#tiny duck is precious and i love them
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S/o stole their favorite tiefling bachelors shirt! How do said bachelors get it back?
I've been looking forward to writing this request for ages and as soon as I started it I got writers block, like a total chump. I did add on Rugan though so please accept that as my apology everyone! I hope you're all having a lovely valentines and staying safe <3
The bachelors (+Rugan) when you steal their shirt
Dammon
Dammon simply doesn't even try
What's the point when he thinks they look better on you than on him?
This man adores seeing you in his shirts and there's no way he's going to try and stop you wearing them
One of the best feelings for Dammon is coming in after a long day in the forge and seeing you asleep in bed wearing his shirt
He loves how the fabric hangs off you, how you smell more like him whenever you wear his clothes
It's a sight that never fails to make him pause and just admire you
Sometimes if he sees you wearing his shirt around the house he'll jokingly drape his apron over you, refering to you as the new master blacksmith
You'll often find he also likes to leave his shirts in oddly convenient places for you to 'steal'
Dammon can't get enough of you, especially when you're wearing his clothing
Zevlor
This man takes meticulous care of his belongings
He knows exactly what he owns, where it is, and what condition it's in
So when Zevlor can't seem to find his only clean shirt at the end of the week, he's more than a bit confused
You'll find him peering into your room in his shirtless glory and asking if you've seen his shirt
His words pause when he actually gets a good look at you though, seeing a greatly oversized linen shirt draped over you
Zevlor can't pull his gaze away from you and only comes back to reality when you ask what he needed
After clearing his throat, Zevlor tells you it was nothing and ducks away to find another shirt that might be passable
Discovering you stealing his shirt is almost too much for his heart to take, and his mind definitely drifts back to it throughout the day
You'll end up finding that Zevlor will offer to lend you his shirt every so often after this
Rolan
Rolan, despite how reserved and mature he comes off, is a menace in the mornings
Bleary eyed and already annoyed, he spends this particular morning desperately searching for that one shirt that best matches his work robes
That is, until you walk into the room holding a steaming hot cup of coffee and wearing a familiar starched shirt
You can see the way gears turn in his head as he realises that's where his precious clothing has gone
It's easy to make the assumption that Rolan has actually suddenly fallen ill with the way his face flushes
Not only does he suddenly feel very parched, but he also doesn't quite have the words to say for once
So instead he brusquely accuses you of stealing his favourite shirt
It's hard not to laugh at the poor man, scowling and blushing with crossed arms as he finally get the words out
Just pass him the coffee with a kiss and all will be forgiven
Rugan
This daring adventurer has come to expect things getting misplaced or stolen
What he didn't expect was for you to be the perpetrator
But there you are, standing before him in only his shirt and a tiny pair of shorts
He's all too happy to stop and admire the view, affectionately calling you 'a sight for sore eyes' as he saunters closer
Rugans hands pull you into him by the waist, leaning down slightly so he can kiss you
It's as he kisses you, passionately, that his hands slowly start to pop open the shirts buttons
It's only when you think Rugan might finally toss you onto the bed that he pulls the shirt on himself and sends you a cheeky wink
As gorgeous as you look in his clothes, Rugans an expert at getting stolen items back
#bri answers#baldurs gate 3#bg3#baldurs gate 3 x reader#bg3 x reader#baldurs gate 3 dammon#bg3 dammon#dammon x reader#baldurs gate 3 zevlor#bg3 zevlor#zevlor x reader#baldurs gate 3 rolan#bg3 rolan#rolan x reader#baldurs gate 3 rugan#bg3 rugan#rugan x reader
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-So Jeff is a S.H.I.E.L.D agent in my AU (he’s also an agent in canon but I digress). Him and Miles usually dont see each other "on the field" but sometimes Jeff has tasks that involve him and his co-workers going around the city. And every once in a blue moon Miles will see him. And in those moments he does this. Everyone in shield knows that they're father and son cuz its fuckin shield and they know everything about their heros. And while they aren't techhhnically supposed to do this for identity protection reasons...nobody stops Miles when he does this. Nobody has the heart to. Certainly not Jeff's coworkers. Also Miles is already an affectionate person but when he sees his dad in work mode he gets super excited and reverts back to being a tiny bby and calls his dad "papa" like how he did when he was a small boy. And sometimes if he sees that Miles is injured he’ll patch him up and ask him how he’s doing.
-They don’t see each other as often as they want to due to Miles being at school and being Spider-Man and Jeff being at work more often then he should. So these moments are very precious to them.
-He calls him papa when he's super affectionate or feeling super vulnerable (like when he caught a fever and he felt super delirious and exhausted) he’ll even crawl up under him too if he’s feeling that affectionate.
-Jeff is happy to know he still calls him papa cuz it means he's not growing up too fast and he's still his baby duck.
-Miles just really loves his dad.
#my drawings#artist on tumblr#art#au#spiderman#ultimate spider man#miles morales#marvel#jefferson morales
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Pilot sev and flight attendant reader
Soldier sev and army nurse reader
I see your outlaw sev and tavern owner reader and raise you outlaw sev with a crooked sheriff reader
lastly produce farmer reader and dairy farmer sev
omg mars the last one... so so sos so cute
men and minors dni
you wake up to the sound of bleating outside your window.
you live on a small strawberry farm, known for having the juiciest, sweetest berries in town. it's just a few acres of land, but it's your pride and joy. besides the strawberry fields, you have a tiny pond for your ducks, a patch of wildflowers for your bees, and a backyard garden for yourself. it's your sanctuary.
your bedroom windows look out onto your sprawling strawberry fields. you blearily push yourself off the bed and rub your eyes to see what's going on outside, and shake your head in disbelief when you see three sheep in your strawberry patch, having the time of their lives as they feast on the fruit.
you groan and roll your eyes.
this is the third time this month.
you quickly pull a robe over your pajamas and shove your work boots on, running out to the strawberry field and trying to scare the sheep away. waving your hands and yelling as you run at them, you're making a fool of yourself, and clearly, the sheep don't give a fuck. they know you, by now, they know you're harmless. they just stare at you as they continue to chew your plants. when you try shoving the 200 pound animals, they stay standing, solid and unbothered. you groan.
behind you, the sound of a sputtering truck grows. you chuckle as you turn around and watch sevika's beat up pick up pull into your driveway.
she scrambles out of the car, her hair a mess, her pants unbuttoned and unzipped over her boxers, her wife pleaser on backwards and her shoelaces undone as she stumbles over to you with a bashful smile. you laugh at the sight of her.
"i'm sorry!" she exclaims as you give her a faux-scolding look. you just roll your eyes as she runs over to you.
"third time this month sev! i'm not gonna have any berries left to sell by the end of the month!" you complain as sevika starts wrangling her sheep.
"can you really blame them though? your strawberries are the best i've ever had." she says as she starts walking her first sheep back to the truck. you walk with her.
"whatever." you say.
the two of you have been friends since she moved on the property next door, starting her own sheep farm. managing a farm is hard, and managing a farm by yourself is harder, and the two of you became fast friends as you bonded over the unique struggles that come along with being a solo farmer. you're not mad at her when her sheep get out-- you can barely keep up with your farm and your plants can't even walk-- you have no idea how sevika manages as well as she does.
she makes up for the lost berries due to her sheep in plenty of ways. in the winter, sevika chops wood for your fireplace, delivers a fresh stack every morning on your front door along with a fresh bottle of milk, or a wool sweater or scarf she knitted herself. in the summer, you always get first pick on her home brewed wine and cheeses.
plus, you get to ogle her doing physical labor anytime her sheep wander over to yours, so you really can't be upset.
you giggle as sevika loads her first sheep onto the truck. the back of her head is a rat's nest-- she clearly slept well last night. she turns around to glare at you.
"what?" she demands.
"you're a mess." you say, approaching her and gently running your fingers through her hair, trying to tame it. you give up-- not wanting to tug on any knots, and bring your hands down to flick at the tag sticking out of the front of her shirt between her collarbones. "your pants aren't even zipped." you say with a laugh.
sevika huffs. "i was in a rush. i know how protective you are of your precious berries." she grunts. you laugh.
"you're cute." you say.
sevika blushes, her brown cheeks transforming into a lovely dusky rose as she ducks her head and scratches the back of her neck. you grin.
this is probably your favorite thing about sevika-- nice as she is for all the other favors she helps you out with on the farm-- she's fucking adorable. and she's clearly got no idea.
you've been trying to get her to ask you out for six months now. you see the way she looks at you, especially when you're out in the fields in just a tank top, shorts, and some sunscreen. you see the way her eyes linger each night she walks you back to your home after you share dinner at hers, like she wants to duck down and kiss you goodnight, but just can't.
so you've started laying it on pretty thick. strawberry pies on her porch, the crust in the shape of a heart; shamelessly groping her biceps while she's working; keeping your bedroom curtains open when you change, knowing the only one who can see you is sevika from her bedroom across the way.
she's been a clueless, stuttering mess. it just makes you want her more.
sevika's grunting as she wrangles the second sheep, and you bite your lip as you watch. she's so fucking hot it drives you crazy.
"wh-- fuckin' watchin it billy-- what are you smiling at?" she asks as she starts leading billy to the truck. you shrug as you follow her.
"how stupid you are." you say. sevika glares at you.
"it's not my fault they keep breaking out of the fence, okay? i'm trying to get the guy to come down to fix it but--"
"no, not that." you say with a giggle. sevika pouts.
"well what then?" she asks as she wrangles billy in the back of the truck. you laugh, and sevika stalks back over to you, glaring at you. "tell me." she demands.
"you know if it was anyone else's sheep comin' over to trample my plants and eat all my berries i'd be pissed." you say. sevika gulps.
"i really am sorry--"
"no, sevika." you cut her off. "i'm trying to tell you that i'm not upset." you say as the two of you walk back to get the final sheep.
"...why?" she asks. you roll your eyes.
"why do you think?" you ask. sevika blinks.
"i dunno, 'cause your arms are too wimpy to chop wood on your own?" she asks as she wraps her arms around the sheep's neck. you laugh.
"could be that. could be that i gotta crush on you, though." you say.
sevika's grip falters, and the sheep gets loose, pushing her onto her ass as it escapes her grasp. she falls into a puddle of mud, her eyes wide and locked on you, completely uncaring about what just happened.
you double over in laughter. sevika stays on her ass, blinking up at you.
"wh-- really?" she asks. you smile and reach out to help her to her feet. when she's standing, you don't let go of her hand.
"yeah." you say. sevika blinks.
"oh." she says. then, "i'm a fucking idiot." she groans. you giggle.
"yeah, a bit." you say. "i've been... really fucking obvious."
"i thought you were just being friendly!"
"were you being friendly when you knit me that heart sweater?" you ask. sevika blushes again.
"well... no. but i thought i was being subtle!"
you grin. "you weren't." you say. sevika bites her lip.
"oh. well." she clears her throat. "uh, if you give me an hour to get the sheep back home and feed 'em breakfast and take a shower... maybe we could... eat breakfast together?" she asks. you giggle.
"you mean like how we've been eating breakfast together like three times a week since we met?" you tease her. sevika huffs and rolls her eyes.
"i would take you into town if you weren't in that feud with the fry cook at maria's diner!" she says. you laugh.
"breakfast sounds great." you say. sevika grins, big and cheesy, and you squeeze her hands. "but only if i get to make out with you once we're done." you say. sevika's eyes go wide and her cheeks darken again.
"...we could do that before breakfast, too." she whispers. you grin, then lean in to pull her in for a quick peck. sevika sighs against you, wrapping her arms around your waist and holding you tight, not letting you pull away as she deepens the kiss.
when she pulls away, ten minutes later, she's got stars in her eyes, and you've got a puddle in your pants.
the sheep she'd loaded into her truck have escaped, back to munching on your berries.
you don't care. especially not when sevika leans in for another kiss.
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.ೃ࿐How we met*ೃ༄
Husband!Han x wife!fem!reader
Category: fluff ❤,angst ☁︎ (technically their is some smut, maybe a tiny tiny bit, you won't even notice!)
Warnings: ♡ None ♡ (a tiny tiny tiny bit smut, but you won't notice)
You were happily married to your highschool sweetheart, Han Jisung. You had three beautifull children. Two boys and one girl, the boys were named Han Jr. and Sungie. The girl was named Scarlett-Soo, (you named her).
The two boys were already teenagers and the girl had just turned nine. One day you were in the kitchen, cooking some food. Your daughter came up to you and asked:
'엄마 (mama), how did you and 다다이즘 (dada) meet?'
You smiled , those precious moments, your teenage years were filled with Hannie, your precious husband, your entire world.
'I met your 다다이즘 (dada) a long time ago...'
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How you met is a very beautiful story. It was a beautiful day... in the 90s... a beautiful school day. This day, April 10, 1994, would change everything for you. Exactly 30 years ago you met the love of your life...
You were 14 at the time in 1994. You were a troublemaker, a real teenager.
You were in class, of course you were sitting very far away from your best friend. You could never be quiet and always burst into fits of laughter.
'Good morning students. Everyone, pick up your books on page 224. Today we're going to delve deeper into the literature of William Shakespeare.'
Here we go again, you thought. Suddenly the classroom door opened and you saw a boy standing there. Your eyes were immediately glued to him.
"I apologize for disturbing you, but I have a new student here for you."
He gave some documents to your teacher, he read them thoroughly.
“Han Jisung… welcome to this school. You can take a seat in the front row next to…”
his gaze suddenly turned cold “…I/N Y/N.”
he pointed in your direction. Of course you knew that your teacher never liked you, ever since day one, but that didn't bother you. You liked some challenges.
The boy named Han looked in your direction. His face radiated a kind of friendliness.
“Howdy neighbor, my name is Y/N.”
"Hey, my name is Han, Han Jisung."
'Cool.'
Such an innocent introduction grew into something much bigger, and you didn't even realize it at the time.
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The two of you were running from a teacher. Why actually? Han was a real joker and troublemaker just like you. You placed small needles on your teacher's chair, I don't have to explain the rest.
You were laughing as you ran. Everyone could hear an ego from your laughter. Of course you were the only ones who were so loud.
'Anyway.'
"Maybe we should use super glue..."
'Or duck tape...'
'Or rope...'
'We are brilliant.'
"That's because there are two of us."
'Better a duo than uno.'
“Wise words from Han Jisung.”
'Fantastic.'
you gave each other a high-five.
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“Hello Miss I/N.”
Han said to your mother.
'Ahh, hello Han. How's school? Didn't you play too many tricks?'
"No, not too much."
She laughed.
"You two sneaks go upstairs."
'Thank you, Madam.'
Your mother thought you were hilarious, of course if it went too far, she would stop it. But you were raised very well, with the idea of still showing respect.
The two of you went to your room. You had a boombox in your room with all kinds of CDs. Han turned on some music and you started dancing and singing together. You held hands and started spinning each other around.
Your parents heard you from downstairs.
"These two scoundrels." your mother laughed.
'Just like us.' your father added with a kiss.
Your father and mother loved each other dearly.
"Those two are going to end up together."
'Do you think?'
'I don't think, I know.'
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1997
'Hannie!'
you shouted whenever you saw him. You ran to him and brought him in for a cuddle.
'How are you doing?'
"You act like we haven't seen each other for years."
'Alright sir. Did anything special happen?'
His face lit up.
"Yes, I dared to ask a girl out!"
You were super happy for him.
'Real?! Finally, what's her name?'
“Her name is Jennie, she's in my English class. She has beautiful black hair and she's just so... I don't know how to explain it.'
'Aww, Hannie. Do you know what to do? Introduce her to our friend group!'
'Is that a good idea?'
'Sure!
' You were happy for him...
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After school, Han took Jennie to the skate park, where your group of friends always sat. She was very friendly and happy.
Your group of friends consisted of Lee Know, you, Han, Hanni and Jin. Everyone liked her except Hanni... because she was actually trying to set you up with Han.
You were all chatting with each other when suddenly Han gave Jennie a little kiss.
Something inside you broke. You thought maybe it was normal because you were a single pringle and always have been. Maybe it's just weird to see that.
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You tried to convince yourself for a month that this wasn't a crush. No, that's just not possible, this was Han. Han your best friend. Ordinary Han.
After a while you started dreaming about him too. Sometimes tears would well up in your eyes when you talked to Jennie. It wasn't until a week later that you realized... you were in love with him....
Of course the first person you told was Hanni, your best friend. It was immediate drama.
“Are you serious Y/N?! I've been trying to set you up for years, and only now have I stopped doing so.'
"How could I know that?"
"Because you know your feelings, right?" '
Yes I think..'
"Look, Han has a girlfriend now." "
Yes, I know, but every time I see them..."
tears came to your eyes.
"...I-I don't know why...but..."
Hanni hugged you.
'Shh, I get it, I get it, you compris je comprends. Look, if it's true love, fate will do you good.'
'Do you think?'
'I don't just think so, I definitely am'
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2000
You were now 19. And still Han didn't break up with his girlfriend, Jennie. You weren't angry about that, of course, but it was painful to see them kissing or hugging each other.
Of course if Han was happy, you were happy too, you always wished him happiness.
One day you thought, I'm nineteen, maybe I should try to get to know someone? Maybe that will help me? Maybe... You and Han drifted a little further apart, but not too far.
One day you met someone, his name was Changbin, you wanted to introduce him to the rest... You went to the skate park with him, after all these years it was still your meeting place.
'Hello everyone, I want to introduce someone to you. This is Changbin.”
Han looked up at him and you. At first he thought it was strange that you hadn't said anything about it, but that wasn't always the case.
Changbin's arm surrounded you, which bothered Han a bit, but he had a girlfriend, so... Everyone thought Changbin was fantastic. They thought he was hilarious and his laughter was contagious.
When he started laughing, everyone around him automatically laughed too, except Han...
Han didn't know what was wrong with him. Something stuck in his heart. He just couldn't bear it.
Eventually he also started to neglect his girlfriend a bit. They eventually broke up.
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2002
After two years, you and Changbin broke up. It wasn't a bad break up. You still remained friends. It was a bit difficult at first, but after two months you were back on your own two feet. You were at university at that time, so your studies were more important.
You and Han still hadn't shared your feelings with each other, even though everyone in your group of friends knew what was going on between you. It was just too hard. You were both too scared to lose your friendship. Of course you guys went on innocent dates sometimes, if you know what I mean.
In 2002 you also started your own career. You had a great passion for music, so you started your own band. It was called Xoxo. That band put you in the spotlight. It was a very popular band in the 2000s.
Your concept changed fashion. You were in that band with four other girls. Collette, Coraline, Violette and Diasy. You always just called them: Coll, Cori, Vicky and Dia. Han also came into the spotlight through his boy group Straykids. It was a strange year, 2002.
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2006
When you were 25, the girlgroup Xoxo disbanded. The girls still had fame, everyone went their own path. You went off to the path of acting.
You and Han had finally shared your feelings towards each other. After so many years, you finally dared to take each other's hands and start a new chapter in your lives. Of course you didn't get married right away. Even though you loved each other for 9 years.
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2009
You and Han got married in 2009. It was a beautiful wedding, very traditional. The wedding party was attended by his boy group Straykids, of course the former members of Xoxo and not forgetting your group of friends from your teenage years.
Your parents told all kinds of stories about the two of you, back when you were teenagers. The wedding night was the best night of your life. It was full of love and passion, the love and passion you shared for each other.
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2010
2010 was the birth of your first child, Han Jr. Han didn't leave your side during the birth. He held your hand the whole time.
You were proud of yourselves for being able to create something so wonderful. Such a beautiful little baby. Han thought it was so wonderful that tears rolled down his cheeks.
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2011
Your second baby boy was born, Sungie. The birth took 20 hours, not the birth itself, but to get to 10 centimeters. It was a hard time that day, but you did it. You could say Sungie was a very special baby boy, he had the perfect weight and perfect measurements, but every baby is special in his own way.
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2015
You and Han focused for a while on your careers and on your two baby boys. But one day, you accidently got pregnant. Not really 'accidently', but the pregnancy wasn't planned. When you two found out it was a girl, you were pretty excited. A little baby girl, Han's little princess.
The moment Han saw her, he couldn't get away from her. She was daddy's little princess, she still is and forever will be.
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2015-2024
Through the years you won many oscars and Han many grammy's. Straykids did eventually disband, but they were still very close. People always asked how you two always stayed this young. You could say that your kids kept you youthy, but you two always were very childish. Han didn't even change a bit, you didn't either. You love grew foreachother everyday. You two still acted a bit like horny teenagers when you two were home alone.
Han Jr. was alreaddy populair at school, you couldn't say you were suprised. He had the looks and the character from his dad, no wonder the girls twirl around him.
Sungie was a more shy-type, but that doesn't mean people liked him less. He had a very unique personality and he was a mix between you and Han. He had your eyes, Han's nose, your lips, Han's faceshape.
Scarlett-Soo was maybe daddy's girl, but she was the mini-verse of you. She was alreaddy a mischief at a young age, but you controlled it well.
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'And thats how we met Soo-Soo.'
'Wow, thats a longgg story 엄마.'
'Yeah thats love sweetty.'
'What are mine two favorite lady's talking about?' Han came inside of the kitchen.
' 엄마 told me how you two met, 다다이즘' (Mama,........ dada.)
Han came standing next to you, with his arm around your waist.
'Is that so?'
'예!' (Yes)
'Why won't you go play with your 형제, 좋아요?' (....,brothers, okay?)
'알았어, bye 엄마 아빠' (Okay,... mama and dada.)
Scarlett ran outside and started to look for her brothers.
'I hope you only told them the good stuff.' he smirked.
'With you theirs only the good stuff.' you grinned.
He brought your two lips together and kissed you softly. He bit playfully your underlip.
'Not when the kids are around,아기.' (..... darling.)
'When do their uncels come over?' he asked
'In a hour.'
'Hmmm, i will try to wait for a hour.'
'Hmm you better do baby.'
You heard your kids footsteps so you two started to talk about an other theme.
'The weather is great today, don't you think?' he said
'Oh yeah the weather, yeah its beautifull, don't you think?'
'Yeah, its beautifull.'
''알았어, Soo is annoying me again!' Sungie screamed.
'사실이 아니다!' (Not true!')
You picked her up and started rocking her.
'당신의 삼촌 , they come in less than a hour.' (Your uncels,....)
'Yay!' she moved excited.
You loved your family, you couldn't imagine your life without them. Everything was perfect, even tho sometime's there were arguments. But a marriage with no arguments, is no marriage.
'I will dress this little hamster up.'
'Okay baby.' he kissed your cheek.
'Ewww.' Han Jr. mummered.
'Love is love.' Han sang.
Love is indeed love.
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In the dream, Dean walked through the bunker, or a facsimile of it, the hallways' angles not quite true, the rooms not quite plumb. His hands were bloody the first time he looked down at them, dusty the second time. It took him long minutes to walk up the metal staircase because there were twice as many steps as usual, with a curling ascent that made him a little dizzy. The heavy door was hard to open. With his weight against it, it opened with an echoing thunk; he fell into a field of knee-high grass and chicory as blue as Cas's eyes.
An empty field. His palms were still ashen.
The sorrow that tore through his body woke him more than the fall did. He blinked up at the wooden beams hatched across the farmhouse bedroom ceiling and tried to catch his breath. A tear slid down into his right ear and made him flinch. After a few swallows, he sat up and stretched. Rubbed his eyes dry. Noticed a strange brightness flaring around the perimeter of the bedroom's window curtain and let the ache behind his ribcage fade.
His feet registered the chill of the floor before the rest of him did and he skipped over to the window on tiptoe. With the curtain open the source of the light proved to be dawn illuminating the skim of snow atop everything in the yard – a powdered sugar dusting, surprising only because 24 hours ago it'd been 60F degrees outside.
He was gargling mouthwash when elsewhere in the house it sounded like someone was fighting off ninjas with a cookie sheet.
"You okay?" Dean asked at the kitchen doorway.
Cas, startled, dropped a metal pie plate (again) and groaned. "I'm sorry." He picked up the wayward pan and inspected it for dents before putting it firmly on the counter. "I didn't mean to wake you." He turned to give a more settled smile. "Hello, Dean."
Dean snuck in and wrapped Cas up in a hug before he could move away. "Good morning," he whispered into Cas's soft hair.
"Happy birthday," Cas said, his voice still smiling. He pulled back enough to look up at Dean, typical earnestness all over his face. "I guess my surprise won't be much of one now."
Dean blinked as the pie plate suddenly made sense. "Are you making me pie?" Delight bubbled up in his chest as Cas mouthed yes; Dean let his hands slide to Cas's waist and held on, anchoring himself there.
Cas ducked his head. "I was going to try." He glanced at a cookbook cracked open on the nearby table where they usually drank coffee and watched the sun rise, and beside it a bowl, a stick of butter, the canister labeled 'flour' and the canister labeled 'sugar', three loose eggs, a big wooden spoon, and a bag of nutmeats.
"Pecan. My favorite." Dean kissed the side of Cas's head. "Would you like some help?"
After a pause, Cas said, "No." He didn't sound sure of the answer. "It's your birthday. You should take the day off. I can manage." His hands on Dean's chest were another anchor.
"It is my birthday, so I think I should get to choose how to spend the morning." Dean quirked an eyebrow the way Cas often did when he was being bossy. "And I would like to help you make the best pecan pie either of us has ever eaten." He let his expression sweeten as a flush crept across Cas's cheeks. "Please."
Cas nodded, eyes shining. Dean gathered him into his arms again because he could. He was 45 years old and holding the love of his life in their tiny kitchen with the oven ticking, with snow sparkling through the windows. They were living their small, precious lives together in freedom, in peace (what 45 years had taught Dean the hard way: they could have both) and there was nothing empty about it.
They stood swaying sleepily for a couple of minutes before the desire for pie, and other things, started to eat away at Dean's brain. Low at Cas's ear, he said, "You know, pecan pie is best served room temp. We'll need to let it cool down after it's out of the oven before we can cut into it. Might take an hour."
"We haven't even started–"
"I'm just saying," Dean continued, "we'll need to find something else to do with ourselves in a little while." He cleared his throat. "Some way to pass the time."
Cas tipped his head up. "I don't think figuring that out will be an issue," he murmured, and pressed closer.
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Headcannon for this:
Chris and reader call the triplets little ducks/ducklings because of Scrooge McDuck (the Disney character) and his little ducklings 🥹🥹
pairing: Husband!Dad!Chris x Short!hairstylist!reader
summary: The story of the The three little duckings, Noah, Jacob and Isabelle Evans. The beloved yet crazy triplets of Y/n and Chris Evans, their ‘first borns’ you could say
Requests are open/Likes, Comments + Reblogs are appreciated♥️
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• Chris definitely has a soft spot for Isabelle, the only girl out of the triplets, even though she’s a mommy’s girl she has her daddy wrapped around her tiny little finger. Noah and Jacob are the teasers, taking on Chris' personality AND looks; let’s just say Y/n was fuming when they first came out and she saw Chris' face x3
• Chris even updated to a bigger car for the family, knowing damn well he’d want to extend it more, hence Y/n being pregnant once again with their fourth baby
•“Daddy’s home baby and babies” Chris smiled to himself once he entered the warmly lit Boston family home, one he never thought he’d ever achieve. With his bag set by the front door, he knew immediately where to find the loves of his life. Their bedroom.
• In Y/n and Chris' bedroom, all three kids were huddled up to their mama, little Izzy's head even resting right by Y/n's 6 month bump. Chris felt himself swoon, his three year olds were the most precious thing to him, bar his loving wife, even though they had basically left no room for him. Dodger had even taken his usual spot on the foot of the bed.
•Bath time was another nightmare, Chris luckily was in charge of drying and dressing them, although sometimes this proved to be a challenge. With Noah and Jacob always wanting to match pyjamas, and Izzy finding it hard to choose between certain colours to wear to bed.
• Pregnancy hormones made Y/n that more horny, which isn’t always easily solved when you have three children under 5 and one on the way. So Chris tends to trick the children into watching a Disney movie in the living room with Dodger, while he takes care of his woman upstairs in bed
•Bed time? Chris and Y/n hardly ever sleep alone in the room, with a guarantee of at least one of the twins wanting to slip into the middle because of the monsters hiding under the other’s beds
• “Baby you can’t be walkin' about like that” Chris whined watching his wife walk about in one of her summer maternity dresses, one she knew made him squirm in the best way. However, today was not the day. All three kids were buggering to use the pool in the backyard, and Chris being Chris decided that it was his duty to teach all three how to swim then and there
• “You’re such a good dad, maybe you’ll get a reward later or sumthin” Y/n smiled caressing his face softly and kissing him only to be interrupted, “NO, OUR MOMMY” All three small voices shouted pushing themselves between the couple, hugging onto Y/n’s legs they all threw a glare at their father who could only find himself smiling back
•“She was my wife first ya know” He would say, “Yeah? but dada we were in her tummy first” Jacob would retort, “Well I put you there buddy” Chris would answer, only to receive a hit on the back of the head from his gorgeous wife
•With Y/n being a hairstylist, obviously she would be the one to do the kids' hairs, using Chris as her personal assistant to hand her specific tools and combs. “I remember when you did my hair” Chris said dreamily watching her comb at Izzy’s soft curls, “Baby I still do your hair”
•“Chris what if the kids walk in?” Y/n whimpered feeling her husband’s fingers trace over her wet folds, both of them had woken up extremely early that morning, with it being Sunday they knew for now that the coast was clear. “They won’t bunny, they’re knocked out until at least 11” Chris whispered coating Y/n’s breasts in hickies and kisses while she caressed his growing hair. His fingers now taking their time to draw circles over her clit, his eyes tracing her face as she bit onto her lip to silence herself. A smirk on his face when he felt her clench around his fingers, soon to be replaced by his cock for some Sunday morning loving
•“Dada, dont tell momma, but she has ouchie here” Izzy whispered to her dad pointing to her upper thigh, desperate concern on the sweet little girl’s face, “You gotta fix it n’ make her better dada” She cried, holding onto her dad as they walked through the dog park, her brothers preferring to stay home with their mother and watch T.V
•“Don’t worry bub, s'okay, daddy will make momma feel all better alright?” He cooed kissing his daughter’s forehead affectionately, silently cursing at himself for letting one of his love bites he left on his wife be seen, and he though he had gotten away with it too. If it wasn’t for those meddling kids (Scooby reference, I had to)
• With all three of them for now somehow inheriting Y/n's smaller stature, they all fit onto Chris' lap, their now claimed throne. Heck even at bed time if they weren't all huddled in their parents' bed, they'd all slip into each other's beds for some sibling cuddle time
• " 'acob, I needs help" Izzy huffed holding out her shoes to her oldest brother, by 6 minutes, Jacob. Being the baby of the triplets, the three year old definitely milked her brothers attention. Jacob as clueless as she was, held up the two shoes in the air, wondering what shoe went on what foot. Deciding based on randomness, he helped her put on her shoes and off they went, with two left feet
•“Noah bud you alright?” Chris asked watching his small son crawl up under his shirt and huddle under the fabric adorably. “Mhm jus wan’ huggies dada” Noah whispered peeking up at Chris through the head hole, a cute gummy smile on his face, one he inherited from his mama
•Soon enough all three kids were under Chris’ shirt almost as if they were all back in the womb again, all cocooned into a tiny space. Y/n joined them on the sofa with her collection of treats, leaning her head onto her husband’s shoulder; his hand found itself atop her bump just rubbing it comfortingly. All three kids slowly falling asleep to the sound of Chris’ heartbeat; Y/n then following soon after with the help of Chris’ kisses and whispers of ‘i love you’ and things which aren’t PG ♥️
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So, in your immortal reader/Daniela request, you implied she had tea parties with her stuffed animals and I just 🥺🥺🥺!
Could you do a modern reader/Dani, where the s/o introduces Squishmallows to our beloved redheaded fruitfly? And Dani just becoming obsessed with these cuddly plushes and dedicating entire rooms in the castle to her growing collection.
Also, I headcannon Alcina blaming s/o for Dani's obsession and pretending to be upset at the Squishmallow infestation in her castle, but secretly has a collection of her own (the super tiny 5 inch egg-shaped ones, because the thought of this giant woman holding these tiny plushes has me rolling).
Of course! Setting’s still at the castle though with only the reader having access to modern things :) precious Dani time🫶 fruitfly lmao- I love it!
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You know, Daniela loves stuffed animals
She has a vast collection-
knitted ones gifted to her, ones she has practically begged her sisters to make her, some she has stolen from the village
Daniela seems to love them all, and cuddle them all equally, sometimes even in a big pile
She has countless in her bed alone, ones you must rearrange every time you attempt sleeping or cuddling there
Still, somehow, you’re always still laying on one
And in youthful fashion, Daniela gasps and “rescues” the ones you’re on top of and “squishing”
The thought inspires you:
Swuishmallows
You save the surprise for a rainy, cold day. You know, you won’t need to wait long
Daniela is lounging in her bed as usual, her head hanging off the side and her hands busying themselves with her stuffed giraffe
She beams at you, her face upside down, when you enter her room
“Hello my love! Will you play with me?”, she asks, hopeful
You barely have a moment to brace yourself as Daniela throws a unicorn stuffed animal your way, now sitting fully on the bed again with her legs crossed
You smile at her; it seems not even a rainy day can make the energy and sunshine in your girlfriend go away
Nonetheless, you decide to surprise her today
“I’ve brought you something”, you announce, a smile on your face and a large grin on hers
You’re lucky she hasn’t tackled you yet; Daniela loves surprises
With wide, golden eyes staring up at you, she demands to know what it is
Naturally, you cave in
Her eyes widen and golden eyes become nearly fully black as her iris widens at what you pull from your back
A stuffed animal! A duck! From her ugly duckling story? Maybe!
The animal’s top part is a beautiful green, with only a yellow beak and black eyes visible. Split by a white line, the bottom part is brown
She squeals all too happily, immediately grabbing it
Upon doing so, she gasps
It’s softer than any stuffed animal she has ever had
Daniela squishes it, eyes wide
What is this thing? She doesn’t understand. Never has she had a stuffed animal so perfect!
She smudges it against her face, uncaring of the blood that clings to it. You don’t bother reminding her. Everything can be washed, after all
You watch her for a moment, the second surprise still behind your back, smiling as she admires it
It’s a surprise she hasn’t broken it yet, rea-
Daniela shrieks as she bites into it, her sharp fangs stuck in the soft fabric of the duck squishmallow
She can barely see you with the stuffed animal in her face
It’s a sight enough to make you laugh, your precious lover tying to pull her sharp, fang-like teeth back out of the soft fabric she was bound to bite into
“Let me, sweet girl”, you coo, setting the second squishmallow on the floor where she cannot see it yet
She stays relatively still for you as you untangle her, a wide grin persisting on her lips once you take the stuffed animal from her
She whines, reaching for it yet again, and when you take too long, her swarm eagerly retrieves it from you
“Will you play with me now?!”, she asks eagerly, swarming from her bed with the duck clutched tightly to her chest
Her eyes widen at the second squishmallow on the floor, though
A cow! With adorable little horns!
Immediately she reaches for it too, whining only when you lift it and hold it out of her reach
“I thought you wanted to play, buttercup”, you reason, a toothy grin on your lips as her eyes widen and a large smile widens on her lips
Immediately, you’re yanked to the table for a tea party with her new additions!
Upon finding out there are multiple different squishmallows, Daniela nearly goes into a frenzy
She wants them all! She needs them all!
Being the spoiled, youngest daughter she is, she immediately swarms off to find Alcina once you tell her of the many squishmallows existing
You don’t need to be present to know Daniela is unrelenting
“Mother? Mother? Mother, please! Mother we need it!”, she whines. Although “we” truly just means Daniela needs it
Alcina sighs. She knows, this will become a new obsession for her daughter- a pricy one at that
Daniela plays dirty, and is very well aware of the weapons in her holster
She immediately grasps her most powerful one, and Alcina has trouble tearing her gaze away from the golden, perfectly trained puppy eyes that stare up at her
“Please, mama?”
“I suppose, what are a few ones, my dove?…”
Daniela grins triumphantly
Of course, it is not only a few
With your IPad in Daniela’s hand and your hand clasped in hers, she practically shoves it in her mother’s face
“We need these!”, she reasons. “We already put them in the basket, Mother!”, she says, bouncing in place in excitement, so much so Alcina needs to take the strange, glowing IPad from her
18 squishmallows?!
Upon looking down, scolding words turn into mush when Alcina once again looks into Daniela’s wide, golden eyes
“It’s so lonely at the castle, mama. We can’t even go outside now”, Daniela whines
She knows, this is a battle she has won yet again. Her mother can never truly say no to her
And so, the eager woman waits day and night at the window
At last! At last they arrive!
When you enter her room, you see only her face and the tip of her head poking out of a large pile of stuffed animals- her squishmallows
A yellow lion that she has adorned with a small hat!
A pink butterfly, the wings glittery, a panda, a green dinosaur, a red crab, a pink unicorn, with a ring slung over the horn, a koala, a mouse in grey and with pink ears
8 so far, but there’s more hidden in the pile!
A bee, yellow with black stripes, a clownfish she has named, of course, Nemo. You don’t even need to ask her to know this. You know her
A red and purple octopus, a raccoon, a grey cat, a pink, and a grey bunny
Lastly, a leopard, and a fly she holds close to her
You smile. How fitting
She giggles as she rolls around in her not so little pile, marking them all with her scent and giggling at the softness
Her laughter and giggles only increase in volume when you too join her, your arms around her in the soft pile
Daniela, unsurprisingly, becomes obsessed with the squishmallows
She wants them all! She wants to collect them!
And so, she asks her mother for a room yet again
Technically, all three sisters were given rooms just for themselves: Bela a study, Cassandra a laboratory in the dungeons, and Daniela a warm, cozy room at the library to cuddle in and pile books
But she just ran out of space!
And Bela reaaaaally had her feathers ruffled when she attempted to pile her stuffed animals in her study
Why?, Daniela still doesn’t understand. It’s not like they’re doing anything!
With her sisters supporting her wish of a room for her stuffed animals- if only to have their rooms not infested with them- Daniela grins when Alcina grants her one near her room
Immediately, she wants to have shelves and cuddle corners everywhere for her stuffed animals
You eagerly support her, smiling as she, with a lot of care, places them everywhere with a toothy grin
She’s so happy, you can’t help but spoil her a little bit
And so, you indulge her
Daniela is head over heels when she is given minis, keychain sized squishmallows, as well as rare ones
A cat with a hat?! She must have it!
Alcina does put a stop to it once the room is full, much to Daniela’s dismay
Even her puppy eyes won’t do the trick!
Instead she is scolded by her mother! Daniela doesn’t mind. She knows the countess can never stay mad or disappointed with her for long
She’s her precious youngest, after all! A card you know Daniela loves to play
According to Alcina, she can only have as many as fit in the room
Naturally, Daniela attempts to hide some in her sisters’s rooms. With no luck, only glares and scoldings coming her way
You remember a particular day on which a very grumpy and moody Daniela returned to her room, three squishmallows she had attempted to hide in her arms, having just came back from a three hour scolding of Bela
As usual, her unhappiness doesn’t persist, though
Instead you find yourself tackled as she shows you her collection for what must’ve been the 24th time already
She’s frowning, however, upon noticing 4 are missing
Big, wide eyes stare at you. You almost smile at her adorably confused expression
Where’s her mini egg? The beautiful Easter one?
Where’s her tiny bat? With the pretty, golden eyes?
Where’s her frog?! She already named her Layla the Frog-Princess!
Where’s her avocado mini?
As she whines against your neck and you stroke her back, you become more aware of the avocado mini in your pocket
So what? You’re granted to have one too, and, just as expected, Daniela soon forgets about her missing squishmallows
And so, unbeknownst to everybody
Bela works with a tiny frog squishmallow staring at her as she edits the paperwork
Cassandra has a small bat she sleeps with and hides under her pillow
And Alcina fiddles with a tiny, far too small for her, egg until it sits perfectly on her drawer. A little decoration never hurt nobody
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Callsign ‘Troublemaker’
Pairings: Jake Seresin x reader
Summary: When Bradley Bradshaw meets his namesake. Part 1 ‘Next Thing You Know’ can be found here or on my master list.
Warnings: mention of parents death, has a happy ending, Bradley and Jake bromance
Huge thank you to @callsign-phoenix for proofreading for me.
The days at the hospital seemed to drag by and Jake couldn’t wait to get his wife and son home and settled in. When the day finally came he was so jittery and excited that (y/n) had to tell him to calm down as they got into the car.
“Jake, chill out. You have so much energy. What's gotten into you?” You laughed, settling into the passenger seat, still sore from her surgery but growing stronger by the day.
“I just can't wait to get him home, into his little room.”
Jake had spent so much time decorating the nursery. He had gone for the theme of planes, of course. The walls were alive with all the different aircraft on a beige background. The little wooden cot was nestled in the corner and above it hung a mobile with little jet planes on it. Bradley had found it online and now his namesake was going to enjoy it.
The drive home was slow, Jake barely going about 20 mph. “For a fighter pilot, you certainly don't know how to drive fast, the speed limit is 40, Jake.”
“I know. I know, but we have precious cargo,” he said, glancing into the backseat at your sleeping son. He looked so peaceful, tiny hands scrunched up by his chubby face, little eyes closed tightly. Jake had been your rock during the first few days of parenthood. He took to it like a duck to water and he loved every moment of it. During your pregnancy, Jake had read all the baby books he could get his hands on but the thing he enjoyed the most was skin-to-skin bonding time. You often found yourself waking up in the hospital bed to see your husband slumped in the chair, shirtless and with your baby boy resting on his chest. The sight of them together made your heart swell with love.
When you pulled up the driveway, you sighed with relief. It felt good to finally be home, in your own clothes and your own bed. Jake rushed around to help you out of the car and lead you to the front door before going back for Bradley. When you opened the front door, you were met with loud cheers. The Dagger squad had crowded into your small living room, cheering and clapping as the couple entered with their newborn. Phoenix stepped forward and embraced you tightly. “God (y/n), don't you ever do that again. You have no idea how stressed I was.” She rambled, continuing to hold your shoulders firmly.
“How do you think I felt, Nat? She's my wife.”
“She was my best friend first, Bagman.” you laughed, smiling at her.
“I'll try not to do it again. I promise.”
“You better had.”
The great of the squad all greeted you, hugging the new parents and making a fuss of the little boy. Even Mav was in his element, humming quietly and rocking Bradley gently after he started crying.
“You’re a natural, Mav,” you said quietly, watching over his shoulder at your sleeping son.
“The old man's still got it in him then.” A familiar voice said from behind you. Turning you came face to face with Rooster. He wore one of his signature Hawaiian shirts, a bunch of flowers in one hand and a book in the other.
“Mum always told him that Mav was good with me as a kid. Apparently, he was one of the only people that could stop me from crying if I had a tantrum.”
“I still can.” Mav joked, gently placing your son back into his arms before greeting Rooster. Once Mav headed over to talk to Phoenix and Bob, Rooster approached you.
“How is the little troublemaker getting on?”
“He's good. Keeping us on our toes but we wouldn't have it any other way.” You looked down adoringly at your little boy, who was still peacefully sleeping in your arms.
“And more importantly, how are you feeling, (y/n)?” He placed his hand on your arm supportively.
“I'm tired and still a little sore, but mainly I'm just relieved.” you smiled up at him. “I wanted to thank you for everything the other night, Bradley. I know that we couldn't have done it without you, Jake especially. I'll never be able to repay you for it but just know that it meant everything to him that you were there.” You gave him a side hug, careful not to wake the sleeping baby in your arms. Bradley hugged you back gently, placing a soft kiss on your head.
“Honestly, it was nothing. I’d do it all again in a heartbeat, anything for my wingman. Although I hope I never have to. Keep out of trouble, (y/n).”
You nodded, “Thank you, Bradley.”
You stood together silently for a moment before Bradley realised he was still holding the gifts. “Oh, these are for you,” he handed you the bunch of flowers in his hand. They were stunning, a mix of all different colours.
“Oh thank you, you didn't have to.” you told him. “Jake, could you pop these in some water for me?” you asked, passing the flowers to your husband.
“Sure,” he took them from you and placed a kiss on your cheek, before turning to Bradley.
“Hey, Chicken.”
“Hey, Bagman.” The two men greeted each other with a hug before Jake disappeared into the kitchen.
“I umm... I also bought this. It was something my Mum and Dad did for me when I was little and I've treasured it ever since my Dad died. I just thought you could keep all his memories and pictures in here and if anything happened...” he stopped himself seeing your worried face. “Not that anything will. I will look after Jake with my life if I have to. I just thought that if anything did, at least he will have all his memories of Jake in here.”
Bradley handed you the book and you sat down in the chair, placing it carefully on your lap. It was a brown leather photo album.
Engraves on the front in gold letters read:
‘Baby Seresin’s photo album’ and underneath it read: ‘Callsign - Troublemaker.’
You gasped, placing your hand over your mouth, tears filling your eyes.
“Bradley, this is beautiful. I can't believe it... I love it, Bradley, thank you.”
You stood up, embracing him tightly as a few tears escaped down your face.
“Hey Bradshaw, are you upsetting my wife,” Jake called jokingly, coming over to join you. You showed Jake the album, trying to dry your eyes. Jake stared at it silently and you watched as a few tears slid down his cheek.
“Roo, I...” he choked out, trying to find the right words. Bradley could sense how choked up his friend was and placed a hand on Jake’s shoulder.
“It's ok, Jake. I know.” Jake nodded and pulled Bradley into a hug.
“Thank you, brother,” he mumbled into Bradley’s shoulder. The two men embraced before pulling apart and Jake composed himself. You could see the look that passed between them, it was something more than just friends. You always understood the importance of having a wingman and that when they were flying Jake and Bradley always looked out for each other. Bradley was as much part of the Seresin family as his namesake.
“Ok enough of the chitchat. When are we going to find out this little guy's name? I know it's a good callsign, but I feel like we can't keep calling him ‘Troublemaker’ forever.” Phoenix exclaimed from across the room, pointing amusingly at you and Jake. “Spill the beans.”
With your son resting in your arms, you took your husband's hand, squeezing in gently.
“Should we tell them?” You asked.
“YES!” a chorus of shouts filled the room as the crew gathered around.
“Well,” Jake began, clearing his throat. “(Y/n) and I came up with so many names but when it came down to it, there is only one name that we felt would truly fit him. So everyone…”
“Meet Bradley!” You both said together, excitedly revealing your son's name to the group. Everyone was silent until Bradley spoke up.
“You… you called him Bradley. You named him after me.” His voice was shaky and you could see the unshed tears glistening in his eyes.
“Yes, Brad. After everything, it’s the least we could do.” Bradley nodded slowly, a large smile growing across his face. You both grinned back at him. Jake wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you into his side.
“Thank you, Bradley.” He said, smiling gratefully at his wingman.
“You’re welcome.” With that little Bradley let out a small cry before he unleashed an earth-shaking wail. You began to rock him gently, trying to comfort him.
“I think your namesake wants you, Roo,” Phoenix said, resting a hand on his shoulder.
“His name is perfect, (y/n).” She said, smiling at you.
Bradley held out his arms and you carefully placed your son into them. He rocked the baby slowly back and forth, humming the song that Mav had earlier. The little boy’s cries became quieter until they were just whimpers. “Well, little man, I think we are going to have a lot of fun. Don’t you, ‘Troublemaker’.” Little Bradley cooed, lifting his tiny hand and wrapping it around Bradley’s thumb.
The rest of the squad was congratulating the Seresins, but Jake wasn’t paying much attention, he was too busy watching his wingman with his son. The two most important men in his life shared a very special moment. Jake knew he’d won the jackpot when Rooster became his wingman, but he didn't realise that he was also going to gain a best friend and godfather to his son as well.
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Love Triangle Or Not (Four)- Pt 3
Here are the other parts
Part 1 Part 2 Part 4
Anon Request Prompt: Y/N is a trainer (very well known for her badassness) She just came back from a mission; she gets a little jelly that Tris and Four had gotten closer. There’s some feelings but on who’s end? Four asks Y/N to help Tris. Being the amazing person she is, she agrees to help, but in the process she gets hurt. After the mission ends she returns home only to have an argument with Four. Leads to late night confessions
I’m also making Y/N a Divergent but in secret.
A couple things, this is ridiculously long, I put it in parts and I am releasing them all at the same time because it makes sense okay. Cooooooollll I hope you enjoy.
Established something between Tris and Four.
P.S This is extremely action packed and its about the only action packed sequence so have fun reading it and also be very much warned.
My Requests are Open
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After that you three had spent hours formulating a plan running through different outcomes to see which was more efficient. You had prepared your tools and items as you headed out of the Dauntless. By now Tris would be taking her test, unfortunately she was quick with it so your time frame was short. In all black your assassin suit tight against your body, you had a hood covering your head and a half mask covering your mouth and nose. Your eyes being the source of all your expressions. Your weapons strapped to your thighs and hip, your black boots set and ready. Lucky for you, your boots made it easy to stay quiet. You had made it to Erudites building crouching down hiding behind the dock ports. Transport vehicles awaited its precious cargo.
You hid behind two massive cargo boxes peeking around the corner eyeing the guards. You were running out of time. Checking your watch the clock was ticking. You waited till each soldier and erudite were not in sight slipping onto one of the transports. You reached into your pocket pulling out a tiny explosive placing it under the vehicle. On your last vehicle your watch beeped. Your time was out. You needed to get inside quickly. By now the soldiers were coming back with the Erudite transporters. You hop over the loading dock and into the warehouse. You had pressed the button on your watch causing all the tiny bombs to explode popping the back tires blowing the inside up. Screams and yelling were heard calling for backup. The air filled with smoke allowing you to run through. Some men had seen you, they charged at you. You run pulling the knife out from your thigh and you slide under the man’s arm as he swings his fist at you. You threw your knife at the man running towards you and your opponent hitting him in the shoulder causing him to fall. Your opponent behind you turned back around lunging for you. His pair arms wrapped around your waist pulling you back.
Planting both feet on the ground you reached behind you wrapping an arm around his neck. You used your hips to toss him onto the floor knocking the air out of his chest. You lifted your leg kicking him in the face rendering him unconscious. The other man whom you had thrown the knife at, had pulled out the weapon from his shoulder. He ran towards you swinging his other arm back and forth. You ducked and dodged standing in the side of him; His arm swung again using both hands and you stopped his wrists from going any further. You took one hand in yours, bending it downwards, you placed your other hand on his elbow pushing up at the same time. He dropped the knife scream as his bones broke. You let go quickly, taking this as your chance to hit him in the throat kicking his knees out at the same time, then pushing him off the loading dock into a stack of wooden crates.
You picked your blade up off the ground shoving it back in its sheath. You made your way to the entrance of the building, the alarms blasting through the speakers. You stopped at the doors when you saw that a group of Dauntless soldiers guarded it. They waited for you as they held up their guns and pointed them in your direction. You slowly placed your hands behind your back pulling out a set of tiny devices. At the ready the men inched forward, you waited, another step, wait, another step, now! You pressed the button on the middle as you flung the explosives at the group. They each went off one by one as they tased each guard. You run through the building's entrance making your way to the top.
As you entered The chaotic building you headed for the serum room. But by the time you had gotten there it was too late. Sure you blew up half the trucks but the rest still made it out. You stopped in your tracks, Tris stands in the middle of the room. Four is standing next to Jeanin. A voice calls out to you. “ Y/N?!” It was Eric’s voice. Anger flashed across his face.
“ Eric” You warned.
“ Stand down Y/N” Eric begins to circle you. Knowing full well that you never planned to back down from his dominance. You never have.
“You know I can’t do that Eric.”
“No, of course you can’t. But I sure as hell plan on taking you down.”
“ You and I both know that’s not gonna happen”
Eric chuckles “ We’ll see about that”
Eric runs towards you, you decide to meet him halfway. You aimed for his middle section throwing your shoulder into his stomach, he was able to take the blow grabbing you as well and tossing you away from him. He threw you over the table making you crash into everything then sliding off of it. Your hood falls off your head only leaving your mask on. You coughed stumbling as you tried to stand up. Less then a few strides Eric made his way to you spearing you through a glass wall shattering it. You both roll and tumble on the ground. As groaned in pain rolling over you and Eric made eye contact. You both waited until you both broke out into a run again Eric snarling along the way, you both went in for a hit, the momentum knocking you both back. You both circled each other, off in the distance screams were heard along with people running. Neither of you paid much attention. Eric lifted his fist aiming for a punch, you stepped back using the palm of your hand to block it. You used your other hand pushing your palm into his chest pushing him back just a tab. In the same second you turn to the side, extending your leg out kicking him in the chest, he stumbles back not able to catch a second.
You run up lifting your knee to aim for his chest again, he dodges the move, taking the opportunity to nail you in the side. He grabbed your hair from behind, bringing you back to him. You planted your feet on the ground shoulder width apart as he bent you back, pivoted to your left, turning so that you were facing him, one hand resting under his elbow joint the other on the hand that held your hair. You push up on his elbow then grab the hand that held your hair, making the palm of his hand face upward, you popped his joint forcing him to let go. Eric screams in pain…The fight had only just begun.
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Fantasies
Summary: You discover that Andy has been harboring a secret fantasy.
Warnings: Secret Fantasies, Smut, Kink Discovery, Lactation Kink, Hand Jobs, Slightly Dominant Reader, Minors DNI
A/N: Prompt is courtesy of my friend @stonerlaur4. Part of my Growing Pains Series. Thanks for reading everyone and I look forward to your feedback. All mistakes my own.
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“You’re doing it again.” You tell him from your spot opposite him at the dinner table. The girls were down for the night, which meant that you and your husband were finally able to share some quiet time together.
You’d even cooked up a special meal for you both to enjoy. Homemade crab cakes with a your special remoulade sauce, paired with crispy roasted garlic rosemary potatoes that had been slathered in butter and olive oil, along with his favorite cucumber, tomato, and onion salad.
Your Big Man smiles at you as he takes another bite of his crab cake. “Doing what?”
You roll your eyes and go back to eating.
“Is my girl blushing over there?”
Exasperated, you duck your head to hide your flaming cheeks. “No. And it’s certainly not because you keep looking at me the way you are. So cut it out.”
Andy leans back in his chair and graces you with a perfectly innocent smile.
“But honey, they’re just so beautiful. And they’re right there, just begging for my attention. What kind of man would I be if I denied them like that?” His mischievous blue eyes stray back to your chest.
At five months pregnant with your twins, not only were you most definitely showing, but your breasts continued grow on what seemed like a daily basis.
And just like with each of your previous pregnancies, your husband was fascinated with your increasingly ample chest. Just like with all of your other curves, he was always looking for any excuse to put his hands on you - kiss you, massage you, stroke you.
But there was one thing about Andrew Barber that hadn’t made itself known until after the birth of your first child, Bianca.
He loved with watching you feed your babies. In fact, you could almost say he was obsessed with it.
You had been blessed enough to be able breastfeed both of your little girls without having to resort to formula unless it was an emergency.
And while you’d fed both your girls throughout the day whenever they were hungry, their bedtime feedings always took place in bed with you snuggled next to your husband.
In the early days of taking care of a newborn BiBi, he would often ask if she was “getting enough”.
You had laughed before encouraging to lean down and listen for himself. So he had. Your big, sweet husband had held himself suspended in the air listening intently to each tiny gulp as his baby girl ate her dinner. But it hadn’t stopped there…
You would eventually learn that your husband craved more.
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A Little Over Six Years Ago…
You stare down at your precious baby who had fallen asleep in your arms after nursing. Smiling, you smooth a stray curl from her tiny face as she coos out a tiny breath.
For some reason, BiBi hadn’t eaten as much as she normally did. She usually took both breasts with ease, but when it had become time to shift to her to the second one, she had flat out refused.
Andy emerges from the shower clad in nothing more than a pair of black, form fitting boxers. He quickly slides into bed next to you. Today had been a late one at the office, so he’d only just gotten home.
“Is she still eating?” He asks hopefully.
“Afraid not, honey. We’ve lost her to baby dreamland.” You lean over and kiss his shoulder.
Mmm…your man smelled good. Like sandalwood and vanilla.
“Aw. Well, did she at least eat well?” He strokes one large thumb across her little lips.
“Nope. She only took one breast tonight. Guess that means I’ll be pumping.” Your tone filled with resignation.
It wasn’t that you hated pumping…you just sometimes kind of hated pumping. But hey, it brought relief, so oh well.
You smile over at your husband. “Wanna help me put her down?” You ask him.
“What kind of question is that?” Andy hops out of bed, gently plucks her from your arms and gazes down at her. “Swear to God, this little one grows more beautiful everyday. Just like her Mama.”
He shakes his head as if to clear his thoughts.
“Bedtime ladies.” He murmurs softly. Resting your hand on his firm, broad back you make your way to BiBi’s nursery where Andy places her in her crib.
“Good night, little love.” You whisper to her slumbering form.
“Sweet dreams.” Your husband tells her, before stepping back to check under crib.
Oh God, you think to yourself, not this again.
“Andy…” You resist the urge to laugh at him. He does a complete scan around the room. And then he quietly opens her closet door and checks inside.
Yes. He was checking your child’s room for monsters. Just in case.
“All clear.” He tells you, his face completely serious. You hold your hand out to him. “You’re a lunatic.
“You knew this when you married me, Y/N. So no givebacks.”
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Once your back in your room, Andy climbs into bed while you go about grabbing the supplies you needed for your pump.
“What are you, um, doing over there?” He leans over on his side to face you, his sexily bearded face propped up on his hand.
You give him a weird look. “You already know what I’m doing, Andy. I have to pump. If I don’t, is gonna get painful or start to leak or…
You trail off when you realize that yep…you were already leaking. “See?” You point to your left breast.
Andy’s gaze zeroes in on the slowly dribbling fluid. He’d always been too afraid to ask, but tonight…
“Baby?” He whispers softly.
“Hmm?”
“Can I maybe? Is it okay if I, um…”
“What?”
A warm hand goes to your still slightly rounded belly as his mouth goes lap at the drops of the translucent milk. And he doesn’t stop until he’s licked you clean.
Pulling away, he looks you in your eyes.
“Sorry, it’s just, um, I had always wondered what it tasted like - sweet by the way. And Laurie always thought I was weird for wondering but -“
“Hush.” You cut him off. “I’ll admit you took me by surprise, but…do you wanna try it? I mean really try it?”
“You’d let me?” His eyes stray back to your swollen bare breasts. This had always been a fantasy of his…
You scoot to the middle of the bed and motion for him to kind of curl up in your lap. Picking up your full breast, you offer one engorged nipple to his mouth, which he eagerly accepts.
“Okay, Big Man. Now, I need you to suck.” He gently begins to do so. “Apply a little more force.” You gently massage and squeeze your breast, hoping to aid in the flow.
And then you hear him swallow. “Are you getting any, Andy?”
“Mhm.” He groans as he takes another gulp. And then another.
You stroke your fingers through his dark brown locks, softly scratching his scalp, which makes him moan in bliss. As one hand continues to cup the back of his head, you allow the other to roam all over his big, muscled body. You stroke every inch of bare skin that you can reach as he continues to suckle at you.
This felt so different than the intimate moment when you fed your child. It was for sure a bonding experience.
But in it’s own unique way, so was this.
“Taste good?”
He nods, never letting up. His eyes remaining closed. You stroke a hand across his chin. And then you take note of bulge in his boxers. You knew, that he knew, that you had to have noticed it. Your man was the type who was big all over -
How could you miss it?
Not wanting him to feel embarrassed, you reach down to cup his impressive erection, giving it a light squeeze. His own large hand moves to cup yours.
He keeps suckling, never letting up. At this rate, you wouldn’t need the pump.
You gently begin to stroke him, applying various amounts of pressure each time. Andy was seconds from exploding and you both knew it.
His pull at your breast becomes harder as he gets closer to the brink.
“That’s it, Andrew. You’re safe with me, Big Guy.” He lets out a soft grunt. “Cum for me. Wanna see it.”
That’s all it takes for him to shoot his load directly into his shorts. After a few last suckles, he releases your nipple with a pop.
“You okay?”
Your husband nods still trying to catch his breath.
“You’ve been holding onto that fantasy for a long time, haven’t you, honey?”
He nods again, shame creeping into his features.
“Oh no! None of that. Like I said, you’re safe with me. Plus you’re not the only one who got a little excited here.” You dip your hand between your thighs and hold up two glistening fingers.
“You never have to be ashamed with me. Now go clean up. Now that you’ve, err, helped me out. I’m sleepy and I need cuddles.
Still blushing, Andy rolls out of bed to take care of business.
Well, it looks like your Andrew Barber was just full of surprises.
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i!! did not know you had cats!!! cat tax!!!!! I'd love to see all the pictures you're willing to share of the blorbos! :)
oh noooo i must share photos of my precious idiots and information about them, i shall suffer for a million years!!
here are some photos of JJ (aliases: Sir JJ, Jacob Jones, fuzzy head, cuddle butt)! he is my baby boy and the light of my life and i would do anything for him. ive had him since he was TINY, which was at the end of 2019! (so he is ~4ish years old now!)
his name is a joke because my sister's cat is named Edward bc we had just watched the Twilight movie for the first time, so JJ became Jacob for shits and giggles. but I didn't want him to Just Be Jacob so Jones came along. (it is a very vague hetalia reference)
and here is Anka (aliases: banshee, stinky foot, fluff monster, dumb-dumb)! the dumbest motherfucker, scaredy cat, destroyer of worlds, and my son. he showed up outside my apartment one day and had no problem trotting directly up to me and rubbing on my leg, but now, god forbid anyone enter my apartment because he will run and hide in 0.5 seconds flat. (I found him at my first apartment when he was already a few months old, estimated age is ~1.5-2 years)
his name means duck in Swedish because i was learning Swedish via duolingo when i found him (thanks young royals) and i thought it was 1. a nice and cute spunding word and 2. kinda funny to name him after another animal.
here they both are laying on my keyboard at different times on the same day (before knocking it to the ground. again.)
and here they are lying in my spot because i got up to make some dinner for 6 minutes
that's all the photos tumblr will let me attach cus they're mean, but please know that they love each other except when they're smacking the shit out of each other, they will beg for any morsel of food that i am trying to eat, and their favorite location to sleep is on top of me when I am doing something (Anka especially favors laying ON my arms while I'm trying to use them!)
my pinned post ALSO has photos of my cats, as well as some notes on how to tell them apart in photos! (i need to update it tho ;;;)
#we are out here kitty posting at 10pm on a monday#the pinned post needs some new photos and also anka also wears a collar now so that can't be used#to tell them apart anymore#also tumeric no longer visits me bc i moved apartments :( now i have the window cats that piss off my boys fjsjjfjsjd#anyway#!!!!!!!#i will ALWAYS be willing to share photos of my cats#they are my children and i take more photos of them than LITERALLY ANYTHING ELSE#anka the banshee#sir jj the cat#shh ac
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Best Medicine [Ahmed]
❥ note: @treasurecat24, I hope you enjoy :)
Overview:
Date time with your precious bf!
…but you got sick
So Ahmed’s here to baby you <3
Walking in cute clothes was flattering and empowering–perfect, even.
With a sore scratchy throat, thrumming head, and heavy limbs, however? That was a different story. Each step sapped your nearly depleted energy reserve, and just to look straight ahead was a whole workout. Muscles aching, eyes watery, and head stuffed with cotton, you wished you had stayed home.
Ahmed, seeing your sunken eyes and pallid complexion, knew something was very, very wrong.
“Are you alright?” he asked, eyes flooded with worry. Clearly not, his mind screamed.
“Um…” Dully, you looked up to meet his gaze and slurred, “...Do I look bad?”
You weren’t alright, duh. You just answered his question with a question!
Sighing softly, Ahmed murmured, “You look pale, love. Pale, as in sick.” He placed his hand on your lower back and pushed gently, guiding your rubbery legs. “We need to take you home.”
Here you were now, lying comfortably in a bed, wrapped in a thick blanket burrito. A steaming mug of tea sat beside your nightstand and its herby aroma wafted fainty to your nose. Perhaps something warm would be nice. Feeling a little bad for not drinking it (your beloved boyfriend brewed it for you, after all), you dragged yourself up and took the cup, lifting it to your lips with shaky hands. It didn’t taste or smell really of anything, sadly, (darn germs!) but a faint sweetness tickled your tongue and you smiled. Honey.
Ahmed walked in with a tray. On it was a steaming bowl of soup, a tall glass of water, and a plastic medicine bottle.
“You’re like a doctor,” you giggled. Sandpaper rubbed your throat raw, but you didn’t really care.
“Well,” your boyfriend started, smiling softly. “I am.” He set the tray down with a soft clunk and sat beside you, brushing a lock of hair from your forehead. “And you’re my special patient.”
“Please.” Ahmed was practically begging now. “You need to take this to speed up your recovery.”
How long did this go on for? Too long. Your boyfriend usually had the patience of a saint, but he really needed to suppress the urge to wrench your pretty little lips open and shove that spoon into your mouth.
Seeing how worriedly dark Ahmed’s eyes turned, you began to second-guess your own stubbornness. Maybe you should comply, your conscience reasoned.
“Fine,” you grumbled.
“Great!” he chirped, holding a tiny spoonful of that thick bitter concoction. “Say ah~ for me.” After seeing you hesitantly part your lips, Ahmed softly cooed, “Good job,” as he slipped the syrup into your mouth. After a lengthy while you managed to swallow the darn thing, its bitterness still coiled around your tongue. You scrunched your nose.
Chuckling, Ahmed handed you a glass of water. You drained the liquid in a heartbeat.
As he set the glass atop the tray he murmured softly again, “Good job,” and stroked your head tenderly, fingers slipping through your hair. For some reason your boyfriend’s praise sparked flints in your face, so you ducked under the covers, hoping he didn’t see how red your face got.
Although Ahmed found your flustered self absolutely endearing, he was confused. Why so red? He peeled the sheets from your face, peering curiously into your eyes.
“Why are you blushing, love?” he asked. “I don’t think there’s anything to be embarrassed about…”
You just stared into his eyes. Blankly. Like a deer in headlights. Your heart thump-thump-thumped insanely, but somehow, you couldn’t break away from those emerald eyes of his. Though sick and teary-eyed, you had to admit that they were beautiful as ever, like the very first day you got lost in them; they were a flourishing spring forest, deep and nurturing.
Ahmed didn’t look away, either. He, too, admired you silently; you were adorable, all wrapped up and flustered and needing his help.
Then you blurted, “Can you hand me the soup?” to break the fat silence.
“Oh, sure.” Ahmed handed you the warm bowl hesitantly, fingers ghosting over yours. “Are you sure you don’t want me to feed you?” he asked.
Feed you? You blushed furiously–again–and nearly choked on your soup. Why was he so good at making butterflies rampage in your stomach? He was your boyfriend, but still–
“I’m fine,” you coughed, in a hushed sort of way. “I’m fine.”
Ahmed sighed. “That doesn’t sound convincing…but alright.”
Maybe you were fine. Seeing that you already took your first sip he asked rather nervously, “Does it taste ok?”
Oh, how he loved it when you bobbed your head and hummed a soft, “Mhm,” in return. He didn’t miss the smile ghosting over your lips, either.
Heart swelling with relief Ahmed said, “Really? That’s good.” He fretted over almost everything, after all–from the tea to the soup to the blankets. Everything.
He was ecstatic–absolutely happy to be of service to you–but something bothered him. He couldn’t be completely content. Yet.
“Why did you agree to go out when you were sick?” your boyfriend asked. His eyes reflected something serious and he frowned just the slightest, as if he were doing a grave examination.
“Well…” you trailed. The warm soup bowl felt good in your hands. Comforting. “One, I didn’t know it’d get this bad, and two…I felt bad canceling.”
Ahmed hummed low in his throat, presumably in disapproval, as he rubbed light circles on your outer thigh.
“You should’ve canceled. I wouldn’t have minded,” he reasoned, a light pink dusting his cheeks. “I’d still get to be with you anyway, and I get to take care of you, so…”
Not once did he break his gaze, however.
“Oh?” You almost choked on your soup again. Ahmed’s hand felt oddly hot on your thigh, and it definitely wasn’t because you were ill. In fact, your whole body was blazing.
So red again, he thought to himself, stifling a chuckle. Maybe you should get sick more often.
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Day Two: Mistaken Identity
day two of dp/dc week 2022!!! this one gets a bit dark too, if panic attacks trigger you i’d suggest skipping. as always, the ao3 tags are there for a reason! anyways, i cried while writing this one so. good luck.
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in the dark all shadows look the same - 2.5k words
It was actually a nice night, Danny thought as he looked out over the Gotham City skyline. You still couldn’t see the stars, but the breeze was warm and the fog had lifted for the night. The full moon lit up the sky over the inky water of the bay as it crashed against the rocky shore.
In a different time and place, he could see himself staying in a place like this. Full of life—full of ectoplasm—and with someone else to watch over its people. Somewhere his obsession would quiet to a dull thud in the back of his head because there was someone else taking care of the criminals and terrorists. Maybe he would help the odd old lady cross the street or give a homeless kid a hot meal, but he wouldn't have to protect.
He tightened the wrap around his thigh, just trying to get the bleeding to stop knowing that in this life, he’d probably never know anything close to peace.
Rude.
“Danny,” a quiet whisper barely carried over the noisy streets.
He turned to Danielle who was sitting up against the brick wall behind her. She was doubled over in pain holding her abdomen, her blue eyes glassy and distant.
He tied off the wrap and slid back next to her, pulling her into him. He hissed as the tender bruises on his back came in contact with the jagged brick, but luckily Danielle didn’t notice. Hopefully, he could convince her into sleeping at least for a few hours before they had to move on.
They were sitting ducks up here, he knew that the church under them would confuse anything Vlad was using to follow them, but it wouldn’t last for long—he would've gone of a hospital or graveyard but it'd be too obvious.
At least they grabbed enough supplies that they didn’t have to worry about stealing from a hospital. Danny hated hospitals—the worst kind of liminal spaces in his opinion—but that didn’t mean he wanted to rob one. He knew how precious life was.
Danielle whimpered, leaning her weight onto Danny’s shoulder. She was warm, warmer than even a human should be, which wasn’t a good sign.
Danny felt the dull, ever-present panic in his ribs grow. His chest tightened and he fought back the tears trying to build up, he couldn’t do this right now. He couldn’t.
He tried to count his breaths like Jazz taught him to.
In, two, three, four. Hold, two, three four. Out, two, three, four.
His lungs hurt. So did his ribs and his legs and his back—and everything.
In, two, three, four.
He squeezed his eyes shut trying to block out the light.
Hold, two, three, four.
He just wanted to go home.
Out, two, three, four.
He just wanted to be safe.
He lost focus on his breathing as he choked over a shallow sod. His head started to spin like he was freefalling through air without anything there to catch him. His limbs tingled and suddenly he was very aware of how weak he was.
He was too weak. Too weak to tell his parents the truth, too weak to protect Danielle, too weak to fight Vlad—
Too weak too weak too weak too weak too weak—
He gasped as he felt Danielle tighten her hold on him. Her tiny hands held him with an iron clad grip.
He pulled her closer, winding his arms around her until he was clutching her like a child with a teddy bear. He could feel the rise and fall of her chest against him. Could feel her body heat against his cold. Could hear the rhythmic beating of her heart.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
He breathed in time with her heartbeat. She was here. She was alive. He would keep her safe.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
The breeze chilled the tear tracks running down his cheeks. He was alive. He would be okay.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
They both would. He didn’t know how, but he had to believe that. He had to.
“I love you,” Danny felt more than heard Danielle as she muttered into his chest.
A new wave of tears pushed against his sinuses, pressure building behind his eyes.
“I love you too.” His words were garbled and broken, but Danielle seemed to understand because she just held him tighter.
He felt bad that she was comforting him—after all, how many nightmares and knee scrapes did Jazz get him through, he should be able to handle this just like she did—but she was a grounding presence in a turning world. He wasn’t sure he knew up from down right now, all he knew was he wasn’t enough.
He wasn’t strong enough. Quick enough. Brave enough,
He wasn’t. He wasn’t, he wasn’t he wasn’t hewasn’thewasn’thewasn’t—
His heart stuttered as he felt himself spiraling like an invisible hand reached deep into his chest and twisted his heart until it was upside down. His stomach pulled taught until his insides threatened to tear, bile biting at his throat.
He didn’t know how much longer he could do this.
“Danny!” He felt more than heard her panic, her hands digging into his tender skin.
Focus. He had to focus.
He fought through his cloudy vision, looking down at Danielle. Her eyes were wide with fear, focused on a singular point over his shoulder. Danny twisted around to follow her gaze, it wasn’t like her to get—
Oh no. No, no, no, nonononononono—
The moonlight lit up a dark silhouette, with two distinct points at the top.
Vlad found them. He found them.
He couldn’t breathe. Every hair on his body stood up and he scrambled to push Danielle behind him. The ectoplasm in his chest jumped to life, mixing with the sudden rush of adrenaline.
But he was still too weak from their last fight to properly fight. Danielle was barely keeping her body together—the best he could hope for was letting her get away, get help.
Get someone who could be enough.
“Danny,” she gripped his arm and back, voice cracking over desperate sobs, “what do we do?”
Danny let the green fill his eyes, he couldn’t transform but he could try and look as menacing as possible.
The figure moved closer and Danny scrambled back. As much as he wanted to fight, every inch of his body was begging him to flee, to run away and never look back. But he couldn’t leave Danielle. And he was too weak to hide the both of them.
Never enough, always too weak. Can’t do anything right, can’t protect anyone. What a waste of an afterlife.
His vision blurred at the edges, green light reflecting in the tears running down his face. He would protect her. He had to protect her. Even if it killed him.
“When I tell you to,” he whispered, his voice catching on almost every syllable, “run. Just run.”
She sobbed, holding his hoodie tighter, “No, I won’t leave you. I won’t—you can’t ask me to—”
“Promise me, Danielle,” he continued to inch backward as the shadow moved slowly stalking them, “Please. Just—please.” He needed her to be safe. Then he could die here in peace, knowing that the last few moments of his life were spent doing something good.
That he wasn’t a complete waste of life.
“I won’t leave you,” she said because a the end of the day she was too much like him, “not now, not ever. Please don’t ask me to.”
Danny felt his heart drop. So that was that. They would both die here.
That didn’t mean Danny was going to make it easy for the bastard. He would go down bleeding and biting because he wouldn’t die quietly.
He would die like a Fenton. Yelling and cursing and punching until he faded from existence. He hoped his parents would be proud. Jazz would be proud.
The shadow disappeared, leaping into the air and landing in a big black mass before them, still obscured by the darkness. His heart pounded in his chest as he dig his feet into the concrete beneath him. He pushed down the bile and the tears and the worries.
He raised his fist staring defiantly into the black void.
“You can’t have her. You can’t have either of us,” his voice was shaky but his conviction never wavered.
He let his fists glow green, pulling on the ectoplasm deep inside of him. This fight would take every ounce of power he had—and then more.
So he pushed every bit of his being into his glowing hands and shot at the figure. It was weak—just like him—but he couldn’t focus on that. Not now. Not when everything hinged on him pressing on.
He fired again. And again. And again.
Each bolt was weaker than the last, and the figure moved so quickly that Danny couldn’t even be sure he was hitting it. But he couldn’t stop. He couldn’t waiver.
His head was spinning, high-pitched ringing echoing in his ears, but he fired anyways. He tried to focus his vision but it kept going in and out like a bad radio frequency. The shadows morphed together and he couldn’t tell if it was because they were moving or because his vision was going black.
He took a deep breath but it wasn’t enough. It was like someone sucked all the oxygen out of his body, leaving him heavy and tingly all over.
Another bolt and his knees gave out underneath him. He crumbled to the ground, trying to hold himself up on all fours but his arms were too tired. They buckled, leaving him panting on the cold concrete, just trying to salvage enough energy to stay awake.
“Danny!" Danielle shouted, but it was echoey. Distant. Like she was a million miles away.
He twisted on the ground, trying to push himself up only to fall over again. In his shaky vision, he could see Danielle standing in front of him, her arms out. Protecting him.
Like he was supposed to be protecting her.
No, no no no no nonono.
She should be running away. She should leave him there, save herself—but he knew she never would.
They were too much alike. Now he would get the both of them killed.
He reached out to her, too weak to form words. But she stood in front of him, as stubborn as only a Fenton could be.
He didn’t want it to end like this. Not when there was so much for her to live for—for him to live for.
He’d never graduate. Never move in with Sam and Tucker like they promised, never see Jazz graduate Harvard, never take a road trip with Danielle. There was so much he’d never do. He’d never see.
His heart ached as he realized how much he wanted to live. How much he wanted both of them to live.
His eyes fluttered shut, unable to keep them open as he prayed to anyone—anything—that would listen.
He just wanted to live.
That was his last thought as the world around him was consumed by darkness.
Danielle had lived long enough to see the true evils of the world. Her father trying to kill her, the homelessness, the poverty, the hurt that thrived in every place that she visited.
But she’d also seen hope. She watched broken people heal, watched the poor lift each other up, seen the kindness that lived in the hearts of people. She’d seen enough to know she wanted to see more. To be someone’s light when they needed it most.
She stood in front of Danny, protecting him with her body, and even though she knew he’d never forgive himself she had to do this. The world needed him. It needed a hero like him.
Not some abomination like her.
“Leave him alone!” she yelled into the shadows. She didn’t have any real power, but maybe Vlad would accept her in his place. Maybe she could convince him that Danny was too valuable to die, that he should just kill her instead.
It was what he wanted after all. Without Danny in the way maybe—just maybe—he would be safe.
“Just—just take me,” she stumbled over sobs, trying to seem as courageous as she could—but she wasn't very good at that— “I’m the one you want. Kill me. Just me.” She whispered the last part, but she knew he would hear.
The large mass moved towards them, and she knew this was it.
She sobbed openly—because she wasn’t as fearless as Danny, she couldn’t face down death like he could. She closed her eyes, arms still out wide waiting for the inevitable. She just prayed he’d only take her. That his obsession with Maddie and Danny was enough to spare him.
The figure blocked out the little bit of light Danielle could see through her closed eyes. He was right in front of her.
She whimpered and all she wanted was to pull into herself. But she stood strong. Like Danny would. Like he had done for her. She hated that it was such a waste of effort, all those times he saved her from the brink. Maybe it would have been easier for all of them if he just let her die the first time.
But that wasn’t who Danny was. And she loved him for that. She loved him so much.
She hoped he knew that. Because she’d never get to tell him again.
But she could do this for him.
She flinched as a hand touched her shoulder. She expected it to grasp her tightly and pull her away from Danny. Maybe it would be filled with unbearable electricity or scalding flames.
But it didn’t do any of that. It just sat gently on her shoulder, like it was trying to reassure her. Trying to calm her.
But that didn’t make sense. Vlad’s touches, even his kind ones, were never gentle.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” the voice was unnaturally deep, but there was a softness around the edges.
It could be a trick. A sick and twisted way to make her feel safe before ripping out her heart.
She took a deep breath, still trembling, and dared to open her eyes.
Through the darkness and the tears, it was hard to see, but the figure in front of her wasn’t ghostly at all. There was no glow, no piercing red eyes, only white slits where the eyes should be.
It was a mask. A cape. A costume.
It was Batman.
She actually laughed, watery and broken, seeing his face. Or mask. Or whatever.
It wasn’t Vlad. It wasn’t Vlad. They were okay. They were safe.
At least for the moment.
“I thought. We thought—” she wasn’t sure what to say as she lowered her arms and whipped the tears off her cheeks.
“You thought I was someone else?”
Danielle just nodded, feeling the blood rush to her head. She was so tired and dizzy and she hurt all over.
“Why don’t we get you somewhere safe, and then you can tell me about it?” he asked, and Danielle felt her lip tremble.
Not for a moment did she think he would want to help them, would care. But here he was, crouching in front of her offering them safety.
Danielle nodded, not trusting herself to speak.
There really was kindness in the world. Even in the most unlikely places.
#angst#tw for panic attacks#danny's having a rough time#based on the idea that vlad and batman's shadows look the same#i cried while writing this#the ending line gets me every time#dp/dc week 2022#mistaken identity#dpxdc#danny phantom#dani phantom#batman
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More Precious Than Rubies: Part 4b
This is an alternate timeline story that has a Rafael Barba track and a Sonny Carisi track. The two paths split off in part 3.
WC: 3390
TW: Angst; end of relationship drama.
AN: The prompt was "I miss her so damn much, and it’s killing me that she’s gone!"
Sonny wasn’t sure that there was anything more he could do, but he thought about you all the time. As a public defender, there was always a good chance that you’d drift through the precinct, your heels clicking on the tiled floor and your jaw set and ready to brawl with Barba. When it happened, Sonny could only watch in admiration at how relentless you were.
And if he enjoyed the way your various twill or Italian wool skirts fit you like a glove, no one needed to know about that other than god and the priest who heard his confession.
He didn’t have anyone to talk to, really. Amanda was a lost cause, too wrapped up in her own issues. And Sonny wondered if she’d ever really loved anyone or been in a real relationship. She seemed to go through men – no shame – but there was no common ground between that and a committed relationship.
The best support he had was Bella and, god help him, her fiancée Tommy. Sonny had never been much of a fan of Tommy’s, but the man had gotten his life in order after a stint in jail for drug charges. He worked hard and loved Bella, which was the best Sonny could hope for his sister. And now that she was pregnant, he hoped it would be enough.
Sonny went over to the couple’s place one Saturday night to cook for them. Tommy was a lost cause in the kitchen, and Bella was well into the third trimester – complete with swollen feet and a ravenous appetite for their ma’s chicken marsala recipe. Sonny was only too happy to oblige.
After dinner (said chicken marsala, a mixed green salad, and crusty rolls – all wolfed down by Bella with an appetite that made Sonny smile), the trio sat in the tiny living room and sipped the rest of the red wine that Sonny had brought. Bella helped herself to half a glass; Sonny had objected, but Bella had given him an earful about how her doctor said that half a glass of red had heart benefits that outweighed the negligible potential bad side effects, and furthermore, if he was such a fucking expert on pregnancy, he was more than welcome to carry the future Baby Sullivan for the next month and a half. Sonny had looked to Tommy for support halfway through her tirade, but the man wisely averted his eyes and carefully studied the label of the wine bottle until Bella was spent.
There was a heavy silence for a moment, then Sonny’s younger sister asked, as if she hadn’t just yelled at him, how Sonny was doing. Just like when they were kids: screaming and pinching each other one minute, friends the next.
“I’m fine,” he replied, but Bella saw right through it.
“Liar. You look tired. You sleeping?”
Sonny shrugged. “Usually. Some of the stuff I see at work makes it hard.”
Tommy made a sympathetic noise – he had been assaulted repeatedly by his own parole officer and was in therapy as a result, so he knew at least a taste of what SVU dealt with.
“You need someone to go home to,” Bella declared with authority.
Sonny winced and tried to hide it behind a sip of wine, but his sister caught it.
“You seeing anyone?” she asked. “It’s been a while since you got dumped.”
He ducked his head and considered not telling Bella about your recent reappearance in his life but decided to go ahead and tell her. She’d find out anyway, and maybe she could offer some insight from the female perspective. When you’d broken up with him over a year ago, Sonny had leaned heavily on his younger sister, crying to her about the loss of you.
So he told her all the news: how you marched into the precinct one day as a public defender, how you went to lunch with him and accused him of emotionally cheating with Amanda, how you made polite small talk with him and sometimes looked sad when you saw him. How he didn’t know what to do now.
“She probably still has my number blocked,” he finished. “And I doubt she’ll go to another lunch with me. I see her all the time now but can’t get through to her. I wish…I wish I could just let her know how I really feel.” He sighed and scrubbed his hands down across his face. “I miss her so damn much, and it’s killing me that she’s gone!”
Tommy made that sympathetic clucking again, and Bella looked sad too. You had only met Sonny’s entire family once, but you’d spent time with Bella a handful of times after the two of you clicked instantly. Sonny had pictured a future where the two of you were married, and Bella and Tommy were married, and your respective children could grow up together, cousins as close as siblings.
“Well, if you can’t talk to her or call her, you could always write her a letter,” Tommy offered. He rarely spoke up at Carisi gatherings, and both Sonny and Bella looked at him in surprise. Tommy shrugged. “You know, at least you can get your feelings out on paper. You don’t have to send the letter. But if you do….” He trailed off, uncomfortable.
Bella cocked her head at her fiancée. “That’s actually a good idea,” she said, and Tommy beamed. They both turned and looked at Sonny expectantly.
“Maybe,” he conceded.
“C’mon,” Bella wheedled. She punched him lightly in the arm. “Girls love romantic gestures like that. And who writes love letters anymore?”
“Maybe,” he repeated, but he was already composing the opening lines.
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He typed out all of the drafts on his personal laptop, revising and rewriting and sometimes deleting and starting over entirely. It took him a week to get a final version ready.
He thought about Bella’s line about romantic gestures and stopped at a stationary store. He bought some nice, heavy paper edged in a dark blue that reminded him of the sweater you were wearing when he first met you. He bought a nice pen too, and then he got to work.
If you hadn’t gone to that lunch with him and opened up a bit about where you had been when you broke up with him, Sonny would never even consider writing you a letter. But you had, and it had given him a slender bit of hope that you’d be open to hearing more from him.
It took a few tries. His cursive was out of practice, and the first few attempts resulted in misspellings and ink blots. He kept writing it out until it was perfect though, even if his hand was cramped and aching from writing so much. Bella was right – who wrote love letters anymore? If he couldn’t give you anything else, he could at least give you one, perfect love letter. You deserved that much, at least.
*******
You were feeling great – you had spent the morning at a sexual cybercrimes conference. You had seen Barba, implied that his coworker O’Dwyer was smarter than him, and then delighted at how offended he looked. Of all the ADAs you had to deal with on a regular basis, Barba was your favorite to wind up. You practically skipped back to your office, where a mountain of new cases waited for you.
You shut the door to your office and shed your suit jacket in the airless little room. You kicked off your heels and slipped into a pair of sandals and settled into your chair.
You started with the interoffice mail: standard memos and policy changes and an updated public defender contact list. There was a retirement card being passed around for an older paralegal who was ready to hang it all up and move to Boca Raton.
You moved on to your regular mail. There was the usual junk that slipped past your admin. A plea for a donation from Fordham. Some letters from past clients.
At the bottom of the stack was a manila envelope with your name printed carefully across the front. No return address – another client, probably. You opened it and slid out another envelope of heavy, creamy paper. Your name was written across the face in familiar handwriting. Your stomach dipped when you recognized it. Sonny.
You thought about tearing it open then and there, but you got a call to go to the 5th precinct, so you tucked it into your satchel. It was probably safer to read it at home anyway.
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The letter sat in your bag like unexploded ordinance, but you got through the day. You rushed home, skipped dinner, and poured yourself a tumbler of wine to the brim. You settled onto your couch, took a deep breath, and opened the letter.
The paper was heavy stock and gorgeous. The handwriting was careful – nicer than Sonny’s usual scrawled signature or block printed notes from college. He’d obviously put time and thought into whatever he wanted to say. So you took another breath, took a few deep swallows of wine, and read it. It said:
You probably think that we first met when we both went bowling with our mutual friends, but that wasn’t the first time I’d ever seen you. The first time I saw you, we were in the same class a semester earlier – Investigative Criminal Procedures. It was a huge lecture hall, and you always sat about five rows ahead of me. Of course I noticed you, because you are beautiful, but it was a fight you had with the professor that made me realize how much of that beauty came from deep within you. Maybe you remember? Professor Graham had some controversial thoughts about search and seizure, and you shot your hand up, didn’t bother to wait for him to call on you, and then you launched into an impassioned tirade that tore every one of his points apart.
My first thought after that class was that if I ever was in trouble with the law, I was going to hire you as my lawyer. My second thought was that I was certain that I loved you.
When I finally met you that night at bowling, you see, I already was in love with you. And you were so friendly and happy, laughing at your own terrible score – I only fell harder. When I went home that night, I made a vow that I’d make you mine, and for a blessed while, I had. But I lost my way, and I lost you in the process.
I don’t want to dwell on what I did wrong because I replay it every day of my life. I just want you to know that I regret, every day, how I neglected you. How I took you for granted. How I assumed that you’d wait around for me to get my act together. How I didn’t put you first or make you feel how special you are to me. I’ll always regret how I failed you.
But I want to say all the things now that I should have told you when we were together.
You are, as I said, beautiful, both inside and out. You always manage to make my heart stop every time I see you, whether you’re in your work suits or in your comfortable pajamas.
You have so many amazing things going for you. You’re easily the smartest person I know, and you have both book smarts and common sense. You’re always able to get to the easiest solution to a problem. You’re abilities in the courtroom as a public defender just proves this.
You have an amazing sense of humor. You always seem to be able to find the humor in the situation, and you always made me laugh. And you manage to tease people in a way that builds them up and doesn’t tear them down. It’s a gift.
You have an amazing heart. You always show care for your clients, and before that, care for your friends, for me, and even for the strangers who cross your path. You never seem to judge – you give the homeless man money with the same love you give to your friends when they need you. I love that about you. You don’t make people work for your love: you just give it freely, even when they don’t deserve it. You certainly gave it to me far longer than I deserved it.
If I had to describe you in a single word, it’d be “rock.” You were always my steady foundation, my touchstone for when things seemed too hard. You supported me when I wanted to give up on law school. You supported me when the NYPD was moving me from precinct to precinct and I wanted to give up on being a detective. You saw me at my worst moments and kept me grounded and gave me hope. Sometimes I felt my faith failing me, but I never stopped believing in you. And no matter what happens, I never will.
More than anything, I want to you know – really know – that I loved you then and I love you still. I know why you probably won’t believe that, but it is true. I know I didn’t give you enough proof of that fact, and I regret it. I know that you think there was another woman with a place in my heart, but that wasn’t the case and still isn’t the case. How could there be room for anyone else there, when you took it so utterly and completely? And when you have it still?
I hope this letter did not upset you. It was not my intention if it did. These are all things I should have said a long time ago, when I still had you, and it’s no one’s fault but my own that I have to write them down and send them to you now.
If nothing else, I want you to know that I loved you completely then, that I love you completely now, and for the rest of my life, I’ll love you just as much. And as such, I want you to be happy, no matter what that looks like.
It was signed, “love always, Sonny.” But you could barely read it through the tears streaming down your face.
You probably read it twelve more times before you went to bed, and since you were unable to sleep, you read it twelve times more.
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You saw Sonny across the courtroom a week later, but he just nodded at you and gave you a small smile that didn’t reach his bright blue eyes. You nodded back and smiled.
You were working on your own response, in letter form to keep it true to his own letter. You approached it a lot like your law work – you wrote out an outline and built it from there.
It took you a few weeks to craft the perfect response, and you carried it in your bag for another week. You didn’t want to mail it to him. You figured, after the way you’d dumped him, you owed him a hand-delivered letter. It was the least you could do, especially after he made the ballsy move of even reaching out at all. And you had to admit that there was something romantic about getting a love letter. It was a stark contrast to your last attempt at dating, when a guy you’d gone on a first date with texted you a week later with an unimpressive dick pic.
Then you got a call about a client in the 16th who was arrested and about to face arraignment in a day. You checked your bag and made sure the letter was there. If you saw Sonny, you vowed to hand it to him then and there.
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Sonny was tortured by that stupid letter. You never responded. He knew deep-down that you might ignore it, but he had some stubborn hope that you’d reach out to him. He had a stupid, recurring fantasy where you rushed over to his apartment in the middle of the night after reading his letter, tearfully admitting that you still loved him too.
He saw you once in court, and you nodded at him in greeting but didn’t say anything. He resigned himself to finally admitting that it was over. But at least you knew how he felt. Maybe it gave you some comfort or closure.
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It was another grey day in Manhattan. Well, it was July and sunny, but Sonny didn’t feel particularly up to his nickname. Amanda was just starting to show in her surprise pregnancy, and she was an irritable, nauseous mess. Fin and Liv had collared a potential serial date rapist who was preying on Hudson University students, and he sat in the interrogation room after asking for a lawyer.
The elevator dinged, and Sonny heard the familiar click of heels. He felt his stomach drop while his heart soared, an uncomfortable feeling. The feeling of possibility that would probably just disappoint him.
You breezed past him and Amanda and strode into the interrogation room where Barba was waiting. Sonny heard first some low voices, then louder ones as you and Barba got warmed up and then traded snappy retorts as you tried to find a compromise. Everyone, including Sonny, knew how to read the situation now: if you marched out with your head tilted and Barba strolled out scowling, it was no deal. If you marched out with a smile and Barba strolled out scowling, there was a deal.
Today? You marched out with your head tilted in defiance, and Barba fell in step with you for a few strides, trying to salvage some deal. Sonny smiled to see it. Barba never seemed flustered by anything, but you had a way of making the ADA seem rattled. You just shook your head at him….until your eyes fell on Sonny.
You started to smile, but your eyes slid over to Amanda and Sonny saw it all in slow motion. He saw your smile falter as you took in his partner’s pregnant belly, and he saw you make a giant assumption about who made it that way.
“Shit,” he muttered, and he watched you practically sprint out of the bullpen. Barba, for his part, looked confused and started to follow but stopped. Sonny went after you and nearly caught up thanks to his long legs, and even though you kept jamming the elevator button, he managed to get his hand in and stop the doors.
He called your name, but you shot him an angry look through tears that were welling in your eyes.
“Let go of the door,” you said through gritted teeth. Your voice had a shaky quality as you fought the urge to cry. “Just let me go.”
“No,” he replied. “I know what you’re thinking….”
“You have no idea what I’m thinking,” you retorted. You punched the button on the elevator a few more times for good measure, then you reached into your bag. “I’m thinking that I’m a fucking idiot. That’s what I’m thinking.”
“It’s not like that,” he pleaded, and he felt his own eyes fill with tears. You were so distressed; he just wanted to reach out and hold you, but when he extended a hand, you visibly flinched from it.
“I don’t care what it’s like!” you wailed, and you pulled a folded piece of paper – no, pieces of paper – out of your bag. You tore them in half, and then again and again and again until you couldn’t tear anymore. Then you threw them at him, and Sonny realized that the confetti was your reply to him. Or had been. He knelt to pick up the pieces of torn paper, and the elevator, finally released, closed its doors and carried you out of the building.
He couldn’t chase after you. You were too hurt by what you saw – or thought you’d seen – and he was on such thin ice anyway. All he could do was gather up the tiny pieces of paper from the dirty precinct floor.
And take them back to his desk. And start to put them back together.
#sonny carisi#sonny carisi imagine#sonny carisi x reader#law and order svu#law and order svu fanfiction#tropes and tales
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Trafalgar Family Headcanons
a/n: atrocious that the only results i get for "trafalgar law family" in tumblr's gif seach is only doffy stuff and the donqi (donkey, ha) pirates, not a single one of their bio family
well, this'll have to do, since post-flevance pre-swallow island rosi is the only family law has to speak of...
they/he law, no reader
cw: angst, homophobic/transphobic microaggressions, implied(?) religious trauma but there's nothing in detail, just law really failing to fit in with the other church boys for whatever reason
word count: 1.3k
The passion for medicine started for Law's father when his father was drafted to war, just before Amber Lead was truly profitable but powers on top were already vying heavily for it, and ended up passing on the way home to his family - Law's father never ended up being a front like medic like intended, but his research was still invaluable to his peers in the field and he ended up helping in the expansion and flourishing of the hospital that would eventually become his grave
Law's mother was a classically trained dancer before she went into medicine; feeling the burnout of one career path but throwing herself headlong into another high-powered job before second guesses and frankly, reason, could knock her off-course
Diving into an occupation that seemed to be almost directly antithetical if not completely random to escape the monotony of her previous path in life, falling in love with a man on this new, exciting route and building a life with him - Law retains not-so vivid memories of how their mother stressed the importance of building a safety net for themself in the future, of stability, but they'd always remember the soft tone her voice when she spoke of just going for it, jumping into doing this with their father
Law didn't inherit his mom's merit in whimsy it seems, but they definitely picked up her anxiety about the little things, how she'd fuss over the smallest details in her plans to make sure everything went perfectly; Law feels a twinge deep in their chest whenever they catch themself fiddling with the edges of paper within their notebooks, trying to focus a cacophony of thoughts into something workable just like their mother
Their mother never talked much about her upbringing, or the people in her life before she took this plunge with their father, but what Law's mom did share with her children was her love for music - maybe a little misguided in signing them up for classes instead of just, letting them enjoy it for what it is, but Lami always seemed eager to pull out her violin for relatives and though Law still never socialized much, being able to play the piano did give them a slight "cool" factor that drew other kids to their side if not only to ask Law if they knew how to play this, that, or the other
But on the other hand, the kids got to see just how happy their parents were to dance in the comfort of their kitchen or living room when their songs played on the radio, pulling a reluctant Law and giggling Lami along with them to the beat; eventually everyone would lay in a cuddle pile on the floor or on the couch, breathless from laughter and a day off from school well-spent
Once, while Rosi was basking in the sun on the rare occasion where he and Law didn't have to run from bigoted doctors or duck behind marines' line of sight, where they both had a brief, precious moment to just breathe - Corazon found himself at a loss for what to do when Law started dissolving into tears (very reluctantly and trying to hide it the whole time, mind) when a certain song played on the radio
It took hours of coaxing to finally get the kid to talk, but after Law finally did spill the reason for his upset, Corazon could only hold them in the comfort of his coat while he smoothed over their tiny back with his hand the size of Law's head, an ache long dulled in Rosinante's own heart starting to throb numbly again
Law's grandmother was a devout woman, becoming especially pious after the death of her husband even though her prayers of bringing him home safe were never answered, she doubled down on her beliefs and blamed herself for not praying hard enough, not devoting herself enough to The Lord
She'd round up the family every Sunday for mass and make sure everyone was freshly dressed, on their best behavior for The Lord's house - Law didn't doubt that their grandmother did love them, but they could never shake the feeling that she valued appearances to the community more than what their family actually felt about these rituals
They went because they had to, it was what they always did and breaking tradition would be a "slippery slope" to god knows what as other members of the parish would say - plus, Law's father, for as long as Law had been alive up until that point, had been weak against their grandmother
Apparently it was because he was a particularly rowdy kid, always causing trouble for their grandmother even after his father passed, and the wakeup call Law's dad got was bad enough to swing him in the complete opposite direction - he loved his kids, sure, but he was strict, and when it came to grandma? Whatever she said, goes, out of the guilt Law's father never addressed with his mother, sweeping every bad thing under the rug like they always did to keep moving forward
So to mass every weekend they went
Mom and dad were used to the pleasantries, mingling with other adults over the provided lunch afterwards and Lami got to play with the friends she easily made on day one, family friends; yet Law never quite found the right clique to assimilate into - either they were too macabre with descriptions of last week's anatomy class where they dissected live frogs, or nobody found their rambles about commemorative coins all that interesting
Their mom urged Law to approach other kids about the Sora comics he liked so much, but given the reception to all their other interests, Law kept this special interest very much personal - they occasionally toss and turn at night thinking of how those comics probably would be their in with them, but then again, it's not like any of that would matter in the end - whether those snotty church kids accepted them or not, Flevance was always destined to end up in flames
Wholly ignored by it's supposed savior that swathes of people offered their reverence to every single week, every day in the case of their grandmother, no one had come to save a single person in the White City
In any modern setting I'd imagine them as Colombian with much of the same choices being made here - Law isn't particularly close with their folks, and if you asked them about their dad their first thought would go to Corazon; it's strained over the years for a myriad of things but the ones lined up above paint the clearest picture
They talk to Lami on and off, Law's still pleasant enough with their sister to hang out ever other month - they shut down any talk of possibly meeting up with mom and dad to sort things out, however - on the off chance that Law does have to meet with their parents, it's about as tense as you an imagine it, especially if extended family is involved
Law can handle prodding about their studies and bullshit an answer about where they intend to take his career in life, but they absolutely dread the questions about girlfriends and the however many hours of misgendering they can come to expect before he can go home and have to recharge for about a week - Corazon and their childhood friend group are more or less the only people in an out of their house at that time, but others may be allowed over towards the end of their cocooning session
Lami tries to advocate for them with when they have to field nosy relatives, Law appreciates her for that, but she can only do so much having to deal with her own onslaught of invasive questions about her personal life, she'd tell him; Law recognizes the familiar icy curl in their chest whenever she does - they're all just trying to get by in their own ways, no one has time to coddle them; they get much of the same feeling from their mother, who does try to extend an olive branch every now and again, but mostly silence from his father when the topic comes up
Law - doesn't make it a habit of keeping in touch with their folks
#cebwrites#one piece#trafalgar law#op law#one piece law#one piece headcanons#one piece hcs#trafalgar law headcanons#one piece trafalgar law#trafalgar lami#trafalgar law's parents#flevance#modern au#the reason is neurodivergence and latent queerness btw#neurotypicals and cishets can sniff that shit out like blood hounds
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9. White Coat Syndrome
Holidays were a rare treat for the Cunningham-Cole crew. Both Taidgh and Harrisons jobs were difficult for raising a family, but they refused to let it get in the way. Each day out was precious, even a few hours at the park, a walk to feed the ducks, the tiny things that meant the world to both dads.
With the kids old enough to actually be a contender in races, Harrison often brought his running blade to join in - he wasn’t going to let Tai have the fun. So that's where they found themselves on a warm Sunday morning, charging around the park like idiots. They'd planned to stay the day, picnic packed and ready. Levi was old enough to join in, though he didn't always undenal the rules of whichever game they were playing, occasionally ending up in tears.
Frisbee was easy enough, so they eventually moved onto that. The park was quiet enough, though the hum of other families laughter carried across the air. Even Harrison's laughs carried across, Alfie having his life and loving it. Scout was just as bad as them, haring around the park and herding his family.
Tai loved their weekend days out, when the whole family could mess around together. It was a warm day, the sun shining over the grass. The kids were rowdy, on their last few weeks of school holidays, and it had been good to get out of the house. He’d been haring about with them that morning, trying to catch up with the kids, but his knee had twinged and he’d ended up sat on the picnic blanket watching them play Frisbee, Scout rushing madly between them as he tried to catch it mid-air. He let them play for a while, before his stomach growled at him and he couldn’t ignore the food he was sat next to any longer.
“Hars! Kids! Come on, lunch! I’m starving to death over here!” He called.
They raced over, Scout leading the way with his bounding strides. The boys were close behind, but Harrison lagged slightly, his own leg starting to ache.
Harrison settled by Tai, wrapping an arm around his waist as he pressed a kiss to his cheek, the pair like lovesick teenagers. Of course, the kids made their displeasure known, a quiet chorus of gross as they laughed.
Tai leaned into Hars, grinning at the kids. “You’ll get it when you’re older.”
"Ew, no! It's gross!" Kieran laughed, his nose scrunched.
“You’ll get a kiss too, if you’re not careful!” Tai teased, reaching out for him.
"No! Alfie, help!" Kieran wriggled away, shouting and laughing.
“I’ll get you both!” Tai said, as Alfie piled in, and Scout tried to join in too, barking and hopping excitedly.
Harrison sat back with a smile, looking proudly on at the chaos he'd created. He grabbed a sandwich while the others were distracted, sneaking Levi a piece of cheese his youngest had been eyeing up.
Eventually the chaos died down, the twins and Tai flopping back on the blanket breathless and grinning. He reached for the food, grabbing a sandwich.
As the kids dug in, Harrison nudged Tai's thigh. "Hey."
“Hey, you okay?”
"More worried about you. I saw you twist it."
“Just a little twinge, I just didn’t want to do any more damage to it."
Harrison rubbed his thigh. "Are you in pain?"
“Not now I’m sat down.”
"Are you sure?"
“Yeah, it’s not bad. I just didn’t want to be haring around on it and making it all swollen. If they don’t do this op tomorrow I’m going to have a breakdown.”
Harrison hummed, fingers trailing over skin. "Yeah, I know."
“Are you sure work are okay with your time off?”
"As if I'd give them a choice."
“And Steve’s okay with having the kids?”
"He's looking forward to it."
“Mm, okay.” He said, and kissed his cheek again.
Harrison reached a hand to cup his cheek, tilting his face up to kiss him properly. His thumb stroked his cheek as he pulled back. "It's going to be okay. I love you."
Tai smiled. “Love you too.”
He quickly pressed a kiss to Tai's nose before moving to lean against him and reaching for his can of pop. "You know I'll be there for you, whatever you need."
“Pass me another sandwich?” He asked cheekily.
"What's the magic word?" He teased, dangling it out of reach.
“Mm, please?”
Harrison grinned. "Nope."
“Hey!”
"You gotta say the magic word!"
“Please is the magic word!”
"Nope!"
“Come on!” He whined, kissing him on the cheek again.
Harrison's resolve cracked. "It's a good job I love you."
“And I love you too.”
Their day was heaven, a picnic in the warmth followed by more stupid games after they’d eaten. Eventually, though, they headed home, all of them just completely shattered. It was a job to corral sleepy kids to bed, Tai and Hars exhausted themselves. Scout had spent the evening sprawled out asleep on the rug in the living room, looking like they felt.
Even Tai and Hars had headed to bed early that night, aware they were up early the next morning. They fell asleep with Tai’s head resting on Harrison’s shoulder, warm and comfortable. When their alarm went off the next morning, Tai just snuggled up against him, refusing to move.
He was eventually coaxed out of bed and got dressed, enjoying the last glass of water he was allowed. Steve arrived to look after the boys, and after some hugs and fuss, the pair of them headed to the hospital. It was weird, driving their familiar commute for something other than work.
Harrison knew Tai was stressed. He could feel it a mile away. Of course, he was worried too, not just for the operation, but his recovery and everything that came with it. The operation itself was rubbing a little too close to home for Harrison, having had so many himself. It was the right leg, too, which only stirred up more emotions for him. He shook his head to clear his mind, taking Tai's hand as they headed in.
Tai squeezed his hand gratefully, heading through the doors into the day surgery unit. It was unfamiliar, which was both good and bad, but he signed in at the desk and then it was a waiting game, his left leg bouncing anxiously.
"You've got your bag, you've got stuff for after, some juice and some throat sweets." Harrison murmured, mainly to himself. "And you've got your sweets for emergencies, and I put an extra juice box in for you, too. I've got the insulin and I'll give it to the nurses when we get there."
Tai glanced over at him. “What would I do without you?”
"Probably be a lot less stressed." He admitted with a laugh.
“A lot more stressed, more like.”
"Mm, maybe."
“Got you to look after me.”
"I'll always look after you."
“Yeah.” Tai said, moving to rest his head on his shoulder.
"Sickness and in health. All that bullshit." He pressed a kiss to his hair. "And anyway, we've got the kids. I can't manage them alone."
“You could.”
"I wouldn't."
“I hope they’re okay with Steve.”
"I think it's the other way round." Harrison managed to joke. "I think dad's gonna regret offering."
“Probably, they’re nightmares.”
"I can't even stand up for them. I know I should." He said sagely, trying to keep a straight face.
“They’re feral, but hopefully yesterday tired them out enough.”
"I hope so. Scout was bloody knackered, bless him."
“Looked how I felt.” Tai agreed. It wasn’t long before they called him through, and he gripped Harrison’s hand as he stood. All he wanted was to go home, but that wasn’t possible. They asked him to change, and they’d be back for obs and things. He hesitated, looking at his fiancé. “Can I just sack this off and we just go home?”
"Don't be daft." He shook his head, though wanted nothing more than to do the same. "You need this sorted. Just think, this time tomorrow, all the operations and stuff will be done. And you'll only have the physio to do."
He pulled a face. “Even worse.”
"What, you're not looking forward to physio?" He feigned shock.
“Nobody looks forward to physio, knob.” He shot back.
"And after all the shit you gave me?"
“I’m allowed to give you shit, we’re getting married. Besides, I’m already doing physio.”
"Yeah, well, I'm doing a physio."
He snorted. “That’s a terrible joke. Can we go home? I don’t want to do this.”
"No, we can't." Harrison sighed. "And I'm not being a dick, but you need to take a few deep breaths, try and relax as much as you can. I can feel your anxiety from over here, and it's not gonna help you."
He forced himself to take a breath, his lips pressed tightly together. His shoulders slumped as he let it out, reaching for Harrison. “I hate hospitals.”
Harrison stood, moving to wrap his arms around his fiance. "I know, I know. I've got you."
He leaned into him, taking another deep breath and focusing on the smell of him, washing powder and aftershave and something that was just him. Some of the tension drained from his shoulders, his body softening against Harrison’s.
"That's it, well done." He praised, kissing his forehead. "Another slow breath.'
He nodded. “Feel all sick and anxious.” He admitted.
"I know, I know. It's fucking shit." He soothed. "But you'll get all the good drugs soon, get a nice little nap, and you'll wake up with your leg sorted."
“I’m such a baby, jesus.”
Harrison couldn't help his smile. "I know it's the wrong time and all that, but I really love your accent."
“Piss off.” He grumbled good-naturedly. “It gets softer all the time, being stuck here with you.”
"We should go across, once you're better. I'm sure your mum would appreciate it."
“She would, it’s been too long since she’s seen the boys.”
"Tell you what, Christmas? Steve said he'd come too, we'll go over for the two weeks. Stay in a cottage, have Christmas there." He said, feeling Tai relax into him.
“As if you’ll get two weeks of leave at Christmas.”
"Watch me."
“Only if you forge a sick note will you get that much time off. And don’t even think about it.” He teased. “I don’t even think I could get that much off, but maybe a few days before new years?”
"We'll manage it."
“What about going to Fao’s? Won’t you miss that?”
"You miss your family for mine."
“I love your family.”
"My point still stands."
“Mm, it would be nice to go back. You won’t understand a word.”
"Be nice for the kids to have the accent though." He smiled, glad Tai was relaxing more. "Be like mini yous."
“We’d need to move for them to have the accent, really. Right now they’re just gonna end up like Fao.” He joked.
"Oh, I don't know which would be worse." He teased, his face falling as the door pushed open.
Tai tensed, his jokes forgotten as the door creaked open.
"Hi, Tai? Ah, excellent, you're all changed. I'm just gonna grab a few obs off you, and then we'll pop you through."
He nodded, swallowing thickly. “Okay.” He untangled himself from Hars, sitting down.
Harrison mirrored his actions, sitting and fidgeting with a stray thread. The nurse was nice enough, but Harrison couldn't focus on their conversation, his eyes trained on the monitor.
Tai did his best to try and relax, focusing on his breathing. He’d looked to Harrison, but he was just staring at the obs machine, and that didn’t help. He tried to think of something else, of the Christmas trip they’d been planning, but the stupid thing had sound and he could hear how fast his pulse was, the way the blood pressure cuff squeezed so tight his fingers tingled and he prayed it wouldn’t be ridiculously high.
The nurse made a soft noise. “Oh, those are a bit on the high side, aren’t they?”
“I’m, uh, a really nervous patient. White Coat Syndrome and all that.” Was Harrison going to be pissed he was anxious again?
Harrison frowned at the obs, and stood up. He moved back to Tai's side, kissed his cheek and hopped on the bed next to him. He laced their fingers together, bringing their knuckles to his lips.
"Deep breath together?" He said softly. "Make you feel better."
He nodded, forcing himself to take another deep breath with Harrison.
He kissed their knuckles. "And again? All the way down, from your head to your toes."
“Gonna make me go dizzy.” He grumbled, but did as he was told after a few moments, focusing on drawing the breath all the way to his feet.
"Don't make yourself dizzy." Harrison murmured with a gentle laugh. "Defeats the point."
“I know.” His pulse had come down, and the nurse hummed.
“I don’t suppose you do your blood pressure at home, do you?”
Tai nodded. “Yeah, they asked me to at pre-op, given my anxiety. Last one was 121/83.”
“Oh, perfect.”
"He's the fittest person I know." Harrison said. "And I know I've gotta say that, but it's true."
“Well, I’ve not been so good recently, but I do my best trying to stay fit.”
Harrison stroked his thumb over the back of his hand. "You know, he even does the physio he's supposed to."
“Only because if I didn’t, I’d be the world’s biggest hypocrite. Practice what you preach and all that.”
The nurse laughed, leafing through the paperwork. "Ah, yeah, here we are. You've got your blood pressures for the week. Bless, you really are nervous, aren’t you?"
He nodded. “Really nervous. I’m awful, I hate needles and I’m not overly fond of hospitals as a patient.”
"I don't blame you, not one bit. They're not nice to be in." He smiled. "Unfortunately though, we will have to put a little needle in when we go through."
“Yeah, I know.” He said. “I’d rather that than no anaesthetic, but I’m not a fan.”
Harrison huffed a laugh. "Hey, maybe they can get you a sticker for being such a brave boy? Finn did it to me for my last one."
“Oh, piss off.”
"I'm not even joking. He found a little cat one, and I woke up with paed tape on my cannula and a "good boy" cat sticker stuck to me." He laughed. "Ely was in on it, I swear. So was Fao."
“I don’t remember that.” He said softly.
"Oh, I shouldn't have said anything. I've ruined my surprise."
“Arse.”
He kissed his cheek. "I know."
The nurse smiled at the pair. "Your heart rate has come right down to normal now."
“He usually makes it go up.”
Harrison blushed immediately, his ears tipped red. "Tai."
“I didn’t mean it like that! I meant you’re always stressing me out!”
The nurse laughed again. "Right, before Harrison here melts, why don't we get you through? The sooner you go down, the sooner you can be in recovery."
Tai couldn’t help the anxiety that shot through him. “Already? Thought I’d have to wait longer.”
"You're top of the list. We'll pop you through to the room and the anaesthetists are waiting for you to have a quick chat and then they'll take you down."
He nodded. “And Hars can stay?”
"For now, yeah."
"I've already spoken to them." Harrison said quickly. "They know."
“Okay then.”
Harrison squeezed Tai's hand. "We've got this. You’ve got this."
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