all his daily tasks so you could leave as soon as possible. Of course he was excited to see Ashley, but you could tell there was just as much anticipation to meet his new ‘tiny best friend’ as he so sweetly referred to her.
The drive from your place to Ashley’s was just over an hour, and the whole way he was buzzing with nervous-excitement. This nervous-excitment manifested in Austin not being able to stop rambling,
“I wonder what she’ll look like…I mean I know I’ve seen tons of pictures of her but she’ll probably look different now, don’t you think? I mean, babies grow so fast and it’s been a couple weeks since I last got a picture or FaceTimed them.” He looked over at you, one hand on the steering wheel and the other between yours rested in your lap. His question so genuine and his excitement so apparent you couldn’t help the smile that spread across you face when you met his eyes,
“Babies do grow fast but I’m sure she’ll still look the same.” You brought your intertwined hands up to your mouth to press a quick kiss to the back of his hand, “You know, it’s very sweet, and irrationally attractive, that you’re so excited to meet her Aus.” He softly chuckled under his breath with a shake of his head, removing his hand from between yours to squeeze your thigh.
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As Austin pulled into Ashley’s driveway, you too started to get excited to meet the baby and see your friend after so long apart. You sent a quick ‘here!’ text as you unbuckled your seatbelt after the car was safely in park. You got out and Austin followed suit, closing his door and rounding the front of the car to take your hand,
“Ready baby?” You asked him, interlocking your fingers and falling in stride together. He beamed at you, his blue-eyes sparkling,
“So ready.” You came to a halt when you reached the door and you raised your free hand to knock when you saw Ashley through a small window walking up to let the two of you in. You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face as you waved wildly at her. She jogged the last of the distance, waving back enthusiastically, and flung the door open,
“Oh my god, hi!” She threw one arm around your neck and the other around Austin’s middle, pulling you both into a group hug, “I’m so happy you two are finally here!” She pulled away from you both to embrace just you. You spoke into her hair as you wrapped your arms around her middle,
“Oh, I missed you so much. How have you been Ash?” After the many years you had spent with Austin, you and Ashley had become fairly close almost immediately after meeting the first time. Nowhere near as close as her and Austin, but there was definitely a sisterly bond there,
“I’ve been so good, even better now that my favourite people are here!” She pulled back, and took a step over to Austin who wrapped her in the biggest hug, speaking softly to her as they rock back and forth in their embrace. You gave them their space, it was clear this was an emotional reunion for the two of them, though you did grab phone from your bag to take a sneaky picture to show the two of them later.
As you locked your phone and put it back in your bag a shrill, happy scream and babble of a baby made you snap your head back to the door. You looked over at Austin, who was taking a step back from Ashley to peer in the door too. Ashley laughed as she looked between the two of you,
“Ah yes, Jupiter has recently found out she can make that sound and she does it 24/7. Used to scare the shit out of me every time, but now I’m finally getting used to it,” She laughed again, shaking her head softly in amusement, “You ready to head inside and meet her?” You nodded excitedly and followed Ashley as she led back you through the foyer, toward the living room.
As always, her home was extremely well decorated, with tall ceilings and nice furniture, but there was organized mess everywhere–a highchair pushed against the wall and blocks on the floor–that let you know there was a little one roaming around. Austin slipped an arm around your waist as you entered the living room to find Jupiter standing, with the help of the coffee table, with her back to you. You felt Austin’s sharp inhale, as his chest was against your back, when his eyes landed on the little girl,
“Jupiter, what are you making all that noise for silly girl? I told you, I was just going to answer the door and I would be back.” Ashley bent down, swept Jupiter into her arms, making her giggle wildly, and set her on her hip facing you and Austin. “Now say hi to your Uncle Austin and Auntie y/n.” She pointed to you and Austin. Jupiter looked away from her mother, following the direction of her point, and her eyes fell on your first. You were immediately taken with how beautiful she was in person, all the photos you had received and blurry FaceTimes since her birth were nothing compared to her in the flesh. She was all big cheeks and stunning blue eyes, you think she can’t get any sweeter and then a semi-toothless smile spread over her little face. You couldn’t help but to take a step toward her, Austin’s arm dropping from around you.
“Hi sweetheart, oh my god aren’t you just the cutest little baby ever?” You extended your hands in her direction, a silent invitation to hold her, as you cooed gently at the child. Jupiter momentarily looked between your hands and your face, not yet convinced of her safety with this stranger in her home. She turned her head toward her mom, a small frown overtaking her features, who looked at you and begins to speak,
“She’s so shy, don’t take it personal. That whole ‘pandemic baby’ thing is no joke,” You lightly laughed, “It’s alright baby, go see your Auntie.” Ashley spoke softly to her daughter and– after another moment of hesitation–Jupiter turned back to you and reached out for your hands, suddenly deciding that you were safe.
You hooked your hands under her small arms and lifted her gently from Ashley’s grasp, hitching her onto your hip and rocking side to side to prematurely calm any lasting insecurity she may have. She grabbed onto the neckline of your shirt, kicking her little legs at the rocking motion and looked up at you, face overtaken by a large smile once again. You realized that Austin was still standing back a few steps–having not yet closed the distance to see Jupiter–so you turned around to face him, eyes still on the little one,
“Aus, come here and see her. You were right about her looking different in pers-” You looked up at him and were shocked to see his eyes red-rimmed. Instantly concerned, you took a step in his direction and gave him your full attention, “ Are you alright?” He cleared his throat, smoothing a hand over his jaw to collect himself, before offering you a small smile and speaking,
“Yeah, I’m alright baby. Just- this is kind of crazy,” He looked to Ashley just beyond you, “She’s so perfect Ash. God, I’m just so in awe that you actually made her.” He sniffled once and Ashley was quick to walk over and wrap her arms around him, tears in her eyes as well. It was a tender moment between them, two lifelong friends who had been separated by forces outside of their control during one of the more important moments of their lives. All the emotions–love, admiration, sadness, happiness–were so raw that it made your breath hitch in your throat. You thought the moment couldn’t get any more meaningful, when the pair of them collected themselves and Austin finally made his way over to Jupiter. He placed a hand on the small of your back as he moved to stand in front of you, his head tilted down closer to the height Jupiter sat on your hip. She blinked up at him as he gazed at her, both in awe of each other, and instantly you could see the bond between them materialize. Without any coaxing, from her mother or Austin, she reached out for him and the look on his face when she did was what did it for you.
There was no doubt in your mind that Austin loved you, he reminded you–in big and small ways–every single day but the love radiating off him for this little girl was overwhelming to witness. It was felt it in every cell of your body, so deeply and profoundly that tears immediately sprang to your eyes. You looked between the two of them, completely enamoured with each other, as Jupiter was lifted from your grasp. Austin made his way over to the couch, his eyes never leaving hers, and sat. In that moment you thought before you could stop yourself, I want to have a baby with him so badly. You were momentarily disarmed by your own thought, but after a moment of quiet contemplation you realized that witnessing Austin so in his element, with a child that wasn’t even his, was the last push you had been needing all along. This realization, coupled with the the way he continued to interact with the little one in front of you, and the next comment from Ashley had you absolutely certain that it was time to revisit the ‘baby talk’ when you got home that evening.
“God y/n, he’s literally perfect with her. If this is how he is with my kid, he’s going to be absolutely infatuated with yours.” She spoke lowly as she passed by you, making her way over to the armchair beside the couch and sitting down. For a moment, you watched Austin lift Jupiter high up in the air and down again, the two of them laughing at each other, before you walked over and sat next to him. His eyes flicked to your face quickly, flashing his wide smile your way, before falling back to Jupiter who was now reaching out for his face. Before he could lift her up again, you leaned over and kissed the side of his head,
“I love you, so much.” You couldn’t help the assertion, you were absolutely overflowing with love for the man before you and excitement at the prospect of soon having this for yourself. He looked at you fully then, semi-confused at your sudden declaration but happy nonetheless,
“I love you more.” He leaned in to kiss you sweetly and Jupiter let out her signature scream the second your lips met. You both pulled away and laughed, Austin turning back to the baby and jokingly scolding her, “Excuse me little miss, I will kiss my girl if I so please!”
Jupiter laughed and reached out for Austin’s face again, happy to have his attention back. Austin leaned back against the couch, lifting Jupiter up with her hands pressed to his mouth, he pressed loud kisses to her tiny palms in an attempt to make her smile. In that moment, he was completely content to be surrounded by his favourite girls, and also entirely unaware of the way his life would change forever when he got home.
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Reunited
Part 28
Illumi x Reader x Feitan
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(Name) loitered in the doorway of Feitan’s room, barely holding back a squeal.
The man had fallen asleep, the kitten from before lying on his chest. The girl took out her phone and snapped a picture before closing the door behind her.
“So cute…”
She unloaded the supplies she had gathered from town. The news said the storm would hit sometime in the next two day. It would be its most intense for 3 days, before petering out by next Monday.
(Name) had bought a few candles, a battery powered fan and heating pad, some flashlights, and board games. She already had supplies beforehand, so she didn’t need to buy too much.
“I should start on dinner…”
An hour passed before (Name) heard the sound of Feitan’s door opening the closing.
“You’re back.”
Feitan was already right behind her, the girl jumping with a yell. “How the- how did you get behind me so quick?”
She held a hand over her heart, letting out a huff. He only shrugged, leaving to put the kitten back in its warm box.
He could smell the scent of lemons, knowing she was making the lemon meringue pie he had asked for.
“Dinner is almost ready. I’m hope you’re okay with soup.”
“That’s fine.”
Feitan pulled a chair out and sat at the dinner table, watching her whip a bow of meringue. She huffed, stretching her tired arms before mixing again.
“Give me.”
Feitan snatched the bowl out of her hand and sat back down. (Name) whined, saying he didn’t know when to stop and what to add. He rolled his eyes and pointed to the chair next to him. “Show me.”
He wasn’t the best at cooking, the only attempt of making lunch for himself resulting in a mushy substance he said was nutritional enough. Feitan, however, was strong and good at repetitive tasks, so whisking or mixing was easy for him.
Feitan could barely concentrate on eating dinner, the lemon meringue pie on his mind. He tried not to let people know how much of a sweet tooth he had, it was embarrassing to him, the interrogator of THE Phantom Troupe had a soft spot for sweet things.
One of them being (Name).
He watched as she brought him a piece of pie, her smile bright and beaming.
“I hope you like it!”
——————
The next day, Feitan and (Name) prepared for the upcoming storm. She picked as much fruit as possible, jarring some and leaving the rest in baskets.
Feitan helped her make sure the house was secure before leaving to jog and exercise again. He needed to be far away to practice with his nen, not wanting her to get caught up in any of his attacks.
It was two months into his stay, and Feitan was feeling restless. He didn’t go more than a month between mission if he could help it.
He pulled out his phone, going through his contacts and pressing on Chrollo’s
It rang for a few seconds.
“Feitan? How nice of you to call. Are you doing well?”
Feitan pushed his hair out of his face, sighing. “Doing okay. Arms are mostly healed.”
Chrollo hummed, the sound of people talking in the background telling Feitan he was either meeting with the spiders, or somewhere public.
“When do you estimate you’ll be back to your full strength?”
“Month at most.”
“I see.”
Feitan leaned against a tree. “What are your plans for the girl?”
“The girl? Who do you mean?”
Feitan frowned. “(Name).”
Chrollo laughed. “Why do you ask, Feitan?”
“Curious.”
The line was silent for a minute. Feitan didn’t often ask Chrollo these things, just listening to whatever orders he gave.
“Uvogin said she may have some information that could be useful to us. I will be coming to pick you up in a month, so make sure you’re better by then.”
“Chrollo.”
Chrollo paused, blinking. Feitan almost NEVER used his name, referring to him as boss.
“What do you plan to do with (Name)?”
Chrollo closed his book, his interest peaked. Uvogin had said him that Feitan was soft on that girl, but his tone of voice told Chrollo it was more than that.
“Oh, Feitan, I simply would like to meet her. I won’t harm the girl, if that’s what you’re wondering.”
Chrollo could almost hear Feitan relax, a sigh leaving the dark haired man’s lips.
“She has taken care of a fellow spider, and for that we are in her debt. Be sure you’re gentle with her, Feitan.”
The short man grumbled. “Already gentle…”
Chrollo chuckled, glancing down at his watch. “I have to go, tell your girlfriend I said hi.”
“She’s n-“
Click.
Feitan’s face heated up at Chrollo’s words, pocketing his phone as he continued his run.
Chrollo placed his phone face down on the table, barely holding himself back from smiling. More than anything, he wanted to meet the girl that Feitan had so much affection for. When questioned about it, Uvogin said she was cute.
He couldn’t wait to see her.
——————
It wasn’t until after dark that Feitan returned. He was covered in sweat and dirt, pulling his shirt off as he walked in.
“Hi F- OH!”
(Name) jumped up from her chair when she saw the shirtless man before her, her eyes wide and cheeks heating up.
Feitan snickered at her reaction, throwing his shirt into the hamper. “Like what you see?”
(Name) stiffened up so quickly you would of thought she’d turned into a wooden board.
“I-um-“
She was looking everywhere but him, her face turning beet red.
“You’re… quite handsome! Sorry!”
The girl rushed to her room and closed the door behind her.
That was quite the resection. Feitan found his own cheeks turning pink. Did she really find him handsome?
He’d never cared much about his looks, besides the occasional bought of insecurity, but her words had him glancing at himself in the mirror.
His hair was in disarray and face covered in sweat and dirt. Feitan couldn’t really understand why she’d said what she did.
The two had a few inches of height difference, (Name) being taller. Did she mind that? He was used to being shorter than most of the women in his life, so why did it bother him now?
Feitan let out a huff before gathering a change of clothes and heading to the bathroom to shower.
Once she heard the shower start, (Name) left her room to make dinner.
——————
Feitan left the shower, his wet hair sticking up his face. “Dinner ready?”
(Name) looked up from the stove, smiling. “Almost! Oh, Feitan, your hair!”
She rushed over, pushing him into the bathroom. “I swear, you’re gonna catch a cold one day.”
She dropped a towel on his head, ruffling his hair as she hummed.
Feitan sat patiently, leaning into her touch. The man wasn’t stupid, he knew to dry his hair after a shower, but he let (Name) believe he didn’t so she’d do it herself.
(Name) was always so gentle, as if she had a lot of experience doing this.
“You’re the oldest sibling?” Feitan asked as she brushed her hands through his damp locks.
“Yep! I have three younger siblings, all girls.”
Ah, that explained her awkwardness around men, and her soft nature.
“All of my sisters are such tomboys, they’re always coming home filthy and never remember to dry their hair.”
She pouted, grabbing a comb and pulling it through his hair.
“But…”
(Name)’s eyes softened. “I love them, so much. They’re the reason I keep on going. I send back most of my earnings to make sure they grow up with more than I did.”
Feitan stayed silent, allowing her to pull his hair into a ponytail using a pink scrunchie. There was so much about (Name) he didn’t know. She’d never told him about her sisters or how much she really cared, what else was he ignorant to?
“I’m thinking about becoming a hunter.”
Feitan’s head shot up. “What?”
“Since I don’t have a birth certificate, it’s next to impossible to get a decent job. Anyone can become s hunter, and along with it paying well, you can travel so many places with just your license!”
Feitan gripped the fabric of his pants. He couldn’t imagine this soft and gentle girl surviving the Hunter Exam. Even Shalnark, a fellow spider with tremendous strength struggled with it.
“Shouldn’t. It’s very dangerous.”
(Name) giggled, poking his cheek. “Since when did you care if I was in danger or not?”
He grabbed her wrist, his grip tighter than he’d meant it to be. “F-Feitan, you’re hurting me!”
He loosened his grip, rubbing his thumb against her knuckles. Feitan didn’t want to think about all the things that could go wrong if she were to go through with the exam. Would those fragile hands be capable of defending her?
Even if she survived and became a Hunter, she could die or be seriously injured during missions.
“… just don’t, okay?”
(Name) didn’t answer, but slipped her hand into his.
“Let’s go eat dinner.”
——————
After dinner, (Name) pulled feitan to the couch to watch the news with her. The storm was coming, and she’d need to him be aware of it.
The storm would be upon them in only a few hours, a thunderstorm warning making (Name) stiffen.
She switched to the Blu-ray player, her legs wobbly as she waddled over to put a movie on. Feitan was usually in his room by then, but (Name) insisted on watching a movie together before bed.
“Is a ghibli movie alright with you?”
“Ghibli? What’s that?”
(Name) sighed, pushing a dvd into the Blu-ray player. “Feitan, do you ever feel joy?”
“No.”
(Name) had to turn around to see his smirk to know he was joking.
The pair sat on the couch, a decent amount of space separating them. (Name) picked Howls Moving Castle, cuddled up under a plush blanket and smacking on popcorn.
Feitan glanced at her throughout the movie, raising an eyebrow as she giggled every time Howl showed up.
“Why are you giggling?”
(Name) shushed him. “Shh, Howl is on screen.”
Once the scene was over, she turned to Feitan. “He’s the perfect man, that’s why I’m giggling. Although I think he’s more handsome with black hair. Oh, that’s a spoiler.”
She turned her attention back to the screen, but Feitan couldn’t help but pull a strand of his black hair forward, a ghost of a smile on his lips. So she liked black hair, huh?
He didn’t pay any attention to the movie, (Name)’s reactions were way more interesting.
She would blush and giggle every time Howl appeared, of course, but also seemed to sigh when Sofie said she wasn’t beautiful, a strange nostalgic look on her face.
She’d laugh at every joke, even though she’d seen the movie a hundred times. Her hands gripped the cushions of the couch when the movie got more intense, on the edge of her seat.
As the movie came to an end, a few tears brimmed in the corners of her eyes, quickly swiped away as she smiled at the couple finally together.
“Did you like it?”
Feitan blinked, realizing the movie was over and (Name) was waiting to hear his opinion.
“It was… good. Interesting.”
She giggled, leaning against his shoulder. “It’s my favorite movie, I’m glad you liked it!”
Feitan felt a little guilty for not actually paying attention to the movie, but that guilt vanished at the feeling of her on his shoulder.
“Touchy again.” Feitan pushed her off, snickering. Although he wanted her touch, he had an image to keep up.
“Meeeaann!”
She laughed, snuggling up under her blanket as the credits played. Feitan watched her for a moment before standing up and stretching.
“I’m going to bed. See you in morning.”
(Name) shot up, grabbing his wrist. “W-wait! Are you sure you want to go to bed so early?”
“Nearly 11 pm?”
(Name) scowled. “Yes but…”
Feitan pulled his wrist away and flicked her forehead. “Go to bed.”
He turned before he could see her frown deeply, anxiety written across her face.
—————
Feitan woke up to the someone knocking on his door.
The faint sound of raindrops hitting the window told Feitan that the storm had begun. He glanced at his alarm clock to see it was only 1 am.
The short man groaned, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed and walking across the floor, rubbing his tired eyes.
(Name) stood on the other side of the door. Of course it was her, who else could it be.
“Sorry for waking you up…”
The girl fidgeted with her oversized shirt, staring at the floor.
“… what do you want?”
Before (Name) could answer, a booming clash of lighting struck outside, the thunder shaking the house. (Name) jumped at the sound as all the color faded from her face.
She was trembling, tears starting run down her cheeks, unable to speak.
“… scared of storms?”
She could only nod, reaching out to grab onto his sleeve. Her hands were uncharacteristically cold, Feitan able to feel it through his shirt.
“Can…”
She looked away again in embarrassment.
“Can I sleep with you?”
A silence overtook the two, Feitan barely able to breathe.
“Repeat that.”
(Name) reached her hands up to cover her face.
“Can I sleep with you?”
Feitan felt his body warm at her words, gripping the doorframe so tight he felt like it might break.
One look at her scared face was enough for him to groan and pull her into his room.
“Fine. But stay on that side.”
He pointed to the left side of the bed, watching her climb in and make herself comfortable. He climbed in as well, his eyebrow raised when he saw she was facing him.
“… turn around.”
(Name) tilted her head. “Why?”
Feitan scowled and pushed her away. “Because I said so.”
(Name) grumbled as she turned, looking quite cute all cuddled up under his blanket. He rolled his eyes and watched as her breathing slowed, the girl falling asleep within 5 minutes.
How could she sleep so easily in the same bed as a man, a bad man at that? He turned around before he could think about her being next to him any further, trying to calm down his racing heart.
Feitan was again woken up, not to a sound, but to a feeling.
He felt the distinct weight of a limb plopping down on his waist, pulling him closer. When he turned back around to see what the hell his bed partner was doing, he was a bit surprised(and turned on).
She was still asleep, but had wrapped her leg around his waist, pulling him towards her. Her arms were reaching out, patting the bed next to her, seemingly searching for something.
Now that he was turned to face her, her leg pulled him ever closer until their hips were pressed together and her hands could reach him. She sighed in content then, her fingers brushing through his hair slowly.
Feitan was having an internal struggle. On one hand, he knew he should push her off and go back to sleep. On the other…
Feitan grabbed her by the waist and pulled her even closer, letting her head rest against his chest. His nose buried itself in her hair, his hands trembling as they gripped the fat on her hips.
He had never held someone before, panting softly into her hair. Feitan wasn’t sure how to feel, finding comfort in her warmth, but discomfort in her being so close, so vulnerable to his touch.
He would never try anything indecent, especially after she trusted him enough to sleep next to him. But he could feel a certain part of him harden against her hips. He bit the inside of his cheek, gripping her waist harder.
His eyes flitted down to her face. She looked so content in his arms, a cute smile on her lips. Would she be smiling if she were awake to feel he was getting hard just from her being pressed against him?
In the morning, Feitan would push her off of him before she woke up and try to forget the feeling of her body pressed against his, but tonight he lost himself in her scent, letting his hands hold onto her hips and waist.
As if she was his, and his alone.
——————
Unfortunately, (Name) woke up before he did.
Although Feitan had drifted away from her in the night, his hand was intertwined with hers, and there was a certain… bulge in his pants that stood up a bit too high for (Name) not to notice.
The girl pulled the blanket over his body, trying not to look at it. She had learned in Sex Ed that men could get morning wood, but she hadn’t even thought that could happen to a man like Feitan.
At the feeling of the blanket brushing against his chest, Feitan awoke, blinking open his eyes and turning to see (Name) hovering near him, her boobs right above his face as she attempted to cover him up without waking him.
“What you doing?”
The girl squeaked, her hand supporting her slipping on the sheet.
Feitan didn’t process what was happening until her boobs plopped down onto his face.
And he really couldn’t complain.
“Oh my- Feitan I’m so sorry!”
She quickly pulled back, scurrying off the bed. The man laid there, just taking everything in. Feitan could really get used to this, these small intimate moments of her body against his.
But Feitan knew he couldn’t allow his thoughts to wonder, instead pushing the girl off his bed.
“… out.”
—————
(Name) felt very embarrassed. Not only had she seen him hard, she’d also fallen on top of him. Had she hurt his face? (Name) knew she wasn’t exactly a small woman, but he was a smaller than average man.
She busied herself with making breakfast, jumping at the occasional sound of thunder. Feitan exited his room about 30 minutes later, his face flushed even worse than last time.
“Feitan, are you alright? You’re all red.”
(Name) leaned forward and pressed her lips against his forehead, the man’s hand immediately shooting out to grab her shoulders and push her away.
“What are you doing!?”
He could feel his face turn an even brighter red, the tips of his ears scarlet. (Name) seemed confused by his reaction, Feitan’s mouth agape.
“I’m checking your temperature? My hands are too warm from cooking to get an accurate read.”
She gently leaned back forward, pressing her lips to his forehead again. When she pulled back, the man couldn’t speak.
“You’re warm… why don’t you just rest for today? I’ll bring you breakfast when it’s ready.”
She patted his shoulder before walking back into the kitchen. The man rushed back to his room, groaning.
It was annoying, the way his body reacted to her touch. Feitan couldn’t help but wrap his hand around his leaking cock, panting as he jerked off to the lingering feeling of her lips against his skin.
——————
Feitan didn’t open his door when she brought breakfast to him, yelling out for her to leave him alone.
He continued to stay in his room until an hour later, grabbing his(now cold) breakfast and scurrying back to his room, refusing to even glance in (Name)’s direction.
Feitan hated how much of an effect she held over him. His body craved her, in both a loving and sexual way. He wanted to hold her, kiss her, but also slip his hands into her panties and-
He smacked his hand over his face, groaning. What had gotten into him all of a sudden, he was acting like some kind of pervert. Feitan never had such a strong reaction to a woman’s touch before.
A knock on the door distracted him from his thoughts. Thankfully his boner had finally gone down, allowing him to answer the door without too much embarrassment.
“Feitan, are you okay? You’ve been avoiding me all day.”
Fuck, he’d gotten her worried over him while he sat in his room jerking off to the thought of her. He sighed, moving past her and walking into the living room.
“I’m fine. Just tired.”
“Oh, did I do something to keep you up last night?”
He paused at this, glancing back at her. “Why you ask?”
“Oh, supposedly I move a lot in my sleep. Sorry, I should have warned you.”
The girl fidgeted with the fabric of her shirt, looking down in embarrassment.
“Yeah. Threw your leg on me and wouldn’t let me go.”
Her face shot up, now as red as him.
“Oh my god, Feitan I’m so sorry! Did I hurt you? Is that why you aren’t feeling well?”
He scoffed and sat down on the couch, crossing his legs. “You can’t hurt me. Light as a feather.”
(Name) leaned over the back of the couch to look at him, still worried. “Are you sure, I know I’m-“
Feitan grabbed her arm and lifted her into the air with ease. He stood, holding her up by her butt and giving her a smug look.
“Light.”
She gasped out in shock, wiggling out of his grasp and falling onto the couch. “Wow… feitan you’re so strong! I mean I already knew you could pick me up but…”
She looked up at him in awe. He hadn’t strained at all when lifting her, as if she was made of air. Feitan couldn’t help but feel a little proud, plopping down on the couch next to her.
“See? No problem.”
It was (Name)’s turn to look confused now. “Then why did you have trouble sleeping if it wasn’t because I was heavy?”
He didn’t answer that one.
——————
The next few days went on the same, with (Name) joining Feitan in his bed at night as the storm raged on. He was slowly getting used to her sleepy cuddles, leaning into it more than he cared to admit.
The sun came out for the first time Monday. A sigh of relief came to (Name)‘s lips when she woke up to clear skies, stretching out across the bed like a cat before waking Feitan up.
“Feitan, the storms gone!”
Feitan grumbled, half awake. “Go back to sleep.”
(Name) gave him a sly smile. “Oh, you want me to cuddle up with you and go back to sleep? As you wish!”
The girl crawled over and attempted to snuggle up into his chest, but was quickly pushed away so hard she went rolling off the bed.
Feitan turned back over and attempted to go back to sleep, but he was now wide awake.
‘How dare she tease me… stupid girl.’
“Feitan..?”
He groaned and turned to look at her, the girl having crawled back into bed.
“What you want?”
She peeked at him, using a pillow to prop herself up. “You’re leaving soon, aren’t you?”
He paused for a moment, then nodded. “In three weeks, boss will come pick me up.”
She looked down, frowning into her pillow. “I don’t want you to leave.”
Feitan sat up. They had caught his full attention.
“Why?”
She played with a loose string coming from the pillow case. “Well… your job is dangerous right?”
Feitan tried to think of how to answer that. Of course his job was dangerous, he risked his life for every mission, but did he want her to worry?
“… it is, but I’m strong. Don’t have to worry about me.”
(Name) sighed, rolling onto her back and staring up at the ceiling. How was he going to tell her they may never see each other again after Chrollo’s questions were answered?
“I think I’ll always worry about you, because you’re important to me.”
Feitan’s resolve began to crumble. How did she always know what to say to pull at his cold heartstrings?
“I…”
Words did not come easily to the black haired man, especially words to explain his affections for her.
(Name) smiled and grabbed his hand, squeezing it lightly.
“It’s alright. You don’t have to say anything that makes you uncomfortable. Just being together with you for the time we have left will be enough for me.”
But it wouldn’t be enough for him. Feitan squeezed her hand back, not able to answer.
In his heart, he knew that she was important to him, someone he couldn’t bear to lose. He just hoped Chrollo would understand that.
They were thieves after all, and who was Chrollo to deny Feitan of something that had caught his eye?
—————
The next week passed by quickly, with (Name) scurrying around in a frenzy. Feitan spent most of his time training to recover his strength, leaving in the morning and returning at night.
He could tell that the girl wanted him there with her more often, but part of him wanted to drift away slowly. Maybe it would make his departure easier on her. After all, their continued friendship wasn’t something that was guaranteed. Chrollo may have said he would owe (Name) a debt, but that didn’t mean Feitan would get to have anything to do with her.
The past two days (Name) had been uncharacteristically quiet, giving him short responses and always in the kitchen.
She was up to something, he just knew it.
As the week ended, Feitan came home near dark to (Name) in the kitchen, hovering over something.
Using In to hide his presence, Feitan snuck up behind her to see what she had been hiding from him.
“What are you hiding?” Feitan whispered into her ear.
The girl jumped up in fright, icing flying from a small piping bag. “Hey! I thought I told you to stop sneaking up on me! I’m gonna pee my pants one day and I WILL make it your problem.”
Feitan rolled his eyes, glancing over her shoulder to peek at what she was making.
It was a small cake, with the words “Happy Birthday Feitan” written in her messy handwriting. He was shocked, physically backing away.
“Why?”
All he could do was ask why. He hadn’t been the kindest to her during her stay, so why did she feel the need to make him such a thing? He couldn’t understand.
“I just felt like it. Everyone deserves to have a day where their birth is celebrated. I’m happy you were born, Feitan.”
So many things were racing through his mind. Him hurting her, the softness of her touch, the way she smiled at him with such love and adoration that it made his stomach hurt. It was all too much.
Feitan was out the door before he could think, slamming it behind him.
Was being with her really worth it? He felt so weak in her presence, like he would do anything she asked of him.
His heart pounded in his chest, tears falling from his eyes as he processed her words.
She was happy he’d been born.
He felt like he was going to throw up. She didn’t know the real him, the Feitan that had killed hundreds and tortured countless more without blinking an eye.
Her Feitan was grumpy and mean sometimes, but she didn’t pay any mind to that.
Would she still wish he’d been born if she knew all the lives he’d snuffed out? Did her care for him outweigh his sins?
He didn’t want to care so much about someone he wasn’t completely sure about.
Then he remembered something (Name) had said to him.
“You’re good enough to me.”
He knew she wasn’t stupid, in fact (Name) was incredibly intelligent, if a bit ditzy at times. She knew he was a thief, and was capable of murder, she’d witnessed him cut off a man’s arm.
Yet (Name) treated him the same.
Part of him wanted to hate her for that. What kind of idiot would allow a man who cut off someone’s arm right in front of her to sleep next to her in bed with no hesitation? It was frustrating. Feitan wasn’t ever supposed to feel this way about a person, his heart had hardened long ago.
But he knew she didn’t care about that. She knew he had done it for her sake, her touch still gentle and kind.
He didn’t need to know if she would still smile at him if she knew his true self. Feitan wanted to be in her presence for as long as possible, soaking in her warmth in hopes to retain some of it in his heart.
‘I want her…”
Feitan paused, blinking. He… wanted her? Why her? What made that girl so special to him?
His heart couldn’t lie and tell him anything but that. He wanted her, and her alone. In his mind she was his, and he was hers.
Feitan turned back around, the soft evening breeze helping to cool him down. He needed to get back to her.
And he knew she’d be there, waiting for his return.
——————
When Feitan got home, she was there. He’d already known she would be, not even having to sense her presence. She was always there, a consistency in his inconsistent life.
The house had been decorated for his birthday, his favorite meal on the table. A few gifts sat next to his birthday cake, wrapped in black wrapping paper with purple bows.
“Happy Birthday Feitan!”
Although he’d been gone for over an hour, (Name)’s smile didn’t lose its shine, only growing brighter when he walked in.
The man didn’t say anything, only sitting down next to her and leaning his head against his shoulder.
Right now, words couldn’t describe how he felt. He could only show his appreciation through actions.
Feitan planted a kiss on her forehead, bringing her in for a hug.
The two didn’t speak, but (Name) did giggle and squeeze him tightly as she did, rubbing soothing circles into his back.
When they broke apart, (Name) looked at him with such love and adoration that Feitan couldn’t help but give her the first smile he’d worn in years. (Name)s eyes widened, her hands gently cupping his cheeks.
“You look nice when you smile, Feitan.”
He wanted to say it was her smile that was beautiful to him, but he only nodded and leaned into her touch, his lips brushing against her hands in a secret kiss.
“Let’s have dinner, yeah?”
The two ate quickly, both excited to eat cake and open presents.
After she sang happy birthday to him, he blew out the candles.
“Make a wish! But remember, you can’t tell anyone what it is, or it won’t come true!”
Feitan closed his eyes, thinking of what he really wanted in that moment.
‘I wish… that I’ll see (Name) again.’
That was the only thing his heart wanted.
After eating their fill of cake and ice cream, (Name) placed the first of the three presents in front of him.
“Go ahead, open it!”
Feitan pulled at the wrapping paper, glancing up at her to make sure he was doing it right. “You’re doing it! Look!”
It was a brand new journal, bound in leather with his name embroidered on the front. The journal would be perfect for keeping track of heists and dates he’d need to meet up with the spiders. It looked expensive.
“How you get this?”
“Oh, I traded some of my jams to a local leather smith! He makes leather bounded journals, and he’s a sucker for homemade goods!”
She plopped the second present into his lap after he set aside the journal.
Feitan opened it up, his face lighting up.
It was the newest volume of the sci-fi manga chrollo had introduced him to so long ago!
“I saw you liked that manga, so I got you the newest volume! You said you were caught up, but I found the author online and saw he would be releasing a volume soon, so I preordered it! You have one of the first copies.”
Feitan held the book to his chest, sighing in contentment.
The last present was opened slowly, Feitan blinking down at it.
It was a dark purple scarf, with a little skull embroidered at the edge.
“I know it’s summer, but since you’re leaving soon I made you a scarf in case you get cold in the winter.”
It was soft, sewn together with love. Feitan also noticed, much to his surprise, that it smelled heavily of her perfume. Had she sprayed it with it?
“Thank you.”
(Name) only smiled in reply, giving him a sideways hug.
The two ended the night by watching a scary movie Feitan had picked out, (Name) nearly jumping into his lap several times. He almost wished she did, wondering if she’d mind something poking into her butt as she straddled him.
(Name) ended up falling asleep before it ended, leaning against Feitan’s shoulder and snoring. He snickered, taking a picture of her messy face and saving it on his phone.
After that, he carried her to her room and tucked her into bed, not able to hold himself back from climbing into bed with her.
It was his birthday, so it wouldn’t be so bad to spend it cuddled up next to the woman he loved, right?
As he drifted off with her right next to him, he imagined a future with her.
Wouldn’t that be nice?
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The Quirky Little Lady Next Door
I’m absolutely OBESSED with the idea of Bakugou having a quirky little neighbor.
So here’s an absolutely random and spontaneous mess of headcannons
Bakugou himself always insists on living at the top floor. GREAT VIEW, GETS HIS STEPS IN, AND NO NEIGHBORS STOMPING ON HIS CEILING. 👏 rip to everyone who lives below him tho seriously
you’re the only other person around his age on the floor and you’re the most normal of the bunch. Seriously y’all deserve a reality TV Show up here on the 19th floor.
Y’all’s most notable floor mates being a retired grandmother, a newly wed couple, your staple office worker hippy man, an ex-boxer, a librarian, an eccentric recluse of a professor who teachers online. Along with serveral young families with children who love to run around the halls.
Bakugou gets used to it and truly love/hates it up here. 🖤
although he finds himself running into you much more than he’d like at first. you turn out to run on much the same internal clock as he does. Early bird.
you move into the empty apartment next door to him.
and therefore you share the apartment balcony with him.
Bakugou never used to go out there
but now you’re out every morning cradling a cup of steaming tea, every weekend you take to the plants in their pots and you always pad over to his sliding door and knock, and shout, and pout about him picking your herbs or tomatoes . . . Katsuki used to just shrug and feign innocence until he started to enjoy seeing your squished up angry face outside his door. Now he gives you a devishly handsome grin before nodding and letting you in to share the delicious meal he’s made with herbs fresh from your garden.
Now Katsuki leaves his balcony door unlocked so you can feel free to let yourself in. Whether that be to share dinner he’s made, to drop off half a freshly baked loaf or bread or plate of extra sweets, or even when you come in screaming and spluttering in your bath robe about some vermin in your bathroom. (The later happens a lot. Both of you two still can’t figure out how these critters get up to the 19th floor like this)
loves to come home in the evenings from patrol and see you out there with your little blue light glasses doing work or occasionally taking an animated phone call to a friend.
PS Katsuki has since dragged a foldable beach hair out there to bask in your presence
Bakugou has also learned how active you are.
He quickly caught on to your early morning jogs at the local park near the building. Now Katsuki makes the effort to “walk out” the door the same time as you do. you always greet him with a surprised chirp when he starts walking out the building with you clad in his blank tank and cargo pants getting ready for his early morning shift at work. 🌤️🌷
Katsuki hates forgetting things, but loves when he runs out to get something he forgot at the grocery store only to see you chatting with the giggling kids in the hallway.
he wonders if you’d like kids??
U seem so good with them; the little ones that totter around chasing after the older siblings? Got him clutching his peck the way you squat down and offer a hand to help them back up into the game of chase or whatever the heck the whirlwind-of-shrieking-kids-in-the-hallway-game is??
U even do well with the teens. Even the bristling goth teen seems to make eye contact under their thick bangs and gives u a shaky lopsided grin.
(he knows you’re good when you start giving them advice about how to prepare for college)
And damn it when the parents of the floor ask everyone who’s participating in Halloween so they know who’s doors to knock on for trick-or-treating he can’t help it.
not when you beam and tell him that he wouldn’t even have to get a costume bc he’s already a real-life hero.
So mans probs shouts yes.
and Katsuki would normally hate being bothered to fix sinks or move furniture but he’s absolutely bitting back a grin whenever you nervously send him a text message asking for help
Bakugou almost always responds as fast as he’s able to and always show up in some tight fitting shirt to show off his muscles . . . as if he needed to impress you 💪🙄
and when he steps foot into your place it’s even more you than he thought from the goofy little paw print floor mat on the outside of your place.
it’s big and bright and bold and oh so color coordinating. there’s colorful throw pillows, and a cozy little bookshelf. And you’ve got dozens of trailing plants hung up on your curtain rods. And a sleek but childish Lego coffee table.
And a step-stool in your kitchen, which you always use to fetch the instructions for the sink.
And everything is shining from the light hitting the disco ball in the center of your living room. It casts such an alluring light into your beautiful eyes everytime he steps foot into your place 🪩💖
it’s all so much more than his apartment. maybe you’d like decorating a larger space, an actual home? He’d buy you one in a heartbeat let you choose how to style the whole thing.
heck he even loves your bathroom. It looks so much more luxurious than his with the plush bath mats, even tho they’re identical twins of each other.
trust me, Bakugou know bc he always hears you talking to the shampoo bottles in your bath abt your day when he walks in to take he shower after patrol . . .
but Kats is also a gentlemen despite his brash exterior and he’ll always dunk his head under the spray so fast that’s he just catches your mumbling tones
also loves the excited bounce you do when you come home to find a package at the door
or the first Wednesday of the month. Smt abt your show bc you always refuse the dinner offer at his place. . . luckily he’ll just show up with an extra at your balcony door. And it’s one evening when he rasps on your door that you drag him into the house by the hand and violently shush him as you shove him into place next to you on your couch.
or his favorite is when you got the pro being like :o when you absent mindedly snuggle yourself up next to his beefy arm after a news report with particularly big villain and tall glass of wine later
it’s not like you missed him or were worried. nah nothing like that for sure . . . 🫶
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Can you do a fic where the reader is cooking in a sundress and jack gets turned on so bad that he bend her over and fucks her right then and there
Sundress Season - Jack Harlow
Context: “Tis the season to be horny”
Genre: Smut
Word Count: 1.5k
Pairings: Jack Harlow X Fem!Reader
Warnings: 18 + ! Sexual activity
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Please DO NOT ENGAGE if not 18+. Reader’s discretion is advised. I am not responsible if YOU CHOOSE to continue.
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The festivities had begun, the backyard slowly becoming full of family and friends. The sun beamed down on your skin, the water droplets of salt reflecting in the light.
You watched your man from afar work on the grill, a white towel draped over his shoulder, his black wife-beater slightly damp in sweat and shoulders pink from the smothering of the sun. It looked a lot better than last time.
You knew it was a good idea to invest in that sunscreen.
You sipped at your drink as you moved towards him, leaning your head into his broad back.
“Mm, mamas, you know I’m sweaty right?” You heard him chuckle from in front of you, his head slightly turning to look over his shoulder at you.
“Don’t care. Wanted to say hi.” You spoke into his shoulder, kissing the freckled flesh. You moved with him as he took a few steps back from the grill, eyeing you up and down.
“You look beautiful today princess.” He spoke, moving to kiss your lips.
“I don’t look beautiful everyday?” You spoke, raising your eyebrows at him.
“Don’t start with me.” He spoke, moving to grab your ass, his other hand resting on your waist.
“Mm, you know I love teasing.”
“Of course I do,” he pecked your lips. “You’re doing it right now by wearing this dress, goddamn.” You smiled at him taking the towel and wiping the sweat from his brows.
“You’re working hard out here Jack, why don’t you take some time off to cool off in the kitchen?” You moved your head down to the slit of your dress, Jack’s eyes following as you flashed your uncovered pussy.
You weren’t wearing any panties.
“Ayo Urb?” Jack called out to his bestfriend, the camera man turning around with a beer in his hand. You chuckled as you swiftly walked away, back to the house.
“What’s up?” The tall man moved towards the other, Jack handing Urban the spatula.
“You mind watching the grill for me? I gotta take care of something.” Urban’s eyes followed to where you moved, slightly catching a glimpse of your figure in the dress.
“Take your time bro.” He dapped him up, Jack breaking into a jog as he made his way towards you.
“I made some lemonade earlier, two pitchers actually. One of them is spiked with Deep Eddys, that shit has no right being-“ Jack slammed the refrigerator door in front of you, spinning you around and pressing you up against the cold metal.
“I don’t care about the fucking lemonade, what I care about is how you’re walking around with my pussy not having any underwear on.”
“You’re pussy? I’m pretty sure it’s attached to my body.”
“And I’m pretty sure I’m the one who gives it the most pleasure. I bet you you’re wet right now.” He spoke, washing his hands quickly to move towards you again, his fingers running over your folds. He pulled back the two digits, both covered heavily with your slick.
“Mhm. Just as I suspected.” He licked his fingers, tongue swirling as he let out a sinful moan. “Damn you taste good.”
“Jack…” You whispered out, feeling yourself growing wetter.
“Hold on mamas, need one more taste.” At that he shoved his leg between yours, spreading your legs wider as his fingers plunged into your wet heat. He thrust his fingers into you skillfully, hitting your sweet spot rather quickly.
“Oh fuck, Jack..”
“Mhmm, feels good baby, doesn’t it?” He questioned, prompting another moan from you as you were speechless.
However, Jack didn’t like that.
“Hey,” he gave your pussy a slap, causing you to gasp. “I asked you a question.”
“Does” Slap! “It” Slap! “Feel” Slap! “Good?” Slap!
“Yes Jack, fuck yes, it feels so good!” You whimpered out, your pussy spazzing.
He moved his hand from your sensitive cunt, licking his hand.
“Shit ma, I need the whole thing.” He swiftly dropped to his knees, pulling your leg over his shoulder, the slit of your dress giving easy access. He immediately took your folds into his mouth, separating them with his tongue and lapping at your clit. You cried out, gripping his curly locks to stabilize yourself.
“Jack, baby, holy shit..”
“Lower your tone baby, remember, our friends are out there. And just because the windows are tinted doesn’t mean they can’t hear you.” He spoke huskily, your knees buckling. You rolled your head to the left, looking at your friends socializing in the backyard. The excitement and adrenalin of getting caught making you clench down.
“You like this, don’t you? Can feel you clenching. You like the idea of getting caught, dontcha baby?” You moaned loudly at Jack’s words, thighs shaking are you grew close to your orgasm.
That is, until Jack pulled away.
“Jack…”
“Shh, I gotchu ma. Don’t you worry.” You heard the sound of Jack’s shorts drop to the floor, him tapping his dick on your clit. He swiftly turned you around, bending you over the counter.
“Beg for it. Beg for me to fuck you.” He moaned in your ear, licking a stripe up your neck.
“God, Jack, please. Please fuck me, I need it, I need you inside me so badly. I want to be full of you, please.” He let out a deep moan, grabbing you by your hips.
“Well, when you say it like that,” He thrusted inside you. “I can’t say no.” He picked up his pace, his cock driving in and out of you deliciously. He was hitting all the right spots, pulling moan for moan from you.
“Jack, baby.. fuck, don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
“Hmm, don’t plan on it.” He smacked your ass, watching the flesh ripple underneath his palm.
“Fuck ma, you feel so good. Always so tight and ready for me.”
“Uh-huh, only you Jack. Always and only you.”
“Mhm, I’m gonna breed you right here in this kitchen while our friends are right outside in our back yard.” His filthy words pulled a moan from you, you now beginning to meet his thrusts. The sounds of skin slapping and the wetness of your cunt filled the room, your eyes rolling in the back of your head as you became cock drunk.
“Babybabybabybabybaby” You chanted like a mantra, your pussy beginning to clench down harder on Jack.
“I’m gonna fill this little pussy up so well with cum that it’ll be dripping down your legs. You'd like that, wouldn’t you? My little slut.” He slapped your ass again, making you clench down even harder on him. He moved his hand to rub your clit, drawing harsh circles on the bud.
“Fuck Jack, baby, I’m gonna cum.”
“Cum for me ma, cum all over me.”
And you came. Hard.
So hard the you almost fell over, your body spasming, pussy squirting all over Jack and his shorts.
“Shit ma, shit.” Jack jolted, painting your walls with his seed. He pulled you up by your throat, bringing your lips into a searing kiss.
From the corner of your eye, you noticed Druski’s figure walking towards the door.
“Shit Jack, shit. MOVE.”
“What- oh fuck.” Jack swiftly moved behind the counter, almost tripping over his shorts at his feet. He hid behind the counter trying to get himself together before Druski came in.
“Hey Y/N, where’s Jack?” Druski moved into the kitchen, wrapping his arms around you to give you a side hug.
“Right here.” Jack popped up from behind the counter, smiling at his friend.
“Yo, why the fuck were you hiding behind the counter?”
“Y/N dropped something, isn’t that right pretty girl?” He looked at you, waiting for you to play along.
“Yeah, dropped my earring.”
“But both of them are in your ear-“
“Hey Dru! Check out this spiked lemonade, I used Deep Eddys.”
“Yo, I heard of that. Shit apparently tastes straight like lemonade, no alcohol in it.” You moved to pour him a glass, sliding it across the marble countertop. He took a sip, making a face as he looked at the glass.
“Yo, this will have you fucked up. Damn this is good.” Druski announced as he finished the glass, Jack eyeing your legs. You followed his eyesight, noticing the mixture of cum running down your thigh.
“Well, if you’ll excuse me, I need to use the restroom. There’s another pitcher in there that’s not spiked. You boys mind taking that outside for me?” You kissed Jack’s cheek as you slid past him, not without him slapping your ass.
“Yes ma’am.” Both men looked at you as you passed by, Jack smirking at you.
“Y’all two were in here fuckin weren’t you?”
“Yup.”
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A/N: I just now realized that it said “cooking” in the sundress. I guess it’s kind of cooking?? I’m so sorry, I literally have the memory of a pea. I started writing and totally forgot the “cooking” part.
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Arena Angel
(Chapter 1)
Hisoka x reader; Chrollo x reader; Illumi x reader (might start off relatively slowburn as I build the story)
Y/N used to work as an unofficial healer at the Heaven’s Arena, but was recently demoted and can no longer perform her side gig. Chaos ensues when her fav lil menace returns from an absence. (Adultrio x reader)
Bzzt… bzzt… bzzt
With what most would deem unnecessary violence, you smacked your alarm clock with all the rage one can muster at 5:00am.
“W-what time is it?”
Sleepy mumbles cascaded from your lips, as you rubbed your eyes vigorously, trying to shake the sleep from them. Forcing yourself upright, you at once your bed for a moment, contemplating your options.
You could get up now, or be late for work.
“God, I hate this fucking job.”
I mean, working at the notorious Heaven’s Arena wasn’t all bad - the pay was good, you worked with friends, and there were plenty of hot men to stare at (if you could ignore their psychotic personalities), but the early mornings really did suck.
“I swear to god, as soon as I can afford it I’m quitting this god forsaken job.”
Despite your grievances, you still found the motivation to drag a comb through your hair, throw on some makeup to hide the visible bags under your eyes, and don your rather eccentric (but kinda cunty?) uniform.
Admiring yourself in the mirror, you picked at the uniform with a slight frown.
“Holy shit, am I sexy in this uniform.”
With a sudden surge of energy, you slapped your cheeks for courage and headed off to work.
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“Hmm, coffee really does make everything better!” With eyes extremely alert and a beaming smile, you skipped over to your manager’s office to learn your assignment for the day.
‘Mimi! It’s been too long, baby!”
“Y/N, you literally saw me 8 hours ago.” With an exasperated sigh, your manager got up from her desk to approach you.
“You’re on sign-in duty today. No complaints this time, honey.”
“Awh, but Mimi, it’s so fucking boringggg!” You shook her arm gently, whining at your assignment for the day.
Sign-in duty sucked. You had to act all happy and shit to meet these wannabe fighters who likely wouldn’t even make it to the tenth floor.
“Baby, please, at least let me work the desk on 100!”
Mimi groaned at your persistence. Shaking your limbs away from her arm until you released her, she returned to her desk.
“Nothing I can do, honey. You’re gonna have to suck it up today.”
With a groan befitting an annoyed teenager, you dragged your feet and stumbled out of Mimi’s office. You grumbled under your breath as you slammed the door for effect, trying to emphasise your displeasure.
“Don’t slam my fucking door, missy!” A yell came from behind the door, as you hastily jogged away. Mimi sure knew how to ruin your day with relative ease. I mean, you loved the girl, but fuck did she give you the worst assignments.
Once again, you began whining to yourself as you made your way towards the elevator.
“There’s literally never anyone interesting to speak to there. This is why Melanie works the sign-in desk: there’s nothing going on in that fucking head of her’s. I, on the other hand, am a fucking Nen user, and I’m not ever allowed to work on the 200’s anymore.” Rambling to yourself as you stomped into the elevator, you waved your hands around for emphasis.
“I mean, I slapped a participant one time, ONE FUCKING TIME, and I get borderline demoted. Bullshit, if you ask me.” With unnecessary force you slammed the ground floor button on the elevator, tapping your foot impatiently as you waited to arrive at the bottom of the building.
A dark air seemed to gather around you, deterring watchful stares from people passing by, as you slumped down into your chair, putting on your game face.
“Ok, Y/N. You’re gonna be the best fucking greeter ever so we can have maybe fun at this job again.”
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Maybe this was your own personal purgatory. Your face hurt from smiling, the amount of ego stroking you’ve already done is mind numbing, and it’s not even noon.
The line still extends for hundreds of meters, and with no end in sight, you accepted your fate with a grimace.
“Killuaaaa, how long is this gonna take??” You suddenly hear an impatient whine a few people down.
You mumble to yourself, “me too kid.”
“Gon, would a little patience kill you? We’re almost there.” The huffing of another young boy catches your attention.
It’s not everyday young children show up to fight he, but then again, you can’t sense any aura from them - other from the usual leaking of course.
‘Maybe I’m getting my hopes up. At least they sound interesting - they’re fucking loud though.’
With a forced smile, you greet the pair. “Hello boys! Are you here to sign up on this fine, fine morning?” The white haired kid widens his eyes slightly, taking in your form.
“That smile looks painful.” Well, this has just killed any baby fever you have ever experienced. The green haired boy clearly needs to work on his social skills.
“Yeah well, ego stroking all day’ll do that to you, kid. Can I help you?” Slightly irked, you try to stay polite, making eye contact with the white haired boy.
“Wait a minute, do I know you? You feel familiar..” you trail off, unsure if you recognise him.
“You’ve aged poorly, old hag.”
“OLD HAG? Is that you, Killua?” Wholly unimpressed, you glare at the cheeky brat. “I’m literally 20. I was 14 the last time you saw me.”
He waved his hand, acting unbothered. “Yeah, yeah, woman. Just sign us up.”
“Well what the fuck’s this kids name, huh? Finally made a friend? Who knew you were capable of socialising, mr assassin.”
The green haired boy’s eyes flitted between the two of you, confused by the witty banter. Pointing at himself, he finally spoke up.
“I’m Gon. It’s nice to meet you, desk lady!”
“Please don’t call me that. I’m Y/N, kid. Nice to meet you. Anyways, let’s get you two signed up. Hopefully I’ll get to see more of you. It’s nice to have familiar faces occasionally.” After a few moments of admin and paper work, you finally set the two boys up.
“ookay, Killua you are number #2054, and Gon is #2055. You guys can head in, and when they call your number, head to the stated arena for your first fight.” You scribble something on a piece of paper and slide it to Killua. “Here’s my number. Call me if you need anything. I’m working on working my way back up the corporate ladder following my last incident.”
Killua snorts at the memory. He’s still astounded you managed to take a fully grown man down with a single slap after he groped you.
“Sweet, I’ll text you if Gon needs babysitting.” Killua grabs Gon by the shoulders, steering him towards the door, despite the boys whines at the insult. You send them off with a chuckle, more determined than ever to get back to the 200’s.
After all, you rather missed your side gig.
A/N: not proofread so sorry if bad grammar lol. this is gonna be a very silly fic. I need the hxh fandom to be reborn so I am contributing fanfics.
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13th doctor x reader - when I look at you
I was wondering if you could please do 2024 prompt #3 with the 13th doctor, if you still write for her? - Anon 💜
3 : “He/she/they carry more anger and pain then the whole universe combined, I can see it. Betrayal, hurt, deception, heartache, they’ve been through it all. He/she/they walked through hell a thousand times.” “Why are you telling me this?” “Because the only time I’ve ever seen true peace in his/her’s/their eyes is when he/she/they saw you.”
Grinning a little bit, you wondered over to one of the alien market stalls, looking at all the strange objects that they were selling.
“What’s this?” You asked.
The being behind the stall smiled at you, picking up the object you pointed to.
“It allows you to find whatever is on your mind, created a hologram map to it.”
“Oh awesome! This is going to help me find the doctor so much easier.”
“You’re friends with the doctor?”
You nodded your head and grinned sheepishly.
“It’s actually why I’m buying it, I have no clue where she went. How much is it?”
The alien smiled a little bit, holding their hands out to you and you held your hands, letting them pass you the bracelet.
“A friend of the doctor is a friend of me. The doctor saved me and many of my people, gave us a home here.”
You smiled softly.
“Yeah.. yeah she’s a good person..” you whispered.
You pressed a button on the bracelet and thought about the doctor, looking at the holographic map that showed she wasn’t all that far from you.
The alien came to stand next to you as you looked around trying to find her, and finally your eyes settled on her just down the street looking at something.
Apparently she had already found you because after a few seconds of looking at her she looked up and beamed brightly at you, holding up her hand, telling you to stay there so you nodded.
You let go of the bracelet and lowered your hand, putting your hands into the pockets of the hoodie you had taken from the doctor a while back.
The doctor got something and she ran over to you, nearly tripping over her own two feet as she came barrelling to a stop.
“I have a surprise for you! Close your eyes!”
You did as she said and you felt her take one of your hands, pressing something into your palm.
“Open them!”
She was beaming with pure happiness like always when she found something to show you, and you looked at the necklace she placed in your hand.
It was shaped like a star, and the middle of it was almost impossibly bright, but it didn’t hurt to look at.
“Wow… it’s so beautiful…” you whispered.
“A long time ago they learned how to harness the light from suns, turn them into jewellery and they’ve fast become popular all over the universe.” The doctor explained.
“Why?”
She took the necklace from you, standing behind you so she could put it around your neck.
“Well, in a lot of cultures it’s a sign that you’re spoken for, others it’s a way for somebody to say they love you.”
You smiled softly, watching as she walked around you.
“Then why do I have it?”
She just grinned brightly at you, taking your hand to kiss your knuckles before she beamed at the alien next to you, speaking in a language you couldn’t understand.
The TARDIS was great at translating but you soon learned that when the doctor was saying something that the TARDIS decided you weren’t allowed to her then you wouldn’t be offered translation.
Usually it revolved around you, something being said about you, nothing bad, always good things, it was the TARDIS respecting the doctors wishes to keep things a surprise.
So, you just stood there happily watching her, every so often catching her glancing at you, giving you the warmest smile possibly before turning to her old friend.
Finally the doctor turned to you and she walked over, kissing your cheek.
“Will you wait here? I’ll be just a few moments I’ve got to run an errand.”
“Of course I will, be safe.”
The doctor smiled ever so gently at you and she jogged away, and you turned back to the alien you were stood with.
They were watching the doctor jog away when they spoke.
“She carries more anger and pain than the whole universe combined, I can see it. Betrayal, hurt, deception, heartache, they’ve been through it all. She walked through hell a thousand times.”
You furrowed your brows a little bit in confusion.
“Why are you telling me this?”
The alien turned to you and they smiled slightly.
“Because the only time I’ve ever seen true peace in her eyes is when she saw you.”
“Really?”
“Oh yes. The doctor looks at you and it’s as if she has just watched the stars being made for the very first time, as if the whole beauty of the universe itself resides within you.”
You looked away shyly.
“I didn’t realise…”
“The doctor loves you wholly with both hearts, I can see that as clear as day, and perhaps, when you feel the time is right, you should act upon the love you have in return, I promise your advances will not be rejected.”
You thought about what they had said.
You and the doctor had always had this one and off kind of situation, you held hands, often she would kiss your cheek or knuckles, and she was insistent on giving you beautiful gifts.
You in return gave her your favourite hoodies to wear if you had to stay at earth for a while, you would always call her every night to tell her about your day and listen to her talk about hers.
You had never seen anybody during this time, and you couldn’t deny how you felt about the doctor.
As the doctor came back and you both made your way back to the TARDIS you were deep in thought.
You didn’t even realise the doctor was in front of you until you felt her hand gently touch the side of your face, and you snapped your eyes to her.
She had her brows furrowed, eyes full of concern.
“Is everything okay…? Did I do something to upset you…?” She whispered.
You didn’t think.
This whole time you had been hesitating, and you didn’t want to hesitate anymore.
You reached up, cradling her face and you leant forward.
The doctor didn’t waste any time in meeting you halfway, connecting her lips with yours, her hand moving to the back of your head as she stepped closer.
You smiled into the kiss and she did the same thing, placing her other hand on your waist, and finally she pulled away.
“Wow… okay.. that was.. wow..” she breathed.
You laughed softly, and she grinned.
“Do it again.”
You leant forward to quickly kiss her again before pulling away.
“Doctor the TARDIS stopped I need to go home.”
“Wait!”
You stopped at the door, and turned to look at her.
“I want another.” She beamed
You laughed, leaving the TARDIS and she was right behind you.
“Kiss me again! Please!”
You had to turned away to hide your laughter, and seeing your little grin made the doctor grin even more as she followed you into your house.
You stopped in the hallway to look through your post, and she moved in front of you, moving your arms so she could stand under them, letting you wrap your arms around her shoulders while she wrapped her around your waist, resting her head against yours.
Finally you set your post down, placing your hands on her back, burying your face into her neck.
“Doctor?” You whispered.
She hummed a little bit.
“I love you too…”
She held you a little tighter, beaming brightly with that little twinkle she had in her eyes every single time she looked at you
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Shape-Up
Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI
Pairing: Cpt Syverson x Black!Reader
Fandom: Sand Castle
Word Count: 1.3K
Summary: Syverson and his girl, Peaches, try and trim his beard without causing a ruckus. Spoiler alert: they fail.
Warnings: Daddy kink, creampie, unprotected p-in-v, pregnancy sex, wasted sandwiches
A/N: There is a really good Syverson Spotify playlist I listened to for this. It was dope. Also, this is my first time writing Sy, so please, be kind. Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best.
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“Peaches!”
You can hear the shout and start making your way upstairs finding your husband in the bathroom.
“There they are!” He coos, kissing your cheek before sliding his hand across your slightly pregnant belly.
“Baby, I’m only at three months! There’s barely a baby yet,” you giggle, secretly loving how Sy has become so sweet suddenly.
“Hey, girl, you’re carrying my baby. Let me be cute, alright?” he insists, kissing your forehead, “Or if you want, I can trim my beard myself. I know you hate doing that for me,” he jests, enjoying the expression change on your face.
“Oh, come on, you know I love trimming your beard, baby,” you whine, pushing out your bottom lip and giving puppy eyes for good measure.
“Fuck, you know what that does to me, Peaches. That mouth of yours got us into this whole situation, ya know?” he jokes, gesturing to your belly.
You feign confusion and Sy rolls his eyes, and you think he is unable to see the sly smile you are hiding as he turns away.
“You do know there is a mirror in front of you, right?” he warns, and you meet his eyes in the reflective surface, “I saw that smile. You think you slick, Peaches?”
“Daaaaaddy, come on. You know we technically were planning around this time to start a family,” you gushed, pulling him close by his beard, “Plus, how cute is this belly gonna look in all them damn sundresses you like so much?”
“What can I say? You have the curves that make a sundress a thing of beauty, Peaches. Just thinking about this lil bump adding another curve to you is doing something to me,” he flirts, his hands wandering over your hips.
“You are too much, sometimes. I love that you can’t get enough of me. But damn, I just took care of you this morning, Daddy,” you insist, trying to jog his memory of having you over the kitchen table.
You watch as the memory plays again across his face, and you can’t help but smile.
He has his beard-trimming kit out on the counter and you have him sit on the toilet and comb out his beard while he watches your face. He pauses, pulling out his phone, and suddenly ‘Just the Two of Us’ is playing.
“Our song!” you beam, smiling at your man.
“We might need a new song soon. It’s gonna be more than two of us. Us versus this lil menace,” Sy laughs, his hand going to your belly.
“I mean, this baby is half-you, so it’s gotta be at least 50% menace. You are right about that,” you agree, reaching for the clippers, “Now, hush up so I can get started, Sy.”
“You only call me Sy when you’re serious, so I’ll hush up this time,” he mutters, lifting his chin so you have better access to his neck.
Luckily, you have done this enough times that it is almost muscle memory at this point. Taking care of the neckline. Shaping up the frontline. Trimming what strays pop up from combing. It’s like an art form, beard trimming. You get lost in it every time.
“I’m almost done, can you play ‘Simple Man’?” you ask, getting in the zone.
“You got it, Peaches,” he says, leaning away to choose the song on his phone, coming back to where you are holding the smaller clippers.
You get back to work, holding his chin up so you can get any spots you missed. Turning his face this way and that, you are finally happy with your work. You were even able to work in a fade to the beard which isn’t his usual style. But when his usual style is basically human Wookie, it’s hard not to want to kick it up a notch.
You step away and let him get up to check out your work in the mirror. “So, how do you like it, Daddy?”
“I love it, Peaches. Damn, I’m looking kinda sexy,” he praised, running his hands over his beard.
“You are looking damn sexy, Daddy,” you flirt, landing a hand on his ass, “Now hit the showers and I’ll have lunch ready in no time.” You scamper out of the bathroom before he can get his arms around you. By the look of lust on his face, you’re lucky you got away.
You hear Sy’s heavy footsteps coming down the stairs and you hit play on the kitchen speaker. ‘Tennessee Whiskey’ starts to play as he rounds the corner and he gets a fantastic view of what you’re wearing.
The “Proud Army Brat” apron that Sy got you as a gag gift is on you, as well as nothing else. Well, nothing else but a smile, as you hold up his favorite lunch. BLT with a pickle spear and kettle chips.
“You are so fucking perfect,” he mused, grabbing the sandwich from your hands and placing it on the dining table, “Can I have you instead of the sandwich, Peaches?”
“I’d be lying if I said ‘I thought you’d never ask’,” you hummed, wrapping your arms around his neck and swaying to the music.
You two lazily kiss and dance to the song until it ends and Sy picks you up, You wrap your legs around him. He walks to the living room and kneels in front of the couch, as to set you down to sit on the couch.
Once you are seated, his hands go to your thighs, spreading you open. ‘Kashmir’ starts to play on the kitchen speaker, and if this was pre-baby you would be lighting up a joint to share. But the kind of pleasure you are about to get makes a joint sound like a high-five.
Sy sinks right into your pussy, lips sucking your clit as one hand rests on your belly and the other finds its way through your folds. You moan and place your hands behind Sy’s head, beckoning him even closer to you.
“Fuck, Daddy, you eat pussy like a god,” you breathed, catching his eye as he licks his lips.
“Damn right, Peaches. I love eating this pussy and you know why?” he quizzes, his thumbs running little circles around your clit.
“Because it’s yours, Daddy,” you groan, grinding your hips for any kind of friction you can get.
“Yes, Peaches. It’s all mine,” he growls, pushing his shorts down so his heavy cock pops free, “Daddy is gonna fuck this pussy now, ok baby?”
“Yes, please, Daddy, fuck me. I’m ready,” you gush, ready to be filled by him.
He takes the tip of his dick and collects some of your moisture, tapping the head against your clit so you moan for him. He lines himself up and pushes in, and you both hiss at the feeling.
“Fuck, Peaches! This pussy is so good, almost too good, baby,” he grunts, holding on to your thighs and pounding into you. He continues to hit that sensitive bundle of nerves within you.
“I’m gonna cum, Daddy,” you whimper, legs shaking as your orgasm overtakes you.
“That’s my good girl, Peaches. Daddy’s right behind you, baby. Daddy’s right there. Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuuuck,” he babbles as he empties inside you, his poor brain is pretty much gone at this point. But he still has the faculties in order to pull out and kiss up your belly, as if praising you. He picks you up easily, carrying you back up the steps and into the bedroom. He helps to wipe you down and undress you.
You are already half-asleep when you feel Sy wrapping his arms around you. “Sleep for now, Peaches, then we can try to eat again. No promises that it won’t end up exactly like breakfast and lunch but I’ll try my best.”
“Love you, Daddy.”
“Love you, too, Peaches.”
Follow-up to this story: My Little Strawberry
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Requests are closed, but this has been sitting in my head for months. A white picket fence-themed story with slasher undertones! This is a little different to my other posts (and longer) because it has a concept and build up, but I hope you guys enjoy it anyway!
Content warning: Slasher horror, adult themes, and overall fucked-upness. Viewer discretion advised. R18+ only.
The reader is referred to as she/her.
Yandere America headcanons
Everyone says the same things about him. That he’s friendly, charming, and reliable. The boy-next-door, the type you’d trust your drink with. What nobody knows is that it’s all an elaborate guise to hide his true colors. Once he reveals them, there’s no going back. You’re never getting away from him.
The worst part is, nobody suspects a thing. Everyone would think you’re the crazy one for accusing him. Thus, his untouchable reputation (and cunning) makes him the most dangerous yandere of all.
The office romance
Alfred is the most popular guy in the building. He’s a hard worker, a people person, and lights up the room with his smile. It feels like he has everything going for him: a great job, good looks, and lots of friends that can’t get enough of him. What he can’t seem to get is your attention.
You’re married to the Danish ditz from customer relations, Mathias Densen. HR usually frowns on that sort of thing, but you were cute together. Either way, you’re friends with Alfred for the same reason everyone else is. He’s charming. The only difference is that he makes an effort to see you outside of work—to see a movie, to grab dinner, or to catch up over some coffee.
“So, what do you say? Me and you at Mastro’s?”
You’re walking out of the break room when he jogs over, his blue tie swinging from side to side. He’s been going on about having a steak dinner with a friend, then complaining nobody wants to go with him—only because he hasn’t asked anybody yet.
“I don’t know, Al. Isn’t that place expensive?”
“Hey, it’s not like I’m paying for the both of us.”
“Okay,” You laugh gently, turning toward the cubicles. Everyone is clacking away on their keyboards or speaking into their telephones. Your husband is one of them, only he’s more animated than the rest, nodding away and chuckling every now and then. “I’ll try and get Mat to pick me up at ten.”
“Great! I’ll be sitting in my office pretending to do stuff until we get off.” He beams.
He likes getting on your nerves. It’s that one trick that gets you to feel closer to him. And it works. During work hours, he’ll drop by your desk to steal your snacks for a reaction. He will literally pluck a candy bar or pastry out of your hand and stuff it in his mouth while walking away. When you get mad at him, he’ll just laugh and go, “you’re not supposed to eat at your cubicle. I’m just saving your ass from trouble. If you don’t believe me, you can take it up to HR.”
If he’s not picking on you, he’s a total sweetheart. Alfred will make you coffee without being asked. Mathias usually keeps an eye out for stuff like that, doing favors for you when you need them, but not when he’s predisposed with work. He’s easily distracted, unfortunately. And Alfred is an opportunist. “You look tired. I’ll add in an extra bit of everything to give you the energy.”
Being closer to him, he can act more like himself when he’s around you. That means less of the laughing, small talk, and all that nonsense. He can actually give you a straight answer. You’re willing to let him explain, and if not, you seem to trust him for his judgement. He loves that. He thrives off validation. But by the rare occasion you do disagree with him, you mostly just poke fun at him. “Doesn’t that seem kinda stupid? Or am I just an asshole? I’m the asshole? Okay, fine.”
He starts obsessing over you. It’s refreshing to be around someone he doesn’t need a social battery for. Alfred is also lonelier than he’d like to admit. He can’t count how many superficial acquaintances he has. You’re an outlier, so he make it clear he’s high-strung about you in a ‘guy best friend’ way. He won’t stop competing with Mathias over everything as a joke. It’s really not. “So, is the husband gonna take you to Field of Screams this weekend, or am I gonna have to?”
He makes his attraction to you glaringly obvious. Alfred doesn’t care to hide it. It starts off subtle, like looking at you when he’s laughing in a group setting. Then, he’ll start gazing your way when you aren’t even paying attention to him. When it gets to that point, he has the balls to hold your waist when he’s around you. When I say he’s an expert at playing things off, I mean it.
That’s when he starts scheming. He will match his schedule with yours and sabotage Mathias’s. You start seeing him more during the work week, not knowing it was his doing. Alfred will catch you in the break room every day, making sure to get in every ounce of interaction there is.
What gets him to blow his cover is jealousy. And not from the third-wheeling he’s already doing. That, he can keep a lid on. But telling him you hope to have a baby soon? With your husband?Alfred will turn red in the face and lose his composure. His reaction is visceral, rambling about why you shouldn’t, that it’ll ruin your career, that kids aren’t economic, and any other bullshit reason he can come up with on the spot.
“You’re too young,” He laughs breathily. He’s already rubbing you the wrong way, but he drives the stake in with this comment. “And plus, do you really wanna have a baby with that guy? I mean, look at him—”
You slap him right across the face.
His head turns in the direction of your hand. He falls silent, his smile gone. That’s the end of your friendship. But to him, it’s the start of something else. And it isn’t half as holy as what you have with Mathias. Or what anyone has, for that matter.
“What, do you hate me now? Just say it and I’ll leave you alone.” Alfred gives you a side-eye.
“I really want to hate you.” You fume, wrapping your arms around yourself. Your voice is hushed to hide the hurt in it. “You’re an asshole. But I just want you to apologize, even if I shouldn’t talk to you again.”
“Fine. I’m sorry.”
When you argue
Alfred is manipulative. He victimizes himself or over-exaggerates to make it seem like something is not his fault. “I’m sorry for giving my opinion. I was just trying to be honest,” or “Great. Now I’m the bad guy.” are typical responses when you confront him. He hates being confronted. He will do anything to avoid the blame, even if it means pinning it on you. He never admits he’s wrong.
He needs to have the last word in an argument. He will go back and forth with you for hours if he has to. He only ever stops when you give up, meaning you storm out on him. He’s knocking on your door, pleading to work this out with you. Shut him out all you want, he’ll force himself into the room. “Babe, just hear me out. I’m sorry for being an asshole—wait, don’t lock the door—you locked the door. You know I have keys, right?”
If you’re crying, he turns gentle and affectionate. Kissing, hugging, whispering how sorry he is for hurting your feelings. Alfred then makes it up to you with a romantic dinner, a movie night, or flowers. Even then, he still won’t double-down. He only feels bad for making you cry, not for the point he’s making. Egocentric is his middle name. He thinks his opinions are always right, and can’t see things from another perspective.
Psychology
He has a sense of entitlement like no other. Being close to him will give him the confidence to do anything. He will go from a friend to a homewrecker pretty fast. Why? Because he can. It comes from his undying belief that you’ll always forgive him. That you like him enough to let everything he does slide. And he won’t think twice to take advantage of your soft spot for him.
He has a major superiority complex. Alfred loves what he is—his intelligence, charisma, and wit. He also believes he’s far better for you than Mathias is. What he has with you is more special, and he’s dying on that hill. “You can be with him in another life” is bullshit. Fuck that. Having a husband won’t stop him from chasing you, let alone your rejection. You just need to give him some time. You’ll warm up eventually.
He’s mastered the art of seduction. Once he admits his attitude is out of jealousy, he will try and get you to give in to him. If he can kiss you, or better yet, get you to have sex with him, your marriage will be over. He’ll have you all to himself. “I didn’t want you to have his baby because I want you to have mine. Okay?”
Alfred is very traditional. He loves the idea of having a nice big house in the suburbs. He has a thing for kids too, so it’s no wonder why he freaked out so much in the first place. He’s also happy to play along with gender roles, however obsolete they are. He wants to be the provider. That’s one thing he mentions to persuade you to dump Mathias and marry him instead.
He’s obsessed with his image. Alfred needs to look like a perfect poster boy to compensate for everything he’s thinking about doing, or what he’s already done. Being admired is a coping mechanism for him to be at peace with himself. He’s deluding himself that he’s a good person. There’s a practicality of a good reputation too—he can avoid any and all suspicion.
What’s unique about him is that he never ‘snaps’. He retains a level-headedness throughout, even while doing the most unsound things. Making threats, stalking, you name it. He can look Mathias straight in the eye and say, “I’ll kill you,” before smiling and playing it off as a joke. It’s not. He’s already thinking about how he’s gonna do it.
He feels no empathy for his victims. There’s a ‘necessity’ in his actions, and he refuses to think they’re really just violent impulses. He associates aggression with unrefined criminals, which he feels he’s above. He’s too clever and classy to be a criminal. He’s too ‘in control’ of himself. Alfred could be the most dangerous out of all the prisoners behind bars, but he’d get pretty pissed being treated like the same—like an animal.
He’s a true-blue psychopath. It’s hard to gauge how much love he’s capable of, but his obsession with you goes without saying. Keeping you in his grasp is all he can care about. Controlling how the world sees him will make sure of that. Killing anybody in his way is just maintenance. There’s a satisfying finality of death, the absolute silence of possible witnesses. His victims will never get him caught if they’re in the trunk of his car. The soil in his garden. When they let out their last breath, all they see is the million-dollar smile that everyone fell for. It’s a final display of power, a cruel reminder that he will never be caught.
His first target is your unassuming husband. The trigger is simple—your plans to start a family with him. Alfred needs to get rid of him before that happens. He will study his schedule before following him in his car. When Mathias is alone, he will sneak up from behind and hit him in the back of his head with a bat. Alfred will pack his body in his trunk like he’s packing for Summer.
He’ll comfort you while you’re grieving your husband’s sudden disappearance. When you’re anxious in the middle of the night, he’s more than happy to talk to you over the phone. Alfred is now closer to you than ever, and makes it a habit to swing by and keep you company. What he can’t change is how you feel about Mathias. He’s long dead and gone, but your love for him is undying. Sometimes, you might even cry about how much Alfred reminds you of him.
That’s how he comes up with this: impersonating and replacing your late husband. An opportunity comes along when you get in a car accident. Alfred rushes to the hospital to see you, only for the doctor to inform him of the brain trauma you endured. You have retrograde amnesia; you can’t remember major details about your life. Not your friends, family, or a Mathias Densen being in your life. Alfred would be a fool if he didn’t take advantage of that. He will sit by your bedside and lie that he’s your husband, the Mr to your Mrs.
Home life
Alfred is a con artist. Not only will he convince you of your new marital status, he’ll get rid of any evidence of Mathias being in your life. He’ll photoshop his face out of your pictures and replace it with his own. It’s easy to do because they look similar. Then, he shows it to you to ‘refresh’ your memories of him. You’re sitting in your hospital bed, bonding with him over events that never happened. Not with him, anyway. “And these—” He flips through a photo book before wiping his eyes. “—these are our wedding photos. They’re really, really pretty, I know. We rented out a National park and everything.”
He takes you ‘home’ to the middle of nowhere. The house is a huge, rustic, and gorgeous manor in the mountains, i.e., miles away from your next door neighbor. It’s the perfect getaway for fresh air, quiet, and enjoying the wilderness. Alfred can live the life he’s always idealized, and with the woman he’s idealized it with. He won’t have to worry about anybody finding you here, either. “Once you get a little better, we can try out the pool. It’s heated.” He grins, turning to you with a spatula in hand. You’re sitting in the patio while he barbecues some meat. As for the apron, it’s a bright pink one with ‘kiss the cook’ on it. And you do, thanking him for how sweet he’s being.
He’s a dedicated husband. Alfred is incredibly sensitive to your mood, and will do anything to keep you comfortable. He has no problem going to work, doing the chores and being there for you when you need him, especially while you recover. You worry you’re not doing enough, but he always assures you otherwise. All he wants is for you to get used to moving around on your own. Deep down, he knows that having you is more than what he deserves. Being the perfect hubby is almost like his redemption for what he did.
He works on himself. He can’t ruin what he has with you, so he tries to mellow out his more undesirable traits—narcissism, apathy, etc. Alfred will go to therapy for it. Separating from him isn’t on the table. Ever. What are people gonna say when you tell them you divorced a man you never married? What is Alfred gonna do when they tell you about your real husband? Keeping you happy is his number one priority, and he’ll feel good while doing it.
Alfred manages all your affairs. You don’t know where everything is, all your files, documents, and important passwords. You don’t ‘remember’ them, apparently. But that’s no problem. He can handle it. He becomes the more dominant one in the relationship, being responsible for the bills and bureaucratic side of things. There’s nothing you can do without asking him first, but it never feels restricting, or demeaning for that matter. He’s always kind about it, doing things for you and taking the lead, so you feel protected.
He’s very sensual. Alfred values the physical aspect of the relationship, and, of course, the time he spends with you. He loves taking you on long walks where he can just hold your hand and ramble about all the animals he wants to find. Deer, chipmunks, even butterflies. He loves it when you take off his glasses just to kiss him. Suddenly, he doesn’t want to look for animals anymore. “Wanna go home and kiss in the pool?”
He likes sleeping in on Sundays. That gives you the chance to get up and make breakfast for him. Alfred is a pretty heavy sleeper, but it doesn’t take long for him to wake up when you’re not next to him. He will get out of bed, throw on a robe, and saunter into the kitchen with the worst bed head of the century. While you’re frying up some pancakes, he will hug you from behind. “Can you put in some chocolate chips for mine?” Alfred mumbles, squeezing you tighter. You ask him to let go of you so you can get it for him, and he’ll just change his mind on the spot. “Nah.”
He has to be in the same room as you. The house is pretty damn big, but it doesn’t feel like a home when he can’t be with you. If you’re folding laundry in the bedroom, he will walk in, flop onto the bed, and clack away on his laptop. If you’re watching TV when he comes home from work, he will put his head on your lap and take a nap. Alfred is clingy when he’s tired, but who doesn’t sleep better when they’re around loved ones?
He’s the most affectionate when he wakes up in the morning. Not only is he comfortable in bed, he’s turned on by your smell. You’ve been under the covers with him for hours, so your scent is the strongest now. Alfred will cuddle you for a good hour or so, kissing you until you memorize the taste of his tongue. He also has to deal with morning wood, so morning sex becomes a bit of a routine. It’s the first thing on the menu, after all.
Not a month goes by before you find out you’re pregnant. Either from him, or Mathias. You think it’s Alfred’s. Alfred doesn’t know that, though. But it’s not like he’s gonna check. A paternity test could potentially be evidence for his crimes. Either way, it doesn’t matter. He’s excited to be a father, and there’s nobody else out there that can claim the baby is theirs. The baby will look like him too, so it won’t make much of a difference.
He’s happy, you’re happy, and Mathias has germinated into a flower. There’s a pretty patch of daisies in the backyard, which you see Alfred tending to every now and then. He’s picked up gardening as a hobby ever since he moved here.
“I didn’t know you liked flowers,” You comment mindlessly, staring into the yard from the balcony. The daisies sway lightly to the breeze, and you stand watch. He’s hugging you from behind, kissing your head and cheek. “They look really nice, by the way.”
“Nice enough to not be dug up, I hope.”
“Why would I dig up something you planted?”
“You wouldn’t.” Alfred smiles. “You wouldn’t.”
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dominant mc - obey me! headcannon (18+)
so, in my eyes, not every mc is gonna be an adorable, obedient (kinda), subby mc, there’s gotta be some that are doms and will absolutely crush a skull with their thighs and cause problems with the others,, or maybe i’m hopeful
either way! i wanted to write something more suggestive with some bromance shit for beel, this is just the bros but i’ll do the dateables minus luke at one point
part 2 has been out for awhile, i just forgot to link it ;;;
minors dni, slight spoilers in like,, all of them
prompt: a dominant mc is picked for the exchange program and how their time with the bros would be (+how sex is)
genre: general & smut
pairings: bros
LUCIFER
You cause him so many more headaches cause of the trouble you cause it’s unreal
Finds you more unbearable than he already did at the start because of it
He was one of the few that expected a small, meak, frightened human to appear but instead a muscle head appears and goes, “Well! Okay! I’m MC.”
Yeah, he knows, and he regrets this program so much right now
Continues his normal deal about the program, Mammon becoming your guard, etcetc
And you just nod your head along while he talks which makes him think you won’t be a problem
Then you ask, “So, do you guys have gyms down here? Home workouts?”
Completely floored that you just grazed over the program that Diavolo has to pipe in that yes, Devildom DOES have gyms and Mammon can show you them!
After all the season one stuff and you get your pact, he’s more or less interested how you’d handle the belonging to him thing
Oh how you turn the tables on him the first night
He’s sprawled on his desk, gripping the edges when he can, gasping for air as he moans while you’re fucking him and ripping his head back up by his hair
Refuses to admit what he likes about it when you’re coddling him because he can’t walk in a straight line
You’ve broken part of his pride and he WILL get back at you for it
But he does slightly like being on the receiving end, especially during the aftercare
Just don’t comment on it or you’ll get a snippy reaction that he’s just seeping the moment in that you did what he wanted
“What you wanted, huh?”
You’re beaming as he realizes what he says
“Wanna elaborate?”
“No, I don’t.”
MAMMON
Doesn’t get why he has to protect you, you clearly got some tough blood and you’re ripped!
But when he tries to leave, you grab his hand and smile, “C’mon! I wanna last a few days at least.”
?????? THE FUCK DOES THAT MEAN ??????
Mostly trails after you cause you’ve got the stride going and if he gets distracted, he has to jog
After the TSL knowledge battle, he’s really just falling to the fucking floor for you
Somehow, a big strong person like you still manages to hurt themselves too?
And he hates that you’re bullying yourself for it
“I could’ve run for a couple more minutes, really! But I was too damn clumsy and tripped, just my luck.”
“Quit talkin’ about yourself like that! You’re still a strong person under that little injury! It’s gonna heal real fast cause you know how to treat it, so why worry about it!?”
Small pause, “You think I’m strong?”
Now it’s your turn to fall head over heels for him
Don’t let anyone see how you look at him, especially Mammon
If he sees you resting your head on your hand while leaning on the table, he’ll go from no blush to a fucking tomato in two seconds
Is even worse during your first time because HOLY SHIT YOU’RE ON TOP OF HIM AND YOUR HANDS ARE HOLDING HIS DOWN AND YOU- you’re taking off his pants holy s-
A complete moaning mess from just a tongue, a screamer to the point you have to shove his head (sadly) into a pillow so you can please him properly
Aside from moaning like crazy, he whines like crazy when you don’t give him what he wants or when you tease him
Worship his body when you’re teasing him and he’ll moan, he’s a mess for you in and out of the bedroom
If you do anything out of the bedroom, please be ready to catch him if he stumbles or his knees buckle
LEVIATHAN
Your size both confused and made him jealous
How the hell is a human Beel’s size? Why isn’t he YOUR size? Probably cause he’s a yucky otaku who holes himself up
After the TSL knowledge battle and the pact, he’s more open to you but doesn’t expect you to swing by often
So fucking confused when you swing by often and even more confused that you’re interested in his collections and games
Someone your size.. Likes this stuff? Otaku stuff?
“I’m still kinda new to it but I don’t mind learning more.”
Recommends you animes, manga, everything and if you read/watch/etc go tell him about it
And the closer he gets to you, the less he can even look you in the eyes without becoming flustered
The first time you laugh and call him cute he shuts down like, literally folds over in his chair that you think something happened, but when he wakes up and panics again because you’re inches from him, kinda fills in a f e w blanks
And everyone, truly, we all know he has a degradation kink
The first time with him is a bit rocky because he’s super shy and doesn’t know how to do these things that well and when you moan he goes red and needs a second
So you have to get him riled up, tell him how bad of a boy he is, that he needs to do better to please you
He’s more than likely into choking or collars so use that to your advantage
Mix in praise when he does good
And when his back is arching off the ground while his hands are hiding his red face and muffling his moans, lean down, bite his ear and murmur, “Bad boy, you need to do better for your master.”
Whines super loud before peeking out to see your false disappointment before whining again to tell you to go harder
Your name definitely falls from his lips a lot
SATAN
He found your strength impressive considering what he’s heard about humans
But that doesn’t change how he treats you much or what leads up to the body switch
He’s still the same Satan who you had to help his relationship with Lucifer
But, once you’ve formed a pact and grown closer, watch him go from smug to very flustered
You can pick him up, poke his cheek or just pull him into your arms and he’ll click his tongue or softly huff before hiding his blushing face in his book
He doesn’t understand how simple gestures stir up these feelings in him
The first time you completely pick him up, either bridal style or over your shoulder, he’s gonna be near screaming at you to put him down
“Sorry! I don’t know what came over me.” With a head pat with clear away any negative feelings of the matter
Still not a big fan of it in public, even if he’s showing off that you’re his
But instead of him holding you, you’re holding him, the Fourth strongest demon in your arm as if he was nothing but a feather to you..
And during your first time, good god
He wasn’t about to let you see him in such a state and shoves his face away in a pillow
But when you lean down and bite his shoulder while telling him what a good kitty is
Come on, you don’t think he’d snap his head to you while moaning up a storm?
Refuses to look you in the eye the next morning, especially if you’re very aftercare centered
But he did like it just.. ore gentle next time, you can keep the pet name, but he needs to walk in a straight line
ASMODEUS
Oh he was beaming from day one
You’re cute already cause you’re a human with a bright soul, but now you’re a human who’s got a great body?
How badly does he wish his charm worked on you cause he’d have his way with you
He’s very touchy with you, especially around your abdomen/thighs
Will go lower if you don’t smack his hand away
If you don’t though, he’s gonna have his fun, especially if you’re alone with him
Just cause you’re more muscular doesn’t stop him from the skincare treatments
And the first time.. Oh the first time
He has honey dripped words, hands gliding across your body like he’s done this with you before and sweet kisses being planted everywhere
Absolutely loves you on top, bottom, anywhere
He likes it slow so he can admire and praise you for longer
He’s had so many sexual experiences with demons and humans alike, but you’re better cause you listen to him too
Y’all could go for multiple rounds and he still would sit up and ask to go again
But, whenever you’re done, he’ll grab you a rob and get you all comfy
May sometimes just let you sleep nude in his bed with him if you’re just too tired to get covered
Which he doesn’t mind at ‘cause your body.. worship-worthy along with his own
BEELZEBUB
Gym bro energy 100%
After you get a pact with Beel, he’s a lot more open to share his workout time with you
He’ll let you do what your body can handle and rest but he has a workout he has to keep up with
You can’t match his eating and dietary habits cause it’s Beel, but you do explain that human muscle building is way fuckin different from demon
Going out to eat with Beel is a “cheat meal” by a lot
But Beel absolutely loves spending time you more and more, especially cause you’re gym bros
Now, the first time, you were torn
It’d be fun to be topped by a demon for once, but holy shit he’s so cute while flustered
I hc that Beel is slightly subby to mc but their height/strength/etc matters
So you being his size or bigger he’ll let you take the lead
But he does really like making you happy and you make him a special kind of hungry, so it’s rare
He’s a marker, he’ll leave a lot of bite marks, hickeys, and may make you bleed by accident from time to time (and then apologize once the bliss is gone)
He mostly grunts, occasional deep moans but he’s a bit embarrassed when he does it
So encourage him, make him comfortable then go at him and he’ll be more vocal with you
He does like it gentle and on the slow side but not extremely slow
After you’re done, grab him some snacks so he doesn’t nibble on you and start it up again
BELPHEGOR
Whenever you’re comfortable around him again, he’s using you as a pillow
You don’t have a choice, you’re Beel sized
He likes how your body is like a pillow
Squishy but not to the point he sinks and not too hot either
Plus, hearing your heart slowly beating if his head is on your chest relaxes him a lot
On the other side of the coin, he’s such a bratty ass sub who likes to be smug and tease you
Not even just during sex, he’ll remind you about that while teasing you
He likes seeing someone your size so flustered from one little comment
And your first time together most likely started because he walked in on you or you walked in on him trying to have private time
If it was him walking into you, the whole time you’re fucking him, he’s smirking and saying you’re glad he walked in
And if you walked in on him, he’s still smirking but calling you a pervert instead
But he does really like it, and that’s obvious cause of how much he moans in between words
And while you’re doing it from behind, grab his hair and TUG
Degrade and praise him at the same time, bite and suck at his neck, he’ll be a mess especially if you aim for over stimming
He likes aftercare the most cause he can cling onto you like a koala or you carry him to the bathroom and have a bath with him
Just be sure nobody walks in cause he’s for sure falling asleep on you and you won’t be able to move
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