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#my partner agrees with me though. thank g-d#i knew a lot of people didn't like one of the earlier two part episodes i enjoyed but for that one like. i get it?#there's stuff in it *i* don't like and i can see how it could be considered not good. not to me though i had a great time with it#however with the ones i'm thinking about right now. that have an absurdly high score on imdb. REALLY? REALLY??#what is the redeeming quality here. other than that when you watch the episode you can hold up wet morepork. like. sorry#but what is the appeal here#being vague on purpose so hardcore fans don't tell me (guy on the internet watching something fun with the person i love) to Die
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NSFW alphabet (Collettejuice) 1/2
I am the worst. I want to formally apologize to @diehatecry24 for taking waaaaay to long to post this . . . and I'm not going to lie but I only have half of it done. The past month has rabbit punched me with extra shifts at work, increasing musical rehearsals, and not one but two different medical issues that due to the abysmal state of US healthcare have been denied coverage by my insurance.
None of that is a worthy excuse and I once again apologize to @diehatecry24.I did have a lot of fun writing this; I will continue to work on the rest and will post them as soon as I'm able.
NSFW (it's in the title), Collettejuice (also in the title) headcanons.
Please enjoy!
A-Aftercare (How are they after the deed?)
At first, he’s either, “so long, thanks for being a receptacle” or immediately flops over on his side away from you and snoring. Once you make it clear--you have to be firm--that you expect more and that you deserve more, he grumbles but will stick around, stay awake, and cuddle. It’s not as begrudging as he wants to make it seem, though. He’s been rejected so many times that he never got the chance to really enjoy the afterglow. When he gets the hang of it though, he’s a damn octopus clinging to you.
B-Bondage (what are their stances on it?)
A 100% yes if it’s you. He’d do it first time you called him up! You might want to get to know him and actually trust him before agreeing, though. He’s a conman after all, and it’s not above him to get you in a compromising position and then make demands you may not be ready for.
If it’s bondage regarding him . . . nothing close to his neck. Too many bad memories. You want to get a little frisky by using handcuffs or a spreader bar? That’s definitely on the table. Keep in mind that he can slip them any time he feels like it, so you better make it worth his time by edging the hell out of him.
C-Cum (Anything involving cum--creampies, etc.)
Yes yes yes. There’s nothing this Beetlejuice likes more than his come inside you or smeared on you. Territorial, you know? Claiming you. Ask nicely, and he’ll even bring his clones out so you can be the guest star of a bukkake party.
D-Dirty Talk (Do they like to dirty talk/degrade their partner, or are they the more silent type?)
Beetlejuice never.stops.talking. He narrates everything. Even his mouth is occupied, even if you decide to introduce a ball gag, don’t forget his party trick of throwing his voice. He’ll keep up the dirty talk to egg you on. Depending on what your relationship with him is like, he may be incredibly raunchy, encouraging in a dirty way, degrading, or sweet (in a dirty way).
You really want to get him going? Return it. Tell him he’s a slut. Tell him how much you want to ride him, fuck him, and how much you love his cock. Tell him to put his mouth to better use than talking and then force him to use it.
E-Experience (How experienced are they, do they know how to please their partner well or no?)
Experienced in general, yes. Could use some guidance on the whole “this is for both of us” thing! With his history, Beetlejuice is more used to taking than giving, but he’s willing to learn. Positive reinforcement works well for him. Your moaning or gasping or grabbing at him when he does something good for you makes him want to do it again, so use that to your advantage.
F-Favorite Position (What is their favorite position-or more- to make love in?)
His favorite position is your favorite position. He loves being behind you ‘cause he loves to see your ass. He loves being on top because he gets to control the pace. He loves you being on top because then he can relax and let you do the work while he gets to watch you. You wanna try something exotic like the Amazonian position? He’s into it. It’s all good.
G-Goofy (How serious or not serious are they in the moment?)
With Collettejuice that’s hit or miss. At first he’s pulling out all the stops and using jokes, innuendos, etc. as a defense mechanism. To make sure you’re serious, you know, and also to deflect and have an excuse if he’s wrong about you wanting to get it on. Once he knows it’s real, he’s all business. But! If the two of you settle into whatever constitutes a real relationship, that silliness will rear its head now and again (ever see a dick painted black and white like a sandworm with a little figure dressed in a red tux plus a cowboy hat riding it? Don’t worry, you will).
H-Hair (How well maintained are they? Does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
Ha ha ha hahaha
It’s a full on bush down there. Plus or minus a little moss and mold. Maybe a bug or two. It’s funky. It’s green-ish. It’s its own ecosystem with a happy trail to match.
If that’s not your cup of tea, tell him you’re going to do something extra special for him. Lay him on his back. Make it seem like a lark. Praise him. Coo at him. Caress him. Lick him. When he’s nice and relaxed, thinking you’re just showering him because of how much you enjoy every inch of him, gently suggest a little trim. So you can get even closer to him with your mouth, winkwink. He’ll let you.
Then, when he realizes it is better being at least a little manscaped, he’ll keep it up. Honestley, it’s too much sometimes. You might find he’s sculpted his pubic hair into a heart or a lightening bolt as a surprise for you when his pants come off.
I-Intimacy (How intimate are they?)
He pretends he’s not. He pretends this is just your lucky day, getting sexy time with him.
But remember, he’s a liar. He loves the little things: a comfortable touch to his wrist, giving a little wiggle to your hips to flaunt your ass just for him, pushing stray hair off his forehead, inside jokes.
Something he will never admit is that he talks to you when you’re right at the cusp of falling asleep. He talks about how hard it’s been, how lost he was, untl he met you. If you can fake falling asleep, you can listen to him. He’ll deny any of it if you mention it, though.
J-Jack off (Masturbation Headcanon(s))
Like you have to ask. DO NOT bring a black light or any type of paranormal research equipment into your place because you WILL find out how much of his ectoplasmic come is smeared and splattered all over.
As for jerking off with you present--I mean, with you aware--he’d much rather get off in you. But if you ask nicely, if you really beg, he’ll consent to some mutual masturbation. Put on a good show for him though, pleasuring yourself, but not too good. If you moan that you love his cock and it would feel so good to have it in you . . . baby, that’s gonna happen, no matter what he agreed to do.
K-Kink (What is their special kink--or more--that really gets them riled up?)
It’s a weird dichotomy for Collettejuice: he likes you being dominant and forceful and he likes to dominate you. He doesn’t want someone passive or meek. He wants fire and someone who will not put up with his shit. The more domineering you are, the more he’s going to try to be alpha . . . which leads to some very intense fucking.
L-Location (Where do they like to make love the most?)
Beetlejuice would have sex with you on the table in the middle of family dinner if you let him. He’s a horndog and if you give him an inch he’ll take a mile. So be very very careful teasing or joking around with him about fantasies.
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Heyyy, I loved you Annie hcs and I am so glad to find someone who writes for her! I saw someone in the comments say that they love how you didn't immediately associate her with Finnick and I agree.
So my request includes Annie bc she's just so underrated and it's basically some mild smut. It can be whatever you want and I saw you don't write anything explicit, I totally get it, it can be a short blurb or some headcanons, maybe NSFW alphabet, whatever you'd like but Annie smut, to the level you're comfortable ofc, would make my day! 🫶🏻
anon thank you so much for your request and your kind words, they mean a lot!!! i love annie with my whole entire heart so feel free to send in as many requests as you'd like
im trying to write more smut as im lowkey getting more comfortable with it but this my first time doing a nsfw alphabet so please just be cautious that it might not be the best <33
pairing: switch!annie cresta x switch!fem!reader
warnings: nsfw. lesbian sex. not edited.
A — aftercare (what they're like after sex):
annie is super romantic after sex. she'll run you both a bath and light candles, wrapping her arms around your waist. she's really clingy and super big on praise, so she'll make sure to tell you how well you done and how much she loves you.
B — body part (their favourite body part of theirs and their partners)
annie likes her mouth. your eyes are always constantly falling to her lips and she giggles while reminding you where her eyes are. annie likes being able to make you feel good with her tongue too, so that naturally makes her mouth one of her favourite features.
on you, she likes your thighs. in public, she can trace patterns over your skin and in the bedroom, she can grip your thigs as her face is buried in your cunt.
C — cum (anything to do with cum)
i think annie likes to make you cum before even thinking about it herself. she prefers to give rather than receive so your pleasure is really a priority of hers. i think she's a squirter though tbh
D — dirty secret
she dreamed about having you in a bathroom stall once and its been all she can think about since.
E — experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)
annie has practically no experience. i think you would be her first and while she might need a bit of guidance on what you like, she knows what shes doing and she can do it better than any man can.
F — favourite position
i think annie finds thigh riding really hot. she loves when you guide her and leave little finger prints in the skin of her hipbones. it's quite a vulnerable position for her too. she likes being able to watch your face contort in pleasure as you buck your hips into the air, desperately trying to get some friction
G — goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous etc)
for annie, sex is something shared between someone that you love with all your soul, and if you can't laugh with them, then what's the point? if she's giggling during sex, it means you're doing something right!!
H — hair (how well groomed are they? do the curtains match the drapes, etc...)
i quite honestly dont think annie shaves and she has absolutley no shame about it!!
I — intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspects...)
annie is a romantic at heart. shes pressing kisses into your skin and devoting herself to you fully. shes huge on consent, so she praises you when you use your safe word or let her know how youre doing.
J — jack off (masturbation headcanons)
annie touches herself if you haven't seen each other in a while but she prefers to wait until you see each other in person
K — kink (one or more of their kinks)
annies a switch but she does prefer to be on top. she occassionaly likes to tie you up and dont even get me started on her praise kink.
L — location (favourite places to have sex)
as i said, sex is pretty romantic for annie so a lot of it is kept to the bedroom or at the very least your house.
M — motivation (what turns them on, what gets them going)
you. like you could quite literally do anything and this woman is on her knees.
N — no (something they won’t do, turn offs)
annie won’t do anything that hurts you. it’s just a huge turn-off for her. if youre into choking, she will do it, but that’s about as far as she’ll go.
O — oral (preference in giving or receiving)
physical touch is her love language, so regardless of whether its sexual or not, she prefers giving and she knows all the right places to touch you.
P — pace (are they fast and rough or slow and sensual?)
for annie, it’s all about love so she takes her time with you, regardless of circumstances. she has moments of passion where she rips your clothes right off your body, but it still ends up being slow and calculated movements. she doesn’t have sex, she makes love <3
Q — quickies (their opinions on quickies, how often etc)
she rarely has quickies but she’s not against them. if you’ve only got a certain amount of time, then she is all for them.
R — risk (are they willing to experiment, do they take risks etc)
she’s willing to try almost anything with you but i don’t think she’s big on public spaces. she prefers being in private with you but again, she’s a try everything at least once kind of girl
S — stanima (how many rounds do they go for, how long do they last)
annie can go for hours. this woman does not get tired and she only stops once you’re a trembling, writhing mess
T — toy (do they own toys, do they use them, on a partner or themselves)
annie owns loads of strapons and wands. she loves using the strapons on you and edging you with the wands.
U — unfair (how much they like to tease)
surprisingly, i think annie’s a really big tease. she likes hearing you beg for it but in the end, she will always give you what you want bc shes just a huge softie at heart!!
V — volume (how loud are they, what sounds they make)
believe it or not, i think she’s quite loud. she makes soft little moans and whines mostly.
W — wild card (random headcanon)
annie could eat you out for breakfast, lunch and dinner. my girl is a munch.
X — x-ray (let’s see what’s going on in those pants)
shes got a bit of a bush but shes got such a pretty pussy.
Y — yearning (how high is their sex drive)
annie’s got a pretty even sex drive but i feel like it always peaks during her menstrual cycle
Z — ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep)
annie gets pretty sleepy after sex. she stays awake for as long as possible but does typically end up falling asleep before you do.
#the hunger games#grace talks🐚🌷#thg#wlw#annie cresta x reader#annie cresta#headcanons#wlw hcs#the hunger games x reader
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No trick, no treat, just love
Summary
How likely was it that a couple of angel and demon, a god of mischief and a time agent, a lord of dreams and an immortal human would meet? At first sight not at all, but chance and Halloween night could change things.
A story of friendship and love.
Notes
Flufftober Day 31 - Trick or Treat
This is my first time writing Crowley and Aziraphale, I'm new to the fandom so bear with me.
And this is also my first time writing a crossover.
Enjoy the time, the centennial and the ineffable husbands :D
I hope you enjoy this story!
On AO3
Rating G - 3170 words
Aziraphale put away the few books he had taken out for the last few customers who had entered the store and headed for the back room. He looked at the clock and smiled with satisfaction. He took two wine glasses out of the cupboard and one of his finest wine bottles, then placed them on the coffee table.
He was in the process of rearranging the little light garland of pumpkins and bats when he heard the familiar ringing of the store door.
The bell itself was a sound he heard frequently in a day, but the rhythm with which it rang, the way the door closed, the step, belonged to someone in particular.
Aziraphale didn't have time to turn around as two arms wrapped around him from behind in a familiar embrace and a voice with equally familiar tones whispered in his ear, "Good evening my Angel."
He leaned into the embrace for a few seconds before turning and answering, "Good evening my dear." before lifting his hands and removing his partner's glasses.
He murmured, "There, that's much better like that."
Crowley leaned in, kissing him lightly on the lips before stepping back a little and asking, "Are you okay?"
"Much better now that you're here." replied Aziraphale as he walked to the door of the store. He turned the "closed" sign outward on the glass door and then caught Crowley's hand, pulling him behind him toward the back room.
Crowley followed him and asked, "Why? Did you have a hard day?"
Aziraphale shook his head as Crowley sat down on the couch and poured them two glasses of wine.
He handed one to Crowley and with his in hand, he went to sit next to the demon. He took a sip first, set his glass on the coffee table and, leaning his head on Crowley's shoulder, sighed before replying, "It's not that it's been hard, but it's been busy. I don't think I can hear the phrase, 'Trick or Treat' once more."
He chuckled softly, "I told you to close the store, but no, my angel is a real angel and wants all the little pests to get their candy."
Aziraphale protested, "Crowley! Don't be mean like that. Children are pure beings who-"
Crowley put down his half-empty wine glass and leaning back on the couch, he put his arm around Aziraphale's shoulders and pulled him against his chest.
Aziraphale made a pouty face, "You're not even listening to me."
Crowley kissed his forehead and replied, "Angel, let's just agree to disagree on our opinion about children, shall we?"
Aziraphale, too tired to continue arguing, did not protest and just nodded, snuggling a little more against Crowley.
The demon levitated their two glasses and they drank a few sips in silence before putting them back on the table.
Aziraphale straightened up a bit and exclaimed, "I have to tell you something amazing though! I had some rather special visitors this afternoon!"
"Trick or treat?"
Aziraphale fetched the bowl of candy from the counter and lowered himself to the two children dressed respectively as a vampire and a pirate. He presented them with the bowl and looked at their happy faces with fondness.
With candy in their pockets, the children walked away with a bouncing step and shouted "Thank you!"
Aziraphale waved his hand and was about to close the door of the store when he came face to face with two rather strange men.
One taller than the other but although looking younger as well, Aziraphale could sense an aura that gave him the impression of something much older.
They must have been colleagues because they wore the same suit, except for the tie. But then again, there seemed to be more between them than a professional relationship.
However, Aziraphale was a polite person so he greeted the two strangers, "Hello and welcome, my name is Aziraphale, I'm the owner of the store. May I help you?"
The gray haired man, the shorter of the two, smiled kindly and replied, "Ag- um Mobius and this is my colleague- Hey Loki! That hurts!"
The Loki in question had just elbowed him and had a sulky expression as he retorted, "We're not on a mission. We don't need to be so formal."
Aziraphale had to restrain himself from laughing, so much the attitude of the said Loki reminded him of Crowley.
"Hey, how dare you compare me to that stranger!"
Aziraphale couldn't hold back a laugh, because his demon had just illustrated exactly what he had just stated.
"Let me continue, you will see that this story is getting more and more amazing."
Crowley harrumphed and fell silent.
"Well," Mobius resumed, after giving his colleague a slight reproving look, "Before we were interrupted, I was saying that my name is Mobius, and this is Loki who is my partner."
With a glance toward his companion, he emphasized the word partner.
Loki interrupted him again, "Did you say Aziraphale? Isn't that the angel with the flaming sword who guarded the Garden of Eden before Adam and Eve were cast out? It is said that he gave the sword to the humans, to protect them from danger, thus going against the ineffable plan. I personally find this behavior admirable. This angel, image of order, capable of such an act of rebellion."
"Shall I leave you alone with the memory of this stranger singing your praises, my angel?"
Crowley, the picture of jealousy, was about to move slightly away from him, but Aziraphale held him back. He took his hand and, after bringing it to his lips, replied in a tender tone, "You idiot! You know that for me there is only you. And I can assure you that this was the case for both men. Because the way the other man, Mobius, reacted was far from the way of someone who is only in a professional relationship."
The kind expression had disappeared from Mobius' eyes and he interrupted Loki saying, with a grim glare, "When you've finished flirting, perhaps we can get to the point of our visit?"
Loki smiled fondly and, leaning toward Mobius, whispered which didn't stop Aziraphale from hearing him, "Mobius you know I only flirt with you."
Mobius blushed slightly and coughed before resuming, "This is going to sound strange, well I mean even stranger than the current situation, but we are looking for our pet alligator." Loki snorted and Mobius, unperturbed, continued, "and following the screams and clues we picked up from people who weren't too scared, it looks like someone saw it come in here."
Aziraphale, shocked, exclaimed, "An alligator? in my store!"
Mobius tried to calm him down by explaining, "It's a dwarf alligator. It doesn't bite-"
Loki muttered, "If you don't provoke it..."
"Loki!"
Loki continued, "Do you have pumpkins in your store, real ones?"
Aziraphale answered, "There are the ones I prepared to put in front of the store tonight, they are stored in the back store but why do you ask?"
Mobius replied, "It just so happens that Croki, that's the name of our alligator, has taken a liking to pumpkins lately, so-"
He didn't have time to finish his sentence when Loki exclaimed, "Croki!"
Both men turned to see the alligator coming, a piece of pumpkin sticking out of its snout.
Crowley laughed out loud next to him and Aziraphale exclaimed in outrage, "There's nothing funny about that! He had eaten all the pumpkins I had prepared for tonight!"
Crowley looked at him, a flash of mischief in his eyes, "Yet I seem to have seen some beautiful carved pumpkins outside the store on my way in."
At Aziraphale's guilty look, Crowley continued, "What about not using magic for trivial things?"
Aziraphale shrugged and looked away. Crowley grabbed his chin and, turning his head toward him, he whispered against the angel's lips, "You know I don't mind at all when you break 'your' rules." Then he pressed a light kiss on Aziraphale's pout.
After that, he leaned over to the table and grabbed their drinks, handing Aziraphale his.
"Anyway, you have some very strange customers in your store, angel."
Aziraphale, regaining his smile, nudged his shoulder and replied, "Take one to know one, my dear."
He took a sip of wine and continued, "But you know the strange thing was not the alligator, but the conversation they had as they were leaving, thinking I couldn't hear them."
Loki took the alligator in his arms after admonishing him as Mobius confoundedly apologized, "We can pay back if you want?"
"Or I could use my mag-"
Loki paused as Mobius shook his head, "No Loki, not here."
Aziraphale, puzzled, reassured them all the same saying, "Don't worry, it's just a few pumpkins."
After a few more words of apology, the two men and the alligator left and Aziraphale heard them talking in front of the store, whose door had not completely closed.
"Damn alligator, because of you we have lost time."
"Loki, it doesn't matter, we're in no hurry. We still have two hours before our appointment at the New Inn with... what's his name again?"
"Robert Gadling. He's a human being who is over 600 years old! Can you believe it? Maybe he could tell us how he did it and then you could have that immortality too."
"I know, Loki, though you know there's the apple of Idunn just in case… your mother already prop-"
"Yes, but Mobius, we don't know its effect on a human, I don't want to risk losing you."
Mobius raised himself on his toes and said to Loki, "You'll never lose me, sweetheart." before kissing him tenderly.
Aziraphale chose to turn away at the intimacy of the moment and when he looked back a few moments later, they were gone.
"Interesting," Crowley said softly as Aziraphale finished his tale.
The demon set both of their drinks on the table and continued, "Which reminds me, I too had a rather surprising encounter today."
Crowley was deeply irritated. The plant that Aziraphale had gifted to him was withering and even threats did not help. With a heavy heart, he decided to take it to a florist.
He was leaving his house when he felt someone tugging at his sleeve, "Sir, trick or treat?"
The boy who had just asked him this was dressed in a yellow suit and wearing a red mask and red boots.
"Jed, don't approach people like that on the street."
The boy turned to the man who had just spoken, "But Hob, the gentleman is coming out of his house, if I had rung the bell it would have been the same."
"That's pretty logical what he says, Hob."
Another man had just joined them and put his hand on Hob's shoulder, a half smile on his face.
Hob shrugged and muttered, "Between two sandmen, of course I don't stand a chance."
These words caused the child and the other man to snicker.
Crowley, his irritation growing, grumbled, "Well if you could let me pass, as you can see, I'm busy." He pointed with his chin to the leafless plant in his arms before trying to make his way through the small group.
The boy had the audacity to ask, "But you didn't answer me, trick or treat?"
Crowley sighed, put the plant down and reached into his pocket. There he conjured up a handful of candy and handed it to the boy.
"There, is that okay now?"
The boy thanked him and then as Crowley bent down to pick up his plant, he added, "Those are cool sunglasses, but there's no sun, why are you wearing them?"
"Jed!" the two men exclaimed together.
Crowley, with a devilish smile, replied, "To attract the curious!"
Then he removed his glasses hoping to scare the boy who exclaimed, "Wow, cool snake eye lenses! Is it for Halloween?"
Crowley picked up his plant, muttered, "Yeah right. Come on kid, let me through now."
Hob took the boy by the hand and pulled him along with him as the other man looked at Crowley with a knowing look that made him feel strange.
As Crowley passed him, he whispered, "I don't think you'll need to take your plant to the florist."
"Dream! What are you doing? Come on!"
The odd man joined Hob and the boy. Crowley heard a few more snippets of their conversation as the child hopped in front of them.
"My... Hob, You're jealous...that's adorable."
"Oh my...Hob...you are jealous...that's adorable."
"I'm not jealous! We have to get Jed back to his sister and then we have to be at the New Inn for our appointment with-"
"Hob, don't change the subject. You shouldn't be jealous, you know..." Dream took Hob's hand as they continued to move forward and Crowley managed to hear, "You're the only human who's had my full attention, Hob, since the beginning."
Hob raised their intertwined hands to his lips and smiled blissfully at his companion.
Crowley looked at them for a few more seconds, puzzled, and then shrugged his shoulders as he made his way back to the florist.
When he looked at the plant in his hands, he saw that it had regained its beautiful green color and that new leaves had grown.
He gasped and remembered the man's words.
"I don't think you will need to take your plant to the florist."
"The plant I gave you was dying?"
Crowley rolled his eyes, "Is that all you're getting out of this? But do you realize Aziraphale? He tells me that my plant won't need any care and before I came here to join you, it had all its leaves and even more than before!"
Aziraphale shrugged, "You know what day it is, right? Strange things are bound to happen."
"Yeah well I think I'm going to have a nice drink to take my mind off of it." Crowley grabbed the bottle of wine and was about to refill their glasses when Aziraphale stopped him with a hand on his arm and exclaimed, "Wait, you said they had a meeting at the New Inn? But... my strangers this afternoon too, they said they had an appointment there. What if..."
Crowley stood up and held out his hand to Aziraphale, "I think I know where I'll have my next glass of wine!"
The angel grabbed the Demon's hand and exclaimed, "Off to The New Inn!"
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"So it was your sister, Death, who granted Mr. Gadling immortality?"
Mobius and Loki had given the man an appointment, pretending to be journalists wanting to write an article about him, having heard about his particular history classes.
The first surprise had been the presence of Dream, the man at his side who had immediately accused them of being imposters, even pointing out, under the stunned eyes of Hob, that they were not from this world.
It took all of Mobius' mediation skills to calm everyone down and he explained the reasons for their presence.
Although as self-respecting deities, Loki and Dream were constantly sizing each other up with their eyes, the discussion had finally taken a rather friendly turn.
"Please, call me Hob."
Dream answered Mobius' question, "Yes, that's right. My sister, in her goodness, thought it would be good for me to have a friend to get through the centuries."
"Just friend?" asked Loki, raising a mocking eyebrow.
"Loki!" protested Mobius, elbowing him.
Hob shook his head, "No we are not friends."
Dream turned his head sharply toward him and said in a threatening voice, "Robert Gadling, you dare..."
Hob took his hand from the table and, intertwining their fingers, he replied, "We are lovers."
Dream's anger deflated as Loki snickered.
He muttered, "To think I've been putting up with this nonsense for centuries."
Mobius replied, a playful gleam in his eye, "Yeah, but only every hundred years. I've put up with it all the time since I've known Loki."
Loki protested, "Hey, Mobius!"
It was Dream's turn to snicker slightly.
Then Hob whispered to Mobius, "Not easy to deal with these superpowered gods, huh?"
Mobius replied in a knowing tone, "Tell me about it."
They laughed at Dream and Loki's combined protests.
Their laughter was interrupted by two simultaneous exclamations.
"The couple with the pet alligator!"
"The plant savior!"
In perfect ensemble, the four men turned to the two people who had just spoken these words and then Mobius and Hob asked each other, "Do you know them?"
And answered in chorus, "Yes!"
Dream remarked in a deep voice, "You are not of this world either."
Loki added, "No use denying it, this guy sees everything. Don't just stand there, sit down with us, the more the merrier, that's what they say on Midgard, right?"
"Midgard?"
"Earth."
As Crowley and Aziraphale sat down at their table, Mobius whispered to Hob, "This just keeps getting more interesting."
Hob nodded and laughed.
Loki continued, "Tell us yours we'll tell you ours."
"Our what?" asked Aziraphale, puzzled.
"Your story of course!"
Crowley replied, "For that I need a drink."
Once they had their glasses of wine in front of them, Crowley told their story, occasionally interrupted by Aziraphale when he exaggerated certain parts.
When they had finished their tale, Mobius commented, "So if I may summarize, you've known each other for more or less 6,000 years, you've been living on earth all that time and you've prevented an apocalypse and continue to live here like the common mortal, except that you're not, mortal."
The angel and the demon nodded and Loki asked, cheekily, "And out of those 6,000 years, how long have you been... well you know what I mean?"
Crowley replied, "If you ask me, I'd say we've been together for 6,000 years, but this idiot will probably answer that we've been together for four years. Seeing as it was only then that he became aware of his feelings."
Aziraphale nudged him with his shoulder, "That's enough dear, you don't have to tell everything."
Crowley returned his nudge before putting his arm around his shoulders and retorting, "Oh, Angel, you know I'm right."
Aziraphale shrugged and, preferring to change the subject, asked around, "Now we'd like to hear your stories too."
After listening to the respective stories of the other two couples, Crowley burst out laughing, "How likely was it that today a Norse god, a Lord of Dreams, an immortal human, a time agent, an angel and a demon would meet? I wonder if Agnes Nutter predicted this?"
Aziraphale joined in the demon's laughter and soon the whole table was laughing merrily.
Hob raised his glass and said quietly, "I propose that we raise a toast."
"To what?" asked several voices around the table.
"To friendship."
Hob advanced his glass to the middle of the table, joined by the others who repeated in chorus as the glasses clinked, "To friendship."
Aziraphale, looking at Crowley added, "And to love."
Each turned to his respective partner and repeated softly, "To love."
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Can u make mc is the actual owner of Cerberus when he was a pup but villagers killed him because they thought that he was a monster and what how would the brothers and the undateable react to that when mc started to cry when she saw Cerberus headcanons
Oh Beans! I totally spaced when reading this and only have the brothers.
I'll post what I have here right now, but this will also be on AO3, so if you keep checking/subscribe there, you'll get a notification when I've added the undateables! It might not be for a while though, since I'm about to start school again ^-^;;
Who's a Good Boy?
The Guard Dog of the House of Hades. A vicious, three-headed hellhound that only the fallen Morningstar himself could command. Unfathomably massive. Devourer of demons, angels, and humans alike. Notoriously difficult to groom.
That is Cerberus, Lucifer’s extremely volatile pet named after a figure from Greek mythology for reasons no one truly understands. The creature has struck fear into the hearts of its housemates, and the Devildom at large, for what feels like ages.
So when MC cries upon seeing the wolf-dog for the first time, none of the brothers are especially surprised. How could a human cross such a monster’s path and live, after all?
Except those who weep in fear usually don’t then barrel full-tilt into one of the monster’s furry legs, babbling incoherently about how they thought they’d never see him again.
One of Cerberus’ heads leans down to the human, and the brothers panic, fearing the worst. It opens its mouth, revealing razor sharp fangs—
And licks MC’s entire body in a saliva-filled canine kiss. Now covered in tears and drool, MC laughs as they shake themself off, teasing the hellhound by saying that they already showered today, thank you very much.
“So, did you miss me as much as I missed you?” they ask, giving Cerberus’ central head some under the chin scritches (the only part of its head they can currently reach).
Cerberus boofs loudly, enormous tail waving back and forth at an increasingly hazardous pace.
Lucifer
What.
Lucifer is dealing with a Lot right now. He almost lost the exchange student to his own dog, except apparently Cerberus used to belong to MC?! How?!
He orders Cerberus to back away from the human, part of him still convinced that this is somehow a combination of MC being mistaken and Cerberus playing with its food, but the hellhound actually growls at him and picks MC up by the back of their shirt, tossing them onto its back.
MC, in response, finds new places to scritch.
He stares at the scene for a few minutes, unable to process what his life has become.
Later, once Cerberus finally agrees to let MC leave, they explain to him that Cerberus used to be a puppy in the human world.
Obviously, he was immediately noted as strange due to his three heads, and the people of MC’s village believed him to be an omen of death. MC themself didn’t care, and just saw “lil’ Cerb” as a puppy like any other, albeit an exceptionally drooly one.
He used to be more or less normal dog-sized, but it quickly became obvious that Cerberus was growing fast, and would be much larger than even a wolf by the time he was done. He also became harder and harder to hide.
Unfortunately, one night they awoke to poor Cerberus being chased out into the night by a mob, never to return.
They assumed the worst, mourned, and got on with their life as best as they could. But seeing Cerberus— they knew it was the same dog as soon as they saw him — brought all those emotions right back to the surface.
It’s not hard to adapt to these strange circumstances. Lucifer is actually quite relieved to have someone who is both willing and able to safely help him in caring for Cerberus, and both MC and the hellhound delight in each other’s company.
Lucifer also won’t deny the pride he feels upon seeing MC, the one he loves, getting along so well with his son dog.
Mammon
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
The P A N I C of seeing MC within bite-chomp-murder-kill distance of Cerberus nearly killed Mammon.
What the hell is he supposed to do against that furball?! MC’s dead meat, a chew toy, he can’t save them again—
WHAT THE FUCK ARE THEY D O I N G ? !
Torn between passing out from fear and yelling about how brave and cool HIS human is!
So he kinda just… stands there, slack-jawed, as MC finds a spot on the creature that makes it thump its leg so hard the ground shakes.
Already he’s cooking up ways to use MC’s Cerberus-taming powers to get into all kinds of Shenanigans
Except he quickly learns that while Cerb is much more gentle with MC, it won’t let them distract it from its duties.
Has this resulted in MC semi-unwillingly riding Cerberus as it chases a terrified Mammon throughout the Devildom? Possibly~
Though when MC explains to Mammon how Cerberus used to be their dog, and what had happened to him… He can’t help but feel a touch more sympathetic to the hellhound.
Only a little bit though. It still does try and tear him apart whenever he gets too close, after all.
Leviathan
Levi’s fear metamorphoses into awe much faster than the others’. MC LOOKS SO COOL!! Riding the mighty Cerberus like a steed!
He desperately wishes he had the art skills to capture this iconic moment forever. But alas, a camera will have to do.
It’s a pretty good picture, the comparatively small human sitting on Cerberus’ back like something straight out of a fantasy novel. Levi even has a shot of them accidentally scritching a spot that makes Cerberus breathe fire (like a furry dragon!)
100% gets super emotional when MC tells him how they originally had— and lost— Cerberus as a puppy. It reminds him of his precious Henry 1.0 in some ways…
Begs MC to let him post the photos he took, along with their story as the caption. It’s just too good! It’s exactly like that arc in My Adventurer Boyfriend Keeps Adopting the Monsters He Beats in Combat and Now We’re Running Out of Space to Keep Them!
Like Mammon, Levi also quickly learns that just because he unlocked Cerberus’ tragic backstory, doesn’t mean that the hellhound will treat him any differently.
But sometimes, after a long “walk” with MC, the massive creature will be mostly asleep. And then, his hand shaking, MC will guide Levi to pet Cerberus’ flank. Its tail swishes softly, Levi’s own swaying in response.
Satan
He shakes his head and laughs, torn between relief, awe, shock, and lingering horror for MC’s safety. Of course they can tame even the ferocious Cerberus…
Guess all sorts of angry monsters like MC, huh?
He definitely wants to hear the story of MC owning Cerberus in the past, but first he’s going to drink in the absolutely dumbfounded expression on Lucifer’s face.
Toooootally doesn’t cry upon hearing MC’s story with Cerberus. No way, he’s still a cat person, he swears!
...No one is allowed to comment on Satan’s various burn injuries that occur over the next few weeks.
Not if they don’t want to be left with worse.
Asmodeus
OH SHIT!! Also, ewwwww
Once the fear for MC’s safety subsides, Asmo can appreciate the cuteness and hilarity that is MC with Cerberus. Truly no one is immune to their charms it seems, and their affections know no bounds.
...Is it that same quality that allows MC to continue to care for him and his brothers despite their past actions?
Asmo claims that the smoke from Cerberus’ fire breath is getting into his eyes, prompting him to leave. He has a good long stare-at-a-wall crisis for a bit.
Learning MC and Cerberus’ story only makes him mushier. Their tragedy got a happy ending after all!
As much as he loves MC’s charms, he still insists that they de-drool themself before touching him or any of his things. It stinks like brimstone!
Now if they need any help getting clean… That he can oblige~
Beelzebub
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH part 2
As one of the physically stronger brothers, when Lucifer’s not available it’s Beel’s job to groom Cerberus. He knows how dangerous that mutt is.
But apparently not for MC “Knows No Fear” over there!
As Cerberus continues to remain docile in MC’s presence, Beel starts to appreciate the cuteness of a human and their giant hellhound.
Unabashedly mushy upon hearing MC’s story about Cerberus. The themes of losing a loved one, only to find them much later in a new form… it kinda hits a little close to home for him.
(It’s not a perfect analogy: Beel knows MC isn’t Lilith, but having them as part of her legacy is undeniably cathartic. It’s why he doesn’t share these exact feelings with them, since he knows they’re uncomfortable with being compared to her excessively. Still, he can’t help but note the comparison.)
Naturally, he’s also very happy to have a very useful partner for grooming Cerberus. That living nightmare turns into an overgrown puppy whenever MC’s around. It’s much easier, and much safer, to work with this way.
Plus, it means he gets some quality time with MC! And there’s nothing quite like the fond smiles they share with him during these moments.
Belphegor
He has got to be dreaming. No way is this actually happening— nope, Mammon just stepped on his foot, and that hurt, he’s awake.
WHAT THE FUCK?!
Does MC not fear death? Is that it? Did that part of their brain just completely shut down when he killed them?!
Unlike the others, he can’t really shut down his panic. Sure, right now Cerberus is acting all cuddly, but that could change on a dime. That dog only listens to Lucifer, and right now all Lucifer is doing is staring gormlessly at it!!!
He nearly loses his hand trying to pull MC away from the creature (which it naturally did Not appreciate).
“Belphie, wait! It’s okay,” MC reassures him even as smoke blows out of Cerberus’ nostrils.
They explain their history with the hellhound, how they rescued it as a puppy and then lost it to the angry and frightened people of their village.
Belphegor can’t help but recall their expression when he told them about his imprisonment, the outrage there mingling with a much older emotion. Is that why they were so quick to help him?
He’s still wary of Cerberus. He refuses to be fooled by any facades the creature may be putting up.
But one day, MC invites him to one of their “playdates”. Cerberus watches him like a hawk, growling when he first approaches, but MC just shushes and soothes the monster until it allows him closer.
And maybe, after a few tense minutes, the pair begin to relax around each other.
And maybe, Lucifer has a picture of MC and Belphegor curled up in Cerberus’ fur as the three take a mid-afternoon nap.
And maybe, Belphegor lets him keep it.
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Fluffy Alphabet A-Z
Sano Manjiro aka Mikey
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A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?
> Mikey likes to go for rides on his CB205T and he likes to bring you along. He just loves the feeling of the wind passing and your presence behind him. Maybe sharing some snacks while you both watch the sunset or the starry night sky, talking about random things. He just generally likes being around you even if you're both just sitting in silence.
B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?
> He admires your determination and strong will. Since Mikey is mentally weak, he admires those traits in other people. No matter what you'd always be there to scold him or comfort him. It reminds him of his older brother.
C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?
> Mikey instantly knows if you're feeling down, he just senses it. He'll bring you somewhere where they could both be alone maybe a park or he'll drive somewhere and sit you down. Mikey won't force you to tell him what's wrong but if you do he'll be listening intently. He's not the best at comforting people but makes sure to let you know that he's here for you.
D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?
> Now this is a hard topic to answer. Mikey has pictured a future with his s/o, living in peace after all the rush during his teenage years. However, he doesn't see it happening because he knows it's best if he keeps his s/o away from him in the future.
E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?
> I'd say he's both but mostly on the passive side. He lets you take the lead since he doesn't know much about being in a relationship. He'll be given advice and teased by his close friends but he'll keep their words in mind.
F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?
> Mikey is pretty stubborn and doesn't like losing. If it's a petty harmless arguement, if he's wrong then he'll muttering an apology to you and completely forget about it. It's difficult to get into a serious argument with him unless it's something concerning him or Toman. Say the things he needs to hear even if himself doesn't agree with you. Then he'll leave to give himself space and think about things. Be patient with him because eventually he'll come around.
G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?
> Mikey is very grateful for you being by his side even though he thinks he doesn't deserve it. He appreciates every gesture you do for him from the big things and to the little things such as making him lunch or fixing his hair or just being by his side when he feels he's losing himself.
H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?
> Mikey doesn't hide things, if you ask him something he will directly answer you. He has no trouble talking about a past event since it already happened. Even though he doesn't want you getting involved with Toman, he still tells you about how they're doing or what they're up to. The only things he wouldn't share are his true feelings and his dark impulsivities since he doesn't want to scare you.
I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?
> Just by being by Mikey's side you are a positive influence on him. It will take a long time but little by little he tries to open up about his true feelings and tries to rely on you more. Everytime you sense he's distancing himself, you would have to drag him back and knock some sense into him.
J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?
> Mikey is definitely the type to get jealous easily and his childish tendencies tend to come out. If he sees you getting too friendly with someone he'll keep staring until he's had enough and say "(Y/N) is mine, hmph!" With a cute pout on his face. Be sure to coddle him afterwards because he might give you the silent treatment.
K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?
> Mikey has no experience whatsoever. He has no idea how kisses work. It'll be super rare to get a kiss from Mikey since he's not used to being affectionate. If you're lucky he'll peck you on your cheek or kiss your hands occasionally. Your first kiss with him wasn't planned. Both of you were alone and you were just admiring him as he talked and pressed a light kiss on his lips. He was instantly shocked by what you did as he traces over his lips with his fingers but inside he's feeling all warm. He never knew kisses from you would have this kind of affect on him.
L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?
> It took long time for Mikey to realize that what he felt towards you was more than just friendship. He confessed this to Draken and he replied "huh, obviously you like them you idiot. Hurry up and go tell them." In which Mikey replies by telling Draken to do the same for Emma. It happened when he came to pick you up from school one day on his motorcycle and brought you to the riverside. "I finally understand what I feel, (Y/N). I like you... You don't have to give me an answer right away, I'll wait however long it takes..."
M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?
> Another hard topic to answer. When Mikey fell for you he fell hard. As much as he wants to spend the rest of his life in peace with you, it won't happen. That is until he goes through "certain changes" and let's say he did. You'll be riding with him on his motorcycle on Christmas until he stops at a certain place. He'll start talking about his past and the times you've spent together. Then talking about how much he appreciates you and thanks you then pops the question. The wedding will be small and privately held with only people close to him and you are invited.
N icknames - What do they call their s/o?
> It is known that Mikey gives nicknames to those who are close to him. It depends on what your first name is. He'll most likely you use the first syllable of your name plus -chin, -cchi or -chy. Only when he's serious will he use your real name.
O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?
> Honestly, it can be really hard to tell unless you really observe Mikey. You would notice he stares at you longer, or everytime your name pops up in a conversation he's interested. Draken is definitely the first the notice this change in Mikey and teases him for it, while Mikey denys it. The others will slowly start to notice this too. Especially, when he bought an extra taiyaki and gave it to you. Takemichy's jaw dropped at the scene.
P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?
> Mikey won't be announcing to everyone that he has an s/o. However, if someone asks he'll answer honestly. I wouldn't use the word "brag" but he will say nice about you to others. For Mikey, intimate gestures such as kissing are only between the two of you. If someone catches the both of you, Mikey wouldn't be pleased.
Q uirk - Some random ability they have that's beneficial in a relationship.
> You wouldn't have to worry about anyone trying to flirt with you or trying to hurt you not when Mikey's around. Mikey cares deeply about you and would give his life to protect you. You wouldn't have to worry about other people trying to flirt with Mikey either since you already have his heart, he'll simple brush them off. He's loyal.
R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?
> As I have mentioned earlier, Mikey has no experience with relationships. You would have to teach him things. Still there will be moments that might seem simple to others but to you, you know it's a way Mikey shows his love for you. For example, draping his jacket over your shoulders or buying an extra snack so you could have some too. If he's not busy with Toman matters, he would want to spend his time with you.
S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?
> Mikey would genuinely support your dreams and passions, telling you to never give up on them. He believes in you with his whole heart, and he knows you would be able to make your goals come true.
T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?
> He would like to try things he never experienced before with you, like taking pictures at the photo booth or going shopping for matching keychains. That being said, what Mikey likes the most is the constant reassurance that you're here for him. Routines like going riding on his motorcycle or just talking with you, it what he like most. He's scared that one day you'd leave him so these mundane routines assures him.
U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?
> You would think Mikey is the forgetful type but he actually pays attention to things. He'll notice you eyeing a certain item in a store or if you're lying to him. He genuinely cares about you and would like to know everything about you, even the shameful parts. Mikey has a hard time with emotions, he may not fully understand your troubles but he'll assure you that he'll be there for you.
V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?
> For Mikey to actually want to establish a relationship with someone. It means he sees you as an important person in his life. However, certain things would have to come before you such as his family and Toman. It is something you would have to understand when dating Mikey.
W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.
> Whenever he looks like he's spacing off during Toman meetings while he is paying attention to what's happening his mind can't help but wander towards you. About what you're currently doing or if you're at home safely. Before he starts the engine of his bike, or has nothing to do he fiddles with the keychain on his keys. It's the matching keychain you both have.
X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?
> Mikey is not known to be the most showy when it comes to showing his affections. It's the little things he does for only you, that shows how much he cares about you. Mikey secretly likes the affection you give him even if he denies it. It surprises him everytime you hug him or kiss him but he never stops you or tells you to stop. Just don't do it in front of Toman. Even if he doesn't want to, cuddle him as the big spoon and it'll make him really happy. Since he's so used to keeping a strong facade, cuddling with you gives him the impression that with you maybe he doesn't have to do that.
Y earning - How will they cope when they're missing their partner?
> Mikey will still act as the strong charismatic leader of Toman, where nothing fazes him. He won't outwardly show that he misses you but you can tell by the way he fiddles with his matching keychain or stares off into the distance that he misses you. He might even unconsciously blurt a quiet "I miss (Y/N)...."
Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?
> Mikey is willing to give his life away to protect you. Just you being with him is dangerous enough who knows who might be out to get him and easiest way they can do that is by getting you. If your safely is at risk even he likes you he would have to break up with you, keep you away from the danger. Because he utmostly cares about your well being and if anything happens to you, it will destroy him.
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((my account is @mymiddlenameslove tumblr is still being weird lol)) do you have any fics where john and sherlock hold hands for the first time? i just love the build up/panic that leads to some good fluff thank you (*´∇｀*)
Hi Lovely!!!
Bah, sorry about Tumblr being dumb!!!!
What a fun fic req!! I know for SURE I’ve missed a lot, so these are either fics I remember have hand-holding, are tagged with it, or I’ve just re-read and found it in there :D Hope you Enjoy!!
HAND HOLDING / for COMFORT
The Four Incidents by TheGirlWithRedHair22 (K+, 1,064 w., 1 Ch. || S1 Compliant, Hurt/Comfort, Romance, John Whump, Accident, John POV, Hand Holding, Worried Sherlock, Sherlock’s Self Esteem) – The first time John was present when someone insulted Sherlock, he brushed it off as a strange coincidence.
Peacock by ClassyGirlsWearPearls (T, 1,189 w., 1 Ch. || Romance, Cranky Sherlock, Soft John, Hand Holding, Soft Sherlock) – A study in Sherlock and John.
Here to Stay by MockJayPhoenix12 (K, 1,574 w., 1 Ch. || Post Reunion, Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, Headache, Bed Sharing, Care Taker Sherlock, Hand Holding, Fluff) – On Sherlock's first day home, John wakes with a migraine.
Random Numbers by songlin (T, 1,671 w., 1 Ch. || Ace Sherlock / Straight John, Cuddling / Snuggling, Massage, Hand Holding, Bed Sharing, Fluff, Post-TRF, Slice of Life) – A collection of moments in the relationship of asexual!Sherlock and straight!John.
Giveaway Fic #9 - Angsty Sick Fic/Sherlock is Sick by ConsultingPurplePants (T, 1,734 w., 1 Ch. || Sick Fic, Hypothermia) – The next time he awakens is even more chaotic. Two doctors are shouting at each other in the corner, and John is holding his hand so tightly Sherlock is worried he’ll break it. Part 9 of 1000 Tumblr Followers Giveaway Fics
Once is Enough by Jominerva (T, 3,030 w., 1 Ch. || Love Confessions, Domestic Fluff, Whump) – Just as the earth rises to meet the sun at every mountain crest, John reaches out for Sherlock and takes his hand in his own."Tell me it won't end like this," he says, blue eyes holding grey while he laces their fingers together. Sherlock lets out a shaky laugh and shakes his head. "I wish I could."
holding steady by darcylindbergh (E, 12,724 w., 4 Ch. || Post S4, Love Confessions, First Kiss, Growing Old, Gone Fishing, Mood without Plot, Soft Sherlock, Caring Sherlock, POV John Third Person, Anxious Sherlock, First Kiss / Time, Touching, Feeling Old, Sherlock Worship, Crying Sherlock, Cuddles, Comforting, Introspection, Retirement, Hand Holding, Forehead Kisses, Caring John, Bed Sharing, Emotional Love Making) – Sitting on a thick wool blanket at the end of a rickety dock side-by-side, legs dangling over the edge, a styrofoam container of wet, dark dirt between them, they’re fishing. John knows what this is about. This is about finally figuring it out.
A Gossamer Dream by CarmillaCarmine (E, 15,985 w., 4 Ch. || Writer/Teacher AU || First Meetings, Friends to Lovers, Writer John / Teacher Sherlock, Fluff, London, Holding Hands, Online Friendship / Romance, Phone Sex, Anal Sex, Happy Ending, Alternating POV, Scottish John, Online Relationship, Internalized Homophobia, Hand Holding, Forehead Touching, First Kiss/Time, Texting/Sexting, Rimming, Toplock, Sherlock Speaks French) – Sherlock had never realised one could care so much about someone they'd never met in person. Now he is about to meet the friend with whom he's been chatting online for months and his anticipation is reaching a crescendo.
How To Unfold a Heart by elwinglyre (E, 25,477 w., 7 Ch. || Post S4 Fix It, BAMF John, Mentioned Eurus, POV First Person Sherlock, Case Fic, Fluff, Slow Burn Topping from the Bottom, 3 Yr Old Rosie, Introspection, Sexual Fantasies, John Worship, Ogling, Hand Holding, Kidnapping, Domesticity, Sherlock Whump, First Kiss/Time, Doctor John, Caring John, Soft Sherlock, Sensuality, Touching, Crying, Love Confessions, Anxious Sherlock, Rimming, Toplock, Fingering, Bossy Bottom John) – To Sherlock’s dismay, John’s return to Baker Street with Rosie is only temporary. Sherlock’s daily visits to Regent Park with John and Rosie illuminate his lost childhood memories and missed opportunities. But with each trip to the park, Sherlock also feels a growing sense of hope. That is until the past horrors return unexpectedly in a cryptic note folded in the shape of a heart. To decipher the message, Sherlock must uncover the nature of the hearts around him, including his own.
Insanity in the Middle by DotyTakeThisDown (E, 28,010 w., 8 Ch. || Equestrian Sports AU || Alternate First Meeting, POV John, Pining John, Bottomlock, Clueless Sherlock, First Kiss/Time, Passionate Kisses, Hand Holding, Caught Making Out, Bed Sharing, Spooning, Blow Job) – John is a world-class eventing rider with a gold medal and several four-star wins to his credit, but he's never won at Rolex. Sherlock is an up-and-coming rider taking the sport by storm.
Lucifer's Gardens by ampersand_ch (E, 32,679 w., 12 Ch. || GERMAN VERSION || Romance, Friendship, Friends to Lovers, Murder, Poison / Drugging, Mystery, John Undercover, Academic Club, Therapy, Rituals, Jungian Archetypes, Doctors & Physicians, Grief/Mourning, Esotericism, Hospitals, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Love Confessions, John Falls In Love With Another Man, Jealous Sherlock, Crying, Doctor John, Hand Holding, First Kiss/Time, Mysticism, Hugging, Touching) – John goes undercover for an investigation as a favour to Lestrade in a village in Suffolk. The events surrounding the case awaken deep-seated fears in Sherlock. While John begins to come to a realisation of what he needs in Lucifer's Gardens, Sherlock tries to find a way to reach John – in more ways than one.
A Promise Made to Be Broken by PlantsAreNeat (E, 37,018 w., 7 Ch. || Fake Relationship, Pining, Slow Burn, RST, Eventual Relationship, POV Sherlock) – A young John makes an ‘if we’re still single at 40, we’ll get together’ pledge to a woman who ends up all wrong for him. She keeps reminding him of the promise, and won’t let go of it. John asks Sherlock to pose as his boyfriend at a family wedding, so as to dash her hopes permanently. Sherlock, who has at last acknowledged his feelings for John, reluctantly agrees despite knowing how painful it will be to ‘have’ John, but not keep him.
A Love with No Name Series by aceofhearts61 (G to M, 49,955 w. across 20 stories || Asexual Sherlock / Straight John, Est. Rel, Queerplatonic Relationship, Romance, Cuddling, Fluff, Platonic Romance, Domestics, Rape/Non-Con) – In which Asexual!Sherlock and Straight!John are platonically in love life partners.
The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse by SilentAuror (E, 50,635 w., 1 Ch. || Post-S4/S4 Divergence, Case Fic, For a Case / Reverse Fake-Relationship, Conferences, Marriage Equality, Travelling / New York, Pride, Homophobia, Bottomlock, Marriage Proposal, John POV, Sexuality, Love Confessions, Emotional Love Making, Public Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Passionate Kissing, Needy/Clingy Sherlock, Virgin Sherlock, Touching / Hand Holding, Bed Sharing, Little Spoon Sherlock, Intense Orgasms) – John and Sherlock go to New York to attend a conference run by the National Defence of Traditional Marriage Coalition in order to investigate the potential bombing of the annual Manhattan Pride parade. As the conference unfolds, John finds himself repulsed by the toxic ideology being presented, which becomes relevent to his own unacknowledged issues and his friendship with Sherlock...
Repairing the Broken Things by BakerTumblings (M, 75,252 w., 15 Ch. || S4 Compliant, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Medical Trauma, Hospitals, Big Brother Mycroft, Misunderstandings, Realizations, Severe Accident, John Whump, Pneumonia, Medical Procedures, Bed Sharing, First Time, Healing, Happy Ending) – "I'm calling today to notify you that there's been an accident."
Not Broken, Just Bent by Schmiezi (E, 87,585 w., 43 Ch. || Pining, Love Confessions, Rape/Sexual Assault, Torture, Hurt/Comfort, Heavy Angst, Villain!Mary, Suicidal Ideations, Main Character Death, Sherlock First Person POV, Parentlock, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Grief/Mourning, Emotional Love Making, Possessiveness, Depression, PTSD, Kidnapping, Virgin Sherlock, Eventual Happy Ending) – "For a second, I allow myself to remember teaching John how to waltz. There is a special room in my mind palace for it. A big one, with a proper parquet dance floor. For a second, I go there. I remember holding him, closer than the World Dance Council asks for, excusing it with the fact that we are training for a wedding, not for a competition. For a second, I feel his hand on mine again, smell his sweat, hear the song we used. For a second, I allow myself to love him deeply. For a second, only a second, that love reflects on my face." Fix-it for S3, starting at the end of TSoT. Evil Mary.
Northwest Passage by Kryptaria (E, 95,157 w., 27 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Canadian AU || BAMF!John, Canadian John, PTSD, Anal / Oral Sex, Rimming, Emotional Hurt / Comfort, Drug Rehab, Falling in Love, Pining Sherlock, Love Confessions, Sherlock’s Violin, Panic Attacks, Switching, Anxious / Protective Sherlock, Hugs for Comfort, Suicide Mentions, Healing Each Other) – Seven years ago, Captain John Watson of the Canadian Forces Medical Service withdrew from society, seeking a simple, isolated life in the distant northern wilderness of Canada. Though he survives from one day to the next, he doesn't truly live until someone from his dark past calls in a favor and turns his world upside-down with the introduction of Sherlock Holmes." Part 1 of Tales from the Northwest
The Lost Special: Family Matters (As Do Relationships) by ShirleyCarlton (M, 144,688 w., 40 Ch. || S4 Fix It Fic / Meta Fic, Unreliable Narrator, John’s Mind Bungalow, Friends to Lovers, Happy Ending, Demisexual Sherlock, Holmes Family, John Whump, Gay Mycroft, Misunderstandings, Drug Addiction, Parenting, TFP is a Nightmare, Virgin Sherlock, Slow Burn, Minor Character Death, Switchlock, John’s Past, Sherlock’s Past, Eurus, Love Confessions) – Sherrinford is not really the name of some high security prison. That was just a figment of John’s frantic coma dream. And Eurus is not actually Sherlock’s sister. That’s just something random she said to John before shooting him. Sherlock and John were never actually estranged. That was just their act to cover up what really happened to Mary – or Rosamund Moran, as her real name has turned out to be. Sherlock does have a secret sibling, though, and his name is Sherrinford. After finally eliminating Moran – though in a rather dramatically different way than they had envisioned – and exposing the truth about Eurus, John encourages Sherlock to delve into his past and to find out whether the reasons to keep Sherrinford away from Sherlock were the right ones, and to discover what really happened in 1981. Along the way, Sherlock and John gradually, finally, stop keeping each other at a distance, and eventually become a proper family of their own.
Against the Rest of the World by SilentAuror (E, 151,714 w., 20 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Post-TRF, Hiatus Fic, POV First Person Sherlock, Present Tense, First Kiss/Time, Big Brother Mycroft, Escaping from Capture, Soft Sherlock, Toplock, Insecurity, Infidelity, Travelling, Introspection, Pining Sherlock, Depression, Fantasies, Yearning for the Past, PTSD Sherlock, Suicidal Ideation) – Sherlock has been away from London for nine hundred and twelve days and counting, and has no idea what sort of reception to expect when he finally returns.
Unkissed Series by 221b_hound (T to E, 184,100 w. across 45 works || Established Relationship, Ace Sherlock) – Sherlock returned from the dead a year ago. John returned to Baker Street six months ago. They've been in a couple since then. or at least, not NOT a couple. For two smart men, they sure can be dumb. Luckily, an art thief tries to drown Sherlock, Sherlock has a fever dream and things are about to change.
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Hii<3 Can i request a NSFW alphabet for aged up Leo Valdez?
pairing: leo valdez (18+) x fem!reader
warnings: smut → NSFW alphabet
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🌻masterlist🌻 (includes both smut masterlists)
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
omg leo is very big on aftercare
he'd run you a bath, clean you up, make you tea - literally will anything to make sure you're feeling okay (especially if the sex was super rough too lol)
he loves pleasing you in every which way and of course this includes looking after you before, during and after sex
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
thighs!!!!
Leo loves being between them
whether you're laying on your back or on a chair and he's eating you out
or you're sitting on his face (a big turn on for him btw)
he loves when you wrap your legs around his waist when he fucks you
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
i've spoken about this before (here), but leo loves denying your orgasm
why? because the way you scream, beg and fall to his utter mercy to let you cum - the way your legs, and whole body for that matter, completely shake as you cum
i feel like he'd try and get you to squirt??
like he wouldn't be mad if you couldn't - but that can't stop him from at least trying, right?
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
omg so idk if you guys will agree, but i feel like he might have a thing for seeing you in the camp half-blood shirt lol
but i can definitely imagine him having a thing for seeing you in his clothing though lol
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
i would not not very before he met you
like the most he'd probably have done would be making out with someone
and then when you and him go together, y'all just really went out and tried everything
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
okay so i'd say a few:
classic missonary
doggy
face riding!
maybe even reverse cowgirl too omg
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
i've also mentioned this before, but leo would have such a sultry sense of humour (here's what i wrote in "what sex would like with leo"):
"he doesn’t take things too seriously, and would crack a joke in between to lighten the mood if things got too nerve wrecking - especially throughout the first few times of the two of you having sex
he’d have a sultry sense of humour too - one that is shown throughout the books too (though to a lesser extend given it’s a children’s novel lmao - imagine how he’d be if it was a ya book ahah)"
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
idk i'd say pretty groomed
leo looks like the type of person to care for his looks lol
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
i've also mentioned this before, where sex with leo is not always rough and kinky
sometimes, it's slow and sensual
moments where you're holding each other close, whispering praises and sweet things in each other's ears
nothing but love
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
idk i feel like he doesn't feel the need since he has you??
but it's when you're out of town or swamped with college stuff and neither of you can see each other will he jack off
haha omg of course he'd send a sneaky video to you lmao
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
hair pulling
semi-public sex
leo's both a giver and a receiver lol
i can imagine he'd like cockwarming too
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
in either of you cabins!!
the couch of your apartment (especially when you're supposed to be doing a college assignment)
restaurant restroom (i mean who can blame him when you look so damn gorgeous?!)
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
when you win a fight (especially against clarisse lol)
sparring with him
when you lift your arms up to fix your hair and the bottom of your shift rises so he can see your stomach
literally anything you do lmao
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
definitely anything you're not comfortable with lol
idk really because i feel like he's openminded and up for trying anything at least once
but i mean if it had to be at least one thing he would not try i'd probs be anal idk?
or maybe degrading idk - depends how you feel about that
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
homeboy would eat you out as if his life depended on it
he'd suck, lick, kiss your clit - he'd do anything to get to taste you
but i mean as much as leo loves eating you out, he loves when you go down on him
my god, he'd have his head tilted back as little pants and moans escape his lips
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
i think usual sex with leo would be rough and hard, incorporating some kinks here and there
idk i feel like it'll be unpredictable and depending on mood
if you've been on a date, leo would love to spend the time to worship your body for all its glory
he'd be slow, sensual, extra loving
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
hahah omg yes always lol
before training, after training
if you're on a quest with him and the others, being in your own hotel room with him
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
um yes!
leo would at least like to try anything at least once
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
oh girl, leo would go until you're completely fucked out lol
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
vibrators, cuffs, maybe even gags are what i'd imagine him to be into
he'd introduce them to you slowly, asking your general opinion on them before even consider buying one
and then one day he bought a cute wand vibrator and when he showed it to you, you were so excited to try it
"but babe, we're gonna have to charge it first," he chuckled at your eagerness
"ugh fine, just eat me out then."
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
leo is such a tease.
i've spoken about this before, but with his sultry humour and kink for begging, the bitch would love to tease the shit out of you
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
i'd imagine grunts in your ear, gradually growing louder the closer the got to his orgasm
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
leo can be really nervous at times
especially when trying out new things
i feel like he's scared that he'll break you or something
or maybe do something that'll really hurt you
so he's sometimes a little too cautious
and it's not until you reassure him again and again that you're okay, that he'll calm down a little lol
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
leo is one toned boy okay
and idk i feel like he'd love when you rub your hands over his stomach (especially when you ride him lol)
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
idk i'd say pretty high but he's always patient with you
if you weren't in the mood, he'd respect that and not try and do anything
though i can imagine him being pretty needy though
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
i feel like it depends on what the sex was like
if it was slow and sensual, probably pretty quickly as he'd spoon you
but if it was rough, he'd probably wait for you to fall asleep first so he can get some reassurance that you're definitely okay and not uncomfortable from how rough he was
i can imagine lots of forehead kisses and playing of hair here too
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Hi! I really enjoy your writing and your characterization. Could I please request the rest of the fluff alphabet for post-timeskip Reiner? (whichever point is easiest for you to write from)
Check my master list for letters F, H, N, & R!
A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?
There isn’t much Reiner genuinely likes doing. He’s more than happy to just take part in whatever activities his s/o wants to do. At this point he doesn’t feel like he’s allowed to have an opinion or have any strong wants. This does bother his s/o, so they need to try and coax an answer from him.
They find out he enjoys going for walks. Reiner specifically likes going on long hikes where no other people are around. Sure, he enjoys walking around the marketplace, but there’s always a pressure that he’s going to be cut down at any given moment. Therefore, private hikes are more his scene. He’s able to relax and will be more willing to open up to his s/o during these hikes.
If he had to pick another activity, it would be training together. He’d want to do something physical, such as sparring because it gives him an easy and familiar way to tease them in a more lighthearted manner, such as play wrestling. It’s one of the few times his s/o gets to see Reiner act his age and not put up walls.
B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?
Resilience. The fact that his s/o is able to push through being with someone like him and still see the good in this terrible world has him weak. He feels undeserving of someone so good, but he’s too attached to even consider letting them go.
To Reiner, their laugh is the most reassuring and calming sound. No matter if their laugh is a gentle chime or a crashing wave, he can’t get enough of it. He swears to himself whenever he makes them laugh, he falls more deeply in love with them than he thought could be possible.
C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?
Reiner wouldn’t really know where to start. His mind is racing with thoughts such as “Is there an attack?” and “Did they get hurt?”. He lacks tact when calming them down, gripping their shoulders and forcing them to look at him as he near demands them to spill what’s going on. When that doesn’t work, he tries to rethink his approach. He’ll breathe and calm himself before smoothing his palms over their arms and gently asking them what’s wrong.
He’ll hug them tightly and wait as they relax. Whether they just cling to him until their breathing calms or they ride out their panic, he’s pressed his lips to the top of their head, mumbling “everything is fine” even if he doesn’t believe it himself.
D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?
Reiner, like other warriors, doesn’t entertain the idea of having a future. This man has already resigned himself to the idea that he will be dead within a few years, so what is the point of him imagining a future?
If he could have his way, he’d want a family. At least one child. Though, he wonders if his child would need a friend since he has no siblings that could provide cousins. Maybe two children, then, so they don’t get lonely. He thinks about how he wants a small, comfortable home away from the bustling of the towns. The seaside sounds ideal. Sometimes he imagines what it would feel like to have those children tucked between him and his partner while he told them exaggerated stories of the animals that lived in the forests.
E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?
He’s physically dominant when it comes to most situation. He’ll put himself before his s/o and make sure they are always in his view. When it comes to intimacy, he teeters between being timid and overbearing. It’s difficult for him to find a balance between wanting to be careful and wanting to have his s/o to himself, and they often find him coming on too strong then becoming reclusive for a few moments after due to the fear of having possibly crosses a boundary.
Reiner sees himself as a natural guardian, so it’s only to be expected that he takes on more traditionally protective roles.
G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?
Reiner is extremely touched that his s/o would stay with a coward such as himself. He thanks them often and brings them gifts. Most of the time it’s food that would otherwise be difficult for them to get their hands on.
He has a hard time getting out of his head but is able to see that his work and attitude does affect his s/o to a degree and tries to be as mindful as possible. Most times, this mindfulness is chalked up to a simple, “I don’t know what I’d do without you” which needs to be interpreted depending on the context of the situation and his emotional state.
I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?
His s/o grounds him, but they haven’t made huge steps in affecting his personality. He is lost and needs to figure out how to depend on others, and unfortunately, he’s unable to do so credibly at the moment. His s/o hopes Reiner will one day be able to share his burdens with them, even if just a little bit. Reiner definitely teaches them to be patient.
On the other hand, Reiner is happy to help them overcome their fears. He’s always got a solution and steps to help them get to their goals.
J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?
Yes. He’s insecure and is easily provoked by other people giving his s/o attention. If he sees them giving others intimate attention, he will become extremely suspicious and angry. Reiner tries to ignore it since he doesn’t want to cause a scene. Image is important to warriors, after all. He does cling to them more as he tries to calm himself, often holding their hands or hugging them close in private.
If he’s in a situation where he is allowed to make a move, he’s more than willing to use physical force to scare off anyone he sees as trying to get with his s/o.
K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?
Reiner’s a good kisser when it comes down to it. His kisses are hot and nearly suffocating. He always has a strong hand behind his partner’s head and another firmly on their back pressing them into him as deep as he can. His skin is warm and being so close to him increases that heat.
His first kiss with his partner was desperate. Whether it was during an episode back in Paradis or when he got back home, his s/o found him uncharacteristically quiet. Serious.
Their voice surprised him, causing him to jump as they made their presence known. It was an unusual sight- to see Reiner hunched in on himself. When they got close enough to sit next to him and ask what was going on, he simply told them that he wanted to kiss them at least once since he didn’t know if he’d ever be able to again. After their initial shock, his soon to be s/o agreed, letting him take lead. Reiner licked his lips and placed one hand gently behind their neck while the other rested on their thigh. He leaned ver, finally inviting them to his lips and as the two sought one another’s touch, he found himself pinning them down and nearly unclothing them. Whether his s/o allowed it to continue or stopped is up for debate.
L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?
Reiner would never consider confessing.
He would need to be near death or in an extremely stressful and dire situation to blurt it out.
That, or during more recent manga events, Reiner would try to find a moment of peace where he and his s/o could speak in private. During a conversation where he finally explains his past, he would likely refuse to make eye contact and stare at their feet. His voice is shaking slightly as he steels himself for whatever the outcome may be. It’s his s/o who turns his cheek to look him in the eye, confessing they are in love with him. It’s overwhelming and as he’s embraced by them, he reciprocates it over and over in shaky whispers that are muffled by their neck.
M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?
He likes the idea of marriage. Being with someone who is completely his and building a life together that’s peaceful and without pressure would mean the world to him.
Reiner’s proposal is private. It would be during camp before the climatic battle. One evening, he’d take his s/o to a private area and reminisce their experiences together. He’s unsure why he’s bringing it up until his s/o asks what he wants to do after they win. He’s taken aback, wanting to say there’s not much left for him once the world is saved. “Will you marry me, Reiner?”
Reiner’s heart stops at that moment. It’s not a proposal, more so it’s just gauging his desires. He can’t help but nod. If they survive, even if he has little time left, he wants to spend it with them.
O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?
Reiner’s love is subtle. It’s not common for people in Marley to outright be romantic in public, so displays are limited. Though at some point when he was younger he would have taken great pride in being overly affectionate in front of others, he now takes solace in being a quiet and helpful lover. It’s difficult for him to really express his love verbally, so he takes action. He’s good with fixing appliances, running errands, and comforting them in private. To most others, it seems Reiner is distant with his s.o, but this is untrue.
He’s skilled in loving them. His holds are firm and comforting. His kisses are deep and true. His actions express his care more accurately than his words ever could. The way he puts himself before them is in itself his ultimate display of love.
P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?
Reiner prefers to keep his romantic involvement private due to fear for his s/o’s safety. Being Involved with him makes them a target which is something he’s unwilling to look past. This does not mean he is ashamed of them by any means.
Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.
His hugs are all consuming. Something about being in his embrace helps wash away all anxiety. It’s truly difficult for his s/o to be upset for long when they’re in his hold. This becomes especially useful during high stress events, and it helps Reiner calm down.
S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?
Reiner’s focus isn’t on helping his s/o achieve any goals. His fixation is his mission to save humanity, so he doesn’t actually think too much about if his s/o has any goals they wan to achieve.
If his s/o shares a desire with him, he’s happy to help them map out a plan of attack. There’s not much he can do in ways of helping them if it doesn’t pertain to training or military affairs since most of his time is dedicated to his work.
T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?
Reiner prefers having a routine above all else. With how erratic his life is, a sense of peace is important to him. He suffers from PTSD and anxiety among other issues, so knowing where his s/o is during a certain time or having a specific ritual at a certain time every day helps him ground himself. He wouldn’t want to deal with any destructive routines when he has free time. It’s extremely important for him to focus on his healing, so a routine is best.
U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?
Reiner... does not know his s/o well. He knows what bothers them and knows about them from what they share. However, he doesn’t make an effort to learn more. He’s got too much on his plate, and the relationship is reliant on the physical intimacy to help each other blow off steam. He could stand to be more emotionally present. It’s something he’s aware of and feels like it’s too late to do anything about it. If he survives, he wants to build a stronger relationship where the two can equally rely on one another for the support that they need.
He’s empathetic to a degree. He listens to their problems and tries to offer the best support he can, but he’s not necessarily equipped to help someone deal with their own problems when he barely has a handle on his own shaky mental state.
V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?
Reiner is ridiculously obsessed with keeping his relationship. He knows he’s not the best partner that he could be, but he wants to selfishly keep his s/o because they make him feel human. They make him feel worthy of being alive, and he’s too scared of letting that go for who would he be without a purpose? His mission does come first, but he’d be more than willing to throw himself in front of his s/o if it meant securing their escape.
He’s a natural protector as mentioned before, and couple that with suicidal tendencies and you have someone that’s problematically self-sacrificial. It’s not a good mixture, but it goes to show how dependent he is on his s/o for a sense of stability and how far he’d go to make sure they were safe.
W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.
He likes lying face to face when the two are in bed. When Reiner is especially tired, his cheeks and nose flush a dark pink. It’s always embarrassing when his s/o decides to tease him about it. Don’t you dare call him cute or coo at him because in his tired state he will have no methods of coping. He might even turn around to try and escape their compliments, but if they cling to his back and try to pull him back around, they’re somehow always successful.
X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?
Reiner doesn’t kiss often. He does like to hold his s/o’s hands. Clasping their fingers with his own and holding their hand sto his chest in moments of quiet vulnerability will be the most stripped down, vulnerable acts he will ever commit.
He’s not opposed to his partner kissing him and holding him, he just doesn’t feel worthy of starting the act himself. Once they initiate, he’s more than eager to soak up as much touch as he can. He never wants to let go, meaning they can be in one another’s embrace for hours if they’re lucky.
Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?
Reiner is good at compartmentalizing his feelings, so he will run on autopilot and just hope that his s/o is alive so he can see them soon.
Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?
As mentioned earlier, Reiner is more than willing to put his life on the line for his s/o. He would run into a head on attack if it meant giving his loved one a moment longer to breathe.
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Reacting to You Confiding In A Friend That You Miss Them
ft. SakuAtsu
G/N reader
Yes I wrote this at 2 am this morning 😃 Why? Because I wanted to be sad. ☹️ Luckily for you the ending is fluffy ✌️
You were curled up on the carpeted floor of your walk in closet. The lights were off, door shut, and the only thing audible was your quiet cries. A pillow was pulled up against your chest, which you heaved soft sobs into- desperately seeking some sort of comfort in the plush object. There was nothing more you wanted at the moment then to feel your dear boyfriends arms around you (even if Kiyoomi’s hold was rather hesitant). Alas, they weren’t here with you- busy with late training. Honestly you couldn’t even find it in you to be mad at them- knowing how important the next few upcoming matches were for their careers. Some people said you were much too understanding- that your relationship dynamic wasn’t fair- since your partners spent so much more time together than they did with you.
You weren’t a fool- love lost simply was not the case at all- it was just the fact that you barely felt their presence in your home in general. They went to bed at around 9- while you turned in at around 10 or 11 most nights. In the mornings they were up at 5 or 6- whereas you rose at 7:30. The only times you got to really spend time with them was on their sole day off- Sunday. Even then, it was usually spent with them relaxing at home sleeping, no date nights or anything. Again, you weren’t hurt by this specifically- it was just that you missed being with them.
So here you were at 6pm on a Friday night, sitting in the dark recesses of your designer brand filled closet. No amount of prada, gucci, or Valentino products could be enough to soothe the ache in your chest. You hadn’t spoken to Atsumu or Kiyoomi about your feelings yet, not wanting to ruin the peaceful atmosphere that surrounded your home... they had warned you about their busy schedules when you first started dating them afterall. So you were merely reaping what you had sowed.
You sighed, clutching the pillow tighter and burying your face into it. Eventually you would have to leave the comfortable space of your closet- but for now you would enjoy the company of the cool shadows and the feeling of a protective wall behind your back.
You couldn’t bring yourself to speak with them... but maybe you would be able to tell someone else of your grievances and lighten the heavy feeling in your heart.
W/SakuAtsu:
“Omi-Omi!” The blonde setter called, setting the ball over to his lover- just the way he liked. Kiyoomi ran up and jumped, arm back before swinging it down forcefully. The Mikasa ball zoomed over the net- smashing into the floor with a “boom” sound. “That was great!”
“Thanks.” Sakusa replied, before striding over to the benches- grabbing his water bottle and taking a swig. “Let’s clean up, shower, and head home- I’m tired.” He says straightforwardly, ignoring the sour face Atsumu makes. “We’ve spent enough time here- even Hinata went home already.”
“Fine... Y/n’s probably missin’ us anyways.” Normally Atsumu would argue- but he realizes that while practice is important, he would much rather spend time with you instead.
A little while later they arrive back to their penthouse, freshly showered and ready to spend some quality time with you. All the lights are off except for the kitchen’s- Atsumu pokes his head into the area- only to see it devoid of his lover. The dinner ingredients are all laid out and ready to be cooked.
“Hm that’s weird isn’ it Omi?” He asks, looking at the taller male. Kiyoomi’s eyes are narrowed, lips turned down in a frown, then he’s stalking away- telling Atsumu to come along like he’s talking to a dog. “Wow rude much-“
“Shh... do you not hear that?” Kiyoomi questions in a low voice, pausing outside of their bedroom’s cracked open door. They fall silent, listening intently. Soft sniffles and barely audible talking are heard from within the room- no from the closet. Exchanging a look, Sakusa silently pushes the door open all the way and the two slip into the room- intent on eavesdropping on the conversation.
“It’ll pass Keiji- honestly it’s just because it’s around that time of the year again... I can’t- won’t say anything... this is what I signed up for when I entered this relationship.” It was you- and it sounding like you had been crying (if your hiccups were anything to go off of). “But I-“ You fall silent, most likely to let Akaashi speak. “What am I supposed to say? ‘Hey Kiyo, Tsum-Tsum? Yeah I know it’s supposed to be the busiest time of the season but I’m feeling kinda touch starved so could you please indulge me?’ No way- Yes it is selfish!”
“I”ve heard enough of this-“ Atsumu mutters, his heart hurting for you. He had known that they weren’t spending as much time with you as usual- but he really didn’t think it would pain you like this. Why wouldn’t you tell them? It wasn’t selfish at all- damn your too big heart.
Kiyoomi was having similar thoughts, they, no- he had made you question your worth in their lives... Made you feel as though your feelings were worth less than his career. This was unacceptable and completely wrong. THEY were blind for way too long- it was time they made right by you.
“W-hat are you d-doing home so early?” You gasp, startled at the sight of your towering boyfriends in the entry way of the closet. “Yeah I-I’ll call you later- mmph.” Atsumu nearly tackles you into a hug, leading you to drop your phone onto the carpet. Kiyo folows his lead and sits on his knees in front of you two, reaching over to brush his thumb over your lips. Vaguely, they can hear a soft chuckle then the dial tone- signaling that Akaashi hung up.
“Doll why didn’t ya talk to us? I’m so sorry we made ya feel that way- I love ya so much I never meant t’ hurt-“ Atsumu trails off, presssing lingering kisses to your face- attempting to convey all his love for you through them.
“It’s okay Tsum-Tsum, I should’ve said-“
“No.” Kiyoomi interrupts, pressing a finger to your lips. “My love you did nothing wrong. We knew that this would be the busiest time of the season- and because of that we should have made sure to leave some room in our schedules to spend time with you.” His normally calm eyes were glittering slightly, a flurry of emotions buried in his dark hues. He leans in and presses a long, loving kiss to your lips. “Volleyball comes second- you and Atsumu are my top priorities.”
He says it so easily, as if he had no doubt about it- so surely like there was no possibility that his statement could be untruthful in anyway. It caused your heart to warm exponentially- reassurance filling your veins.
“Kiyo...” What do you say to that? You initially want to disagree- to argue that there’s no way that THE Sakusa Kiyoomi could love and value anything over volleyball. But another, larger part of you want so desperately to believe him- to have the same faith in his last statement that he himself does
“I can hear ya doubtin’ already.” Your other, possibly more volleyball crazed boyfriend, says. “But it’s the truth babe. It doesn’t matter if ya ‘knew what ya were gettin into.’ Cuz yer wrong. We love Y/n the most- not volleyball.” He reaches down and holds your right hand in his own strong one. “Please talk to us if yer hurtin’ even if we don’t seem t’ notice right away- it doesn’t mean we don’t care.”
“Okay... thank you for being here when I need you most. I love you Tsum, Kiyo.”
“We love you too, now let’s get out of here hm? There’s no practice tomorrow (because it’s Meian’s anniversary)- so we can go out on a date?” Kiyoomi offers, lips quirking up at the excited smile on your face. Even with the tear tracks and messed up hair- he thinks this look is one of his favorites.
“Yeah! We can even wear those matchin outfits ya bought last month! How bout it dolll?” Atsumu agrees instantly, gazing at you expectantly.
You smile back and nod. “Sounds like a plan... but first I have to make tonights dinner.” Your words have them chuckling- both agree to help you out (but it’s more like you and Kiyoomi are going to cook while Atsumu hands you things).
Your problems aren’t solved yet, but with a little more time and communication- the three of you know that you’ll be just fine.
#haikyuu poly au#miya atsumu x reader#sakuatsu x reader#sakusa kiyoomi x reader#atsumu x reader#sakusa x reader
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i really like your seijoh baby fever hcs 😭 could i please request with 3rd gym + ushi and tendou ☹️
BABY FEVER PART 2 HUH 🤧🤧 alright, lets dive in y’all. Also, side note, I am sooooo soft for Akaashi’s inferiority complex. I just wanna hold his hand and tell him he’s perfect.
Also, Tsukki kinda got angsty??? I m sorry.
Bokuto;
This nut has baby fever with you
That baby radar we talked about last time—you both had it.
You can bet there’s a competition of who saw the cuter baby at the grocery store when the two of you go.
Though, no one ever wins because they’re all fckn cute.
You’re a little bit worse off than Bokuto though, in the sense that you won’t stop mentioning “when” you guys have kids versus “if”
And it’s kinda doing lots of funny things to him
Especially if you guys have friends over that have kids.
If you’re nowhere to be found, you can bet that you’re in the backyard playing tag or hide and seek.
H o l d I n g t h e m.
Friends who have babies are especially allowed over, just so you can hold them.
And feed them.
Oh my god, the way their eyes open?? So full of love and wonder??
Your weakness #7.
And Bokuto weakness #41—seeing you feed and hold a newborn
Never in his LIFE has the owl seen you look so happy and loving and glowing.
Not even on your guys’ wedding day.
You did but whatever, Bo.
Wait who’s got baby fever? You? Or Bo?
Both. Both is good.
But, Bokuto being him, he kinda starts to worry about the fact that you haven’t even brought up having kids.
Like y’all have been married for a year
This is what married couples do, right? No
So he’s in emo mode, but this is a whole different kind of dramatic.
He’s so serious and blunt and it’s kinda scary.
“[name], do you even want to have kids with me?”
ASSFGHJKL
“Bo, please tell me you didn’t just ask me that.”
But you can tell by the way his pupils his shrink yet his eyes become wider than the moon—he’s hopeful.
“Koutarou, I’ve literally been saying for the last four years, when we have kids. It’s kind of a given.”
“...can we get started then?”
Akaashi;
Akaashi gets soooo flustered when you start talking babies.
Because no matter how many different ways he looks at it, he thinks he’s not ready.
Especially when your newborn nephew gets dropped off for baby sitting.
How are you such a natural with kids?
Akaashi pretends not to notice the soft spoken voice you use for the baby.
Or the way it looks so natural, so right, to see you balancing him on your hip while you warm up a bottle.
He learned you’re also a co-sleeper and jump at the opportunity to nap with your nephew
It’s hard image for Akaashi to force out of his mind
But he can’t help but wonder if you’d do the same with your kids.
Then he starts panicking a little because he.’s falling down the rabbit hole of thinking he wouldn’t be a good dad.
Even more so when you bring up wanting to have a family with him.
Apparently you were prepared to just forego the entire idea of marriage and skip straight to family
Akaashi can and will freak out about that at another time.
“Shouldn’t we wait? Until we’re ready?”
“I am ready, Akaashi. But something tells me that you aren’t.”
“...I don’t wanna mess up.”
Akaashi isn’t very vocal when it comes to his insecurities—it came with the territory of handling Bokuto for a couple years.
So when he’s sharing them with you, you naturally jump into overprotective mom girlfriend mode.
“Akaashi, I wouldn’t want to have kids with you if I didn’t think you’d be a good dad.”
Did I mention he’s got a bit of a praise kink?
Cause that just went straight from his ears to his dick.
Kuroo;
Being married to Kuroo Tetsurou comes with a warning label.
One you had to recite as a vow.
“I will not bring up children until I am ready.”
You always thought it was a little weird when he asked you include something along those lines.
And, after a year, you sometimes forget your vow. You’re only human.
What else is human is this ADORABLE toddler in the car next to you guys at a stoplight who won’t stop waving at you.
“Aw, Tetsu look! Say hi!” The former captain’s eyes narrow questioningly, but he doesn’t say anything yet.
It only gets worse from here on out.
Why do kids like waving at you? Idk, but it happens pretty frequently.
Like when the two of you go out to eat and a baby in their high chair stops throwing their food on the ground, just to smile and babble as they look at you.
It makes you soft.
And, considering you’re sitting right in front of him, Kuroo sees the way your eyes become three shades lighter with every interaction.
“Remember your vow, baby.” He grits out, though the strain goes entirely over your head.
“Why did you make me say that anyway?” Kuroo never explained why—only begged that you included it.
“Cause once we start having kids, we aren’t stopping until you physically can’t anymore.”
Oh.
OH.
“Hey, Tetsu?”
“Yeah?”
“Can we start when we get home?”
Tsukishima;
If you expected all of these to be happy hcs, I hate to disappoint.
But Tsukki wants to strangle you when you bring up kids.
He’s brought it up so many times that he does not want kids.
No matter how many times you fawn over your friends’ children.
Or how much you splurge on gifts when you have to attend a baby shower.
That last one in particular especially made him want to fight you.
You will tease and joke over and over how much you just want him to impregnate you.
“[name], no.”
“Come on, Tsukki. You’d be such a hot dad!”
He’s not gonna deny that.
But he is definitely going to deny impregnating you.
Unfortunately, this is a recurring argument for the two of you.
To the point where you feel a little empty every time you hear once of your old friend’s just introduced another family member.
And Tsukki knows it’s wearing down heavily on you.
To where you almost aren’t really yourself anymore.
“I’m not agreeing to this,” he says one day when he finally sits you down, “but give me some time to...mentally prepare for being a family.”
“N-no, I’m okay, you don’t—“
“No, you aren’t. I miss you, [name]. And if this is what it takes to get you back, then I have to try.”
Ushijima;
Let’s be real—Ushi kinda dense.
So honestly, don’t expect him to pick up or understand the excitement you have when you see a baby
Or fawn over receiving wedding invites because someone still hasn’t popped the question.
I’m not pointing any fingers. Wakatoshi.
N e way. You’re not as eager for a baby as some. Or at least, you’re not as transparent about it.
Yes seeing little babies napping in their stroller sends your ovaries in a frenzy
Or seeing or hearing a baby cry in public forces your maternal instinct to go into overdrive.
But you were good! Really!
At least that’s what Toshi thinks
Until he overhears you on the phone with someone after getting home from work. Your mother, apparently.
“No, mom, he hasn’t proposed. Yes, I know we’ve been together for the better half of a decade, thanks for reminding me. No, you aren’t going to have any grandkids anytime soon.”
Oh. Was...was he doing something wrong?
“I should go, Toshi’s gonna be home soon.”
As soon as you open your bedroom door, you’re met with your stone-faced partner who was standing close enough that, if the door were still closed, he would have been pressed up against it.
“Are you upset with me?”
“Wha—no! No, you know how my mom gets...”
Ushijima may be a little dense, but he is at least somewhat aware enough to know when you’re lying.
“Let’s talk.” Not allowing you to escape, his large hands plant themselves on your shoulders just as firmly as his voice, leading the two of you to sit on the edge of the bed. “Is that what you want? A marriage? A family?”
“Of course, Toshi, I love you. We’ve been together for seven years—“
“Whatever you want, I will do for you.”
Tendou;
You had always told Tendou you didn’t want kids any time soon.
And he’s totally okay with—gives you two the chance to be just that.
So you both agreed to you going on birth control. IUD specifically, just so you didn’t have to worry about anything for a few years at a time.
Nothing to worry about!
Except seeing your best friend hold her newborn is doing funny things to you
And your other BFF just found out she’s pregnant
Now they’re both kinda just expecting you to follow in line
“You guys know I’m not ready.”
But they see just how tender you are with the newborn
Or how you’re very involved with the pregnant one, constantly asking her questions of what she’s feeling and how excited she is to be a mom
They know you too well—you’re already entertaining the idea.
So while you and Tendou are laying on the couch together, you try to nonchalantly bring it up. Try.
“How would you feel if I didn’t replace the IUD this time around? Hypothetically speaking, of course.”
Tendou’s typically bemused face perks up. “Oh? Making plans without me?”
“Wha—no! I’m just asking a question!”
“Mm, okay,” though his tone is light, there’s a bit of a teasing drawl, “then, hypothetically speaking, I would try to convince you to finally let me get you pregnant.”
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what if chu's s/o escapes port mafia, leaving chuuya to think she left him like dazai did (but in reality, she was pregnant & didn't want the child to grow up in PM. though she has taken extra measures so her son will not be endangered, PM still managed to kidnap him and hold him hostage in exchange for her to come back to their ranks. it is when she comes to save their son that chu discovers that the child is his. you do your own take if you want, your writing, your choice! 💓💓
HIGH RISK, HIGH REWARDS.
genre. hmmm,, i guess it’s fluffy
synopsis. you reveal a secret you’ve kept to yourself for so long, it’s time you finally come clean.
word count. 2,680
author notes. hi, thank you this was an interesting request, i tried not to make it too long. & i usually don’t put so much dialogue (if at all XD) so i hope you can still enjoy this <33
PRESENT.
“Boss, the VIPs are here to see you, they’re being held down at the lobby. Do you want to send them up here?”
The chair swirls around, revealing the man behind the table, a picture of perfect composure. A curt nod is all it takes for the goon to leave the room, ready to escort the guests up.
Once the doors are closed again, he puts the cigarette out on his ashtray, exhaling that last puff of smoke. Gloved fingers intertwine together as he ponders long and hard about how he should greet them later.
The man eyes the drawer under his table, the bottom leftmost one — the special drawer. He opens it languidly to unveil a stash of letters, too many to count at one glance. That’s not surprising though. After all, it’s twelve years’ worth of letters. He grabs the top one, beady eyes glossing over its contents. He folds it back along the same lines.
They all look the same. Made out to him, but with no return address.
TWELVE YEARS AGO.
“They found someone at the house. We have him right now.”
The man on the other line seems to still have something to say, but the redhead doesn’t allow him. It’s a matter that can’t wait.
“Keep him there, make sure he doesn’t leave.”
Chuuya leaves the rest of the torturing to his colleagues as he exits the premises. He recalls what his subordinate reported earlier. ‘Him’? He scoffs. It’s been six years since you left the mafia and basically vanished into thin air. Which is a considerably long time, but Chuuya still can’t wrap the possibility around there being a new guy in your life.
Besides, the redhead didn’t do anything wrong. Why did you have to leave without a word? Why did you feel the need to leave at all, even? It couldn’t be stress. No way. You worked at the Port Mafia casino, yes. You were in charge of it all, and it did anything but stress you out. You loved working there. You loved the gamble. You absolutely revelled in the risk.
They put you in charge of the casino for more reasons than one. You were very calculative, very meticulous. You always had your moves planned out beforehand and you were always able to tell your opponents’ hand without even having to cheat. The gambling was definitely one of the reasons why you were so good at manipulating people. It was also one of the reasons why even Mori asked for your help in some cases.
But your best quality as a mafioso?
Your unpredictability. Or, as Mori dubbed it, your insanity. In both gambling and in general. You had helped the mafia win favours over more than just a few officials by winning against them — be it in poker or any other games. You weren’t even below playing russian roulette. Sure, Chuuya had been worried at first, but after a while it was pretty clear you’d always make it out of it safe — was it luck or was it pure calculation, or a mixture of both perhaps? Chuuya doesn’t really question it. And when it came to planning missions, your unconventional methods always helped, because no one would ever see it coming.
That blew up in his face though. You left him without any clues pertaining to your whereabouts or why you left in the first place. He thought you left along with his ex-partner, that maybe it had something to do with him. But it was apparent that wasn’t the case. Not when you didn’t surface at all even when Dazai did. He couldn’t help but keep thinking of potential things that happened to you. Did you leave because you met someone else? Doubtful. But given how long it’s been, it’s certainly not out of the question that you already did meet someone else by now.
You’re beautiful, smart, fun. You’re everything anyone could wish for. You’re so understanding that sometimes Chuuya questions where you get your patience from. You were just perfect, in every sense of the word.
Chuuya groans just thinking of everything. Even after being kicked to the curb, why is it that now he is still attracted to you? Lucky he was, though. Because that’s the only reason he agreed with Mori’s plan to put all efforts into seeking you out. You were incredibly elusive, and a pain in the ass because of that. And had it not been for a certain intense war against an enemy organisation, they would’ve let you go on with your life, wherever you ended up. You’ve been very quiet, not spreading anything about the mafia, or else Mori would’ve picked up on it. Very well-behaved, and a pardon would’ve been your reward.
But even the best needs help sometimes. And Mori specifically wants yours. He probably figured Chuuya was the biggest factor that would tilt things in their favour, and he agrees. Which is why he heads this mission in the first place. Not only is he the biggest shot at getting you back, but he wants to see you. Wants to know exactly why you left him the way you did.
Closure. He wants closure.
Life is funny though. Because he ends up with more questions than answers when he opens the door to his office.
Suddenly all the idle chatter he passes by in the hallway makes sense. The ones that just skip past his ears because he’s too deep in thought about you. He remembers the gist of them though. Things like “he’s so cute, like a model,” and “right? I think he looks handsome” (to which Chuuya was slightly annoyed by because he thought it was referring to your new beau).
But no, he wasn’t greeted with a man. He opened his doors to find a boy with eyes as blue as the ocean sitting on his desk, fiddling with his pens. Eyes that remind him of the exact shade he looks at in the mirror everyday. Chuuya hurriedly shuts the door, locks it, and steps hesitantly toward the boy.
This boy… looks roughly about six years old. And Chuuya feels his breath hitching in his throat. That’s around the time you went missing. He feels everything closing in around him, the fear of why you left him finally being made clear to him.
Weirdly enough, the boy isn’t the tiniest bit scared. His head is tilted, fingers still fiddling with Chuuya’s fountain pen, and waiting for Chuuya to reach him. He blinks his little eyes, before finally smiling up at him after a while. He opens his mouth, a simple word leaving his delicate lips.
“Daddy!”
Chuuya isn’t even allowed a further minute to process it before he hears knocking on the ceiling and someone falls through the vent onto the floor; one with an all-too-familiar figure. And who flashes an all-too-familiar grin.
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Half an hour later Chuuya finds himself struggling to process all the information you’ve unloaded on him. He observes as his son draws on a random piece of paper he’s found lying around, in the other side of the room.
“You let them think they’ve captured our son, when in reality you were waiting for them to?”
You nod. Chuuya internally facepalms himself. How is it that you’re able to gamble with this, too? With your — and his — son’s life on the line? You basically left him there to be abducted, knowing that they won’t do anything without Chuuya’s permission (who’s to say he wouldn’t have allowed them to torture the kid? Well, he wouldn’t, but still…) and then sneak yourself past security and into his office, all in the hopes of letting him know he has a son?
Then again, you wouldn’t bet something like that if you didn’t believe that things would absolutely go your way. He’s been with you for so long before, he’s familiar with your moves and the way you think. Not completely, but good enough.
It was so brilliantly simple. (Also, you used to sneak into his office through the vents when your relationship was still under wraps, so it really wasn’t a surprise to him that you chose to sneak in through there now.)
“Why now, after all this time? Why tell me now?”
For a moment he catches a brief look of guilt wash over your face. You lie back on the couch on your spot next to him, and close your eyes, as though bracing for an outburst as his response.
“I didn’t want to tell you at all, at first…” you trail off, the guilt completely taking over you now. “I only came now because… I want you to get Mori off my back.”
Now Chuuya understands why.
So, you didn’t even intend to give him a chance to meet his son, let alone let him be involved in any part of your life. But you only appeared because you knew Mori would come after you, demand for your help. The only reason you showed yourself today… was to convince Chuuya to help you. Because if there’s anyone who could convince Mori to back off, Chuuya could. And you understood that all too well.
Chuuya can just laugh at himself right now. How foolish is he, to think that you came back because you still harboured feelings for him. How pathetic of him.
He can sense his expression growing grim. Not that he’ll make any attempts to conceal it. His cerulean eyes travel from his son to you. You seem a little less guilty now, though. You look… at peace, somehow.
“What makes you think I’ll do what you want?”
“Because you want to prove me wrong.”
Your answer catches him off guard, and his anger is replaced by utter confusion. You take his silence as your cue to explain.
“I didn’t want to tell you because I didn’t think you’d make a good father and do what’s right for our son. Prove me wrong. Keep our son away from this. Do what a good father would and give him a chance to grow up normal.”
Chuuya scoffs. So that’s why you didn’t tell him anything. Never told him you were pregnant. Never hinted at a goodbye. You’d rather be branded a traitor like Dazai instead of having to make Chuuya choose between you and the mafia. He knows; if you set your mind on something, it’s hard to change it. And in other situations it might’ve been negotiable, but not with your baby.
You know Chuuya would never betray the mafia. That’s why you think he’d never make a good father. Because he can’t put you or the baby first. And now… Now you come with good faith. You’re trying to believe that he can learn to be a good father.
Starting with this choice.
This impossible choice.
Except not really. He knows what he’ll end up choosing anyway. You were right. If he knew you were pregnant he’d have convinced you to stay with the mafia, convinced you that he’d make sure the baby is well-protected. But then he’d be missing the point of your whole argument. You grew up in the mafia, and technically, so did he. You knew how it didn’t allow a chance at normalcy, and you didn’t want to strip your baby of that choice. You wanted your child to at least have a taste of what being normal is like, before you ultimately let them choose what they want.
Now, even if he gives an unfavourable reply, he knows you’d do anything to keep his son away from the mafia. It’s only a question of whether or not you’d have to struggle against Chuuya for it.
Silently, he stretches a hand out to you as he gets up from the couch. He can see the subtle surprise on your face. You’re impressed, aren’t you? He has on the best poker face since you’ve met him. You can’t guess what he’s thinking, this being the first of such instance since you’ve met him. He doesn’t say a thing when you ask him what he’s up to, only continuing to offer his hand to you, keeping mum.
A gamble, a risk you’d have to take. You can either take his hand and see where he leads you, which could lead to you getting your way or it could just lead to total destruction. Or, you can refuse, and then you’d have to figure a way out on your own. Which Chuuya doesn’t doubt you’d already have ingrained in your head.
But he knows you’ll choose the former. Why? It’s the only one where an inherent risk is present. Because you’d be totally in his mercy.
And that’s why you find yourself flown out of the headquarters, onto some random building’s rooftop. A perfect view of the setting sun and an even more perfect view of your old lover, striking crimson locks imitating the beauty of the orange sunset.
Looks like it paid off.
“Will you let me know where you’re staying? A child needs his father,” Chuuya asks you, your fingers intertwined in his, and you forgot just how much you missed this; him.
“And the mafia needs you.”
A swift rejection, but he’s not going to give up so easily.
“I have a right to know. He’s my son too.”
You inch closer to him and he feels like his heart is going to leap out of his chest. It’s been six years since he’s been this close to you, and he can’t believe he has to let you go again. With your son in tow, too. Without so much as a clue as to where you’re going to move to. No way to find out. Given that they only managed to find you in the first place because you wanted to be found.
“Maybe if you’re the boss or something.”
PRESENT.
Now here he is, sitting in the office, new king of the Port Mafia. And his two very important guests are making their way up here. Chuuya hurriedly puts the letters back away. They were how you communicated with him, updated him on you and your son. Though you never put any return address, so Chuuya couldn’t send one back even if he wanted to. Also, you didn’t include any photos, so Chuuya is curious how his son has turned out.
Your timing is impeccable, to choose to visit him just as he’s taken over the office. He suspects maybe you have your ways, what with the vast amount of officials you have wrapped around your finger.
But as the doors open, every other thought he has is thrown out the window. You enter first, and his face lights up, seeing those familiar pair of eyes, so warm, so inviting now. And behind you, your son, now slightly taller than you (and probably Chuuya but he refuses to think of that), greeting him with a polite nod and a smirk on his face.
A wave of understanding washes across his child’s face when he spots something hanging on the wall behind his father.
“Hey! You kept the drawing I did when I first came here!”
He had drawn the three of you together, with himself in the middle, his parents on either side of him, holding his hands and walking in a park.
Chuuya chuckles. “Of course, it was the only thing your mom let me remember you by.” He shifts his gaze over to you as your son gets the hint, moving to admire another far corner of the room.
You let yourself fall into his arms, and Chuuya hugs you tight. Because it’s taken eighteen years. A long, torturous eighteen years apart, which honestly was a run in circles, though it was a necessary one. But now finally, he can be together with you, and his son. Chuuya looks down at you with the warmest gaze you’ve ever seen, wet eyes threatening to spill with tears any moment now.
“Welcome home, my love.”
tags. @yokelish @gogolparadise @fyowyn-writes @animatedarchives
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Well since you specifically asked: Twiddler
“Yah I like Eddie but he’s straight // BAD LUCK, HUH?”
“No he’s not”
“NO IM NOT??”
Shenanigans
I’m dying right now, the ol’ Harv(ey) stubbornly thinks that Edward fucking Nygma is s t r a I g ht love it. Still one of my fave convos we’ve ever had.
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Eddie’s POV
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It had been about a year since he had joined the sort of halfway home that Bruce Wayne had opened up for Ex-Rogues. However Eddie was somewhat convinced the billionaire he now realized had been Batman the whole time (pfft, he totally could have figured that out… he just… hadn’t…) rather liked having he, Harley, and Harv(ey) as a sort of odd band of roommates. And well… a literal mansion wasn’t a bad place to stay in by any stretch of the imagination.
He certainly had expected (and been quietly and not so quietly jealous) that because Harv(ey) and Bruce had apparently been close as far back as when they were children, Wayne would certainly be ecstatic to have Two-Face hanging around. He still was a little bit taken a back that well… anyone would want him around.
But he really was trying to reform. Maybe part of it was because the routine had gotten boring and he’d started finding more quiet and less destructive games and puzzles more entertaining these days. Besides, he realized he could have more fun with such things when he wasn’t being hauled back to Arkham because he’d taken things a little too far so often.
That being said, he had a new focus, a new goal.
And that was the previously mentioned Harv(ey) Dent. The giant, the absolute unit that towered over him.
Two souls for the price of one. Harvey was quietly intelligent (though sometimes a little bit delightfully oblivious), kind, and soft. Then Harv, he was bold, had a wonderfully fun fashion sense, and had a gravelly voice that admittedly caused Eddie’s mind to pull a blank at times.
They were a man that could have half their face burned to a crisp with acid and still be the only man that had been in Arkham (in Edward’s opinion) that could really get it.
He still remembered the first time “two-face” had been escorted into Arkham, the sight of them had knocked the wind right out of him, completely stopped his plotting for his next attempt to outsmart Batman.
Sure, perhaps he had heard and sort of seen images of Harvey Dent, the famous distract attorney that had been nicknamed Gotham’s “white knight” on the tiny, crappy TV they were occasionally allowed to watch when they were let out of their cells. But that never did him justice.
Seeing him here? Up close?
What a man. A handsome man, carved by angels and blessed by the devil
Now if only he could get Harv(ey) Dent to notice him.
Since that day he’d tried time and time again under the hope that maybe just maybe… this giant of a man would consider a relationship of sorts.
He tried to impress them with his vast intellect, sitting close to him and going off about any fact or subject he happened to know. He then tried to drill Harvey about his knowledge as a lawyer (which he thought also might just be interesting to know). They were certainly a good listener… and Harvey warmed up to talking about legal jargon and the pains of law school with Eddie eventually.
He was able to talk to Harv about their mutual love of fun patterns and bright colors and agreed that anyone who dissed it just didn’t understand fashion. He also realized soon that Harv loved to talk when he was acknowledged, and Eddie was more than happy to encourage him to and lightly swoon at that voice.
However, they were still only on a ‘good pals’ basis.
Which maybe Eddie could have accepted, except he caught Harvey staring at him at times, smiling slightly whenever Eddie would talk about what interested him. And Harv, he had gotten Harv to laugh a few times.
There was something there, he knew it, but for some reason he couldn’t puzzle out, Dent wasn’t acting on it.
It continued to this day. Harley had suggested to Edward he simply outright tell Harv(ey) Dent he was interested in them. But that wasn’t fun or interesting, and certainly not as romantic as Eddie would like.
So, after years of frustration now, he decided he’d go to the one person who had known Harv(ey) Dent their whole life for advice.
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Bruce’s POV
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“So, that’s my dilemma.” Edward finished, pushing up his glasses in a very matter-of-fact way.
Bruce sighed. The only person who had ever rivaled his own stubbornness and… stupidity when it came to others having an romantic interest in them, was in fact Harv(ey) Dent. This would no doubt be difficult.
He wasn’t even sure how he managed to get into a relationship with Clark and Diana, so he wasn’t sure how much of a help he’d be trying to get Harv(ey) and Eddie to pair up.
“I’m decently sure he’s interested in you.” He replied.
“I’m quite sure too, however nothing I do seems to get them to do anything.” Eddie expressed, looking completely exasperated.
“hrrn....” Bruce grumbled thoughtfully. “What have you tried so far?”
“Well… I’ve given them gifts, flowers seemed like a sure-fire method- yet he seemed to somehow take them as a platonic gift.”
Bruce stared at Eddie for a long moment. “Who gives flowers platonically?”
Eddie shrugged.
Bruce sighed. “Dammit Harvey… Harv…” He mumbled under his breath. “I could try talking to them, get some better idea of what’s going on their head, could be Harvey and Harv keep arguing on how they want to respond.” He suggested.
Eddie nodded thoughtfully. “That may be the case, that is a possibility I had not considered… thank you for your assistance batma….. ah… Bruce…” He corrected with a slight grin.
Bruce half smiled back.
Batman was on the case.
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“So… Harv…. Harvey…” Bruce began wandering over to where they were sitting.
They were seemingly switching between drinking a hot coffee and a Frappuccino.
Harvey had complained more than once that because of their disagreements Harv ended up making them consume way too much sugar. Too much caffeine in this case it seemed.
Their eyes flicked over to him.
“Hi Bruce.”
“What’s up Pretty Boy?”
Bruce sat down across from them. “Eddie seems to be interested in you.”
Never hurt to be blunt with a lawyer.
Harvey snorted. “That’d be nice… he is really cute but…”
“I’m sure Eddie is straight, just our luck, right?”
Bruce had never been so shocked in all his life.
Straight?
Eddie…
Straight?! E d d I e.
Str a I ght, Edward Nygma E Nygam s t ra ight
The two concepts being put together caused a complete error in Bruce’s mind that was slowly beginning to fry.
Who could possibly conclude that Edward was s t r aight?
The riddler…. The riddler who for a while greeted Batman like he was lowkey interested in a literal love-hate relationship
Edward
Str a I ght.
“Are you… fucking kidding me?” Bruce ended up stammering before he even realized it. “He’s not… at all!”
Harvey blinked at him a few times in surprise.
“What do you mean?”
Bruce gaped at them. They couldn’t be serious.
“Harvey… I… Harv… he… he’s not exactly subtle about it. In fact he’s very open, very much out and proud, flaming even. I’m sure he’d agree.”
Harvey looked at Bruce through squinted eyes. “Are you sure Bruce?”
“Sure, maybe he’s a bit more flashy than your average guy, but that doesn’t mean gay.” Harv added with a shrug.
“He calls you handsome at least 3 times a day.” Bruce said still staring at Harv(ey) like they were absolutely insane.
“Lots of people do.”
“Have you ever seen him even flirt with any women??” Bruce asked in disbelief.
“No but… well there’s always been more men in Arkham, and when do you even have time for that?”
Bruce was somewhere in-between wanting to laugh at them and slap them.
“He’s given you flowers.”
“Pretty sure he’s just being friendly.”
“Friendly…” Bruce wheezed.
This conversation was taking years off his life at this point. He shook his head and texted Edward.
“Get in here (the living room downstairs) It’s important”
Edward slid in and sat peppily down on the couch with Bruce within a few minutes, causing Harv(ey) to look between Eddie and Bruce in confusion.
“You rang Mr. Wayne~?” Eddie asked with a cheeky grin as he leaned his head against his hand.
“You know what these men just said to me?” Bruce began folding his hands together.
“Bruce nooo…” Harvey pleaded.
“No no, I think he should know.” Bruce insisted.
Eddie raised his eyebrows comically high. “Well don’t keep me waiting, what’s the tea?”
Bruce cleared his throat. “They said… they’re sure you’re straight.”
Eddie stared at Bruce for a minute, eyes widening.
“Me?” He asked completely baffled.
Bruce nodded.
Eddie threw back his head and laughed until his face turned red and he had trouble breathing.
Harv(ey) looked on stiffly, feeling as if they had made a mistake somewhere as the dawning realization slapped them in the face.
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Harv(ey)’s POV
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It was bad enough they had put themselves in denial so far they had missed out starting something with the small bean-pole riddle-man much earlier…
But now because they had convinced themselves Eddie was straight and therefore could have no interest in them… Eddie and Bruce were refusing to let them live it down.
And Bruce seemed to have gotten literally everyone in on the joke. Anyone Bruce hadn’t told between his partners and his massive family, Eddie had told.
Harley had begun kissing Ivy in front of them while they both traded off saying “no homo tho” between kisses until Harv(ey) groaned and left the room in a huff, leaving them both laughing maniacally.
Eddie had begun dramatically entering a room with a flourish announcing “Ladies and Gentlemen, Guys, Gals, and Non-binary pals, the straightest man alive has arrived, you may all start the party.”
Even when they first slept together, Edward had started quietly laughing and mumbling about “how straight, and very much not gay at all this occurrence was.”
Bruce hadn’t been able to look at them in weeks without breaking out into a full on belly laugh at his expense, mumbling something along the lines of “The Riddler, st r a I ght, good lord...”
On one hand they were happy Bruce was laughing more but god dammit…
They felt a bit dumb about it to say the least.
“How did we ever think Eddie was straight?” Harvey thought to himself.
“I don’t fucking know. I really… really… don’t.”
Well… maybe giving everyone a little levity while still being able to date a cute red-head that seemed to know the strangest facts about almost everything that they could enjoy listening to him babble about for hours happily…. Was all worth it. Even if they were embarrassed by their comically stupid brand of denile.
#prompt fill#twiddler#two face x riddler#harvey dent#harv dent#edward nygma#e nygma#the riddler#batman#bruce wayne#two face#gotham rogues#dc villains#dc comics#fanfic#dc fanfic
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nsfw with daichi, suga, and Oikawa learning that you can’t orgasm unless your clit is being rubbed? maybe reader is frustrated with herself bc of it?(sorry i’m projecting lmao)
NSFW beneath the cut
Daichi
“Why are you embarrassed?” Daichi asked, peeking up at you from between your thighs. “That’s not unusual, sweetheart.”
“I just, I don't... it’s more work for you I guess,” you stammered, looking away from his intense stare.
“Baby,” he crooned, licking a hot strip along your inner thigh. “That is not a problem at all. I want you to feel good, if that’s how your body works then I’ll do it.”
“O-okay,” you breathed. Your thighs were already quaking on his shoulders as he continued to mouth along the crease of your thighs.
“Just lay back,” he said in a low, sultry tone as he lowered his mouth over your slick pussy. “And let me make you feel good, yeah?”
You nodded, head dropping back against the pillows. He started slow, experimentally probing his tongue through your folds until your legs clenched around his neck.
“There we are,” his lips wrapped around your clit, wasting no time laving his tongue against it.
Two fingers breached your entrance carefully, curling slowly so you could adjust to the stretch. It wasn't long before he located your g-spot and honed it on it, keeping the pads of his fingers rolling along it steadily. At the same time he was sucking on your clit, alternating between circling it with the hardened tip of his tongue and gently letting his teeth drag against it.
The previously low heat that had been simmering in your stomach felt like shocks of lightning now, so intense your toes were curling. Daichi’s mouth on your clit was relentless, never for a moment letting up on the suction as his fingers curled rapidly. His brown eyes met yours, glinting as he brought you to your first ever orgasm with a partner.
Your breath felt like it had been punched out of your lungs. The pleasure was so intense your vision whited out and when you came to your ears were ringing.
“Sawa,” you moaned dazedly.
Daichi chuckled warmly, kissing his way up your stomach until he attached his lips to yours in a relaxed, sensuous kiss.
“You're so beautiful,” he sighed, guiding the tip of his cock to your fluttering entrance. “Ready?”
You doubted it, still shaky from your previous orgasm but you nodded anyways. You were already addicted to Daichi, eager for more even if it was too much.
Suga
Suga gasped above you, hips stuttering and jerking as he came deep into your cunt. You panted along with him, accepting his open-mouthed kiss. He murmured sweet praises into your ear, telling you how amazing you felt as he came down from his high. Even though you hadn't cum Suga always made you feel amazing, you could just rub one out real quick in the bathroom later anyways.
“You didn't...” he frowned, looking down at you. “You didn't cum, did you?”
You flushed brightly. “What? No, I uh-”
Suga smiled softly, pinching your lips together delicately.
“Sugar, don't lie to me. You won't hurt my ego if you're honest about it,” he said sweetly. “I want you to feel good too. So tell me what to do.”
You stared up into his open expression, heart stuttering at his thoughtfulness. He tilted his head patiently, running his fingers along your clavicles as you gathered your thoughts,
“I need you to touch my clit,” you whispered. “Simultaneously, or else it’s just not enough to make me... cum.”
“Okay,” he kissed you softly. “I can do that. If you don't like what I’m doing correct me.”
You nodded, hips jumping when he pressed two fingers against your clit. You whimpered as he began to slowly swipe across it, his eyes fixated on your face to pick up each expression you made.
“D-do circles and press harder, please,” you gasped, eyes fluttering when he immediately complied.
Suga’s cock had hardened inside you again so he began shallow thrusts in time with the tight circles around your clit. This round you were writhing in pleasure, unable to catch your breath as Suga became more confident in his motions. He scooped his thrusts upwards, the head of his cock gliding across your g-spot with every thrust.
“Ah! Y/n, it feels so good,” he exclaimed when your walls began to quiver and clench around his cock.
“Suga, yes!” You whimpered, twitching under his intense ministrations.
“Yeah?” He asked breathlessly.
You nodded, moaning when his fingers dipped down to gather more of your slick before returning to your clit fiercely. The build up finally crested and your orgasm swept through your entire body, leaving you a quaking mess. Suga followed quickly, crying out your name before he slumped over you.
“That was...” Suga shook his head in amazement. “It felt so much more intense.”
You nodded, patting down his fluffy hair contentedly. “Thank you for listening, I’ve never had an orgasm with a partner before.
“Really?” He frowned. “Well from now on you're going to every time.”
Oikawa
Despite Oikawa’s perfectly angled thrusts, his hot mouth on your neck, and the beautiful groans he sighed into your ear, your orgasm remained just out of reach. You scraped your nails down his back in mild frustration, hoping maybe if he went just a bit harder it would finally push your over the edge. Oikawa groaned, shuddering beneath your nails. He pulled away to look at you, thrusts faltering when he saw the pinch of your brow and slight frown.
“What’s wrong?” He panted, stopping completely. “Do you want me to stop?”
You shook your head, suddenly nervous as he scanned over you quickly.
“Does it not feel good?” He asked slowly.
“It does! It feels really good,” you stammered.
“But..?” He prompted, settling onto his elbows.
“I just can't..” you mumbled the last word.
“Can’t what, honey?” Oikawa tilted his head quizzically, gently pushing your hair from your forehead.
“Cum, I just can't. It feels like I’m constantly on the brink of it but it never actually comes,” you said, frustration seeping into your words.
Oikawa hummed, tracing the edges of your lips. “Well, is there something I can do that would help?”
“Could you..” flushing, you averted your gaze. “Touch my clit?”
Smiling, Oikawa poked you in the forehead.
“Of course I can, sweetie, you just had to ask. Don’t be afraid to tell me if what I’m doing doesn’t feel right or you don't like it, okay? I’m not so proud I can't handle critiques. I want this to feel as good for you as it does for me,” he kissed the corner of your mouth sweetly.
You nodded, whispering a soft ‘I love you’ as he kissed down your neck.
“I love you more,” he murmured.
His fingers slid between you wet folds easily until he found your clit. He rested his forehead on your shoulder, looking down to watch the motions of his hand until he found what made you moan in affirmation. Ever the quick learner, he focused on your delicate bundle of nerves intently as he started thrusting into you again. His fingers were relentless, alternating from overwhelmingly precise circles, to loose swipes that caused your entire body to squirm uncontrollably with pleasure.
He clenched his eyes shut as your walls began squeezing and sucking his cock further into your pussy. He dropped to one elbow, pounding into you roughly while his fingers glided wetly across your clit.
With a hoarse shout of his name, your back arched sharply off the bed as your orgasm echoed throughout your body. Oikawa hissed above you as you squeezed his cock through your aftershocks until he was humming as well. His hips ground into yours sloppily a few more times as he prolonged your orgasms until you were both shaking helplessly.
Oikawa pulled out carefully, conscious of your sensitivity before laying down next to you. He nuzzled into the crook of your neck, hand sliding up and down your stomach while you recovered.
“Holy fuck, Tooru,” you laughed, head swimming from your high.
“I gotta agree,” he panted, giggling with you.
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“Little Joy”
(Some, uh, Fethsteel (and a bit Magicstone)...for your enjoyment...)
(Can be read as friendship or more. Whatever suits you, buddy.)
(Actually, this applies to all my other works involving any appropriate relationship, e.g. Alistarling, Baffy...)
(Also...Perhaps extremely out-of-character...I have never worked with these characters...(except Fethry, who...may also be OOC))
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“T-thank you s-so much for t-tagging along...”
Fethry said to the hulking rooster walking next to him. He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, looking away from his companion.
“I-it m-must be so embarrassing f-for you to be d-doing such c-childish activity...”
Steelbeak smiled at the shorter duck, patting him on his shoulder.
“It’s okay. I enjoyed it.”
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On a spring morning, Fethry Duck and Steelbeak went to the beaches of Duckburg for clam digging.
As early as two weeks ago, Fethry had asked Steelbeak out for harvesting clams together. It was an annual event for Fethry, but a fresh new one for Steelbeak. After all, why would a F.O.W.L. agent have the time (and passion) to do such harmless stuff?
Two weeks ago, Fethry was anxiously on his phone, constantly looking back to see if anyone was eavesdropping. Countless thoughts invaded his mind while the phone beeped: Will he be busy? Does he work on Saturdays? Will he be...planning to attack his family on that day?
When his new friend picked up the call, Fethry told him his proposal, asking him whether he would be free for a clam digging day (with heavy, heavy stuttering, of course). Fethry’s ears were too red to clearly hear if the recipient agreed to hang out. He didn’t even know if his friend could hear what the event was about, given his serious stutters. It wasn’t until the rooster showed up at the shores of Duckburg that Fethry knew his friends really did listen to and accept his invitation.
For the first time in a decade, Fethry had someone to accompany him on his silly little annual activity.
And so, two adults spent a Saturday morning on the muddy ground, along with many families around them. The beach was filled with the laughter of children, while the duo silently collected one clam after another.
But for Fethry, his heart was bumping loudly. Every time he heard children laughing, or saw children running across the beach barefoot, Fethry felt a bit more regretful, blaming himself for inviting Steelbeak to this idiotic event. He was a secret agent of F.O.W.L.! Feared, cruel, malevolent! How much pride did Steelbeak swallow for his friend? How much of his image did he risk being tainted by accepting his friend’s request?
Not to mention the tired expression clearly visible in Steelbeak’s eyes. He must be a night person. It wasn’t a surprise. He was the one to act in the shadows, after all. But Fethry further chastised himself for being inconsiderate.
Although Steelbeak was wearing a smile with his shovel in hand, Fethry couldn’t help but feel deeply guilty.
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An hour later, the duo left the beaches with a small net of clams. The shells clanked against each other, producing clicking sounds in addition to the two pairs of footsteps.
Although both of them weren’t the talkative type, Fethry felt rather nervous for the lack of conversations in the morning. He rubbed the locks of hair sticking out of his stocking cap with his right thumb and index finger, while holding the bag of clams close to his body with his other hand. He took a peek at his partner: Steelbeak wasn’t frowning or sulking, but Fethry still felt uncomfortable in his heart. Was he embarrassed? Was he mad? Fethry looked down at the pebbled plaza floor, biting his lower lips.
Then he suddenly stopped.
Steelbeak quickly noticed his friend staying behind, and turned around to see what’s wrong. Fethry held his head down, eyes darting everywhere but Steelbeak’s line of vision.
Before Steelbeak could ask, Fethry had mumbled his concerns.
“I...I am so sorry, Steely...” Fethry muttered, just loud enough for Steelbeak to hear.
“W-what’s wrong?” Steelbeak was surprised by his friend’s sudden apology. He had no much social experience than Fethry had. Was it something he had done wrong?
“I was so s-selfish...I j-just wanted someone to accompany m-me for once, b-but I only thought for m-myself...You d-don’t like c-clam digging at all, d-do you? You h-hadn’t t-tried i-it because you d-don’t like it...” Fethry started to whimper, holding the clams even closer to himself.
“I humiliated you...Embarrassed you...J-just because I w-wanted s-someone to accompany me...You don’t even have your disguise on!”
It was true. Steelbeak right now was only wearing a t-shirt with a nylon jacket for torso, a pair of sports trousers and sports shoes for legs and feet. His face was entirely exposed, including his abnormal metal beak.
This was the first time the secret agent hanged out with his friend without wearing incognito. And it was Fethry who encouraged him to do so. Despite knowing his position, Fethry believed one should feel no shame for being in the public. But for Steelbeak to go undisguised holding a colourful shovel, searching for clams with a bunch of kids around? Fethry suddenly felt how hard it had to be for Steelbeak to comply.
Although he was supposed to be a “secret” agent, meaning no one should know he was a member of a criminal mastermind organisation, nobody knew for sure whether anyone would recognise Steelbeak. At the very least, his beak would arouse a certain level of suspicion.
“I am so sorry...I am so sorry...” Fethry did his best to hold back tears, despite feeling extremely regretful for hurting his new friend. Who accepted his invitation. An invitation not even his dear cousin Donald would accept.
Steelbeak got down to Fethry’s level with a warm smile. “I enjoyed it. Really.”
Fethry blinked a few times, before slowly raising his head to look at the smiling rooster.
“I hadn’t tried anything like that, but it was fun. Let’s do it again sometimes, okay?”
“You...don’t think it was...silly...?” Fethry looked at the should-be menacing rooster, doubting the agent collecting intel in an enemy base would be down to collecting clams on a beach.
“It was silly, but I like it. Feth, you know...Ever since I got...this job, I hadn’t taken up any hobby. I hadn’t had any fun. Until I met you, and you introduced me to so many activities.”
It was Steelbeak’s turn to look away, while Fethry tilted his head curiously.
“I...uh...had a lot of fun...Thanks, Feth...”
Though a bit awkward, Fethry still felt his heart soothed by Steelbeak’s words of gratitude. Steelbeak must be the type who seldom show much emotions to others. He probably hadn’t thanked anyone before meeting Fethry, whether he felt grateful or not.
“Besides...” Steelbeak attempted to pull off his suave, yet intimidating persona. “You promised me a clam chowder meal, didn’t you? Hm?” But to put up this obviously fake facade in front of his genuine friend, even the rooster laughed at himself.
Fethry regained his smile, nodding his head cheerfully. “O-of course, Steely!”
Then his heart again bumped faster when he thought of another concern.
“I am g-glad you are having f-fun too, b-but...w-what if p-people find out about y-you? W-would I be...affecting your...c-career...?” His eyes looked up at the tall rooster, fingers fidgeting together shyly.
Steelbeak let out a chuckle, whispering to his friend. “Don’t worry, Feth. I am a ‘secret’ agent, remember? No one knows who I am! And...”
Steelbeak paused for a while, trying to phase his words without offending his friend. Fethry seemed to guess what Steelbeak was implying, and showed that he was listening with a smile.
“You...uh, aren’t a prominent member of the McDuck family, are you? I mean...not many people know you are the nephew of Scrooge, right? Unlike that ‘Donald’ guy, or the kids...”
“I...I mean it in a good way! So there won’t be any trouble for you too! My colleagues may not be so happy with me befriending a McDuck relative...” Steelbeak rubbed his shoulder nervously, thinking how their relationship may hurt not only himself, but also Fethry.
“It’s alright.” Fethry reassured Steelbeak. “You are right. Nobody knows me. Nobody knows you. So we will be safe!”
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Of course, except his own family...
A startled honk suddenly emerged nearby in the plaza. The goose (or gander, to be exact) realised his mistake, and unwisely covered his beak, only for the action to produce another slapping sound, gaining more attention.
On the other hand, Fethry made another mistake looking at the source of the sound. When he realised he knew the person in question, he made yet another bad decision to call out his name, only to cover his beak too when he remembered he should not be with the person he was with in the first place.
And now, the two cousins looked at each other awkwardly, both wide-eyed and covering their mouths.
After a five-second awkward silence, Gladstone tried to break the ice with a wave and a sheepish smile.
“Heeeeey, Fethry...Good to see you...Hanging out with a friend...?” Gladstone tried to appear casual, but his rigid expression showed how uncomfortable he was.
Fethry replied with an even more nervous grin, and many rapid nods.
Gladstone continued, hoping to end the encounter as soon as possible. “Oh, great! And you are...?” Signalling Steelbeak. Of course Gladstone knew who he was. The goose was just giving the rooster criminal a chance to lie about his own identity, so as to let the matter slide. He believed the agent would be smart enough to know the cue. He’s the top agent in his association! Sure he knew how to deal with his cover being blown...
Oh, but Gladstone really should had looked at how red the face of the rooster was before trying...
Steelbeak lifted Fethry off the ground with his left hand, pinning him against his own body like a head-lock, while childishly pointing a finger gun at Fethry’s head with his right hand. Fethry yelped in surprise, but took extra care not to drop the bag of clams.
“D—d-d-don’t c-c-come c-c-closer, or...this innocent man g-g-gets it!” Steelbeak attempted to threaten Gladstone into leaving them alone, only to make the situation more and more awkward. The confused Gladstone looked as Steelbeak’s face got redder and redder, while Fethry’s cheeks also started to blush with embarrassment.
“S-S-Steely...P-p-please p-put me d-d-down...T-this is v-v-very embarrassing...” Fethry muttered softly. He knew his friend was doing an act to “help” them out of the problem, but he was too embarrassed to comply.
Steelbeak immediately let go of Fethry, afraid that he might hurt the fragile duck. Hopefully not many people were in the plaza. Only the goose in green witnessed the “kidnap attempt” with a puzzled smile.
Gladstone sighed, seeing how his cue had totally been missed. “Okay, Steelbeak. I won’t tell F.O.W.L. about this. Okay, Fethry. I won’t tell Uncle Scrooge about this. Just pretend nothing happened, m’kay?”
Both the rooster and the duck nodded without making eye contact, their faces still red.
Gladstone took a deep breath. “But what are you two doing together? Don’t tell me you are teaching lil’ Fethry bad things, hm?” He stared with only one eye opened, pointing a finger at Steelbeak, who shook his head and held his hands up in denial.
Fethry quickly explained. “N-n-no! I-I p-proposed the a-activity! Steely...uh, S-Steelbeak was just accompanying me...”
Fethry showed his cousin the clams they had collected. “L-look! We went clam digging!”
“I w-will be u-using these to make c-clam chowder...Y-you can j-join us too! Just p-please...D-don’t tell U-Uncle S-S-Scrooge about this...? He will...He will...”
Fethry was visibly trembling. Gladstone didn’t blame him. Scrooge could be very scary when furious. He put his hand on his cousin’s shoulder, showing a kind smile. “I promise, Fethry. I promise.”
“You take care of him, okay?” Gladstone turned to Steelbeak. Despite Gladstone being much shorter than he was, Steelbeak gulped at the fierceness in his eyes.
“Gladstone, I’m an adult now!” Fethry protested against his elder cousin for being treated like a child.
“Well, you don’t act like one.”
Steelbeak cut in during the cousins’ bickering. “Don’t worry, Mister...”
Gladstone politely tipped his hat. “Gander. Glad-“
“Yo, Gladdy! I brought popsicles!”
Just when the goose was introducing himself, someone called his (nick)name from behind. Just from the voice, Fethry and Steelbeak knew who she was, but not why she was calling Gladstone.
This time, Gladstone hid his reddened face behind his hat.
At least, both parties were equal now.
Magica looked at her friend with his cousin and her partner-in-crime (sort of) in confusion, but quickly shrugged it off.
“Hey, boys. What’s up?” Magica greeted the two with a grin, while the two replied by signalling Gladstone with eye movements.
Gladstone’s face was entirely inside his hat, the brim of which he grabbed tightly with both hands.
“Hello...?” Magica stared at her partner curiously, waving her free hand in front of his face.
“What happened?” She questioned the other two birds present, who answered with two shrugs.
Magica let out a sigh, before biting at her popsicle. “Well, eating or not, you are paying for yours.”
Gladstone slowly reached for his, holding it in his shaking hand. He put his hat back on, before slowly approaching Fethry with his head down.
“We’ll never speak of this day ever again...”
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“Wow! Fethry, that’s delicious!” Magica exclaimed at a dining table.
Fethry blushed slightly at the compliment. “T-t-thank you, Miss De Spell...”
“Just Magica will do.”
Inside a golden yacht, two white ducks, a rooster and a goose were at the dining table. Everyone had a bowl and a spoon, while a big pot of clam chowder was in the centre of the table.
“Told you Feth cooks nicely!” Steelbeak added with a smile, making Fethry chuckled shyly.
“A-all thanks to Gladstone lending us his yacht...” Fethry beamed at his cousin, who was drinking his soup silently.
“You...you’re welcome.” Gladstone uttered, before feeling someone nudging his arm lightly.
“See? Nothing wrong with hanging out! Your cousin is friends with a F.O.W.L. agent! You are just friends with a witch.” Magica shoved Gladstone with her elbow playfully. “Let’s hang out sometimes!”
“S-sure!”
“Fine by me.”
“Of...of course. Just...”
Gladstone looked at his cousin meekly.
“Please don’t tell Uncle Scrooge about this...? He will pluck my feathers out...”
Fethry replied with a wide, cheerful smile.
“I promise, Gladdy! I promise!”
(16-12-2020 ~ 18-12-2020)
(Inspired by this screenshot of Steelbeak being adorable...sort of.)
#ducktales#ducktales 2017#fethry duck#steelbeak#gladstone gander#magica de spell#fethsteel#magicstone#story#storyteller#short story#a huh huh huh why does everything i touch turns to angst
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