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xomakara · 3 months

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Come On Over

SUMMARY | Haechan doesn’t want to be seen as a cute, little baby boy to you so he asks Johnny for help to seduce you. PAIRING | Johnny/Reader/Haechan GENRE | smut with no plot, unprotected sex (wrap it up everyone!), oral sex, fingering, anal sex, threesome RATING | Mature LENGTH | 5,291 words AUTHOR’S NOTE | So yeah, here’s another Johnny (and Haechan) one. It’s obvious who my bias and who my bias wreckers are hahaha.

“Y/N, come here!”

You turned away from Taeil to look at Johnny. You were surprised to see him smiling with all his teeth and eagerly waving you over. You took one more look back at Taeil who was still staring up at you. You shrugged and made your way to the tall man.

“What do you want, Suh?” You crossed your arms over your chest. “If you’re planning on playing another trick on me with the kids then I won’t be able to stop myself from punching you in the face.”

“Why are you always so mean to me?” Johnny asked before chuckling. “What has this gorgeous man done to you that he gets treated like this?”

You rolled your eyes, a smile on your lips. “Nothing but try to get under my skin every time we see each other.”

“He does.” He leaned against the wall of the waiting room where you stood. His hand reached out for yours, intertwining his fingers with yours as he brought them together. “But he must’ve did something right if he got someone as amazing as you.”

“I swear Johnny, you’re making it harder for me to hate you.” You lightly punched his shoulder. “But seriously, what do you want?”

“Well,” He ran a hand through his hair, not meeting your eyes. “I just wanted to tell you that you looked beautiful today.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. How in the world did you look beautiful right now wearing baggy jeans, a hoodie and your hair in a tangled mess of a bun? “Do you need to get your eyes checked or something? This has to be a joke right? Which kid are you playing tricks with? Jaemin? Chenle? Haechan?”

“Y/N, you always look pretty in my eyes no matter what you wear.” Johnny stepped closer, his warm breath tickling your ear. “I know I don’t have to say this, but you’re the most beautiful woman in the entire universe and there isn’t anything anyone can ever do to change that.”

He stopped moving away from you as he gazed down into your eyes. You could feel your body reacting to his presence. You then grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him towards you. “Okay, what are you and Haechan planning?”

“Awhhh…” Haechan frowned as he made his way to you. He enveloped you in a hug, looking down at you. “I was waiting for you to kiss each other.”

“You’re such a weirdo.” You pinched his arm. “Seriously though, what’s going on for Papa Bear and Baby Bear to bother me?”

Haechan smiled sheepishly. “Johnny-hyung was teaching me some new skills.”

“What new skills? Flirting?” You looked up at Johnny as he snaked his arms around your waist. Johnny nodded his head and you looked back at Haechan. “Haechan-ah, you don’t need to learn how to flirt with girls. Your personality is enough to make anyone fall for you. Have you seen the stylists and other female staff members swooning over you? I bet they all have a crush on you.”

“But what about you noona?” Haechan asked as he joined in on the hug. “Don’t you think that I’m hot too?”

You cooed at him. “Haechannie, you’re just my little baby bear. But, I might consider changing my mind when you’re older and mature.”

“No fair.” Haechan pouted as he dropped his arms to his sides. “Now I’m feeling sad.”

“That’s what you get for trying to pull off those puppy dog eyes.” Johnny laughed.

You slapped Johnny’s arm. “Stop trying to teach Haechan bad things.”

“Can’t help it.” Johnny muttered as he lowered his lips to yours. You felt butterflies erupt inside of you. This man had such an effect on you. You hadn’t been kissed by anyone in a long time since everyone on the staff was either married or dating someone else.

You never imagined dating an idol. You were just hired to be a manager and nothing more than that. But, you couldn’t deny how attracted you were to Johnny. It wasn’t just because of his good looks. There was just something different about him that made you melt inside. He intrigued you and it was driving you crazy.

It took all of your strength not to wrap your arms around his neck and run your hands through his messy hair. After a few seconds, he broke apart from you, grinning.

“How are you going to kiss and make me feel more sad?” Haechan grumbled.

“Awhhh, my poor Haechannie.” You held out your hand. “Come here, let me give you a big hug.”

“How did hyung ever manage to get you?” Haechan muttered as he stepped into your arms.

“Is my Haechannie jealous?” You chuckled as you hugged him tighter.

“Maybe…” He whispered into your hair.

You let out a laugh giving him a quick squeeze before letting him go. You looked at both Johnny and Haechan. “Go and get ready, you two. You’re about to perform soon and I don’t need the stylists to hunt me down.”

“Yes, ma’am.” They both saluted you as they walked towards their dressing rooms. You smiled softly to yourself as you watched them walk away. Ever since becoming NCT’s manager, you learned to appreciate every moment that you spend with them. No matter how stressful things got, you knew deep down that these boys meant the world to you.

You plopped onto one of the couches next to one of the stylists and laid your head on her shoulder. “I’m so tired, eonni.”

“Me too.” Eunjung sighed as she wrapped her arm around your shoulders. “I really need a vacation. I’m so stressed out lately. Everything is getting overwhelming and I’m afraid I’m going to explode.”

You sat up as you rubbed your forehead. “You shouldn’t be working so hard, eonni. We should just take a week or two off from work and just relax.”

She laughed. “You think the guys will last without you for a week?”

“They can go and bother Taeyong.” You said. “He did say those are his children.”

“Even so,” she sighed. “I’m sure two of your boys will miss you.”

“Oh, hush.” You laughed. “I doubt it. Johnny, I can understand missing me but Haechan?”

“What do you expect? He’s always hanging around Johnny. Haechan is like a son to him.”

“You make it sound like Haechan is my son.” You laughed.

“I know he acts like one sometimes.” Eunjung winked. “And you do treat him like one. We all know you love him.”

“Fine, I’ll admit it. I loveeeee Haechan.” You cackled. “I think he has a little crush on me so he’s always hanging around Johnny.”

“He probably does.” She smiled. “Are you going to be able to deal with the stress once their album drops?”

“Hopefully I’ll have a couple of weeks off after that. That would be nice. Just spending time with the boys doing whatever they want to do. Maybe going somewhere exotic.”

“Hmm, maybe.” She hummed. “Wouldn’t that be nice?”

You shook your head as you lay your head back onto her shoulder. “Let’s hope that I have the chance to do that.”

“Of course you do.” Eunjung smiled. “Now, how much longer until they start?”

“Not too long.” You muttered. “A couple minutes at most.”

After their successful stage and returning to the waiting room, Haechan trailed behind Johnny. “Hyung, please? Can’t you help me?”

Johnny ran his fingers through his hair. “You heard what Y/N said. You don’t need any help flirting with the girls. They all love you.”

“But…” Haechan scrunched his nose as he crossed his arms. “I wanted Y/N-noona to like me.”

“She does like you, Haechan.” Johnny smiled.

“She treats me like her child.” Haechan frowned. “I want noona to see me as a man.”

“She sees you as her baby boy.” Johnny countered.

“No!” Haechan yelled as he threw his arms out. “I am not a baby anymore! I want her to see me as an adult and love me for who I am.”

“You know you have to fight Johnny for her attention, Haechan.” Mark hollered as he leaned against the door frame. The other guys let out chuckles.

“It’s not fair!” Haechan complained. “Please, can’t one of you show me some support?”

“Is my Haechannie complaining again?” You walked into the room, Johnny enveloping you in a hug and kissing your forehead. “Want Mama Bear to make you feel better?”

Haechan pouted as he sank to the floor. “No.”

“Why?” Johnny grinned as he pressed his chest against your back.

“Because if I’m feeling sad, I’d rather not have you rubbing it in.” Haechan grumbled.

“Johnny stop being mean to Haechan.” You placed your hands on his cheeks, and playfully pinched them. “Besides, Haechan doesn’t need any encouragement to flatter girls. He has no problem seducing them.”

“She’s right!” One of the stylists yelled out, laughter erupting throughout the room.

“I wouldn’t say seduce, noona.” Haechan shrugged. “Most of the girls just wanted me to pay them compliments.”

“Well, there is a difference between flattery and seduction.” Johnny stated as he ruffled Haechan’s hair. “It’s okay to be a little forward, Haechan.”

“So, that’s what I need to do then?” Haechan narrowed his eyes.

“Sure.” You smiled. “Just make sure you are not crossing any lines.”

“I won’t.” Haechan vowed. “I promise.”

The rest of the day flew by pretty quickly. Before you knew it, it was already time to go home. Your stomach growled loudly causing the others to look at you curiously.

“Are you hungry, babe?" Johnny asked as he nuzzled his face against your neck.

"Yes, actually." You sighed as you wrapped your arms around his waist. "I haven't eaten anything today."

"Then why don't we go grab dinner?" He suggested. He looked at the rest of his members. "Anyone else hungry?"

"Yeah, yeah. Let's go eat!" Yuta nodded enthusiastically. "We've been rehearsing for hours. Our bodies are dying."

"Please feed us, noona!" Jungwoo whined. "You're killing us!"

"Says the guy who eats twelve slices of pizza at a time." Taeyong mumbled under his breath.

"Let's just order a lot of food so that the guys don't complain." Johnny smirked.

You giggled as you pulled away from him. "Sounds like a plan."

The boys piled into the van and headed towards the nearest restaurant. A while later, you were sitting in a booth enjoying the company of your guys. You listened as Taeil and Doyoung recalled an event from last week, Yuta and Taeyong argued over who ate the most ice cream earlier that day and Mark pretended to choke on his water when Jungwoo tried to bribe him to switch seats with him. Jaehyun and Johnny were in deep conversation about a drama they watched and Haechan was giving you weird looks but you pretended not to notice them.

When the company assigned you to be NCT's manager, you dreaded having to keep an eye on so many members. But now that you had gotten used to it, you didn't mind watching over them as much. Although they could be rowdy sometimes, they were all very kind hearted people. You often get headaches with Dream but what did you expect? All the idols were crazy.

When you and Johnny started dating, everyone made a huge fuss over it. To be honest, you weren't surprised. Everyone loved Johnny, majorly his fans, of course. Not only was he extremely talented but he also possessed a beautiful soul. Most of the members thought of him as their big brother because he was the second eldest out of the whole group. Haechan thought of him as a second father figure.

You had grown close to most of the boys over the years and even though you were not romantically involved with any of them, you felt like family to them. As manager, it was your job to protect them and ensure they stay safe. And that is exactly what you were going to do. However, there were times where it was tough to keep a straight face especially when they argued about trivial things such as who would get to sit beside you during mealtime. Or when they teased each other mercilessly. Those moments made you smile and laugh a lot.

After dropping off the boys at their dorms, you drove back to your house. You pulled into your driveway and parked your car. Leaning your head back, you stared at the night sky before turning off the engine. You grabbed your bag and locked your car doors. Walking towards your front door, you sighed as you slid your key into the lock.

As soon as you opened the door, you stepped inside the dimly lit house. It was empty since no one lived here except for you. After putting your bags down, you went into the kitchen and made yourself a cup of tea. Looking out the window, you couldn't help but wonder if Johnny was still awake. He had said he would call you but he hadn't called yet. As if on cue, your phone started vibrating and you checked the caller ID and saw Johnny's name flash across the screen. Without hesitation, you answered the phone.

"Hey, Johnny."

"Did you get home safely? Are you getting ready for bed?" Johnny asked.

"Yup. I'm home. What are you up to?" You sat down at the table as you sipped your hot tea.

"Haechan wanted to stay up and play games." Johnny chuckled. "But I convinced him to go to sleep instead."

"Look at you taking care of him. How cute." You smiled.

"That kid is really growing on me." Johnny agreed. "But I still can't forget what he said to me earlier."

"What did he say?" You asked curiously.

"He said he wants you to see him as a man and not as her baby boy." Johnny replied, letting out an amused laugh.

"I think he has a major crush on me, Johnny." You laughed. "Which I find adorable."

"Don't encourage him, Y/N." Johnny chuckled. "If you tease him, he'll end up coming onto you more."

"And is that a bad thing, babe?" You asked. "Are you jealous of Haechannie?"

"Jealous? Of course not!" Johnny scoffed. "However, I can understand how frustrating it must be for him."

"Me too." You admitted. "I know I should treat him like an adult since he is one but he's just so cute! But when I see you two together, you just give me father and son vibes. I can't help but to squeal."

"Am I too old for you?" Johnny joked.

"Definitely not!" You shook your head. "In fact, the older you get, the hotter you become."

"Oh, great." Johnny groaned. "More pressure."

"You're welcome, babe." You laughed.

"I miss you." Johnny admitted.

"I miss you too." You replied back. "Can't wait until tomorrow when we can spend more time together."

"Same here." Johnny paused. "You remember what you told me earlier? About Haechan?"

"Of course." You confirmed.

"Good." Johnny took a deep breath. "So, about that…"

Your heart skipped a beat as you prepared yourself for whatever he was about to tell you. "About what?"

"Are you free tomorrow?" Johnny asked softly.

"Since you guys don't have any schedules... Yeah." You replied.

"Good. Then can you come swing by the dorms? The others will be out tomorrow." Johnny requested. "There's something important I'd like to discuss with you."

"Okay." You agreed. "Anything for you."

"Good. Thanks, Y/N." Johnny smiled. "See you tomorrow."

"Bye, Johnny." You hung up the phone and threw it on the table next to you. "I wonder what he wants to talk about..."

"Oh god..." You moaned out as you bit your bottom lip. You looked down at the mop of hair that was between your legs.

"Baby, you like that?" Johnny whispered into your ear, his hands wrapped around your body. "You like having Haechan eating you out?"

"Mmm... Yes." You whimpered.

"Tell him how much you want him to lick you out, baby." Johnny urged.

You moaned louder, your hips moving faster as you rocked against his tongue. "Haechan, please... Please..."

"Shhh..." Johnny soothed. "Keep going."

You continued moaning as you grinded against Haechan's mouth.

How in the world did you end up in this situation?

You came to the dorms just as Johnny asked only to find that all the guys were gone for the weekend apart from Johnny and Haechan. Apparently, the other members were staying at an event that lasted all weekend. Johnny and Haechan had other schedules to attend so they were the only ones left behind. But, according to Johnny, he invited you over to discuss something important regarding his youngest member. When you arrived at the dorm, you'd never expected to be leaning against Johnny's hard chest and Haechan on his knees between your legs pleasuring you. You knew that Johnny and Haechan were close friends but this was definitely beyond your expectations. But right now, you weren't thinking about those details. You were focused on what was happening right in front of you.

"Fuck, Haechan," You gasped out as you pressed your thighs tighter around Haechan's head. "Fuck, that feels good..."

"Like this?" Haechan hummed against your pussy.

"Uh huh... Like that..." You replied breathlessly.

"Baby, you look so hot squirming in pleasure as Haechan tastes you." Johnny said as he kissed your shoulder.

"Johnny..." You whimpered. "It feels so good... It's driving me insane..."

"Such a dirty girl, aren't you, babe?" Johnny murmured against your ear. "Haechan's not your precious baby boy no more, is he? Is he?"

"No!" You exclaimed, thighs tightening further around Haechan's head.

"Good." Johnny breathed out. "He likes to lick your delicious pussy, doesn't he? Don't you love licking her, Haechan? Licking that sweet little pussy of hers?"

"Mmm... Mmmm..." Haechan hummed as he slowly moved his head. "She's so delicious..."

"Ahhhh..." You moaned loudly. "Harder... Faster... Lick my clit..."

"Johnny," Haechan whimpered, "Her pussy... It's dripping wet. So fucking wet..."

"Yes..." Johnny groaned, squeezing your breasts harder. "Take every inch of her pussy in your mouth, Haechan. Use your fingers, your tongue, everything."

Haechan's face remained buried in your pussy as he continued to eat you out. His tongue moved back and forth, teasing you with its movements. Your toes curled up as you tightened your thighs even more around Haechan's head. You arched your back and let out a loud moan as Haechan slipped a finger inside of you. A whimper escaped your lips as you leaned your head back on Johnny's chest, eyes shut tightly.

"Jesus fuck," Johnny growled. "My poor baby girl."

You snapped your eyes open to find that Johnny was already starting to pull his shirt over his head. You grinned as you watched him throw his clothes away. You snaked a hand behind his head to pull him down for a kiss. The moment your lips met, your body trembled in anticipation. Johnny ran his fingers through your hair, stroking your neck and jawline. His lips gently grazed yours as his tongue flicked at your bottom lip. You parted your lips slightly and felt his tongue slide against yours. His tongue traced along the seam of your mouth before sliding inside, tracing the outline of your teeth. His lips sealed around your tongue as he gently sucked on it.

You let out a moan as Haechan slipped another finger inside of you. He alternated his fingers, teasing you with his long strokes. His fingers slid inside of you easily as your wetness coated his digits. Your breathing became heavier and heavier as you grew more and more turned on. With every stroke of Haechan's tongue, every movement of his fingers, your arousal grew stronger and stronger. You could feel yourself start to tremble, becoming weak in the knees as Haechan licked your slit. His fingers started making circles around your clitoris while his tongue slipped back and forth across your slit. You bucked your hips against his fingers as your orgasm grew closer and closer. The tip of Haechan's nose rubbed against your opening as his fingers quickly increased their pace.

Suddenly, you screamed as you climaxed, the walls of your pussy contracting wildly around his fingers. Waves of pleasure washed over you as your orgasm exploded within you. You closed your eyes tightly as you trembled uncontrollably.

"Holy shit," Haechan moaned.

"Oh my god," You whimpered as your eyes flew open again. "Haechan, I can't take it anymore."

"Good." Haechan smirked. "That means I did a good job. Right, hyung?"

Johnny let out a laugh. "You did good, Haechan. But I think Y/N needs more. Can you give her more?"

Haechan nodded, standing up momentarily to discard his clothes. He then helped Johnny with discarding your clothes as well. Once you were completely nude, Johnny positioned you so that you were straddling his lap, your breasts pressed against his naked chest. He grabbed your ass firmly and held you there as he pushed his cock deep inside of you.

You cried out in pleasure as you sank down onto his length. You couldn't help but smile widely at the sensation of being full after having been stretched out by Haechan's fingers.

"Oh my god..." You panted out as you tightened your grip on Johnny's arms.

"You like it when I fill you up, baby?" Johnny purred into your ear. "Do you like feeling me deep inside of you?"

"Oh god..." You moaned out. "You feel so good inside of me."

"Haechan did such a good job with your tight little cunt, didn't he?" Johnny teased as he thrust upwards. "It fits so nice and snugly inside of you. Just like a glove."

"Mmmmm..." You sighed happily. "I'm glad I decided to visit. My pussy really needed to be filled."

"Haechan feels left out. Don't you think he should get some attention too?" Johnny murmured. "What do you say, Haechan? What do you want to do? Fuck her in the ass?"

"Noona?" Haechan asked you softly. "Do you want me to fuck you in the ass? Hyung has given permission, hasn't he?"

You've had anal with Johnny before, so it wasn't anything new. And, besides, Haechan seemed eager to try it. You'd be lying if you said you didn't want to watch Haechan fuck you in the ass. "Yes, Haechan. Please. Fuck me in the ass."

A huge grin spread across Haechan's face as he swiftly moved forward, pushing his cock between your cheeks. You shuddered at the contact of his skin against yours. Johnny stopped thrusting up into you momentarily so that Haechan could push himself fully inside of you. As Haechan sank deeper and deeper inside of you, you gasped out as he pushed into your rectum. "Oh my god," You cried out. "It feels so good..."

The three of you stayed like that for several moments before both of them began slowly pumping in and out of you. You held onto Johnny's arm as Haechan pushed his cock in and out of your anus.

"Y/N, baby..." Johnny whispered into your ear. "Look at us."

Your eyes shot open to find that Haechan and Johnny were looking directly at you. Their eyes were glazed with lust as they stared at you intently. There was no way you were going to ignore them as they pleasured you. They wanted you to watch them, to watch their faces as they fucked you. So you forced yourself to meet their gaze as you rode their cocks, letting their hardness plunge inside of you.

Both of them made sure that you saw their entire bodies. Each time Haechan thrust inside of you, he would make eye contact with you as his hips pounded against your ass. Every time Johnny rammed his cock inside of you, he also made sure to look at you. He smiled smugly each time his cock went deep inside of you. Even when you couldn't see their faces because of the angle of your bodies, you could still hear their voices.

"Noona, look at me. Look at my face as I fuck you," Haechan instructed.

"Mmhm," You hummed in reply.

"Watch me pound you into oblivion, Y/N," Johnny breathed. "See how much you turn me on? See how hot it makes me to see you bouncing on my dick?"

With every word that came out of their mouths, your arousal grew stronger and stronger. You wanted nothing more than to please these two men. In fact, you couldn't wait until you were able to finally cum. You gripped their cocks as hard as you could as they alternately thrust in and out of your ass and pussy. You took turns kissing the both of them, allowing your lips to linger against theirs. You couldn't stop thinking about how amazing it felt to have their cocks filling you up, satisfying your urges as you rode their cocks. The sensation of having their cocks go deep inside of you as they moved back and forth against your body was absolutely intoxicating. You could feel your nipples hardening as Johnny pinched them and sucked on them. You moaned as Haechan sucked on your neck and bit your earlobe.

"I wanna cum in you, baby," Johnny grunted. "Make you cum all over our dicks."

"Hyung..." Haechan spoke up. "Can we move positions?"

"Sure," Johnny answered. "I don't mind switching places."

You let out a whine as Haechan withdrew from you and crawled up on the bed to lay on his back. Johnny withdrew from you as he watched you crawl up Haechan's body and straddle his waist. As you slid your pussy down Haechan's cock, you looked at Johnny who was watching you with lustful eyes.

"Oh, look at that cute ass of yours, baby girl." Johnny groaned. "Haechan stretched you out real good, didn't he? Look at those pretty titties jiggle as you bounce up and down on his cock. I love seeing that."

You shifted your weight to sit up higher on Haechan's cock, giving Johnny a better view of what he was missing. You then began bouncing up and down faster on Haechan's shaft, moaning louder and louder as you brought yourself closer to an orgasm. Suddenly, Johnny moved forward and plunged his cock into your asshole.

"Fuck!" You yelped. "Johnny, fuck! Oh god, fuck..."

"Hahaha," Johnny laughed as he began slamming into you rapidly. "Oh, I like this position too. Baby, your ass feels so good around my cock."

As Haechan slammed into you relentlessly, Johnny continued ramming into you relentlessly. You held onto Haechan's toned arms tightly as your juices dripped down his shaft. Johnny kept going, pounding his cock into your ass, taking whatever he could. Finally, after what felt like hours of fucking, you felt an intense pressure build up in your abdomen. You cried out as you rode out your orgasm, screaming in pleasure as the warmth of your own release washed over you. You could feel both Johnny and Haechan tense up as they released their load into you. When you finished cumming, you collapsed down on top of Haechan's body, breathing heavily, Johnny laying next to you. The room was filled with the sounds of you and the boys panting as you tried to catch your breath.

Finally, you looked down at Haechan who was staring at you with an expression of pure bliss on his face.

"I guess my Haechannie is a man after all." You said, Johnny letting out a laugh.

"Did I do good, noona? Did I make you happy?" Haechan questioned.

"Yes, Haechan." You responded, giving him a quick kiss. "You did an excellent job. It was...the best sex I ever had."

"Well, it's always fun trying something new." Haechan replied. "And, besides, Johnny gave me some great pointers."

"Really?" You grinned, turning to face Johnny. "And what was that?"

"Just trust me." Johnny said with a wink. "You'll find out soon enough."

"So I'm assuming this is going to be a regular occurrence?" You mused aloud. "I mean, you two are obviously going to want to fuck me every chance you get now that we've done this."

"What do you say, Haechan?" Johnny asked. "Do you want to fuck Y/N again?"

"If that's what Y/N wants," Haechan replied with a look of adoration.

"What do you say, baby girl?" Johnny purred, his hands running up your legs. "Do you want to continue this fun?"

"Yeah, definitely." You said excitedly, placing your hands on either side of Johnny's head. "We can play later tonight. We'll have plenty of time to take care of our horny urges. For now, I just want to shower and cuddle with the both of you."

As you crawled off of Haechan's body, you could see that both of the boys shared a similar look of relief. Neither one of them wanted to leave your side. After all, it was clear to them that you belonged to the both of them. The three of you walked to the bathroom together, neither of you saying a single word. Once inside the shower, you all embraced, the three of you enjoying each other's company under the warm water. While you all enjoyed your time in the shower, you could still feel the lingering effects of your previous encounter with the guys. All throughout the shower, you constantly reached for each other, finding it difficult to keep your hands off of each other. Once you stepped out of the shower, Haechan wrapped you in a towel while Johnny dried you off with another towel. When the boys got you dressed, they let out a sigh of relief as they ran their hands along your curves.

After making your way back to the bedroom, you sat down next to Haechan and leaned into him. "Thank you, Haechan. Thank you, Johnny. That was..."

"Amazing?" Johnny offered.

"Yes. Amazing. And I'm so happy that I came to visit. Thank you both for this experience."

"Noona, do you still see me as a boy?" Haechan asked, causing you to raise your head from where you were resting it on his chest. "Or do you now see me as a man?"

"After that performance?" You laughed. You leaned up to give Haechan a kiss. "A man, Haechan. A man who will do anything to please me."

"Hey, don't be hogging my girlfriend now." Johnny placed his hand on Haechan's shoulder as he watched the two of you passionately kiss. "She's my woman, too."

"Alright, alright. Stop being jealous of each other." You giggled. "Now come here and give me lots of cuddles."

Once you had both of the boys cuddled up to you, you reached down to grab Haechan's hand and put it on your stomach. Then you reached over to grab Johnny's hand and place it on your stomach as well. You squeezed their hands and intertwined your fingers with theirs. You gently rubbed their hands as you continued to talk to them.

"I really do feel blessed that I was given such wonderful people to call family." You said. "And the feeling is mutual. The feeling is very mutual."

At that moment, you thought that everything was perfect. Life couldn't get any better than this. Your world was complete with the two people that meant the most to you: Haechan and Johnny. The three of you laid there, holding hands and enjoying each other's company as you drifted off to sleep. As you fell asleep, you could feel the warmth of the three of you as you slept peacefully.

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emeritus-fuckers · 10 months

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hi! longtime fan, first time caller. Thank you for sharing your gifts of writing with us. I humbly request reader falsely accusing the papas of cheating and smoothing things over after professing their innocence.

Hi, welcome :) I wasn’t quite sure whether you meant accusing them after seeing something or I dunno but I’ve done my best and written how the Papas would react. Please forgive Primo and young Nihil being slightly longer than the others - Nyx

Papas getting wrongly accused of cheating

Primo

He is so shocked when you storm into the greenhouse and accuse him of cheating.

He just stares at you, the cuttings in his hand falling to the floor. "I don't understand, what is wrong to make you think this?"

You break down completely and explain that he could have anyone he wants. Siblings throw themselves at him, he's just perfect, and you feel you aren’t good enough for him.

He goes from shock to a look of understanding "My dear," He sits down on a nearby bench and gestures for you to join him. "I have been around a while now, as you know. I am not perfect, neither of us is, but we love each other, and that's what matters. Amore, I would never betray you."

“But the roses you always pick…you don’t always give me them…who else do you gift them to?”

He cups your face in his palms. "It is you I love. Those roses go to the ministry - some to decorate the place, or for other siblings to wrap as bouquets and give as gifts.”

You realise your mistake as Primo continues. His tone is kind but stern, “It hurts me to think you don’t trust me. Please don't throw around such accusations. If you feel anxious and unsure of anything I do, just ask me. I will gladly reassure you. It will undermine our relationship if you accuse me like that." He studies you closely waiting for you to understand. At last you nod, and he smiles.

He knows you never meant to hurt him. He pulls you to him, holding you tightly against his chest. "I love you, and I wouldn’t want anyone else." He kisses the top of your head.

You apologise. The next smile he gives you, shows that he has forgiven you, it’s so warm. You lean in and kiss him telling him that you love him too. He pulls you onto his lap and deepens the kiss.

Secondo

You saw him leave the confessional followed by a sibling of sin.

He gets home from work and you are stood there, arms folded, glaring. “How could you?! I saw you with them.”

He goes from shocked to annoyed. Very annoyed.

“So you think that me hugging somone is proof of my disloyalty?” His voice is far too calm and level but his eyes are full of pain.

You insist that you saw him, and it looked more than friendly.

“I am very disappointed that you have taken it that way. Why are you so insecure with our relationship?”

You ask him to explain himself.

He shakes his head, “That sibling is a close friend. I’ve known them since I was a child. They needed to talk about something personal. They were embarassed and sad. There was nothing more to it. If you had asked me first, I would have said."

He walks straight out and goes to see Primo.

Primo explains to him that maybe there is something in your past, or some insecurity, and that he should ask.

Eventually Secondo comes back to you. He’s still annoyed.

You explain that you do feel insecure and why. You reiterate that it did look bad. You say you will ask him first next time.

He looks you in the eyes his gaze firm, “I would never, ever, cheat on you.”

Things get better after that. You feel more secure with him so you open up more. In turn he does as well.

You go out for a really nice meal, dancing, and you stumble back to his late and happy. He sweeps you into his arms and you dance round the room. Giggling happily. Next thing you know he’s kissing you passionately, and you collapse onto the sofa together.

Terzo

He thinks you are joking at first and laughs it off.

Even though it's a genuine misunderstaning, it doesn't stop him from being hurt.

It looks bad he knows that, but it was completely innocent.

He does not understand how you can think this of him. He’s crest fallen.

He would never hurt you, and he hoped you knew that.

He sits down, and puts his head in his hands. He then explains what really happened.

You’ve never seen him so quiet, so lacking in confidence.

You sit next to him and draw him into your arms.

You tell him that you misunderstood and it’s okay. You love him.

He repeats over and over that he'd never betray you.

You tell him you know that now. He’s still miserable, so you kiss him, long and slow. At last he smiles a little.

“Please trust your papa from now on hmm? You know I would never do that.”

You reassure him and then you spend the night cuddling and kissing.

“I need more reassuring cara, would you err do that for your papa?” He says with a wink leading to the bedroom.

Copia

You can’t bring yourself to accuse him. He would break. He would actually cry and be so confused.

You saw him showing his rats to another sibling.

You begin to ask him about it, but the moment you even imply anything, he breaks into gibberish. He's all rat noises and panicked Italian.

You can’t do it. You instantly take him in your arms. Apologising over and over.

His reaction is enough for you to know he’d never cheat.

He eventually calms and you say you are so sorry, it was stupid of you. You explain to him what you saw, but you know you read far too much into it.

You tell him it was because you were scared. You thought he would leave you.

“Cara I never would… you know that sí?” He goes back into fast, mumbled Italian.

You again reassure him. It takes weeks for him to settle again.

But after that the relationship is smoother.

You take him away to Rome for a romantic break, by way of apology. You drink from juice cartons in front of the colosseum.

He suggests sneaking back after dark. You arrive at the areana level to find two trycicles. You have a ridiculous but fun time chasing each other around.

He lets you win in the end because he wants to reward you with a kiss.

Old Nihil

He looks at you utterly bemused. He shakes his head, then his expression returns to loved up.

When asked again he replies “Nooo, you are confused. Seestor was telling you about something from a long, long, time ago.”

You tried to explain to him that you mean now, but he just stares at you, shakes his head while smiling lovingly and repeats that no it was a long time ago, he’s learnt, never again.

“Have I ever told you, how beautiful your eyes are?” He looks at you adoringly and you realise he would never cheat on you.

You then assure him all is well. He is worried about you, you are acting strange.

When he realises all is okay he breaks out into an even bigger grin and pulls you close to him and kisses you. “I am done working for the day” he says with a flirty grin.

At his current age (and considering how much of a simp he is) Nihil is mentally incapable of cheating at this point.

Besides, you think anyone else is capable of making the 7 Inches of Satanic Panic under his robes hard? You think he'd want anyone else to go down just like Holy Mary on him?

Nah, there's only one person Kissing this Go-Goat and it's you.

Young Nihil

I mean it’s Nihil. He’s impulsive at that age.

“What.” He spits out. “You really think I would do that?”

You resist saying he already has, not to you personally, but still.

“If you want to play those games with me, honey, then you had better accept the consequences.” There is a dark edge to his voice, his eyes a raging sea.

“I made that mistake once. On stage, when I was playing a part. But now you accuse me anyway?! Fuck it. I might as well shag someone else. Since you are going to treat me like I have anyway."

He storms from the room, slamming the door behind him.

He’s gone for hours, you start to worry.

You go out looking for him. You find him drunk and alone in a bar. A bottle of Vodka next to him, no glass.

His face lights up for a moment when he sees you, then he remembers and it falls.

You see then that nihil, despite his front and impulsiveness, is just another lost boy. He told you how his childhood messed him up. He needs love and reassurance just as much you do.

“Nihil…Papa…I am so sorry.” You sit next to him, and he pulls away from you. “I can see you’ve learnt. I’m so sorry for not trusting you. Please I know I’ve made a mistake. You learnt from yours, please give me a second chance. I can learn too., I just…something happened to me, I’ll tell you properly soon… but I find it hard to trust. Please let me fix this.”

He finally looks at you and nods. He pulls you close to him, and places a sloppy drunk kiss on your cheek “I guess we are a good pair then. Both idiots who are trying to fix things. I know what I did was wrong. I lost someone I loved from it. I don’t want to lose you. I would never cheat.”

Written by Nyx (last three bullet point on Old Nihil added by Jez obviously).

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mango-bango-bby · 1 year

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could I request platonic dads kirishima and bakugo when their teen reader comes back home upset after a argument with their significant other?

♡ Always Here For You ♡

(A/N: Platonic Kiribaku warms my heart 💖 I tried my best with this but I had a bit of trouble with the prompt!! I hope you enjoy it!! I’ve been getting a lot of platonic bnha lately so prepare for that!!)

Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere, platonic yandere, Kiribaku, parents kiribaku, teen!reader, toxic families, kiribaku, fights with an s/o, comfort and fluff 🥺💕

Summary: You get into a fight with your partner but your fathers are here to comfort you (Platonic!Yan!Bakugou x GN!Teen!reader x Platonic!Yan!Kirishima)

Masterlist ➸ ♡

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You love your fathers a lot, and you understood that they could be very overprotective. So they weren’t very accepting of your partner when you introduced them to your parents, although your dads knew you were growing up and they wanted you to be happy. So they let you date them, even if they didn’t approve of your partner.

You loved your partner a lot but you two did have your troubles. You sniffle a bit, trying to calm down your crying. You look at the notifications on your phone, most of them texts from your partner apologizing to you and begging you to call them. You two had gotten into a fight about how controlling your parents are, you got upset at the, for calling your fathers toxic.

A knock on your door alerts you. It wasn’t early in the morning anymore and it was rare that you didn’t eat breakfast with your dads, especially on the weekends. “Come on, brat, it’s time to get up. Your breakfast is gonna’ be cold” Katsuki says, knocking loudly in your door. “I’m not hungry” you call out to him, almost immediately noticing how silent he went.

He opens the door, looking over you as you’re bundled up in your bed. “What’s wrong with you? You sick?” He asks, crouching by your bed to be at eye level with you.

This was one of the few days that both of your fathers didn’t have work and yet you choose to sulk in bed? There had to be something wrong. You look up at him tearfully, telling him that you and your partner had gotten into a little fight.

“Is everything okay?” Eijiro asks as if feeling that you were sad. Or perhaps he wondered what was taking so long. “Hey, what wrong?” He says, you telling him exactly what you told your other father. You sit up in bed so your tears will fall down your cheeks rather across your nose bridge and onto your pillows.

“Oh, baby, I’m so sorry” Eijiro says, hugging you. You hated fighting with people you loved, you knew you would forgive your partner but that didn’t make it hurt any less.

Katsuki has a slight scowl on his face, he trusted your partner with you and yet here you are crying in your papa’s arms because of them. He knew you would be upset if anything happened to them but he could help but want to hurt them.

Katsuki thought for a moment before getting up to go get you your breakfast and bring it up to your room for you. “I’m sorry, you d-don’t need this on your day off” you sniffle a bit at Eijiro.

“No, sweetheart. Don’t say that” He says, reaching up to wipe some of your tears. He still saw you as his baby, he knew you were a toddler anymore but it was so hard in situations like this not to see you as the toddler who would cling onto his leg and sob after your feelings were hurt but someone.

“Let’s do something fun today, okay? To make you feel better?” He says, you giving him a small nod. It would get you off of your phone so you wouldn’t have to see all of your partners apology messages.

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Thank you for reading, darling!!

#platonic yandere #platonic yandere x reader #platonic yandere bakugou #platonic yandere kirishima #plationic yandere kiribaku #yandere kirishima x reader #yandere kirishima #yandere bakugou #yandere bakugo x reader

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italiansteebie · 1 year

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They’re sitting in Steve’s living room, squatting as Steve calls it. “What’s your song?” Steve’s eyes flicked over to meet Eddie’s. “C’mon, Steve. We’ve got everyone else’s. What's yours?” They’d been compiling a mixtape of all their Vecna songs. Y’know, the ones that would hopefully save them from a horrific death.

Steve shrugged, “We’ve got all the important ones.” Deflecting, it’s what he does best. Robin snorts from the other side of the coffee table. “He’s probably embarrassed because it’s like… ABBA or something.”

“Hey! ABBA is iconic! You wouldn't know.” He defended, causing Eddie to let out a boisterous laugh. They moved on, getting the kids' songs burned on there, forgetting about Steve’s missing, unknown song.

It wasn’t brought up again until later that night. Eddie and Robin were the only ones who remained. Besides Steve, of course, who lives there. They were curled up on the couch, an old movie playing on the TV, audio softly in the background. They’re high, and getting a bit too honest. “If “Master of Puppets” hadn’t saved my life, my song would probably be something by Bruce Springsteen.” Steve scoffed at that, “and you make fun of me for ABBA?” Robin snorted, “He got ya there, leather boy.” Eddie arched an eyebrow, “I'm not even… Wearing leather right now,” He laughed, “Anyways. Bruce is Wayne’s favorite. We listened to him all the time when I first got there.” Steve softened at that, leaning over to give Eddie a peck on the forehead and pull him into a tight hug. “That’s sweet, Eds.”

Eddie smiled before turning to Steve, “You still haven’t told us your song!” He accused. Steve had the nerve to look accosted. Robin nodded along, “Yeah, what is it, Dingus!” She bumped her shoulder against his. Steve sighed, “You guys….” He whined. “You probably won’t even know it!” Eddie rolled his eyes. “Quit being dramatic Steve. Just tell us.”

“Fine! Fine… It’s Lonely Boy by Andrew Gold. I heard it first when I was 5… The nanny at the time looked at me… and I could just tell she was thinking ‘wow, this is your song, Steve.’ Because that’s what I was… I am…” It felt good, in the end, to get it off his chest, but the way Eddie and Robin were looking at him now is the exact reason he didn’t want to share.

Eddie looked at him, eyes shining. “Oh, Stevie…” He whispered. “That's why I didn’t want to tell you, I didn’t want to bring the mood down.” He sighed, eyes shifting to Robins who looked just as sad as Eddie.

“Well… You’re not lonely anymore, right? You’ve got us.” Robin said shyly, a tone that didn’t fit her well. Steve smiled, “Yeah. I’ve got you.” He turned and gave Eddie a soft kiss, whispering “And I’ve got you too.” A warm smile spread across his face, but the moment was quickly over when Robin shouted “EW! Get a room.” Smile returning to her face. Steve rolled his eyes fondly, pushing at her shoulder until she fell over, eventually rolling off the couch. “This is my house!” He laughed.

Maybe it’s time to figure out a new song.

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the lyrics to steve's song:

He was born on a summer day 1951

And with a slap of a hand

He landed as an only son

His mother and father said what a lovely boy

We'll teach him what we learned

Ah yes just what we learned

We'll dress him up warmly and

We'll send him to school

It'll teach him how to fight

To be nobody's fool

Oh, oh what a lonely boy

Oh what a lonely boy

In the summer of '53 his mother

Brought him a sister

And she told him we must attend to her needs

She's so much younger than you

Well he ran down the hall and he cried

Oh how could his parents have lied

When they said he was an only son

He thought he was the only one

Oh, oh what a lonely boy

Oh what a lonely boy

Goodbye mama, goodbye to you

Goodbye papa I'm pushing on through

He left home on a winter day 1969

And he hoped to find all the love

He had lost in that earlier time

Well his sister grew up

And she married a man

He gave her a son

Ah yes a lovely son

They dressed him up warmly

They sent him to school

It taught him how to fight

To be nobody's fool

Oh, oh what a lonely boy

Oh what a lonely boy

Oh, oh, oh, oh what a lonely boy

Oh what a lonely boy

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copias-juicebox · 8 months

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It's a Sin Chapter 3

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4

Pairing: Cardinal Copia x fem! Reader Words: 5050 Genre: romance, angst, smut, fluff, hurt/comfort, SLOWBURN Warnings: in this chap: very sad and pathetic cardi, implied bullying whole fic: explicit languge, violence, abuse, age gap, smut (in the upcoming chapters blabla) Notes: we once again hit the 5000 words guys. I am kinda happy with this chapter I can feel myself improve with every sentence. Leave a heart in the comments to give Cardi a very needed hug to comfort the poor old man. And as always interactions are appreciated.

As the sun's first rays shone through your window, you slowly stirred awake. Sleepily you turned around in your soft bed until you realized where you were and you opened your eyes, your heart rate increasing with each passing second. You checked your phone on the bedside table for the time and instantly relaxed when you saw it was about 5:30 in the morning. You still had about 2 and a half hours before you were required in the infirmary to get introduced to your workplace in the ministry.

You fell back down into your pillows and took a deep breath. Today would be the first day that you were officially starting your job. It was all still quite outlandish to you. Your mind was racing once again, the same thoughts and doubts dashing through your head as last night when you desperately lied awake in your bed for countless hours before sleep finally took pity on you and took you in.

You had tried to not think about the day too much, but with yesterday's events and the information of your new boss being something like a “satanic pope” made you feel uneasy, and you were unsure what to make of it all. After all, you were going to spend the night under the devil's roof, and you hoped and prayed to God that he would protect you. The question lingered: would he actually do so? Would he not punish you for turning your back on him like this? Would he forgive you for your sins and connections to the devil? These worries plagued you all night, and unfortunately resulted in only 4 hours of sleep.

On the other hand, you felt unusually well?

You decided to leave the warmth of your covers and start your day with a refreshing shower. Once you stepped under the hot stream of water you felt your muscles relax. Up until now you had not realized how tense you were and how good the warm water running down your spine was. You washed your hair and body, contemplating your encounter with Papa and the Cardinal on the top of the stairs yesterday. Papa was so intriguing. He had a very intense energy that was surprisingly not off putting in any way. But you were going to tread lightly around him. Hannah had warned you about him, and you wondered if he was committed to the devil, if he had granted him clandestine powers. That would explain his extraordinary aura. Nonetheless, you could not deny deep down inside of you he was fascinating. You were sure it was not an attraction, no. You could never feel attraction towards a Satan -worshiping man. You could not allow yourself to be misguided by his sinful demeanor. And then there was the other man. He appeared to be a bit more approachable to you — clumsy even. Not nearly as intimidating as Papa was to you. Thinking about the strange man with his pencil mustache and sideburns led your thoughts to wander again. The man with his black biretta and nervous smile seemed to be the opposite of Papa. He could barely look at you when he shook your hand. Maybe he had been in a serious conversation with Papa that you two interrupted and he was intimidated by his presence. You could not tell.

When you stepped out of the shower and wrapped yourself up in a blanket, your mind was back to the day ahead. The weight of responsibility made you nervous. You wanted to prove yourself. You wanted to show them you were capable of doing your job.

You should not have been surprised, but when you opened the door to get dressed, the scrubs were not white as you were used to but pitch black.

You took them out and put them on, smoothing out the fabric as you stood in front of the mirror now. They looked good on you, too, and you decided to go with some makeup to look a little less tired. Just a bit of foundation and eyeliner with mascara. Finally, you finished your look for the day by tying up your hair in a high ponytail.

One last look into the mirror and you tried to convince yourself you were ready for the day. “You got this, don’t worry. Everything will be fine” you murmured to yourself

A knock at the door indicated that Hannah was waiting for you outside and you knew that the time had come for you to leave the safety of your room and get started on your first day now.

You walked over to the door and opened it, revealing Hannah dressed in her habit looking at you with a big smile and warm eyes. “Good morning, sunshine. You look gorgeous, sis. How are you? You must be thrilled, right?”

“Good morning, Hannah. You look gorgeous yourself. You pointed to her. “I don’t know if thrilled would be the right word for how I am feeling right now. More like hysterical, maybe.” You half joked.

“Ah, nonsense you are going to be fine, girl, I know that.” She said, wrapping her arm around your shoulder and walking down the corridor. “Let’s go get some breakfast, and after that I will bring you to the infirmary to Sister Jane. She will explain everything to you and you can get used to the outline of our hospital wing.”

Arriving down in the dining hall, Sister Hannah led you straight to a group of brothers and sisters. Watching everyone gather in the dining hall dressed in their black robes and satanic accessories was somehow less intimidating than you would have expected. It made you nervous nevertheless to meet other satanic believers. Were they all going to be as easy going as Hannah had proved to be?

“Morning, everyone. This is our beloved new nurse. Say hello,” She turned to you. The group greeted you in unison and you said your morning greetings back, introducing yourself. As you sat down, one of the Brothers asked if you wanted some coffee. You nodded your head and he asked the next table if they could hand over their carafe.

When he poured the warm, steaming liquid into your cup, you stopped him halfway. “Oh not too much please, I like to fill half of it with milk actually.” You told him, extending a hand.

“So you mean you like to drink milk with a shot of coffee?” He joked and you laughed.

“Yes I can‘t deny that. But it is the way I like my coffee best, so what can I say?” You shrugged.

As breakfast went on you got to know everyone out of the small group a little better. There were 3 other sisters besides Hannah and two brothers. They all seemed to get along well and you found them to be quite ok too. All you needed was to be accepted and respected (and not chosen to be sacrificed should they decide you were not good enough.)

You brushed those thoughts away for now and tried to just socialize with everyone normally.

Around 30 minutes later, everyone was leaving for their work and jobs in the ministry and that was your cue to grab Hannah and ask her to show you the way to the infirmary.

“Alright, alright, love, no need to rush. It’s not far away really.” She assured you, walking you down the corridor and then to the left. A huge door came into view and you were walking straight to the heavily decorated threshold and pushed it open.

As you entered the dimly lit infirmary you noted the high ceilings and ornate embellished walls. Flickering candlelight casted eerie shadows on the walls and accentuated the tapestries depicting occult symbols alongside shelves laden with ancient medical tomes and arcane ingredients. The beds stood in rows on each of the long sides of the rectangular room with crimson bedding and black curtains to ensure privacy if needed. Despite the unsettling atmosphere, an aura of quiet comfort envelops the space.

As you were too absorbed with the room’s ambiance, you didn’t notice an older Sister coming your way, halting and asking if she could help you.

“Sister Ana, this is our new support on the medical team.” Hannah said as she introduced you to the senior nurse.

“Oh thank Satanas, finally. I am so happy you are here to help.” Sister Ana cheered, embracing you in a warm hug. You hugged her back politely and she released you beaming at you.

“Sister Ana is our only nurse here since Sister Elizabeth retired last year.” Sister Hannah informed.

“Ah, I see. You must have been super stressed then, Sister Ana.” You replied, understanding Ana’s great delight of your presence.

“Come on Sister, I will show you where everything is and introduce you to the Ghouls.” Sister Ana ushered you further into the room, eager to have you on her team now.

The older nurse spent the morning introducing you to the hospital wing of the ministry. She explained to you where to find all the necessary items, ranging from basic items to treat a patient with a simple cold, to more specialized equipment for more severe cases, from severe burns or cuts that might even require some operations to contagious diseases and other serious illness.

At one point, an older man wearing slightly worn off Papal makeup and an older woman stood in the door of the infirmary, and Sister Ana asked you to go to the back room and get her a basket she had prepared for Papa Nihil. The makeup on that man's face was indicating him to be of high status within the ministry, and you tried not to let him wait for too long. When you came back with the basket, the old man looked you up and down with curious eyes.

“My my, who is that young lady, Sister?” He asked Ana, to which she proudly answered:

“This is the newest member of my team.” She introduced you to Papa Nihil and Sister Imperator.

“What a pleasure to see our community growing, and with capable people, too.” He smiled, not even hiding his apparent liking towards you.

You were not sure, but he appeared to like you, and you were very pleased to see that a high-ranking member of the ministry seemed to be happy with you (even though you did not do anything to prove you were capable so far). You literally just carried a basket from one room to the next!

The woman next to the man appeared not as friendly as the old guy. She wore a stern expression the whole time and did not even introduce herself to you. You brushed it off for now since you did not want to judge a book by its cover, but you were feeling that she was not as gleeful to your presence as Papa Nihil was. You were glad the two left after that.

As time went on and the day was nearing noon, it got impossibly hot outside. The sun shone mercilessly and the summer heat was palpable. On one hand, you were very lucky that the infirmary was on the backside of the ministry facing away from the sun and kept the whole room at a decent temperature, but on the other hand, you were getting overrun by Sisters and Brothers suffering from dehydration and sunstrokes. By 4 pm, the infirmary was packed and all beds were occupied. Sweat was running down your forehead and Sister Ana was as equally stressed as you.

About an hour later, Ana told you to take a break and you finally had time to breathe for a few minutes as many of the Brothers and Sisters seemed to feel well enough to retire to their rooms and sleep off the rest of their exhaustion.

You decided you would walk one of the Sisters you’ve met earlier at breakfast to her room since she was still swaying from left to right when she got up and then quickly grab something to eat for you and Ana from the kitchen (as none of you had time to go to eat lunch earlier).

The Cardinal was running around the ministry from left to right for 5 hours now, pulling at the collar of his robes to let some air meet his chest. He was supposed to check in with the Ghouls this morning, making sure they were doing their soundchecks properly. When a problem with the electricity turned up, it was also his job to get it fixed somehow. The scorching heat was wearing him down as the clock struck 2 and he was still far from finishing his duties today. Terzo asked for Copia’s help in translating another Latin text for the next Sunday mass and Papa Nihil was requesting his presence in his office— the latter scaring him as Papa Nihil was relentless when it came to Copia. Whatever the Cardinal did never seemed pleasing to Nihil, making him put in more effort the next time. He felt his head pound, running his tongue over his dry lips as he walked down the corridor to Papa Nihil's Office. Once he was done with whatever Papa had planned for him, he would get a momentary break and maybe he could figure out what that new nurse was up to in her free time.

After you successfully escorted Sister Rose to her chambers, you quickly made your way to the kitchen to ask for some leftovers from lunch. You were just on your way back to the infirmary rounding the corner as you nearly bumped into another individual crossing your path. You both managed to react in time to not actually knock each other off the ground but the other person stumbled over his own feet, his cheeks turning a slight shade of pink that contrasted his pale complexion. He caught himself and reluctantly looked at you, sweat apparent on his face.

“Oh Sorella I.. I am sorry I was not looking..” The Cardinal stammered, gaze falling back to his feet as if it was too much for him to actually look at you for a second too long.

“No worries, Cardinal. I was not paying attention either.” You prompted, trying to ease his obviously anxious mind.

He hurriedly tried to move past you but you both tried to get out of the way of one another and shuffled from left to right at the same time, making the situation somewhat awkward and comical until you both stopped.

You started laughing heartily and he glanced up at your bashful smile as he joined in with a shy chuckle of his own.

“Corner-collisions happen to the best of us,” you exclaimed and the still-flustered Cardinal managed a small smile of gratitude.

Your easy going demeanor put the Cardinal at ease a little as you grabbed him by the shoulders carefully and moved his body past yours as you rotated on the spot.

“There we go, Cardinal.” You flashed him a warm smile and he started to shift on the spot seemingly not knowing what to say he mumbled another barely audible apology. His face was even redder now, making you worry.

“Cardinal, forgive me if I am being nosy, but have you been drinking enough today? You look a little pale, and I am sure you have already heard, but today seems to have taken a toll on the members of the ministry. I would hate for you to suffer from dehydration as so many others have,” you pleaded with him, worry lacing your voice.

“Y..Yes Sister yes.. I have. I. I.. uh.. I just have to be in Papa Nihils office as soon as possible, yes..” he muttered, earning a raised eyebrow from you.

“You should also not overwork yourself, Cardinal. Please make sure to take a break every now and then.” You warned him, pressing the back of your hand to his forehead to feel his temperature.

“Oh dear, you are hot.” You exclaimed shocked, resulting in Copia’s face to heat up even more hearing those words said to his face by such a beautiful human being. Copia knew you were talking about his temperature, but he could not help himself as the butterflies in his stomach seemed to rampage.

The Cardinal was not used to being treated so kindly and with so much care. All his life he had been used or made fun of. So, he put all his energy into his career and his job since he was a boy. He was a very hard working man. That was what grounded him in this harsh world.

“Uh, I am sorry… I mean you are burning up.” You interrupted his thoughts and let your hands fall back to your sides. “You should probably follow me to the infirmary so I can check on you properly, Cardinal.”

He shook his head. “No no no sorella, I cannot. Papa awaits me in h..his office, yes.” He gestured to the other end of the corridor. “I am fine Sister, do not worry, no.. no I am fine, yes.” He objected, turning around but you grabbed his arm effectively turning him back to face you.

“Cardinal please. I worry for you.” You countered.

Copia blushed immensely and for the first time he stared back into your eyes. Was this real? Or was he imagining things? That beautiful thing in front of him just told him she worried for him. He was fully aware she was likely just doing her job, but it made him squeal inside. “I..I am terribly sorry, sister. I will come to the infirmary after I have spoken to Papa, sí?” With these words he turned around once more and left you staring after him with concern. You hoped he was right. That he was feeling better than he let on.

Cardinal Copia’s mind was reeling. Right now he was only acting on instinct and that meant he ran. Not physically but metaphorically he ran. He needed to breathe. The new Nurse had an effect on him he could not explain, nor understand. He was sweating and that was not just the heat outside catching up to him. He had never been the most extroverted person, that was common knowledge, but whenever he was around you he was just utterly lost and nervousness ate away at him to the point that he felt stupid. And yet he still yearned for your presence. To be as close as possible to the almost painful heat that burned inside of him in your company. It confused the Cardinal immensely until the moment he stood before Papa Nihil's office and knocked on the door twice.

Sister Ana still had not stopped praising you since you had returned to her with some lunch leftovers from the kitchen, claiming that you were the biggest blessing the ministry ever received. The slightly older woman had such a warm energy radiating off of her that you felt extremely comfortable and her kind words never failed to make you blush. The two of you sat in the backroom, now finishing up your meal and laughing as Ana divulged some gossip that had you cover your mouth with your hand.

“I tell you, sister, the other day Papa Nihil actually shit his pants during black mass.” She whispered over to you. “I sat behind him and he farted loud enough for everyone sitting around him to hear it. You could really see him shift around and hurry off with Sister Imperator behind him leaving for the restrooms.” Ana snorted, the rest of the sentence barely audible between her giggles.

Your laughing fit was interrupted when the heavy door to the infirmary was forcefully bashed open by one of the Ghouls. The loud bang resonated in the room and the two of you jumped out of your seats rushing to the main entrance of the infirmary. That’s when you spotted a Ghoul and a Sister, the Sister rushing forward to you. “Aether, put him on one of the beds. Sister Ana, please, the Cardinal needs help.” Only then did you understand the Ghoul was carrying a man. He was carrying the Cardinal in his arms. Before anyone could move, you were by the Cardinal’s side checking his temperature and preparing a bowl with fresh, cold water.

“The Cardinal was in Papa Nihil's office when he suddenly collapsed. Luckily Aether was there.” The sister explained.

“Okay, okay, calm down Sister Morgana.” Ana said, soothing the Sister’s nerves, glancing over to you as you swiftly worked around the Cardinal’s bed. She decided to step closer and have a look at the Cardinal herself.

“He likely collapsed due to exhaustion and the heat, Sister. I was afraid that was gonna happen.” You told her, the last part mostly mumbling to yourself. You knelt next to his bed and drenched a clean cloth in the bowl with cold water and started wiping it softly across his sweaty and pale face.

“I met him in the hallway on my way here and he looked sick. I felt his temperature and he was practically burning up. I asked him to follow me to the infirmary, but he refused saying he needed to speak with Papa Nihil. He showed signs of dehydration and exhaustion but he was adamant to visit Papa Nihil first.” You explained to her, your voice lightly going up as the thought of him placing his duties before his health angered you.

Sister Ana watched carefully as you gently took care of the Cardinal. “I think the Cardinal is in good hands, Morgana. You should go back to report to Papa Nihil. The Cardinal should be fine. We will find out more once he wakes up.” The older nurse pointed out, bringing the now relieved sister back to the entrance door of the infirmary.

It took about an hour for the Cardinal to regain consciousness, a sense of disorientation settling in. The first thing he noticed was the sterile smell. Fatigue weighed heavily on his body, every movement an effort. It felt like someone had kicked him in the stomach and he weakly tried to sit up on the bed. With a dry throat and parched lips, he pieced together that he must have pushed himself too far this time. His body refused him and must have collapsed. His foggy mind struggled to untangle the events that had led him here. He should have listened to you. He should have listened to his body instead of ignoring all the warning signs. Tentative thoughts of missed tasks and nearring deadlines clouded his mind. He could not afford to pass out like that. The ministry and Papa relied on him. His thoughts ate away at him and Copia tried to push himself off the bed just to stumble and sway on the spot. His hands shot up to his head as a piercing pain shot through his skull.

It took you barely three seconds to cross the room and catch the Cardinal before he could fall. Your hands wrapped around his lanky frame, securing him in place and giving him more stability while he stood.

„Cardinal, please. What are you doing? You need to sit down!“ you ordered, gently pushing him back down on the bed.

„O.. Oh Sorella.. wh.. what is all this fuss about? I‘m fine,“ he says with a wince, clutching his head.

„Oh, you are not. You can barely stand with my help.“ you scolded him.

Copia glanced at you with a sharp look of bitterness and sorrow in his eyes. He hated to be seen as weak, even though he was. When he didn‘t answer, your eyes found his and the frown on your face was replaced by a look of worry and pity. He looked so fragile as if he was about to cry. All you wanted was to hold him and tell him it was going to be alright.

„Do you remember what happened after we met in the corridor and you went to Papa Nihil's office?“ you prompted softly, not trying to sound angry and starting to feel his temperature again.

Copia struggled in thought, the events after his near crash with you in the corridor hazy and blurred. „I uh… I remember a meeting.. a meeting with Papa Nihil.. yes. After that I don‘t know. What happened, sorella?“ he asked, afraid to hear something embarrassing.

You retrieved the thermometer from him, noting that his temperature seemed to be nearly back to normal, just slightly higher than it‘s supposed to be. „Well, I am not too sure. I wasn‘t there, but you collapsed in Papa Nihil's office, apparently.“ you shrugged, gaze softening when he averted his eyes staring at his feet, looking crushed. Taking in his defeated form, you sighed.

„You know I was not kidding when I saw you in the hallway, Cardinal. You looked.. how do I say this..?“ You tried to find the right words to not sound bitter and mean. Copia‘s eyes found yours again, afraid to hear the poisonous words you surely were going to spit into his face. How he looked like an ugly rat that was about to die soon and that it would have probably been for the best if he‘d just perish. But by now he was used to this. It hurt. It really fucking hurt each time, and it should not affect him anymore, but hearing these things from you would probably blow him off completely. You were the last person in the ministry he wanted to appear weak to. Life for sure was never going to get easier.

„Argh, you know I was so worried for you. You looked so pale that for a moment I was sure you were a ghost.“ you chuckled at the ridiculousness of your own words. „I am amazed you even made it to Nihil‘s office at all.“ you told him honestly.

Your words had an impact on him that he didn‘t expect. They were not harsh and neither were they laced with bitterness or hate. Two feelings people around him never ceased to show him throughout his entire, miserable life.

You grabbed his gloved hand into your own and held it, softly brushing your thumb over it. „You must promise me one thing, Cardinal. Please take care of yourself.“ The Cardinal was momentarily struck by lightning. At least to him it felt like that. He was completely and extremely overwhelmed by your words and actions. You held his hand, brushing his with your thumb. Oh how he wished he was not wearing his gloves today. He imagined how it felt to have your soft, delicate fingers on his own hands. Skin on skin. Your touch had his brain short circuiting. And when your words had made it into his brain, he was sure he must be levitating. You cared for his well being. The thought alone nearly made him tear up. He blinked away the wetness in his eyes so you wouldn‘t notice and cleared his throat.

The moment your hand made contact with his gloved hand you saw something. A picture of a black leather glove, wet but warm to the touch flashed through your eyes. But as fast as it had come it went and you froze for a moment.

„Sí sí, sorella, I will from now on. Thank you for your care. Can I go now? Secondo was going to send someone with a few papers to my office. I‘d like to see if they arrived, yes?“ Copia was eager to get up. His mind rushed back to the things he was supposed to finish today.

A hand on his chest pushed him back down. „You are going nowhere for now. Have you not been hearing what I just said Cardinal?“ you questioned, impatience in your voice.

„N..No I mean yes, sí sorella, I did, but I am feeling much better already, you see.“ He grabbed your hand and put it on his forehead. „No more fever, yes?“

His silly actions made you laugh out loud. This man could not be serious right now.

„You are staying here. No going anywhere, you hear me?! Nurses orders!“ you commanded with authority in your voice, successfully rendering Copia speechless.

Sister Ana called you to assist her in the backroom and you turned your back towards the Cardinal, heading to the door that connected the two rooms. As soon as the Cardinal was left alone he tried to get up and sneak his way out of the infirmary without getting caught. He nearly made it but unfortunately the heavy metal doors squeaked when he tried to push them open and you were standing behind him in an instant with a stern expression. After he‘d been brought back to his bed, you informed him that he was going to have to stay the night in the infirmary to make sure he was not suffering from any late consequences of him collapsing. He did hit his head on the floor after all, and you and Sister Ana both agreed to keep him here for the night under supervision.

As the sun set, the halls of the ministry grew increasingly quieter. Everyone was retiring to their respective quarters and the Cardinal felt he was sleepy. It took him a few minutes to fall into a deep slumber.

When he awoke again, it was in the middle of the night. The room was dark, just a candle flickered in the far end of the room. Now was his chance. He just had to be quiet and remember that the left door squeaked so he needed to open the right side.

Before he could completely sit up on the mattress, your voice startled him and he jumped up, turning around.

„Lay down!“ you insisted. „Don‘t even think about it.“ You sat coolly in a chair, flipping through an old book of ritualistic healing, from one of the shelves, not even bothering to look up at him. As fast as he sat up, he was lying down again, staring up at the ceiling, mind swirling around you and your gratefulness until eventually sleep claimed him again.

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ask-the-clergy-bc · 2 years

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Hey there, have you written about the current ghouls helping their s/o after they had a super bad day where everything seems to go wrong?

I had one of those days this week, bad test, laptop crashed with around 2h unsaved progress and then I broke my ankle and shoulder...

Oh man, I'm so sorry you had such an awful time. :( I hope these days have been treating you so much better! Hope these make you smiles. <3

Era V Ghouls Helping You Through a Crappy Day

Ember/Sodo: His kneejerk reaction to hearing you are having a bad day is to ask whose ass does he need to kick!! It was such a strong reaction that it made you laugh out of your mood for a few minutes. When you stopped and went down to being sad he had to ask what was wrong. Ember is the type of ghoul who lives out of sheer spite so he encourages you to do the same! Takes you to do something to let all of your steam out! Think about him giving you a baseball bat and saying, "c'mon!! We're gonna find something to break!!" ... and to your surprise its very cathartic you both kicking the shit out of an old sand bag.

Rain: He hates seeing you have a bad day. Will immediately pull you into a hug and get you some water after sitting you down. Rain is a normally a very quiet ghoul but he will shower you with love and comfort. He is also very into physical comfort, since it's what helps him through bad days. Rain will happily cuddle into you, wrap you in a blanket nest, or nuzzle into you while he plays with your hair. Often times, during bad days, you find yourself in his lap. Laying back as his claws gently rake across your scalp in the best way. You usually talk about the day and what happened as he listens and offers support. You also find he's REALLY good at helping you fix some things the next day, when you're ready to tackle something broken! Like if you broke your favorite mug, or lost paperwork.

Mountain: He always likes to ask what you need from him. This isn't to put the burden of comfort on you, but he does better when he knows exactly what you need. So if you just need some alone time, you got it. If you need to vent? He sits you both down somewhere comfy so you can talk and he can listen. Need some ice cream and to have a good cry? He will get you the spoon! Most of the time the best thing he can think to do is to get you in the nicest, feet off the floor, strong bear hug. Purring and nuzzling into you and giving you the most comforting hug he can manage. It's what he likes after some alone time to process his own bad days.

Swiss: Swiss can think of many ways to help calm you down, but he always has one big go-to method. Without a doubt, you know when you have a bad day Swiss will get your favorite food or snacks. Whether that's sneaking out with Papa's car to get you ice cream or calling in for Chinese take out, Swiss will get it for you! To him it is the ultimate way to calm you down and give you something nice to focus on. And then when you are both eating you can talk over your treat about what happened in the day. Swiss is very good at helping you verbally process your frustrations while keeping it nice and casual.

Sunshine: Have you ever seen videos of those crows who bring their favorite people nice things to make them happy? That is Sunshine. If you are sad they are on the case! Sunshine will gather anything from your favorite hoodie, snacks, blankets, movies, and any gift she finds that she knows you will love. Anything to make you smile again! You love that Sunshine goes out of their way to find anything that will work. They are also happy to just hug you and keep you warm while you relax. They will be a bit concerned if you don't bounce back eventually, so they will stick by your side. Sunshine just doesn't want you to be alone because you deserve comfort!

Cirrus: The keyboardist won't force you to talk about it if you don't want, but her main concern is making sure that you don't isolate too much. Cirrus is happy to give you space and time to be alone, mind you. She just doesn't want you to ever feel like you ARE alone on a deeper level. And sometimes bad days just make you feel like the universe is against you! Cirrus will periodically check on you until you're ready to come out on your own. Then she is happy if you two can just have a rant fest! Everything bad that happened to you that day? She will sit and agree with you and talk shit! It's very cathartic! Your supervisor scolded you for something you didn't do? Fuck that supervisor! Vending machine ate your last dollar? It's lucky she wasn't there to break it! Failed a test? Who cares, tests are stupid! It eventually always make you laugh and feel better!

Cumulus: Having a horrible day? If you like it, she's going to treat you to some amazing home spa pampering! Anything to help relax you and give you a wind down from all of the stress you had in the day. Cumulus is very good at massages so you'll definitely be getting one of those! Depending on what you like, she'll give you everything from a full body to just digging her thumbs in your shoulders in the best way to make you melt. Cumulus has also mastered face masks and home made scrubs. She's a very luxurious ghoul, so you know she has a jacuzzi tub in her bathroom. You'll both be in it with your favorite candy, drinks, and bubble bath. Anything to make you comfortable enough to get all the tension out of you while you vent about your day.

Aether: The guitarist knew something was wrong when you came home looking ready to either cry or burst out of sheer frustration. Maybe you were about to do both! His first act is to sit you down and let you vent out all of your frustrations. Tell him exactly what happened, he's all ears. He always believes taking it easy and being nice to yourself is the best way to calm down from a horrible day. Once you get everything off your chest he takes you to relax with him. Cuddles, lots of blankets, something quiet like a good movie. Aether likes to hold you and purr, letting the vibrations help.

#the band ghost #ghost bc #ghost headcanons #ghost reader #reader insert #reader x ghouls #nameless ghouls #era v #aether #swiss #sunshine #rain #cirrus #cumulus #mountain #ember #sodo #fluff #ghoul headcanons

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f1-disaster-bi · 1 month

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Continuation of the earlier 911 inspired fic:

There was still blood on his neck when he got home.

His mother was watching him with sad eyes. It had been clear that she had been crying and normally Pierre would be the one comforting her, or he'd be warmed by the fact that his mother loved his boyfriend just as much as he did but not today.

Today he had Lando’s blood on his neck, and he felt numb as his mother approached him gently as if she was afraid one wrong step and he'd break.

"Oh mon caneton", Pascale whispered softly, cupping Pierre’s face gently for a moment, "I am so sorry, but it'll be okay. He's a fighter. Little but mighty"

Pierre just nodded because he didn't have any words left. He had screamed them all out while pressed to the gravel. He had whispered them while he clutched at Lando's cold hands. Used all his words begging him to stay.

"Let's get you cleaned up, yeah? Before Felix sees his Papa like this", Pascale kissed his forehead before guiding him to the kitchen as if he were a child again.

"Does he know?", Pierre managed to whisper as his mother grabbed a cloth and wet it before she started to rub the last of Lando’s blood off his skin.

He couldn't look at his hands. He knew there was blood probably caked under his nails that he hadn't been able to get out in the hospital bathroom so he gazed at the ceiling.

"No, I...I didn't know if you wanted him to know", Pascale admitted softly and Pierre closed his eyes.

How did you tell your five year old son that the man he looked at as a second father was possibly going to die?

Pierre knew Felix knew their job was dangerous. He knew they got hurt. He probably understood that more than any five year old should after Pierre had almost died himself over a year ago, but Lando had been there. They might have only had started dating, but Lando had been in Felix's life since he was three. He was the one that stayed, trading shifts with Charles and Pierre’s mother to look after Felix.

Felix loved Lando more than anything, more than Pierre sometimes. How could he rip that away from him?

Pierre almost didn't want to tell him as he walked to his sons bedroom. The blood gone from his skin even if it felt like it was still there. Felix was sitting on the floor, surrounded by the lego set he had been building with Lando just yesterday, and it made Pierre’s eyes tear up.

"Papa!", Felix grinned up at him when he noticed Pierre and he patted the ground beside him, "Lanno here too?"

"No, um, Lando’s not here, mon ours", Pierre cleared his throat, "I...uh, I need to talk to you about that"

"Is he late? He's gonna make 'pagetti for dinner with the cheese bread. He promised", Felix pouted a little, blinking up at him as he wrapped an arm around his on, "Papa? You look sad"

"Cause I am, mon ours", Pierre tried to reassure him but he could feel his tears started to build, "Lando isn't coming home. He....he got hurt at work. A bad man hurt him, and we...we might not be able to see him for a while"

He watched as Felix paused and frowned. Confusion filled his little face, and a little sadness before he was looking at Pierre again.

"But...he'll get better right? He's at the hospital?", Felix asked, turning a piece of lego over in his hand as Pierre nodded, "They fixed you, Papa, they'll fix Lanno"

Pierre just hugged his son close for a moment and kissed his head because if he tried to speak, he was going to break down in tears, and Felix didn't need to see that. He shouldn't be worrying about his Papa crying. He shouldn't be worrying about Lando coming home. He should be like this, innocent and playing with lego so Pierre just nodded.

He didn't tell Felix that Lando might not be coming home this time.

#911 inspired au #pando #pierre/lando #lando/pierre

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inchidentally · 2 months

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I have so many other things I want to focus on but my brain keeps deciding to write for my stupid F1 modern royalty au that absolutely no one needs !!

tw for dubcon - these are snippets from the carlando and dando parts only

“What? You cannot mean this, papa. You can’t. I won’t!”

Carlos Sr looks on as the attendants rapidly pack up his son’s trunk and cases.

“I can and you will, my son. The palace is sending a jet to Paris and we are leaving immediately by car to take a train from London. The less attention drawn before we are out of this grey country, the better.”

With that, Carlos Senior strode across the room and out the door.

Carlos collapses onto a chair, face in his hands. He doesn’t look up even when he hears the door open again moments later.

“Carlos.”

It isn’t Lando, but almost as bad. Carlos sucks in a breath and lifts his head to look Jon in the eyes.

“How much did you hear?”

“All of it. I followed you to Lando’s room - waited outside, trying to decide if I should… it doesn’t matter. Did-”

“No. We didn’t. He said no.”

Jon sags in relief but his face remains so awfully sad. Sadness looks all wrong on him.

“Were you just going to let him think you abandoned him when he refused to have sex with you?”

The laugh scrapes against Carlos’ lungs as it leaves them. It costs him everything to stand but Carlos has to show at least one person in this castle the respect they deserve.

“Surely it’s better that way? He will heal faster if he hates me. Landito wasn’t made to feel hate for long. You will explain it all to him, yes?”

Jon tilts his head thoughtfully in a gesture so like Lando it makes Carlos’ heart bleed.

“I’m going to explain it all, but I’m going to tell him the truth. It’s what he deserves.”

Carlos nods. It is far more generous than he deserves. Jon is right, as always.

He holds out a hand but Jon draws him into a brief, tight hug instead.

“You’re not a bad man, Carlos,” he says, keeping one hand on Carlos’ shoulder. “I hope that when all of this has blown over that you can be friends with us again.”

The blanket is a little scratchy but the earth beneath it is soft enough.

Daniel’s kisses are different: deep, demanding, rough. It’s all Lando can do to keep up. After a while, his mouth simply remains open, tongue lifting to meet Daniel’s onslaught. His hands slide haphazardly through Daniel’s hair and against the muscle of his shoulder, a nervous giggle bubbling out of his throat where Daniel is kissing it.

“Your beard itches!”

He feels Daniel’s smile against his skin before his lips seal around a single point on Lando’s neck. His teeth dig in and he begins to suck hard.

Lando’s wail seems to fill the air for miles.

His shirt has been opened at some point and Daniel’s calluses are lighting sparks up and down Lando’s torso. Thumbs flick at his nipples until they harden and are met with a warm, wet mouth.

Lando writhes and their hips meet, closer together than he’d realized. It’s only the second time he’s felt a hard dick against his own and Daniel is wasting no time popping the button on Lando’s shorts.

Wait. What’s happening? Wait. Wait.

His shorts and underwear are gone.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”

“Daniel, I–”

“Shhh.”

The warmth of a body over his feels grounding and Lando automatically wraps his arms around it.

“Don’t worry, baby. Won’t be breaking any rules.”

Daniel returns to sucking on Lando’s neck when a hand slips between their bodies and slicks something wet onto both of their dicks. The sensation has Lando returning to full hardness so fast it makes his back arch. But where– ?

Then Daniel is above him, face shadowed and so intense he could be a stranger. He’s maneuvering Lando’s hips and guiding himself one-handed. For a second, Lando wants to drive his heel into Daniel’s shoulder on instinct.

Then Daniel’s one hand is holding himself between Lando’s cheeks and the other starts jerking Lando in long, firm strokes.

“Feels amazing, right?”

It does.

“Amazing,” Lando whispers back in a daze.

With the way their bodies are moving it looks so much like they’re really fucking. The danger only makes it feel sexier. Each time the head of Daniel’s dick catches as it passes over him, Lando has to dig his hands into his own hair to keep from begging to be fucked properly.

He’s sure that’s why Daniel makes his thrusts shallower - why his eyes gleam even in the dim light of dusk settling around them.

For just a split second, Lando imagines his thighs falling apart and being speared and filled without so much as a ring on his finger, the faces of church leaders gaping in shock at the crown prince taking it bare out on the red dirt of the Australian outback. He comes so violently it wracks his entire body.

Unseen above, Daniel bucks against him and comes thick and hot and sudden.

Damn. Wiping both hands on the blanket, Daniel begins mentally kicking himself. He hopes that will still be enough to do it.

The sky has gone fully dark and it’s time to leave before a search party is launched. He pushes himself to stand and shakes the ache from his wrist. The creeping sensation that he’s played this all wrong at the eleventh hour has him agitated.

“Come on, kid! Clean up and let’s get you back in one piece, yeah?”

But Lando remains lying down, slender ribs powering through deep breaths, hips twisted slightly where Daniel had left them. Not a soul in the vast wilderness around them bears witness to the band of stars reflected in Lando’s wide eyes. Some galactic pool spills over and covers his unlined brow in a sheen of moonlight like the ghost of a crown.

When he finally sits up, soft and naked below the waist, he laughs when Daniel throws a leg over the seat of his bike and has to adjust himself through his shorts. The smile Daniel sends back is confused but he laughs anyway. Lando wonders if it could be like this all the time.

Then it all goes promptly to hell.

Lando is wincing through the pain and trying to help. Daniel just keeps gritting out shit shit shit and jabbing at his mobile, totally lost to his own freakout. Lando gives up trying to reassure him and focuses on lying in a way that doesn’t make his shoulder feel like it’s on fire.

The jeep arrives and four men get out. Two of them carefully lift Lando into the backseat. One of them is holding a phone to Lando who babbles about it being all his fault, he had gotten distracted, didn’t follow the track of Daniel’s tires like he was supposed to, had gotten sloppy and fallen. The other one is interrogating Daniel. Why won’t Daniel look up so Lando can catch his eye?

–

The hospital room’s lights hurt his eyes. It’s easier to answer all the probing questions with them closed anyway. Hadn’t he answered everything truthfully like he’d been taught? He was always a weakling when it came to painkillers anyway. He sure hopes most of the graphic details won’t be repeated to mum and dad. How embarrassing.

There’s dad’s voice now.

“Oh, I’m going to kill him…”

—

“They have it all recorded, darling. Once they played him what you’d said in the hospital he gave in completely.”

Mum sniffles viciously and squeezes Lando’s hand tighter.

“He took the bribe and left without a word. Didn’t ask to apologize to you or even say goodbye.”

Lying in a pool of unnecessarily cheerful sunshine covering his bed, Lando can’t decide if he wants to cry stormily into his mother’s arms or ask her to leave so he can send one of the many desperate texts he’d begun to Daniel in the days since Lando had been flown back to England.

Mum smiles sadly, as if reading his mind.

“He knew what he was doing, sweet one. You weren’t the first and likely won’t be the last.”

In the end, it isn’t really so shameful to sob against your own mother’s shoulder at twenty-two years old.

—

For the second time in four years, Lando opens the daily briefing email from his senior advisor and is confronted with his former suitor’s arm around another man’s shoulders. Beside the young Dutch king, Daniel’s smile is broad and toothy. As if to torture himself further, Lando opens the last selfie they’d taken together.

Daniel’s smile is exactly the same.

#my writing #tw dubcon #f1 royalty au

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eunoiaastralwings · 1 year

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Hello :')!! So glad your requests are open again!! Last time I requested a Mae fic (My little light <3) and it was so soft and lovely ❤️

Could I be selfish and ask for a papa maedhros w/ human!reader? Him being a dad to his lil elflings during his time in ME? ❤️ Just need parent!Mae content so BAD!

If not, headcanons of him being a parent is just fine too :')) would love to read either of them by your hand❤️🤲

Thank u!!!

The Best Healers

-ˋˏ ༻❁ characters maedhros x human!wife!reader -ˋˏ ༻❁ fandom tolkien- the silmarillion -ˋˏ ༻❁ a/n oh hun! you are making me melt! you have no idea how happy it makes me to hear that! i had so much fun writing this! sorry for taking some time, i hope you like it and it was worth the wait. love you lots

You entered as soon as his meeting with his brothers finished. You knew your husband too well – the pain, regret and ambition he carried.

Maedhros couldn’t change anything any no matter how much he wished too. The scars and torment he suffered spoke volumes for it. Slowly you around the table to his sitting form at the end – his head in his hands as he let out a deep sight.

Even when he was sitting down – he was still incredibly taller than you. You laid a hand his shoulder and Maedhros tensed for just a second before he relaxed under your touch. Both of you stayed in silence until he was ready to talk – then he lifted his head to you and gave a small smile.

Which you returned and kissed his lips tenderly.

He smiled into the tender moment – then cupped your face in his large hands as you pulled away from it – you ignored the coldness of the metal and it was something you had gotten used to.

“Where are they?”

He asked – referring to your children, your twins – one boy and surprisingly a girl too, whom you both named after Nerdanel.

“Outside, my dearest – but if you are feeling too tired they will understand.”

You said as you caressed his face.

“No, melda – I promised them. I miss them and I want to spend the time I promised with them. I do not want them to hate me.”

Maedhros frowned – the very thought of it made the ner crumble and his heart clench in agony.

“Oh, my love. . .”

You stood and hugged him as much as you could. It was one of his greatest fears, that his own children would hate him – because he certainly hated himself. He hated who had to become for this father in front of you and the children you shared.

“They do not and will not hate, you – you are their hero.”

You chuckled quietly– remembering just how many times your son that declared Maedhros was the strongest of them all, leaving his uncle who was called the strong Finwë a little sad and jealous.

“They love and admire you, even if you do not. You fret once our children would be too afraid to look at you but look at how eager and happy, they are whenever they see you.”

You said when you referred to his scars and the hand he missed – but your children loved him besides those, sometimes you deemed the were smarter than you speaking words as if they understood the world more than you did – which frightened yourself and Maedhros and little bit. They said about scars define the person and mark what they have been through – even as far as your daughter declaring her father was the bravest under all of Eru’s creations.

“You know this, my dear husband. . .”

You cooed.

“You’re not your father. . .”

You whispered gently and Maedhros shut his eyes closed. Maedhros had looked up to Fëanor like his children were looking up to him – but he was afraid one day he would turn into a version of this father and care something else other than the two precious children you made.

“What if I will be?”

Your heart broke as his voice cracked.

“You will not. . .come let our twins heal you, my love. They have magic even the greatest of healers don’t possess.”

You smiled encouragingly and tried to pull him up. Maedhros looked at your strangely for a moment before he sighed and got up. He allowed you to lead outside into the warm summer of his lands – towards the beautiful (and safe) green fields.

Your children sat on the picnic blanket like you let them – only this time your son did try and sneak a peek into a picnic basket you made and your daughter was scolding him for.

“Don’t do it!”

You could hear your daughter yell at her brother.

“Oh relax, just a small bit.”

He replied – you peeked up at your husband and noticed the amusing smile on him – making you spread your own smile as you approached them.

“And just what do you think you’re doing there, son?

Your husband spoke first adverting both your children’s attention to him.

As your twins saw their father their eyes beamed brightly and a huge grin spread across their face.

“Atya!”

They cheered and made their way other to Maedhros as fast as their little legs can take them. Both crashed into their father’s legs – hugging and clinging onto him as tightly as the possibly could with their arms and legs.

Maedhros only laughed and easily picked up the both of them to either side of him – both of them squealing in laughter at the height they were picked up to.

You smiled as relief filled seeing how much your husband smiled and laughed with them – it was a huge different from how he cried into your arms at night fearing everything around him for your twins he could push those fears down and let them enjoy their youth like he did – back when he was in Valinor.

He promised himself he would make sure to give them the best childhood despite what lurked on the horizon.

Your children started to tell Maedhros about their day, from the moment they woke up to now – and your husband listened carefully, giving his replies and reactions to each detail.

“It an alright day – but we missed you!”

Your son concluded and wrapped his chubby fingers around Maedhros’ neck and kissed his cheek. Your daughter did too kissing his other cheek – then both went on to bicker about who gave the biggest kiss.

You only laughed and shook your head.

“I think your Ammë is feeling a little jealous she isn’t getting the attention I am. Maybe you two should”

Maedhros whispered to his twins to make them stop bickering and your shot an eyebrow at him with a smirk as he purposely made it loud enough for your human ears to pick up.

“Yes, ammë!”

Your twins cheered – holding their arms out to you with grabby hands. They weren’t going to let go of Maedhros anytime soon but they were will still willing to give a kiss or two, only condition was they still got to be in their father’s arms.

You laughed and stepped closer – leaning your cheeks into for the both of them to kiss.

But your husband also took the opportunity to peak your lips, making the both of you laugh as your children delivered disapproving noises and gagging sounds.

Then – you moved to sit on the blanket, the twins placed on Maedhros’ legs as you opened the picnic basket to pull the out the food.

You didn’t miss your son’s excitedness to see the food. Maedhros once told you he was exactly like Celegorm he was just an elfling, his tummy never filled and it seen that was the same case for your son.

Always at night when you would try to put him to bed, he never fails to ask you the question of ‘what’s for breakfast tomorrow?’

Your daughter instantly toppled off her father’s lap to grab their favorite book – before climbing on him again, begging him to read. Your son distracted from what you were doing for a second to beg with his twin sister.

Maedhros had smiled and nodded taking the book and wrapping his arms around the both of them – the twins had found their father’s metal quite ‘cool’ as the said it and they had been arguing over who gets to have that arm to wrap around them, despite the fact it was a little cold.

Eventually Maedhros suggested the idea of tossing a coin and whoever wins gets the arm – then the next time they would swap other. So they agreed and surprising no arguments had risen after that – except the occasional whine or two.

You watched as he read to them – changing his voice for every character making them erupt in laughter.

Your eyes somewhat teared up as your prepared the food.

Despite all that happened and was happened, Maedhros made sure to be a good and better father – little did he know he was already the best and the twins loved him, for him. . .

They made sure the old Maitimo was still there. . .living. . .

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deathmimedream · 7 months

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Dark Dreams: Cinque

He had gone to sleep hungry.

He was always so hungry, these days.

Hungry, cold, frightened of the world above him, the church he barely remembered as his own.

He didn’t even remember why he was afraid of the clergy above his head, just…that he was.

Sleeping in what had been his burial chamber was hardly comfortable, it was little more than a stone box lined with threadbare blankets, and whatever pillows he had snatched from benches and pews in the church.

He lay, mostly on his back, one, clawed hand holding the edge of his latest prize, a length of torn velvet curtains from a neglected hallway’s window. They were warm, soft…better than the thin blanket and sheet he had been using.

His breathing was deep, soft, and even, as he slept.

He had little concept of time, down here in the darkness.

Sometimes he slept a few moments, others, days on end. His dreams were vivid, terrifying things, memories of his mortal life, but each time he awoke they were elusive as dust.

He was dreaming now, as he rolled to his side, sighing softly into the crook of his arm, blankets sliding down to reveal several old, thin scars along his shoulders, and a puncture wound just under his third rib, angling upwards, along his side.

Another sigh of breath, and the dream deepened.

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‘Honestly, Caro…. I don’t think our church should get involved in this crusade…it’s a fool’s errand to risk innocent lives for a religious cause that is not ours. I know your brother..our brother chose to go, but we cannot risk our faithful’s safety for one man. I am sorry, Bella tessera, but if we go after him in force, it will be our end…’ he held her close, his prime mover, beloved to his heart, though neither could produce an heir, they had two sons who they took in as their own.

One day, they would become Papas too.

His sister’s cries were echoed throughout the chapel, his heart broke to hear them, but Gulietta was only sister of his faith, his heart, but not blood, having lost his true sister and brothers to plague years ago.

The fever he had suffered from it had left him unable to sire an heir, but Milo and Giovanni would be the next in line, else the cardinals would elect someone from one of the other noble bloodlines.

Cinque had no idea the grand imperator and his prime mover, his sweet, beloved Gulietta had plotted his demise, even secretly killing his two adopted children without him knowing.

He held her as she cried into the front of his cassock, trying to soothe her grief.

“I am sure your brother will be fine, Guli. You’ll see, one day he’ll ride right….”

He felt the dagger go in, just under his arm, and had only a heartbeat to wonder: why? And to register its poisoned sting, and he was falling.

He was dead before he hit the floor, already descending to hell.

His own, beloved wife had murdered him, usurping his power as Papa, as well as ending his entire family line as heads of the church.

He’d only been 48…

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Papa Associado Cinque awoke with a gasp, arms hugging around himself as he shivered, one, clawed hand, fingering the scar that had broken his heart…in more ways than one.

#alastors-radioshow #iomadachd #warfared #papa oc #cinque #sad papa needs warm hugs

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papacopia-crucified · 1 year

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Heya. Since you all like my first bat!Copia fic and sent me some heart warming comments and messages, I fell that I cannot let you all down. ❤️❤️ thank you so much ❤️🦇

After Dark pt. 2

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It was a busy week, but not just for you but for Copia too. Me made some mayor changes. His wing finally healed to your joy and he seemed happy too. Always cuddling with your rat Penelope, and it was just so cute. It was finally Saturday morning, cause you finished another long night shift.

“Good morning guys.” You greeted your two favourite companion and that’s when you realised that Copia was gone. You immediately started to panic and checked the window in your room, it was slightly opened, to your uttermost horror.

“Oh… no. No. No. No. Please no!” You went to look after him everywhere in your flat, but he was nowhere, did he flew away from you?

“You’re such a fool (y/n), you cannot prison him here all for his life.” You just happy that he’s fully healed. After all that you went back to check on Penelope, who was peacefully drinking and when she looked at you, you saw something in her eyes, like she was sad.

“Ohh. My poor girl. You miss Copia too? Yeah me too. He was so adorable.” You get her out of the aquarium and placed her on your chest, hugging her close. She burred her little head into you, while you sat down on your bed and sighed.

“I guess it’s just the two of us again.” Your head hit the pillow, Penelope laid down by your side, just resting. As you closed your eyes you felt your eyelids close and your world faded away.

In your dream you opened your eyes. You were not home anymore but I’m the woods. You instantly sat up and you saw that you were indeed in the woods sitting on the ground which was surprisingly warm to the touch. In the distance you heard chanting, it may be Latin so you got up and followed the sound. As you approached the spot you saw that the clothes you wore changed into a crisp white dress, floor length, almost transparent, what made you blush, wore no shoes and a veil or something like that caged your head. You also noticed that a upside down cross necklace was in your neck, and you knew immediately what it was. It was a Ghost necklace, you wore once, but unfortunately lost it years ago. As you were close to the chanting, you stopped to hide behind a tree, only your face what was still visible. And that’s when you saw a group of…….nuns?

“I. Papa Emeritus the Fourth, Child of the night, shall receive the blood of the Unholy Gods Under.”

“And I. Vlad Tepes the Third, Father of all children of the night, Impaler of enemies, The immortal Dracul shall give you my blood, to be the creature who brings chaos and darkness into the World of mankind. You shall receive my blood, to spread my word.” You cannot believe what you seen at that moment. Dracula is real? As you witnessed the ceremony you felt a sudden pull to Papa Emeritus.

“Now to begin with the ceremony, I’d have to drain almost all of your blood, Papa Emeritus the Fourth, and after that you shall drink mine, to close the circle, and to make you my apprentice, my descendant. Do you accept that?” Papa kneeled down in front of his and bared Vlad his neck.

“I accept my Lord.”

“Your body needs to die, your consciousness will remain. Do not fret Papa. It’ll take only minutes, and after that you’ll wake up as one of my kind.” Vlad leaned into Papa’s neck and closed his eyes, after his fangs shoot out and bit down on Papa’s neck. An agonising moan left Papa’s mouth as he grabbed onto Tepes’ arms. His eyes rolled into his skull, as Vlad drink almost all of the blood out of his body. Your body shivered, and you almost felt the fangs enter your neck too. The nuns started to chant something again, it’s Latin, you felt sudden dizziness, headache and nausea. Vlad stopped drinking from Papa’s neck and he fell to the grass, almost lost all consciousness.

“And now Papa Emeritus the Fourth, receive my blood, become the creature of the night.” Tepes sliced his skin with his long and sharp nail and blood dropped onto the floor. He took it to Papa’s mouth and he latched onto it, drinking the warm liquid. Vlad tossed his head back in pain? You did not know, but sure it was weird to see. He looked into your way and you hid your body behind the tree. After a while you went to see what’s happening but Tepes was gone, only Papa was waking up from the ground, sitting.

“There you are Lady (y/n). We have been waiting for you.” He smiled blood dried oh his lips, his hand stretched out for you to take. And you did. He led you out of your hiding spot and approached the still intoxicated Papa. That’s when you realised that what he had become.

“Vampire?”

“We better like it the creature of the night Love. I knew I chose well. And now, we shall crown the new Prime Mover of Papa Emeritus IV. Lady (Y/N) Tepes. My child, daughter of a human, daughter of an immortal.” Your eyes widened at his words.” Do not fret my child. It’s your destiny.” Your dad was sure he’s doing the right thing. You looked over to Papa who was now standing in front of the two of you, his eyes fixated on you. Looking into your eyes and you felt your heart flutter.

“Papa.” It slipped out of your mouth like a prayer.

“Lady (Y/N).” He said in a raspy voice

“I see you’re awakened fully. Now to seal the marriage you Papa have to drink from her.”

“What?”

“My daughter. You chose Papa Emeritus to be yours so I shall give you that dream, but he must……..”

“Vampires!!!” You heard sudden shouting, and felt sudden pain from where your heart was. You only hear Papa as he shouts and catches you in his arms. He sats down with you, holding you close.

“This will hurt love.” He said and with his remaining energy grabbed the arrow which pierced through your lung and tossed it aside. Blood started to flee from the wound and you looked at your Papa.

“Please don’t waste it. Drink from me.” You showed him your neck and he was hesitant.

“I…. I don’t want to it to hurt… cara mia.” He stroke your cheek and you grabbed his hand.

“Please.”

“Alright amore mio.” You sat up and hugged him, also baring him your neck, which he bit down on shortly after.

“Ahh…” you moaned out, not because of pain but because of pleasure, heard every gulp while he drink your remaining blood. He sensed that you’ll pass soon and stopped.

“I…. Ti amo, mia dolcezza. Remember me.” He said and kissed your already cold lips.

You suddenly woke up in a cold sweat, checking your surroundings, you saw that Penelope was still next to you, still sleeping peacefully. It was late afternoon, almost dark outside. And you just processed what had happened in your dream.

“Oh my Satanas Penelope. You cannot believe what I dreamed of….”

And that night you told every little detail about your dream to Penelope,listened to all of your words.

Little did you know that your favourite Papa’s watching you from afar. Still in his bat form, waiting for the perfect moment to meet you again.

Oh boy. There it is part 2. I genuinely don’t know what I’m doing😂😂 but if hope you like it🤭❤️

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#the band ghost #cardinal copia #ghost bc #papa emeritus iv #ghost #tobias forge #cardinal copia x reader #papa emeritus iv x reader #Dracopia #dracopia x reader #bat!copia

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emeritus-fuckers · 4 months

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I've been debating sharing this, but my pup was diagnosed with cancer on Halloween and put to sleep on the seventh of Dec. I was wondering if you could do a piece with the Papa's/ghouls offering support for their darling?

So sorry for your loss, hope this helps a little x - Nyx

I feel your pain, dude. Lost my cat to cancer and cried hysterically for two days. Take your time to heal. I'm here for ya. - Nosferatu

Ghost characters comforting their s/o after the loss of a pet

Includes: Primo, Secondo. Terzo (drabble), Copia, Old Nihil, Swiss (drabble), Sodo, Mountain and Cumulus.

Primo

He just knows something is wrong before you even get a chance to tell him.

You get home and are instantly greeted by the calming smell of incense mixed in with tea. You smile to yourself when you see the steaming teapot on the table, two cups out beside it.

Primo is sat on the sofa and pats the spot next to him. His expression is one of total understanding. He waits until you are settled before he pours the tea. "You can talk to me caro, whatever you need." He wraps a blanket round you and softly kisses your forehead.

He lets you talk for as long as you need, offering reassurances where he can. You talk about all your happy memories and he also allows you to cry. Holding you close to him. There is something so comofrting about him that it's okay you can let it all out.

That night he holds you close to him and tells you stories about his day in the garden to take your mind off things. His voice is calming and you drift into a peaceful sleep. These tales often involvle the antics of the Ghouls or Terzo sneaking in to try and steal some roses for his latest lover. (Terzo only needs to ask Primo but apparently trying to sneak past his brother is more fun).

Secondo

He takes you into his arms as soon as he sees you. He know something is wrong.

He immediately takes you into his arms and just lets you cry, muttering soft Italians against your head and rocking back and forth softly.

Gently leads you to the bedroom and put's on your favorite movie or show, and just holds you. Making sure you're okay, or as okay as you could be.

Will let you scream or hit his chest, or will hold you so tight that your spine pops.

Makes homemade ice creams and treats, and pulls you closer, even if you cannot get closer. He just wants you to be okay. He hates seeing you cry.

Will get you a hyper realistic plushie of your pet, and makes sure that it's in your arms for the entire time.

Terzo

Terzo greeted you as you walked into his office with a warm smile and affectionate kiss to the cheek. Though when he noticed you seemed upset, they held your jaw tenderly.

“Cara Mia…what’s troubling you so?”

They hold you as long as you need while you talk, rubbing your back and kissing your forehead tenderly. Drying your tears and listening to fond memories of your pup. Sad that you lost such an important companion.

“I am very sorry you lost such an important friend amore. We will make a little remembrance altar when you are up to it. Give such a loyal friend a proper service.”

Once you feel a bit better, he’ll guide you to the bath. Filling it with your favourite scent of bubble bath and lighting your favourite candles. Helping wash your hair and relax you after the stressful day.

Once back in the bed, they’ll give you a massage and let you choose how you both spend the rest of the evening. Holding you close the entire time unless you need anything. Then he’ll spring up and hurry to get it.

You deserve the world, he will strive to give a small part of it to you during this hard time.

Copia

Copia himself is just comforting, you want nothing more than to get home and fall into his arms. You race through the corridors before finally burting into his rooms. He is straight over to you. "Amore, what is wrong, please tell me sì?" When you tell him he pulls you into a tight hug "I am so sorry, but Papa is here for you okay?"

He himself isn't really sure what he can do to help, he wants to help so badly but he is afraid he will do the wrong thing. So he does what used to cheer him up and make him feel safe.

He sits you down and brings you a hot chocolate before sitting next to you and just holding you. The rats also sense something is wrong and they curl up around you two. Some on your lap, your shoulders and one even attempts to sit on your head. Copia catches him when he falls with a squeak, and finally you smile a little.

You can just feel the love from all of them, you are wanted here and you belong. You don't have to pretend to be okay you can just be.

Copia offers to stay up as late as you need, or you can just sleep now in his arms if you want. If you are staying up he'll get his film collection out and put whatever you want on. He'll make popcorn, from scratch. It's literally the most amazing thing you've ever tasted and he can make whatever flavour you want, tonight it's your favourite.

Old Nihil

As oblivious as he often is, he notices you being upset. And he is not fond of that. His sweet darling upset? Absolutely not.

He wants to see you happy! He wants to see you smile!

So he asks you what happened, offering you a shoulder to cry on.

This man has really nice arms, he's gonna hold you in them as love as you need, listening to you weep, rant or even scream if you need.

He doesn't offer solutions, because it doesn't seem like that's what you need at the moment.

Offers you his oxygen machine if you lose breath for whatever reason.

Tries cheering you up with your favorite movie or a private saxophone concert.

Or you can just nap together. Whatever you want.

After you take some time to heal, he might offer to get you a new puppy.

He's gonna be there for you and do the best he can, even at his age.

Swiss

You come home and slowly open the door, Swiss jumps up from the sofa. "Hello my beloved agent of chaos." He can't help but smile at the sight of you, his tail swishing. But then his expression turns more srious, concerned. "what's wrong?" he asks as he runs over to you and picks you up bridal style.

His embrace immediatly makes you feel safe and loved. As you tell him what had happpened, he says softly "Oh...I see, I am so sorry my love." While he tries to think of a solution, he just wants to see you happy again.

Xey carries you through to the bedroom and lays you on the bed. Then xey lies next to you and cuddles you. Xey'll hold you for as long as you need, every now and then xey offers you his vape. The smell of watermelon filling the room, settling over you like a warm comforting blanket.

His first idea is to try and distract you. Xey tell daft jokes and tries to make you smile. But you need so he lies back down holding you and listens, for as long as you need. He does his best to get you to focus on all the happy memories you have with your pup.

His cuddles are just perfect, the most comforting and loving cuddles ever. Xey also kisses you all over, anything it can to help. Once you've cheered up a little he'll start telling dumb jokes or making a fool out of himself just to see you smile. But if that doesn't help just let him know what you need and he will do it.

Sodo

His first reaction is to nuzzle you.

He just sorta lays on top of you for a while and waits for you to speak.

He doesn't want to pressure you, so he just lays there, letting you enjoy your favorite heated blanket.

You open up eventually, telling him about everything that happened.

He offers to let you do absolutely anything you want to his hair.

He pretty much agrees to become your doll for the evening, letting you dress him up, mess with his hair, do his make-up, everything.

You end up having a sleepover, watching shitty horror flicks and eating ice cream together in comfy pjs.

And your warm twink cuddling your worries away.

Somehow you end up with a small hell hound a few weeks later.

Mountain

He refuses to let you go.

Keeps you in his arms and is holding you the entire time, mumbling about how he's here for you.

Wont let you be alone for even one moment, hugging you tight the entire time. Will make you snacks and bake for you.

Offers to braid or brush your hair, and invites you into the garden and green house.

Shitty romance movies and matching pj's.

All the pasrreys you could ever want, and all the forehead kisses. You can cry, scream, or just sit there. Whatever makes you happy.

You end up with a hyper realistic painting of your pet.

Cumulus

She keeps you in her arms the entire time, hugging you tightly.

Sings you lullabies or just hums to help you feel better.

She wants everything to be better for you, no matter what.

She just loves you a lot. And she remembers how happy your pet made you.

Offers to get you a plushie of said pet. Or a tattoo, if you're up for it.

She lets you talk about all the happy moments with your pet. All the cute things.

You're free to use her as a pillow.

She makes you an album with your pet's pictures, with a picture of a new pet on the last page.

"I thought you'd feel good with a new tiny friend."

Primo, Copia and Swiss written by Nyx.

Secondo and Mountain written by Zenith/Jasper.

Terzo written by Death.

Old Nihil, Sodo and Cumulus written by Nosferatu.

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SINCE @rocksanddeadflowers SAID THEY'D LIKE TO READ!! IT'S A TAD EDITED FROM THE NOTESAPP ONE BUT URGH... IT DOESN'T LOSE THE SADNESS...

"L- listen to me Peter-" Jesse sobbed. He gripped his love's face, hand in fair. "Hold on... Please. At least wait until Liz is awake... she would want to say goodbye." Peter leaned into the warm hand of Jeese. "Jess.. Jess... I- It-... I don't want to pass... I want to be there for you.. and Liz... and Nastya... Jonny... You all need me... But-" "Please, Peter. Please... We'll get Carmilla. She'll shave your life. You'll get to be there. You'll get to see the kids grow up... and see Nastya become queen... see the kids get married to their loves like us... You'll get to be there when me and Lizzie are old- and you me and Liz will die together. You're not dying now," Jesse begged. He gripped him tighter and pulled Peter to him, their foreheads touching. "It..." Peter started to cry harder. "It hurts Jess... I- I- Love you... all...." and then Peter went cold in Jesse's hands. "No! NO!" Jesse's shouted, his cries drowning out Lizzie's sleep. She rolled over. "J- Jess? What's wrong? Where's Peter?" "They fucking killed him, Elizabeth. He's dead..." Jesse went silent for a minute. "He didn't want to leave us..." Lizzie processed it for a moment before breaking down. "He- he's dead...? Peter?" Jesse let go of his lifeless love gently and turned and hugged Lizzie. "He has a gash in his chest... they stabbed him... Lizzie, I don't want you to look." "He.. he really is..." She clung to Jesse, a pain being sent through her. A physical and emotional one. "How long was he-" "Only a few minutes. He couldn't hold on long enough to say goodbye to you..." Jesse buried his face in Lizzie's neck. "He said he loved us all though. The handsome son of a bitches last words were 'I love you all'..." Lizzie laughed, only briefly. "Of course it was." "What are we going to do? What the hell are we going to do? They're probably coming for us next... or the kids- Gods, I'll murder someone if they lay a hand on Nastya or Jonny," Jesse hissed. Lizzie pulled him closer. "We'll figure this out later..." She began to cry harder, physical pains piercing her. "Love-" Jesse recoiled, pain being sent through him too. "I'm not going to hear his voice-" Lizzie squeaked through tears. "We're not going to hear his stupidly sweet voice... he's never going to hold me or you again, Jesse." Jesse pulled her closer, their everything being shared and known. The door quietly opened. "Papa? Pere? Mama?" "N- Nastya... baby girl... get Jonny and Carmilla.." Lizzie croaked. "Where is Pe- " Nastya was hit with a flood of emotion. She ran out of the room quickly.

#the consequences of creation and love #writing #I am fucking sobbing #They can't even recover from the emotional pain when the poison kicks in... SOBS #“N- Nastya... baby girl... get Jonny and Carmilla”#UGH!!! THE WHOLE PART WHERE JEESE IS DESCRIBING HOW PETER WONT DIE #HOW HE'LL GET TO SEE IT ALL #ONLY FOR PETER TO PASS IN HIS ARMS #IM PHYSICALLY CRYING #“You'll get to see the kids grow up... and see Nastya become queen... see the kids get married to their loves like us...”#“You'll get to be there when me and Lizzie are old- and you me and Liz will die together.”#IM CRYING REALLY HARD #WHY MUST I DO THIS TO MYSELF

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kindofsortofmaybe · 1 year

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I'll get you home when you are tired

(a huntlow fic)

link to fic on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43407147

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Willow Park had many talents: plant magic, flyer derby, lending an ear… the list wasn’t short. Near the top of it had always been sleeping. She dozed off quickly, slept deeply, and had no problem taking up all the space she needed to get comfortable. It was concerning to her, then, when she found one night that she could not sleep at all.

It wasn’t necessarily surprising. After the events that took place a few weeks prior, with Belos and the Collector… Well, sleepless nights weren’t uncommon among Willow’s friends. But while their worries kept them awake, Willow had always been able to escape her problems by 11:00 PM at the latest.

Well, until tonight.

Willow blinked at the ceiling. Twenty nine, thirty, thirty one… one, two, three, four… She finished and then restarted counting the glow-in-the-dark stars on Luz’s ceiling for the sixth time. It wasn’t helping.

She looked to her left and saw Amity sleeping peacefully on the other cot, Ghost curled up at her side. At least Amity’s sleeping, she thought. Most nights, Willow fell asleep to worried whispers between Amity and Luz and awoke to dark bags under both their eyes. But at the moment, Willow seemed to be the only one awake.

Quietly, she climbed off the cot, dragging the blanket with her. It was a colorful quilt that Luz said her abuela made a long time ago, and Willow liked the soft, worn feeling of the material. She wrapped it around her shoulders and carefully left the room, her feet padding softly on the carpeted floor.

Everything was tinted blue. The Connecticut night sky peeked through the windows and its melancholy light followed Willow down the stairs and into the kitchen. She liked the kitchen. Camila always left on a light, the one above the stove, bathing half the room in a warm yellow. And at this time (looking at the microwave, Willow saw that it was 2:36 AM), when everyone was asleep and the house was still, she could hear the low hum of all the appliances, and there was something comforting about it. (Appliances was a word she learned from Vee. However nightmarish their circumstances were, Willow was still interested in just how much there was to learn about the human realm.) She pulled a chair out from the table. Its wooden legs scraped against the floor in a way that made her cringe, but it wasn’t loud enough to wake anyone. She lowered herself into the seat and propped her chin up on her hands. There was no real reason for her to have moved from her bed to the kitchen table. Maybe she felt better having stretched her limbs a bit, or maybe she just wanted to see that warm yellow light, or maybe… Well, she wasn’t sure. She was just as tired there as she was in Luz’s room, and just as worried, and just as sad.

Willow missed her dads. She tried really, really hard not to miss them; she thought that somehow it would be easier to not think of them at all. Like if she didn’t miss them, it would mean they weren’t really separated. And if she didn’t miss them, she wouldn’t have to wonder how long that would last, how long it would be until she could go home.

But Willow’s heart was big, and extraordinarily tender, and she missed her parents like crazy. She wanted Dad to wrap her up in a safe, warm hug and Papa to sing her a lullaby and stroke her hair like she was a child again. She wanted to go home so bad that she thought her heart was going to burst. But she was hesitant to admit this to anyone. If thinking about her family was hard, talking about them could only be worse. And besides, she wanted to protect her friends as much as she could. They had all suffered so much, and adding her stress to their lists of burdens was the last thing Willow wanted. Her friends were trustworthy and caring, she knew, and she knew that bottling up her feelings wasn’t very smart, but… well. Gus was so young, and Hunter was processing so much, and Amity just looked so tired and Luz was always so far away, even when she was sitting right next to Willow. So if sitting on her hands and clamping her teeth shut was what it took to protect them, then that’s what she would do.

“Willow?” Her train of thought was broken by a soft voice. Looking to the doorway, she saw Hunter and couldn’t help but smile at his messy hair and cardinal pajama pants. “What are you doing up?”

“Just… thinking. I couldn’t sleep” she replied, beckoning him over. After a moment’s hesitation, Hunter walked towards her and tentatively sat in the chair beside hers.

“What about?”

Willow didn’t respond right away. Instead she gazed at Hunter, noting the way that half of his face was illuminated by the stove light while the other remained in shadow. It almost made his eyes look like two different colors. She looked at him and saw his earnest eyes, his open expression, his brows just slightly furrowed in what she thought was concern. She looked at him and saw her friend, and she smiled a little.

“I’m… thinking about my dads, actually,” she replied, averting her gaze to the table. She picked at her fingernails and didn’t see the way Hunter’s expression softened.

“Oh.” The room was quiet for a moment. Willow didn’t expect Hunter’s next words. “Do you want me to make you some tea?”

She looked up at him. “Oh. Sure. Do you know how?”

“Yeah,” he said, rising from his chair. “Camila taught me. She made me some, um, carmo— cam—” he struggled to remember the name of the tea as he rummaged through a cabinet, but eventually found what he was looking for and read the label on the box. “...chamomile tea. She made me some chamomile tea the other night when I, uh, couldn’t sleep. She said it relaxes you, I think.” Hunter filled a kettle with water and set it on the stove before setting out two mugs. One was plain and red, and the other had a pattern of mushrooms.

“Well, thank you. Maybe it’ll help.” Willow’s expression was fond as she watched him. Hunter was extremely interested in human customs and culture, and he was a fast learner, making him one of the most functional members of the group. Willow liked watching him learn and carry out human tasks. It reminded her how smart and capable he was, which relieved some of the worry for him that had permanently settled in the back of her mind. He was just so, so good, and he had been through so much already. She couldn’t help but feel anxious over his wellbeing.

Hunter returned to his seat while he waited for the water to boil. He started to say something, then stopped, but after a few seconds he quietly said, “Do you… want to talk about it?”

Gazing out the window rather than at her friend, Willow frowned. Did she?

Hunter saw the look on her face, saw the gears turning in her head, and he knew that she was calculating her response carefully. He knew she was considering every possible factor: how it would make him feel, whether she would sound whiny, how she could say no without being rude or yes without oversharing. True, he had only known her for a short time, but she was one of his best friends; he knew that she was caring to a fault.

“You don’t have to,” he said softly after a moment. “I just—” The whistling kettle interrupted him. Hunter hurried to the stove to quiet it and returned a few moments later with two steaming mugs of still-steeping tea. He set the one with the mushroom pattern in front of Willow. Again, the room fell to silence, until they both tried to speak at once.

“I didn’t—”

“I was—”

“Sorry, you go first,” said Willow. She stirred her tea idly.

“I was…” Hunter looked at her with eyes full of worry and sympathy and good intentions. “I was just going to say that you must be so, so tired.”

Oh. Well, that did it. His words made Willow feel seen and cared for and they cracked her right open. She stared at the table and a few warm tears slipped down her cheeks. “Um… yeah. Yeah, I am. I’m really tired.”

Hunter reached for the hand closest to him, which was resting on the side of her mug. “Can I…?”

Willow didn’t say anything, but she took his outstretched hand in her own and squeezed it tightly, their fingers woven together. He felt warm and solid and comforting, and it anchored her.

“Sorry,” she said, wiping her eyes and trying to smile. “Sorry, I—”

“Please don’t say sorry. You… you don’t have to say sorry to me, Captain.”

Willow smiled at the nickname and this time, it was real. She looked up at Hunter. He was already looking at her, his expression sympathetic and his cheeks tinted red.

“Okay, I won’t apologize. But can I say thank you?”

“Oh, um, I— what for?”

“I don’t know. For making me tea. For holding my hand. For being my friend.”

“Oh. Well… consider me thanked.”

Willow laughed a little bit. She took her hand from his and hoped she didn’t imagine the look of disappointment that crossed his face at the loss of contact. It was short lived. Using her freed hand, she grabbed the side of the quilt and wrapped it around Hunter’s shoulders so that they were side by side in its warmth. Slowly, cautiously, she wrapped her arms around his torso.

“Is this okay?”

“It’s— Yes! I mean, yes. Uh, I mean—” Willow laughed softly, cutting off Hunter’s flustered stuttering. She fit her arms snugly around him and rested her head on his collarbone.

“I just need a hug.”

Hunter gingerly returned her embrace, allowing her a few seconds to change her mind before tightening his hold on her.

“Yeah. I… I think I do too,” he said. Willow hummed in response. His arms felt warm and safe and comfortable, and she decided that she should hug Hunter more often. She listened to the hum of the refrigerator and he watched the steam rising from their mugs. They were both still.

“I… miss my dads. A lot. And I want to go home,” Willow whispered. Hunter tightened his hold on her momentarily in a gesture of comfort.

“I’m sorry,” he replied quietly. “We’ll get you home to them. I’ll get you home. I promise.” Hunter placed a gentle kiss on the top of Willow’s head. “I promise.”

This time, it was Willow’s cheeks that were red. Oh, she thought. That was nice.

They stayed in each other’s arms for several minutes. Willow’s leg was sort of falling asleep, and Hunter’s arms were kind of tired, but neither of them wanted to be the first to move away. So they stayed there, wrapped up in each other and in an old, well-loved quilt, illuminated half by the yellow stove light and half by the silver moon, and Willow thought that she felt a little closer to home than she did before.

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[I haven't posted on here in ages so here's some post-canon, fluff and angst JeanKasa + Baby 💕🍼]

Jean ran from the car to the front door right as he pulled the handbrake: both from the excitement of finally seeing his family again, but he'd also forgotten his umbrella.

He opened the door, and no "I'M HOMEEEEE" was needed, that Mikasa clinged onto him as soon as he came into her field of view.

No room for words or greetings, before they got tired of kissing, resting their foreheads against their spouse's, and kissing again.

"Fuck, I missed you.."

"That was my line.."

A final kiss, and finally: "Welcome back, honey.."

"I missed you like air, precious. How are you feeling..? Got any headaches while I was away?"

"Mh, barely.. Marco kept me busy enough anyway."

Taking his hat and jacket off, dropping his suitcase next to the hanger, Jean looked around for the crib. He could smell it again, that newborn smell.

"He's right next to the fireplace, it was even colder until about an hour ago. I'll prepare a warm bath for you while you say hi to him, boo.."

"Oh, go sit down a little, Mikasa. You must be exhausted."

"You look more exhausted, Jean. C'mon, let me spoil you too sometimes, or I'll feel even more guilty.."

They really were kiss-deprived, still.

"Alright, you win.. Let me watch him until it's time to make dinner while you rest a bit, okay?"

"After you'll have your very-late-lunch, then that's a deal.."

That sounded the tiniest bit like a threat, but he felt pampered and loved.

"So, who do we have here again..?"

Peeking over the crib, Jean whispered.

"Hey, he's grown a little..!"

Taking measurements of his son with his hands, gently and barely brushing his raven locks while being careful not to wake him up by tickling his toes, Jean watched over the bundle in adoration.

"Here, sweetie: Papa got ya this from his work trip, for your first monthly birthday, you can take the time to enjoy when you wake up, 'aight..?"

Mikasa's eyes got wet before she could even approach the crib and look at the present; Jean hugged her and lightly kissed her head, twice.

They took deep and long breaths looking down at their baby: Mikasa cupped in hers the man's hand that rested on the crib, to feel his warmth.

"Holy, you're so cold Mikasa.. Mind joining me for the bath?"

Resting her hands on his cheek and shoulder, she realised that she was, indeed, very cold.

She was always cold, and married to a human stove; no wonder they became parents within two years from their first date.

"Of course."

She kissed his lips, before she headed for the upstairs to get the bath warm and ready.

While Jean, kept an eye on little Marco as he had his lunch, too.

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Mikasa smiled as she was finally done waiting for her husband to join her on the couch; she was right about to fall asleep, listening to the white noises of the water running down the sink and the wood burning in the fireplace.

"Is it warm enough, honey?"

"Yeah, it's perfect.."

Then, finally, her man joined her: scooping her up in his arms, they curled around each other in the corner of their couch.

Laying her head on his chest, Mikasa took a deep breath: a tear ran down her eye, she couldn't help it.

Jean said nothing, but added one more kiss on her forehead.

"Deep breaths, precious..."

"I'm okay, just... very emotional, still. I think my period's coming back already."

Jean snorted, lightly: "Phew, it's kind of too early for a baby sister, yet..."

"Jean..!"

She almost hissed, playfully.

She wasn't like that before she got comfortable with Jean: he'd driven her to teach herself how to be silly and light as a little girl again.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you on the phone.."

"Mh, what is it?"

Resting her chin on his chest, looking up to stare back into the man's eyes, Mikasa massaged his beard while he ran his fingers down her long hair.

"Marco's been smiling, these past couple of days. I-I almost cried when he first smiled at me.."

"That's so cute, he loves his mama so much..! Why are you sad, beautiful?"

"It's dumb."

"I bet it's not. You can tell me, if you want."

The woman kept silent for a few seconds: she listened to the wood burning in the fireplace, the baby's noises as he still slept, her man's heart beating regularly.

"Such a tiny thing, smiling at me... do I deserve it?"

Jean's heart skipped some beats, under her cheek. "Why do you doubt that, honey?"

"These hands were covered in blood. The same hands that touch our child now."

The man was left speechless for a moment. The silence was broken by baby Marco's cries; Mikasa got up immediately, and Jean followed her.

"What is it, sweetie pie..?" Mikasa kissed her baby, holding him on her chest. The boy stopped crying the second he could smell Mama again.

"Look who's back..! Is that Papa? Is it your Papa?"

"Yeah, buddy, hello..! Have you seen your new toy?"

Jean picked up from the crib the tiny duck plushie he'd bought at the market in Liberio, strolling down a street that hadn't been 'fixed' yet. He couldn't believe he and his wife had been parents for a full month, already: his hands shaked a bit when his son gripped his tiny fists around his finger.

"He's gonna love it, Jean.. Oh, are you hungry..?"

That boy was indeed hungry.

Jean burped him afterwards, and had him lay on his chest for some bonding quality time. Mikasa was so glad she'd found such a sweet and caring man, a present father, a dedicated husband and a best friend for life.

She smiled softly at her boys, not thinking of anything else for once.

Jean noticed: "Are you feeling better, precious?"

He realised he'd made a mistake when he witnessed his wife snapping out of that longed-for peace of mind, back to the real world.

Jean bit his own tongue.

"I'm sorry, Mikasa."

That couldn't possibly be enough, so he added: "We can't erase the past, it'll stay there. And my hands were covered in blood, too. Since we had Marco, I keep thinking of the children I might have made orphans without knowing it."

"What will he think of us, when he finds out?" Mikasa's voice broke in the middle of that sentence.

Jean didn't have an answer to that: he was mortally scared of that, too.

"I... don't know yet. We don't have to tell him, necessarily."

"He'll find out one way or the other. Will we ever stop having night terrors?"

Jean clenched his lips.

He repeated: "I don't know yet."

"Sorry, I'm stressing you out too, now."

She thought that the man needed a kiss on the forehead, so she kissed him.

"It's alright, we can't pretend like we haven't done the things we've done. But we happened to live during very hard times, and we'll raise a smart child that will be able to consider the context once he's grown."

"It just feels unfair to him. I'd feel bad if I found out today, that my late parents had killed people before I was born."

Jean nodded to that, wiping his eyes. It was clear, he didn't really believe in what he'd just said.

"Do I deserve to have children?"

"You do. You're the best mother ever."

"How can you say that?"

"You have had the roughest childhood and adolescence that led you into a very much complicated adulthood, to this day. Still, you're so sweet to this boy and he's your everything, isn't he..?"

"You're part of my 'everything' too, Jean." She couldn't put into words how glad she was, she had someone like Jean in her life.

"I love you." It slipped out of Jean's mouth without him realising it, but he of course meant it.

"I love you too." She thought kisses on the cheek to be special, almost as special as kisses on the lips.

They went on with their day avoiding the matter again, they didn't want to suffer anymore for a few hours.

But as she fed her baby in the middle of the night, to try and soothe him back to sleep when everything else had failed, Mikasa realised what Jean was trying to say, that afternoon.

And she told him, as she closed the door to their bedroom behind her back again. She found her favourite tea to be waiting for her.

"It's too early to get up yet. Let's sleep a couple more hours, then in the morning I'll chop some more wood so it'll be all set for when my mother comes babysitting."

The ravenette suddenly remembered: it was her birthday already, the clock said it was past midnight.

"Happy birthday, Mikasa."

Jean swore to himself he was going to do everything in his power, to make her special day even more special.

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