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callofdudes · 11 months

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I’ve been thinking about how how TF141 + König would react to the reader having a period accident..

Idk it might be weird but some peoples reactions have my heart, like when they're nice about it and help you instead of being disgusted by you😭

That's not weird at all. Got instant inspiration for this one. It's also spawned some little headcanons in my head so I might post those separately as well. Here ya go, let me know if it's ok 😊

141 + König helping you after a period accident.

141+König x Female!reader

König 🐙

You and König were walking around the mall when you got the feeling in your gut. That feeling that kicked you right in the pelvis and almost made you stop walking. Shit... Not here.

König was currently looking at some new movies when you felt it again, clutching your pelvis to try and help it.

"König..." You whispered to him, tapping his hip.

He hummed, looking back at you and the awkward expression on your face. "What's wrong Schätzchen?"

"I think we need to wrap it up early. I'm not feeling good suddenly."

König was worried now. "Are you alright? Are you sick? Do you need medical treatment in this moment?"

You shake your head, walking slower and stiffer, hoping to get home before it was too late. König could see there was something going wrong but he followed.

He kept a close eye on you as you both made it back to the car, by that time König was helping you in the car and noticed. "Y/n... I think you are bleeding."

You groaned, immediately feeling more embarrassed about it. "Yeah..." You just wanted to rush home and change. And get your clothes in the wash before they stained.

König however, grabbed the car keys and rushed back inside. He had no idea what he was doing but he rushed to the drug store at the entrance of the mall and decided to ask a worker.

"Hey uh.. my um.. my friend, she is hurting and I want to help her. C-could I get some help with the feminine products..." He was a sweating mess asking about it. But he wanted to help you.

The clerk was also super nice and pointed him where he needed to go and gave him a quick suggestion on what to get. So without a second thought he purchased them and ran back to the car where you were still holding yourself.

"Here y/n... I-I got those for you. And you can do it in the car if you want- I don't mind, and I won't look!"

He immediately shut the door and turned around. He waited nervously outside. He hoped that was right, that he'd gotten everything. He did want to help even if he wasn't the most knowledgeable about this sort of thing.

You felt happy that he went through all the trouble. It would... Work for now.

So you put it on and got out, giving him a thumbs up while he nervously fiddled with his fingers. After, König got in the driver's seat and looked at you. "Are you doing better?"

"it'll work until we get home. Thank you König."

"Yeah.. yeah! Of course! Now let's get you home."

Price 🥃

The two of you were at a barbecue with 141 and some other soldiers, you hadn't even noticed or felt anything, probably too busy eating and talking. You'd felt weird and had cramps that morning, but after an hour and no actual blood, you'd assumed it was early cramping.

Price was sitting in a chair, talking to Ghost about one thing or another when he happened to look up and over to you, in your white pants, clear as day...

"Excuse me Ghost." Ghost nodded, letting Price leave for a moment. He came up behind you and set his hands on your shoulders. "Y/n..." He whispered. "You've got a stain on your pants."

You look up at at him. "I what- I do??" Your face turned red as you soon realized what it would be. Oh you were stupid to wear these pants...

Price gently pats your arm, you were so lucky you were over at Laswell's house. "Come on, come sit inside until we can help ok?"

You nod, following him closely as he opens the screen door and brings you inside. He could see the embarrassment on your face. "That's alright y/n, we'll help you out. Let me go find Laswell alright?"

You nod, staying behind and waiting as Price went to talk to Laswell about the situation.

"John, everything ok?" Laswell asked. While she'd let them use her expansive yard for the barbecue she wouldn't be in charge of supervision. So she was in her at home office room.

"Hey Kate. Y/n is having a little... Feminine emergency. She got her period and I was wondering if you would have anything to help?"

She nods, coming back down the stairs to see you still sitting there awkwardly. "We'll help you out kiddo." Price assured as Laswell brought back down a box of sanitary pads for you. "I might even have a spare pair of pants for you to wear?" She offers.

"If not, I can let you borrow my jacket." Price finishes.

"Thank you guys." You head to the bathroom and start to figure things out. While you were doing that Price went down to his car and got his big thick jacket.

Once you'd come out Price handed it to you and let you wrap it around your waist. "Thank you Price."

He nodded and patted your shoulder. "All good. We'll get you set up properly when we are home, alright?"

You nod, unable to help hugging him tightly. Price chuckled softly and hugged you back. "Alright, would you like to stay in here or go back out with everyone else?"

"I think I'll be ok to go back outside."

"Alright, you let me know if you need anything ok? And we'll get you all set up when we get home."

Soap 🧼

"Yes captain." You smile softly.

Price gave you the next two days of leave to let the cramps settle down and you were very, very grateful.

Growing up with all girls in his house he still didn't know everything about periods, but they didn't disgust him. So much that avoiding his sisters when they were acting like soulless floor crawlers was habit.

But when he noticed you in need, his brotherly instincts for you came into action.

You were in line for food, just standing there when you suddenly looked very troubled. "Soap... I think we should go home." You whispered.

"You want to go home y/n? But we just got here."

You nod a little, stance a little stiffer. He frowned, and you could tell he knew something was up. "What's wrong? Are you not feeling good?"

You shake your head softly, rolling your hand over your pelvis. "I think I just got my period..." You whispered, barely that. But John caught it.

He nods, ushering you from the line up. "Alright, we'll go home then. Do you want to pick up some pads at the drugstore while we're here or should we head back to base?"

"I think I'm almost out on base..."

John nods, that settles it then. "Alright, we'll stop at the drugstore and we'll get you what you need."

"You don't mind? I know we went out for food... No a sanitary trip..." You felt embarrassed. You really didn't want anything like this to happen with one of the guys. You just didn't think they'd understand.

You felt like maybe Soap of all people would make fun of you. But he brought you back to the car and drove you to the drugstore.

"Do you want to walk in or stay here??"

"Can I stay..?"

"Yep, no problem. Just tell me what you usually get yourself and I'll be right back." He smiled softly.

You were embarrassed. Telling him quietly before he shut the door and walked off with confidence. He wandered the aisle for a while, looking for the brand before spotting it and... Oh just grab one of everything you never know. So he came back with a bag full of product to last you a very long while.

"Alright, here ya go. I can wait outside if you want to put one on now?"

"You don't mind?"

"Nope, not at all. Go for it." He stands back faced to the window of the passenger seat. Guarding it while you did your thing. And you eventually you tapped on the window and he got back in the car.

"Alright, let's get you home and set you up."

You nodded. "Thanks Soap."

"No worries, I get it. Sometimes accidents like these happen."

He got you home and set you up, settling you down for a movie and got you your blankets and heating pad. And yes, he did go back and get that food so you both could enjoy it.

Ghost 💀

Man's panics. He knows a lot about periods surprisingly, but they are not in his wheelhouse. He does not have the expertise.

But he is definitely reliant and always a good person to go to for some help.

The two of you were at a very, very high end event. Like the higher ups of your higher ups were there. The both of you dressed up in suits with all your fancy pins on them and the little hats.

It was a big deal and you were nervous. You'd assumed the cramping you'd briefly felt earlier was just from the little amount of food you'd eaten before rushing out the door that morning and your anxiety.

Ghost was off in the corner, watching everything. He noticed somewhere along in the night you'd grown uncomfortable and oddly stiff. Almost as if you were self conscious of something.

He assumed it to be nothing until you walked over to him stiffly, blushing from embarrassment.

"What do you need sergeant?"

"Ghost..." You whispered, making him lean in a little more. "I think I just got my period..."

He's totally cool on the outside but inside he is panicking. He nods. "Do you have... A bag or something?"

You shake your head. "No... I left it all at home..."

Ghost sighed and nodded. "Alright, I'll head back home and get your stuff."

You nodded awkwardly. "Thank you."

He patted your arm. "Just sit tight, shouldn't be long."

And with that Ghost excused himself from the venue and got back in the car, driving all the way back home. He searched your bathroom, grabbing one... Two... Ok three if you need it. He can't be too careful. And a spare change of pants and underwear if you needed it.

He came back with the bag and pulled you to the side. "Everything you need should be in there. Bathroom is down the hall, call me if you need anything."

"Thank you so much Ghost. Thank you." You took the bag and rushed off, delighted to find a spare change of pants as well.

Once you'd changed you came back out and gave Ghost a thumbs up, to which he nodded in approval and the event continued without a hitch.

Gaz 🧢

I just know this man is the kind of guy to hook up the bubble bath and say F You to the world for a while. So afterwards you get full spa treatment from him.

Will do anything to help you.

You were training with some of the other soldiers. A slightly chilly day though you enjoyed it and hadn't worn a sweater. You already felt warm enough.

You'd already been out there for two hours and any burn or cramp was just played off as what would normally happen. You weren't really thinking into it much.

You'd taken a break to relax and you felt another cramp right in your pelvis, making you groan as you bent over a little to hold yourself.

Some of the sergeants noticed the stain forming in your grey jogging pants. "y/n, are your pants dirty or something?"

This caught Gaz's attention who looked over, noticing your discomfort. You looked embarrassed as you started to connect the dots between your horrible cramps and your accident.

He gently pushed past the sergeants and got himself between you and them. "Yeah, I think that last load of laundry didn't come out right. I noticed it on my clothes as well."

You looked up at Gaz with relief as he gently tugged off his sweater and wrapped it around your waist.

"Come on, let's go get you to your room."

You followed, your cramps bothering you the whole way. Gaz got you to your room and grabbed out a fresh pair of pants and let you change and such.

Once you were done he came back in and helped you into bed. "Thanks Gaz." You whispered.

He leaned down and plugged in your heating pad and wrapped you in all your blankets. "No problem y/n, it happens. I get it."

"Do you need any more supply? I have to head out for a bit later and I could pick up what you need?"

"You wouldn't mind?"

"Not at all. Just helping you out. I can even pick you up a snack or two. Does chocolate entice your palette?" You both chuckle softly.

"I'd like that, thank you." You smile, already feeling much better. Gaz made sure you didn't need anything else before leaving you to rest.

And yes, he came back with everything you needed and a giant bucket of ice cream all your own.

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satansindexfinger · 2 years

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The older brothers with an s/o who has tattoos

Warnings: none

Note: My first ever imagine/scenario haha. I hope it doesn't disappoint;w;

Lucifer

If you didn't know any better, you'd think the Avatar of Pride hadn't noticed your ink at all. He never made any mention of it verbally or let his eyes longer on it too long.

But it didn't escape you how he would trace his fingers over the body art in your more intimate moments, eyes slightly slanted in appreciation. He almost looked like he wanted to comment on them but settled for quietly admiring them.

Eventually he would beg the question, in the middle of a snuggle session, "Say, what does this one represent? It must have some significance if you're willing to have it permanently etched in your skin."

Lucifer is adorning a soft smile as you give your thoughts behind that particular tattoo, proceeding to trace and ask about the others, listening just as attentively.

"I adore the way they decorate your body. I've heard the process is painful; even more reason to appreciate how far you've gone to preserve what's important to you."

If you're considering getting another tattoo, he would be researching the healing process and reminding you to put on your ointment every day.

If you really want to see him lose his composure, get one that symbolizes him or your relationship. You're guaranteed tender kisses on that area (by a red faced Lucifer) when you two are alone. He will make sure you wear clothing that shows it off, unless it's in a private area.

Mammon

He would find them badass as fuck. Doesn't matter what kind of tattoos they are - full sleeve, minimalist, basic designs, intricate art, a triangle on your finger - the great Mammon gives you plus ten badass points.

Would absolutely brag about you behind your back to his brothers and friends. "Ya think yer tough?! Well my S/O is tatted! Bet ya don't have the guts to do that!" It's honestly silly, but Mammon really does love them.

Would never admit it but has looked online for couple matching tattoo ideas. He finds the idea of you both having ink that proves your strong bond heart-stopping.

"So when are ya gonna get one in my honour? I was yer first so I think The Great Mammon deserves it!"

If you actually go with it get prepared for a very flustered and overexcited demon to deal with. He will insist on being with you at your next appointment and holding your hand through it. It's so you don't get scared, is what he says.

Only for him to be the one passing out in the middle of it, seeing the needle going through your skin. It's a bit too much for your boy to handle.

Somehow his hand is still gripping yours throughout it.

Leviathan

Levi found you intimidating to approach at first. He'd be lying if he said he still didn't to some degree even after getting to know you. Levi knows you're a kind soul when it comes to him, but any time he catches a glance at your ink always makes him think about how secretly tough you must be. It makes him go weak in the knees (in a good way).

Can you blame him? The only exposure this boy has had to tattoos has been through anime and other media; tough characters with a rough past are usually the ones with ink, aren't they?! ... Or ones in gangs! You don't have any involvement in those, right?!

Despite the initial worries, Levi actually finds your body art extremely attractive. So much so he stutters and gets red in the face when he tries to compliment you.

"Y-you know, that one is my favourite, uh.. it's r-really nice and pretty! Ugh, no wait, that's not it! I-I mean, it is pretty!! I just meant- Agh, nevermind! I'm sorry!"

Will compare you to fictional characters that also have tattoos and how you are similar in positive qualities. Bonus points if you have any tattoos related to a certain game or show - that will get him rambling for ages.

If you have or are considering getting a fish and/or snake tattoo, Levi would be over the moon.

Lord help him when you roll up your sleeves or otherwise make a tattoo visable by removing your clothes. He would not be able to handle it.

Satan

Satan has done his homework on (most) common tattoos and their meanings upon meeting you. He finds the symbolism and idea of body art in general to be very interesting. Call him sentimental but the avatar of wrath is suddenly very fond of the idea permanently decorating his skin to show off anything personal to him. (A cat. He wants a tattoo of a cat.)

"I've heard tattoos show what humans hold dear to them; or what they want to keep in their memory. Or something they strongly believe in. So, would you mind explaining the history behind yours?"

You talking about your tats is a whole other level of intimacy for Satan. He feels the art shows sides of you he would otherwise find trouble reaching. He is taking mental notes the entire time, hoping to do further research later.

Will surprise you by telling you random facts about the history of the art of tattooing, ones you probably have never heard of. It warms your heart seeing just how much Satan is invested in learning more about you through this.

Would not mind visiting a tattoo parlour just for the fun of it, regardless if you're getting a new tat or not. If you do have an appointment Satan will stay with you the entire time. It's kind of awkward how intently he's staring at the tattoo gun the entire time.

The rebellious teenager in him wanted to get a "Fuck Lucifer" tattoo on him somewhere, but with your help he decides against it. He will settle with his pact mark. As long as you get that too.

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luckyshotwrites · 10 months

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Part 1 - Since Ya Owe Me~

Contents (Warnings/Mild spoilers): A twenty foot tall "human" cowpoke, Cliff, meets a "stunted" small human named Cassie. (g/t, vore mentions, goofy shenanigans, and lore dips)

Wordcount: 1,800+

Side note: None to report

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Cliff

Husked rice sounds good. Maybe I can get a side of salmon or tuna, too. His stomach complained about the promise of delicious food. It knew the closest town was nowhere in sight.

"Ugh," Cliff grumbled.

He twisted the reins in his hands idly. The vipkey bobbed up and down along the faint stone path.

How long has it been? His stomach growled an answer. I haven't eaten for a whole day. He gave the last of his food yesterday to his scaly, saddled-up omnivore companion. He patted their side, feeling their scales shimmer with approval as he did so.

Cliff's eyes scoured the wet forest floor again. He hadn't seen any animals swinging or slithering about. Nor any appetizing plants. Huh? Maybe one of those eco events happened here. That would explain the lack of food and people.

He smacked his lips and rolled his tongue in his mouth. It felt dry.

He traced his belt, his digits skimming over his currently empty holster and then to his gourd. He swung it up, and his body felt the immediate disappointment—it held no weight. No water either.

Cliff tapped the bottom of the uncorked gourd to his head and sighed.

He fixed it back on his belt, then went to the other side. He picked up the compass and flipped open the silver top. The golden arrow spun, searching for a direction.

"Nearest town," he whispered, swallowing hard after. I hate that when you notice the thirst, it burns even more.

The arrow pointed a smidgen northeast. Damn, do these make travelin' easier. It then lit up at the center with the miles, and he hung his head. That's three hours. He put his free hand to his face and grunted into his palm.

"Nearest..." Cliff played with his options. I at least need some water. He said the word questioningly, "shrine?"

The arrow buzzed again, rotating quickly, but showed a similar path, more northeast than the town. An hour, that's better. Not the best, but to hell with it.

He grabbed the rein again, "We're going this way, Kackles."

Cliff's mount spurred and listened.

...

He strayed off the half-buried stone path for about an hour, humming old tunes. His eyes lit up as he finally spotted a torii. It looks a little worse for wear, but it's something. It meant a shrine was just beyond it.

He couldn't wait for the refreshing taste of fresh water.

He crossed his fingers as his companion started to strut up the long steps. Here's hoping they have one of those shrine guards with food.

Upon reaching the shrine, he jumped off and told Kackles to wait.

The shrine was small, with several cracks in its curved red roof, old, nearly shredded paper talismans, and no idols. Hmm. Cliff's teal-green orbs touched the mossy stones, and his finger ran across the podium, which normally held the shrine owner.

Is there some kind of Yokai roaming here? He questioned. His boots clattered across the muddy, grassy slabs. His eyes caught what he was looking for—a spring to the right of the shrine. It looks clear.

He slowed down before he reached it. His body twitched at the sound inside the shrine's paper gate. He narrowed his gaze, watching the movement.

"Hello?" Cliff called. He lifted his right hand slowly. "I saw this spring out here, and I wanted to know if anyone minds me takin' some." I'd also like any food you got, he thought, but he wouldn't ask for handouts.

A very skittish voice answered, "Go ahea-ah-eed!" Her tone skittered with panic.

"You need any help in there, ma'am?" He pushed his hat up, keeping his line of sight on the shadow beyond the paper.

"I'M FINE, DON'T COME IN!"

That doesn't sit right.

Cliff cautiously backed up. He took his gourd from his belt and walked over to the spring. He filled it up slightly and took a swig. His lip tensed up with distaste. A little tangy. Which meant the spirit of the shrine was gone, and the spring was on its way to being corrupted.

Regardless, he couldn't be picky, so he drank and filled what he could in the gourd.

He looked back at the shrine. He imagined it was a yokai inside, but...

A yokai doesn't usually sound like a scared woman unless it's asking you to save em'.

Cliff walked up the shrine's steps again, leaning back on one of the railings near the way down. He prepared to tell her he was going on his way. However, a loud shatter and cry made him leap from the pillar.

He threw back the paper door, and his eyes caught what looked like a woman. Her skin was as pure as snow in a tattered kimono that matched. Except for the splotches of blood and mud soaking its “skirt” end.

Her claws were deep in the varnished wood, trying to climb it. Her head twisted back to look at him. Cliff took a step forward. The remaining vase pieces crunched under his boots.

She spoke with a garbled, gruff speech. She's new.

"This ain't your shrine, is it, Yokai?"

It hissed at the word, insulted by the term. It jumped down at Cliff, and he sidestepped out of the way. It rolled and crashed into the other table of useless trinkets. He backed into the other wall in doing so—his back bumped into the wall. The space was far too tight to fight in.

It really is a newborn; most yokai are faster, stronger, and have some supernatural magic to back them up.

He threw up his finger pistol and aimed it at her. Cliff’s eyes sparked with a ring of brighter, neon green light. It circled within his hunter green iris. The ring sparked repeatedly like someone kept hitting two stones together.

Before she could scramble back up, he set his vision on her along with his pointer finger. He lined it up and set the weak Yokai ablaze. It took a few seconds for the screeching to stop. It had been crisped.

He blew on his finger and put out the imaginary pillar of smoke coming from it.

That was pretty easy. Cliff got off the wall ready to leave, then realized that he was talking to someone else before. His eyes quickly looked over the room. He did a 360 in an attempt to find them.

He only saw shattered pots, dust, and a few broken trinkets. He rested his gaze back on the claw marks in the wood. Why would it try to get on the wall? He followed what its path might have been. And up there, between the wooden beams, was a girl. She was hard to see with the shadows of the unlit space protecting her.

She looks so tiny. Cliff had never seen a stunted human before. She looked like she’d stand at his knees. How did she even get up there?

"Thank you for that, sir," she said, hugging the wooden pole.

"Cliff," he replied.

"I'm Cassie," she said back, giving a slight wave, almost falling, and quickly clinging to the beam again.

"Can you get down, Miss Cassie?"

"O-of course I can. I just like the view up here is all." She said, "But I wish you luck on your trip, sir."

Cliff raised a brow, "Uh-huh." There's no way she's getting down from there without seriously getting hurt. Cliff put his arms out, "Two things: one, you got nothing to land on down here but shattered pots and dust."

She glanced down at his arms. "You want me to jump down into your arms?!"

"Yes."

"But what if I miss you?"

"Got any other options?"

She was quiet before she closed her eyes and adjusted her glasses. "Please don't drop me."

"Don't plan on it. Now come on," Cliff said.

She slowly got her legs dangling. She squeaked, still clinging on. Cliff waited and swayed with her feet.

"Don't have all day, Miss Cassie."

She nodded, took a deep breath, and let go.

Cliff caught her bridal style with a slight "oof," yet once he held her in his arms, he realized how light she was.

“Thank you,” she uttered.

I've carried toddlers with more weight than you. Cliff joked in his head. And we even look similar in age.

His mind wandered to her looks as he worked on putting her down. Stunted like her were rare, and knowing she wouldn't be that hard to carry made him reflexively swallow.

"By the way, nice focus magic you did there. Though, I don't think I've ever seen anyone put a hand up like that to use it." She copied his finger gun motion.

Cliff shifted his gaze and muttered, "I like putting on a show." He poorly hid his embarrassment. Here, I thought Stunted didn't know much about magic.

His mind trickled back. Is every rumor I heard about them right then? His stomach wanted to know.

"And you mentioned two things earlier but only said one," Cassie said.

I can't let a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity slip away. He wanted to know for sure if Stunted lived up to their hype.

"Two was about my services. They ain't cheap." Cliff said. He expected her to start running. She didn't.

"I told you everything was fine! You didn't have to intervene."

He scoffed and pointed to the pile of ash behind him, "You know what that thing was?"

The Stunted opened her mouth. Nothing proceeded to come out.

Cassie conceded, "I've never encountered that Yokai before, so, no."

"That was an Agubanba," Cliff said, "a Yokai that probably wanted to use you as a catalyst for its growth."

She lowered her head, "right."

Yet, newborn Yokai don't usually attack people outright.

He crouched down to meet her eye level the best he could, "Given that you seem to lack anything of value on your person-"

The girl with wild brown hair interrupted him, "I had plenty of valuable goods before those outlaws took them! I was resting in the shrine when they came in. I panicked and climbed up to hide." She fixed her large, thick, rounded lenses, "and I dropped my stuff when I made my way up."

Cassie shifted her head up, "They probably took those items into town to sell them."

She rubbed her hands together. It almost looks like you want to fight em' "Can you direct me to the nearest town, if it's not too much trouble?"

"Direct you?" Cliff questioned. You're asking a lot from a stranger, aren't ya? I can throw you in the opposite direction if I wanted.

"That way, I can pay you back! I'll get to town, bury it somewhere, probably along the edge, and even put one of those sizzling starlight flowers on it. They are quite common in this region." She said.

He rubbed the slight stubble of his chin. The more he looked at Cassie, the more he felt his little shoulder devils curiosity to eat her rising. "And how do I know you ain't lyin'?"

Her eyebrows knitted together, "Why would I-"

"Listen, little missy. I don't know much about you. A Stunted in the middle of the forest is a very odd thing to see." He slapped his hands on his thighs, "but I'll tell you what, I won't charge you my usual price."

Cassie's eyes lit up, then quickly fell to skepticism. "You won't?

"Nope, I have a little proposition instead," Cliff smirked.

His mind and body were in agreement. He wanted to curb his hunger.

Cassie didn't seem to like what his face was selling. "What kind of proposition?"

He flashed a wider smile and flicked up his hat, "I'd estimate it'd take about two hours until we hit town." His eyes met her rich brown ones. "So, in the meantime, little miss Cassie, since you owe me and I'm pretty hungry—"

He maintained his confidence as he asked, "—how about you be my temporary meal on our way there?"

...

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sweetestlittledarling · 6 months

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A Little Holiday Fluff

*Note: This is a stupid little thing that popped into my mind late at night and wanted to write before the holiday's goes past. It takes place in Gale and My Tav's, Finley (They/Them) first holiday as a married couple so takes place after the game. Also I looked up the holidays in Dnd and settled on Midwinter. In our home Dnd game it's called 'Winter's Day' <3. Hope you all have a good Holiday whatever you celebrate.

“What’s this Tara?” Finley asked looking over the little chest. It was just a small and simple-looking thing that had been hidden in the back of the bedroom closet. Finley hadn't actually noticed it before until Tara had pointed it out.

“This is something that is in dire need of doing,” Tara instructed. “Open the chest and you will see what I mean.”

Finley raised an eyebrow at Tara’s serious tone but nodded. They opened the chest and peered inside. “Are these- “

“They are Midwinter decorations,” Tara finished for them. “I have heard that Halflings celebrate this holiday, yes?”

“Among many others,” Finley said, picking up one of the colorful baubles from the box, looking at it carefully. “We halflins’ tend to take our holidays very seriously, though most of the time a holiday is an excuse to get everyone together to eat and drink.”

“Well right now I need you to focus more on the decorating part as we need to put up these decorations before Mister Dekarios returns this evening.”

“Wait, you want ME to help you decorate the tower?”

“Yes,” Tara stated, looking at the box almost with a wistful look, “because I feel Mister Dekarios deserves a happy holiday season this year. When he was trapped here in his tower because of the orb, I wanted to give him a bit of normalcy and celebration at this time of year. But sadly, I was unable to help as I was busy keeping him alive. Plus, I don’t have those things at the ends of your hands.”

“You mean apposable thumbs?”

“Yes, those. This year we have you living here, and Mister Dekarios is not in danger of exploding, so I feel that he can finally have the celebration he deserves. That is if you will help me.”

Finley looked at the decorations and then at Tara. They smiled softly as they nodded. “Of course, I’ll help. In all honesty I don’t think you could stop me.”

(A few hours later…)

“You don’t think we went a little overboard?” Finley asked as they placed up the last bit of garland along the hearth. They looked around the room at all the glittery and festive colors. To them it was very beautiful but they still worried.

“If it were too much, I would tell you,” Tara answered, taking a moment to scratch at the red bow once again around her neck. “Are you sure that this thing is necessary?”

“You look adorable Tara,” Finley answered, clicking their boots of flying to lower them to the ground. “You don’t have to wear it if you don’t want to.”

“Well, I will wear it at least until Mister Dekarios comes home, and then I will probably demand you remove it before I rip it to shreds.”

As if on cue, the door to the tower opened, letting in a quick bitter cold wind before it quickly closed again behind Gale who was rubbing at his hands. “By the Weave, it is colder than the elemental plane of ice out there!” he cursed as he removed his outwear, hanging it up in the appropriate spot. “I swear it is getting colder and colder each- “As he stepped out into the main living area, Gale paused, his eyes taking in all the decorations. He stood there in silence just drinking in the scene.

“Do you like it?” Finley asked, a little hesitantly. “We tried to make it look as good as possible. I mean we might have gone a little overboard on the-” Finley let out a little shriek as Gale silenced their worried words by lowering himself to his knees and pulling them into his arms. His cold hands made them shiver. “Gale! Your hands are freezing!”

“Well call it revenge for your cold toes in bed!” Gale laughed, pulling them close.

“Excuse you, I have bad circulation and can't help that,” Finley protested, though they didn’t really fight back against the hold. Instead, they looked into Gale’s sparkling eyes and smiled. “Do you like it?” they asked softly.

“I love it,” Gale answered, kissing them gently. “Honestly my love, I haven’t had such a beautiful surprise in a long time, thank you.”

“Well to be fair, this was all Tara’s idea. She wanted to do somethin’ nice for you since you didn’t get to celebrate in years past.”

“Indeed,” Tara said, hoping up onto Gale’s shoulders. “And now that the surprise has been had, I ask that you remove this thing from around my neck.”

“Okay, okay,” Finley chuckled, reaching up to remove the bow, “but you do look really cute with it on.”

Gale smiled as he reached up and scratched Tara behind the ears. “Thank you, Tara, I do not know what I would ever do without you.”

“I would wager you would probably be dead,” Tara assessed. “But thankfully you do have me and your partner to make sure you don’t put yourself into parrel ever again.”

“Indeed,” Gale said turning back to Finley, his eyes shining. "Truly I have been blessed by the Gods this Midwinter to have you both here with me. A blessing I intend to treasure for as long as I live.” Gale kissed Finley one more time before standing once again. “This tower has never looked so lovely, but I think it is missing a little something.” He snapped his fingers and suddenly the ceiling was decorated with a smattering of sparkling stars and galaxies.

“Wow,” Finley sighed in amazement, watching the stars and galaxies as they swirled, “you really haven’t lost your touch darlin’.”

Gale grinned as he gave a little bow. “And now for my next trick, I will make us a Midwinter feast fit for royalty, followed by wine and a warm fire to warm ourselves by. How does that sound?”

“Perfect,” Finley answered, sharing a happy look with a very satisfied tressym.

#gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #gale x tav #bg3 gale #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #fanfic #fanfiction #bg3 tav #gale x oc #Halfling #bg3 tara #tara bg3 #baldurs gate #ficlet #my writing #Finley Sparkwing #fluff #Midwinter

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Hi stormy!! You once told us that you watched bts contents with your partner and you just implied that two members of the group are may be romantically involved and he somehow guessed the members you're talking about? 😂 I'm not sure if i remember correctly but i remember reading that post intensely and with huge envy 😭 i so relate to that tweet: "my love language is watching bts contents together" i always tried to watch bts with my mom and sister (because I'm single af duh) but they sometimes indulged me but it's quite rare. They just don't like seeing me in hyperfixation mode. I'm also lucky enough to have got one of my friends to watch gcfintokyo with me but she was not that impressed 😌. She has the same reaction when i excitedly rambled to her JK LENT HIS STUDIO FOR JIMIN TO DO HIS BIRTHDAY LIVE, but then i guess maybe because she didn't know jk and jimin like us and why is it significant. So far, she only has watched bts bon voyage with me. Even with her calm reactions, I was so thankful to have at least someone to talk about my favourite boys. Sometimes I'm clearly aware none of them will have the same reactions as me and i know it's not their fault. They just were not interested. So I'm terribly jealous of you 😭 you both are so cute btw and I'm more than interested if you talk about your personal love story. I'm just rambling my immature feelings 😂 sorry if this is annoying and sorry for my english too. Also stormy, if you can, will you suggest some old contents that i should watch? Whenever i have free time to watch bts contents I'm always indecisive. Which concert or shows do you think is a must-watch for army?

I do watch some concerts with my partner! Not all, sometimes when I say I'm waking up at 3 am to watch the BTS concert he looks at me like I'm crazy and is like "okay babe, well I love you. Enjoy. Wear headphones please" 🤣 but if it's a rewatch (like PTD on Disney+ or just older concerts and he is free at the time) he will sit and watch with me and so will our kids. Same if the concert is happening at a more reasonable hour our time. Lol or will we all sometimes watch MVs, or Dance practices or run bts together. Not all the time, but it's nice when it happens!

And yes, lol I don't remember at all now what we were watching when it came up, since it was a long time ago. I hadn't mentioned before anything about shipping at that time, but i remember saying something about how even though shipping is so weird, sometimes it seems like there could be something there between 2 of the members. And he just went "oh yeah, you mean Jungkook and Jimin right?" And I said "why did you say them??" And he just made some off hand comment about how it seems like they act around each other from the little he has seen in ways that make it seem like they love each other the way he loves me. So for him if someone in the band was dating each other, it only made sense (in his head) for that to be jikook. For extra context, he is a Hobi bias, JK bias wrecker. And Jungkook was the first member he noticed and paid attention to in the group too. The hickey sealed the deal for him. He is pretty darn convinced at this point lol

Absolutely watch all of Bon Voyage or Run BTS if you haven't already! As for shows or concerts, you should go back to the beginning and see those if you can too! Their red bullet tour! The live Trilogy tour from 2015 too! Literally pull a concert tour name out of a hat for them and you can't go wrong honestly. LYSY concerts are INCREDIBLE. Any of those would be a really really good watch. 5th muster was EXCELLENT and should definitely be watched in full. I mean like honestly, pick ANYTHING and you'll have a good time! If you need help finding links to anything let me know and I'll try to help!!

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The only reason I feel like Elisa and Jadde might not be dating is that Jadde reposts quite a bit of straight couple inspo stuff on TikTok. Unless she’s one of those girls who thinks dating a masc is like dating a guy…

Wow too many layers to unravel for this ask. I had my assumptions too so I don't want you to feel guilty for saying this.

I originally wrote like a whole essay discussing this, until I went on tiktok to see what you were talking about and 😦

I will still keep some of my points here because I do think they're still valid.

Anything marked with RED was written before looking at her tiktok reposts. GREEN is after.

Topic one: Social media

1) I think many people forget how difficult it is to come out into the internet, especially when your audience is crazy thirsty men. It also seems like she probably won't stop attracting them because of her content (im not saying that she is attracting men on purpose, I'm saying that her content is usually catered to that certain area of the internet).

If you noticed on her comments, they're always men complimenting her, trying to get her attention, etc. Maybe some of these men are actual gentlemen, but let's not forget that they're still men. What do you think would happen when a 5'2 pretty woman with a 'hot body' came out and spoke about having a girlfriend? Do you know how people will flip out? I'm not fully aware on how the queer community is viewed in France... but homophobia is everywhere and men would go crazy when they find out the hot woman they like is with a woman instead of 'them'.

2) Now after that video slip up she made that had Elisa, she probably would NOT post about gay content or anything with Elisa. Because some of the fangirls would take those videos and make assumptions (...me 🙈) and try to get involved into their relationship even more.

3) After I saw the reposts, i was speechless. I wrote the two points above before I went on tiktok to see, and now I'm just staring at Jadde like 😦😦. I will speak about them below, but after I saw the reposts I just KNOW she's straight... it doesn't matter if she's going through a gay crisis right now, those reposts are all about a specific type of men (see topic three, point 3).

Topic two: Sexuality

1) now one of the reasons that made me go 'oh? Maybe they're just friends' is when I found out all of her public partners were men. But people need to stop disrespecting bisexuals, maybe that's what she is. Just because she hadn't dated women before doesn't make her straight.

2) yeah... I still refuse to believe she's not straight after that I'm sorry.

Topic three: Tiktok reposts (faith and type)

1) I don't want to disrespect Christians, because I am Muslim and both of our religions are quite similar. There are also a lot of queer Christians that practice their faith religiously while still being gay, they do exist. (Elisa used to wear a cross bracelet all the time, I'm not sure if she left Christianity, but she wears a van cleef bracelet now). However, the Christian posts from Jadde's reposts may have been a slight indication for me that she could be straight, but that doesn't mean she is 100%. Also genuine question... this is very off topic but I want to ask any Christian who sees this a question. As a Muslim, we have 'practice what you preach'. An example is: if a non hijabi comes and says 'women should wear the hijab and cover up and theyre dressing like whores blah blah'... that's a hypocrite. Although it's not haram (forbidden) to advice someone even if you commit the sin because sometimes it's hard to stop something, it's not liked. And if you see comments of non-hijabi's mocking hijabis for not wearing it properly, you'd see the responses to them are very harsh. Because tf are you coming here talking about how this hijabi woman is 'not wearing it properly' but your tits are out??? But that's Islam. And the reason why I brought this up is because I saw this on her reposts:

Babe... your ass cheeks are on the internet. I can literally see the outline of your vagina and buttcrack from those gym shorts. I'm sorry but what 😭 do you not want a man? You want them to avoid you? Your reposts are all about your future MALE partner and how Christianity is important but...yk what nvm.

And even when I said that it's okay to advice someone on something that you also do because it may be hard to stop, wearing modest clothes (especially on the internet) is not that difficult yk... like babe take your advice.

2) okay... now the reason why I don't think she is queer whatsoever is because of this specific repost that made me go??? Oh!

Basically this man is saying that if his kid ends up being 'non-binary', he will 'get milk'. Which means that he will disown his kid and leave them alone. I think what confuses me is if Jadde is actually dating Elisa, she wouldn't repost that because she's GAY?? I know that being non-binary isn't connected to being a lesbian or bi, but it's from the same community and it still makes no sense why a wlw woman would repost that. Idk, it gave me the ick.

☆ okay I got an update from a French person about how French people view non-binary people here.

3) Uhm... now about the romantic reposts you were talking about. I REFUSE to accept she's actually into women. If you're too lazy to look at her reposts, they are all about the same thing; hyper-masculine men that provide, aggressive, alpha male, extra rich and would provide her everything.

It seems as though she is the type of person who is old-fashioned when it comes to relationships. And I don't want to shame women who are like that, but that's not how it works when you're dating a woman.

Dating a woman is nothing like dating a man, even if they're dressed masculine. I've already made a whole post about this, Jadde can not be dating a woman. Not with these standards. Even though we don't know much about how Elisa is as a girlfriend, we know that she is still a girl at the end of the day. If you guys know Torinha (a masc brazilian tiktoker), she made a joke saying that mascs are 'trucks'... but not a black jeep, just a barbie truck. And I think that's a cute way to describe it 🥺.

This is just SOMETHING from what she reposts, there are A LOT:

4) if she truly was dating Elisa (I really hope they're not 😭), her reposts would still be extremely disrespectful. Especially because she reposts about male relationships all the time while being in a relationship with a girl (also elisa said she was not single on January 31, and these reposts are recent so she is 'dating' elisa while reposting this). All these reposts about men being rich, men doing this, men taking a girl on a date, men this, men that. MEN MEN MEN MEN. I don't care if you're bisexual, if you're in a relationship with a girl you need to RESPECT it.

☆ she also has this obsession of marrying and dating rich men that buy mansions and private jets and all the filthy rich things... babe you're dating a FEMALE player not a male player 😭😭 Elisa probably makes less money then her bffr lollll.

Topic four: The champions league match

1) okay last topic fr, this is one of the many reasons why I don't think she's dating Elisa; and it's the way she went on live after the lyon match. Basically after psg lost against lyon, Jadde went on live a few hours after that and was dancing and listening to music. Now I don't want to call her a shitty gf, but i feel like if your gf just lost a semifinal to her biggest rivals (and also getting dragged on the internet for her performance) you would try to be there for her. But she was chatting with the guys on her live and singing.

2) Fleur WAS there at the match. She was there supporting Elisa, and even though Fleur doesn't watch every match of Elisa, she still comes to many of them. I do remember the story Elisa made with fleur at the nation's league final with a caption 'family ❤️'. Also, Elisa and fleur still make weird ass comments about sharing clothes on captions and I feel like if Elisa was dating someone else, she'd have to respect and have boundaries with her best friend yk.

■Okay Basically the moral of all of this is that you [anon] are right, elisa and Jadde are probably not dating. I'm assuming they're just gym buddies or something, because I personally wouldn't want to date someone that reposts content that is harmful to my own community.

■Also I'm sorry for this long yap I really needed to share my opinion on the whole jadde and Elisa situation. I was scared if I sounded like a jealous weirdo if I brought it up thank you 😭😭

#elisa de almeida #moonytoes anons #sorry for the wait babe i needed a moment to write all of my thoughts i really hope youre not bothered by this

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duskymrel · 1 year

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Thick Thighs Save Lives

Synopsis: Alfred has two tattoos on his inner thighs. One side says "Thick thighs" and the other says "save lives." Arthur sees one of them...

Notes: I think Arthur would have different reactions based on which side he saw first. Also this was inspired by a chat I had with my friend on Discord. 💀

Tw: Cursing, stupidity, British people

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It was a hot day out, so Alfred was wearing a pair of those red basketball shorts that American guys love to wear for whatever reason.

He and Arthur were hanging out at the moment. Why? For plot convenience.

Alfred shifted a bit in his chair and his shorts rode up a little on one side. Arthur noticed a tattoo on Alfreds inner thigh, and read it.

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"Thick Thighs" side:

"...Alfred, what the actual fuck."

Alfred looked up from his phone, a bit confused. He knew that tone of voice. Arthur reserved it specifically for when he was disappointed in Alfred's dumb choices. (Which was often but shhhh).

Anyways, as far as Alfred was concerned, he hadn't done anything at that particular moment.

"What's wrong bro?"

"What in the bloody hell is that abomination of a tattoo on your thigh."

Alfred looked down for a moment, then back up at Arthur, a shit eating grin on his face.

"Why were you looking there, hm?"

Arthur looked a bit embarrassed.

"I simply noticed the writing is all. Now why the hell would you put that on your body permanently??"

"Eh, I was drunk as hell and did it on a whim."

Alfred decides not to show him the other thigh, which would make the message "Thick thighs save lives" instead of just "Thick thighs." He figures the latter would fuck with Arthur's head more.

"...Excuse me?"

Arthur has never looked more disappointed in his life. He fr looks like a tired mom. Somebody get him some alcohol, tea isn't cutting it anymore.

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"Save Lives" side:

"That's a nice tattoo, Alfred."

"Huh?"

Alfred follows Arthur's gaze and notices that his tattoo is visible.

"It's a rather nice message. And quite on point for someone obsessed with being a hero. Perhaps I should get something like that."

You know that face middle schoolers make when they succeed in making their friend say "what's ligma?" The smug, satisfied look they make before they shout out "LIGMA BALLS!" Yeah, that's exactly what Alfred's face looks like.

"Oh, that's not the whole tattoo."

Arthur looks rather curious. He honestly didn't even know Alfred had any tattoos until now, but he can't say he's all that surprised.

"May I see the rest of it?"

"Well, since you asked..."

He pulls aside the shorts on his other thigh to reveal to Arthur that it says "Thick Thighs." It takes him a moment to realize what the tattoos are saying, but once his tiny English brains works it out he looks absolutely done with Alfred's bullshit.

"You're a fucking twat."

Arthur is done with life. Finished. He craves d e a t h.

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I didn't write this with the intention of it being an AmericaxEngland, but it can be read as platonic or romantic.

No I absolutely did not put any real effort into making this good 💀

I take requests!! I typically write for Twisted Wonderland, but I'll gladly write for other fandoms.

Have a nice day my dears!!

The inspiration:

(I'm Duskymrel)

#Yes this is a shitpost #Hetalia England #Hetalia America #Hetalia Arthur #Hetalia alfred #alfred f jones #alfred freedom jones #arthur kirkland #hetalia americaxengland #America x England #Hetalia #dusky writes

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mariaurore · 4 months

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On Monday I bought 2 new DLC Kits, the First Fits Kit and the Incheon Arrivals Kit;

I put them on my Wishlist for a while, debating if I should...

"Should I?" turned into "I did" really quickly 😅

You'll notice in my Hitsu Household v4 post that I already posted the Hitsu fam wearing some of these outfits. I couldn't wait to update their wardrobe 😄

After buying these DLCs, my friend asked if I could show her some of the outfits that came with it and just basically me playing around in CAS. Of course! I'll show some here, but I won't spam this post like I did Discord 🙃

👆🏻 This outfit here is probably the #1 reason I bought the Incheon Kit and I didn't even put any of my sims in it. It doesn't canonically fit Hitsu's character, and as a family we wear "Snowboard attire" for our Cold Weather outfits (though I actually swapped them to something a little more formal this time). This is still "too light" for snow. I loooooove it though 😭

I also didn't give it to Mari for her "Everyday attire" because I gave her something else more fitting to her character. She's my OC from FFXIV (Red Mage main) and there's quite literally an under-shirt with a Shawl-type Robe-looking outfit that fits her perfectly. Looks to be from Realm of Magic DLC. And there's matching earrings!

It's not (new) from the DLCs I just got, but it's new in the sense that I hadn't noticed it until now.

Now we come back to Hitsu and this...

My first comment was: "Wooly Mammoth" 🤣

I'm sorry, I have this tendency to mock or tease the men I love when I dress them 😂🤣

It's totally out of endearment, I swear 💗💓💝 (maybe it's some weird form of flirting and I suck at it, Lol)

Not that one Love, just not that one. That's a pass 😂

Now this... this is perfect 👌🏻💓 (OOC: He even wears something insanely close to this in Canon/Anime)

I didn't really change Mari or Hitsu's shoes into the new ones. They were nice, don't get me wrong, but they didn't match any of their outfits 🤷🏻‍♀️

I am hoping and planning to use a lot of these Incheon outfits for Takashi when he eventually reaches the age to use them.

Next we move onto Takashi and his new clothes!

The nice thing about getting new DLCs is that when you go into CAS the next time, the new apparel appears at the top of the list with stars next to it- showing you "Hey! These are new things!" So, immediately I was able to see the new stuff Takashi had waiting for him. But then just as annoyingly, the moment I clicked away from something they all dropped to their respective spot in the list and I was like "Hey?!!? Where'd you go?!!?" 😶

He has so many cute things. I was super spamming Discord at this point. I also found a gripe that I was kind of complaining about too.

It's right here, allow me to repeat my complaint:

OOC: /rant Someone explain to me WHY would I put my CHILD in a towel for everyday clothes??? Only a towel. Whoever deemed this acceptable is a sick person. 😠💢 /endrant

That's genuinely not ok.

But moving on...

The cute clothes in this pack~ 💝

I love the matching exercise set! And the bomber jackets are so cute~

(OOC: I only recently learned how much I love the bomber type jackets, having just got one myself irl 😅)

There's one (or more?) bomber jackets that are super cute, that come with the base game as well. Was heavily considering giving Takashi one of those but the Camo jacket won out in the end. He's been targeted by bullies way too many times 😓. He needs all the extra strategic defenses he can get.

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greyeyedmonster-18 · 2 years

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prompt: harry asks to take sirius's last name.

just another day of harry & sirius/remus nonsense, whatelse is new (also this is still fluff and i will not be taking comments about it at this time)

Almost sixteen or not, being in his parent's room felt decidedly naughty. Tiptoeing into the space with the massive bed and the handsome oak dresser, everything properly in its place as it always was, and Harry couldn't help but look over his shoulder every other second.

Not that he wasn't allowed to be in there or go in there.

But usually, he had to ask.

And he...definitely didn't.

Because they weren't home! They were out! They had left Harry home alone and he needed a sweatshirt to wear because all of his were dirty and he knew he was going to be cold stepping out of the shower that he really needed to take and so what if they were all dirty because Harry hadn't brought his laundry downstairs when Sirius did the washing and the consequence fit the crime.

Maybe while we're gone, you take care of that, hm?

They both did the washing by magic, though Remus had insisted years ago they also invest in muggle washing for the sole purpose of teaching Harry. And they did, Remus also insisting that once a month Harry do his own laundry, though that...didn't happen. Sirius used it every once in a while, but it was more likely that the room alone was used for the laundry. Folding and organizing and Harry should really stop being such a brat because Sirius was still doing it for him and Harry could walk into that particular room and find all his clothes cleaned and folded. But the time for apologizing was later. Maybe.

And the time for looting through a dresser to find some kind of lightweight sweatshirt was now. He went to the dresser opening the drawers, entirely unimpressed at all the sweaters folded that were...quite honestly hideous. Moony. As soft as some of them were, Harry definitely wasn't going to spend the afternoon in a chunky knit with stripes and checks and....were those flowers, really? On Remus, it didn't phase Harry. But Harry, personally, would never be caught dead wearing something from Remus's wardrobe. Even if Sirius did on occasion and somehow managed to make mustard and brown striped sweaters look cool.

Harry moved down the drawers until he got to the bottom one, opening it to something that looked a little more normal. Simple and neutral and smelled like Sirius. Fingers touched the different fabrics, trying to gauge which one was the softest, and maybe if it was taken from the middle, Sirius wouldn't notice one was missing at all and then Harry wouldn't have to explain why he was in their room in the first place and why he didn't do his washing like he was asked to do, or at this point shower, but a bright glimpse of red caught his eye. Tucked away at the very bottom, Harry pulled it out, ruining the perfect arrangement in the drawer.

A Gryffindor quidditch jersey. It was faded, and old, Harry's own jersey much more up-to-date. Harry turned it around, thinking it was his Dad's and Sirius had just kept onto it, but instead of POTTER, it read BLACK.

BLACK in bold gold letters.

Sirius's jersey.

Harry held it up to himself, trying to imagine Sirius at sixteen, who was apparently larger than Harry even then. It shouldn't have been surprising, given Sirius's build and height now. Even in his 30's, aging never phasing Black genetics. The hem of the jersey came past Harry's hips, the shoulder seems halfway down Harry's upper arm, even though he had been working out. Painstakingly so, desperate for any sort of muscle definition instead of just skin and bones. He thought he was getting there, but didn't come close to Sirius at sixteen.

It felt ridiculous.

Harry listened for a moment, Number 12 still quiet.

He looked around quickly and before he could stop himself, he pulled the jersey over his head. Just a quick look. He had done it with his Dad's, after all. Some days he played in his Dad's jersey at school, POTTER in faded lettering across his shoulders and it made him feel proud.

Harry stood in front of the full-length mirror in his parent's room, jersey hanging on Harry's smaller frame, and he felt just as proud. BLACK on his back.

He turned around, looking over his shoulder at his reflection, mesmerized by five letters.

B L A C K.

He liked the way that fit. Snugly and comfortably. Not too big, even if the jersey was.

"Harry Potter....Harry...Black. Harry...James Potter-Black." he whispered out loud, feeling foolish as he did so. The name made his insides flutter, wrapping around him the same way his godfather's arms did when Harry was feeling overwhelmed and Sirius somehow just knew. Harry could've stared at his back in that baggy jersey for hours, the black sweatshirt he had also pulled out discarded on the floor.

"Harry we're home!" echoed a voice from the entryway and Harry startled, pulling the jersey off and rushing to get the sweatshirt, closing the drawer that was left open, and running out of their room with both things in hand.

Harry kept the jersey crumpled up in the back of his dresser. For reasons. Taking it out to try on when he was alone in his bedroom, mind consumed with BLACK wondering what it would feel like to walk through the halls of Hogwarts with that level of confidence. Harry hadn't wanted something so badly in quite some time. Sleeping in a jersey that belonged to his godfather, working on summer assignments, and trying out what Harry Potter-Black looked like in dark ink at the top of his paper.

And part of Harry knew he didn't have to wonder and knew that if he just...asked Sirius what the legal process was for a last-name change, he could probably tell him. It was probably simple. But part of Harry hesitated.

You can't just take my last name, Harry. What have you done that makes you mine?

Why would I want you as mine? Officially? I already got stuck with you.

Sirius had never said either of those things to him before. The voice in Harry's head didn't even sound like Sirius. If anything they sounded like Snape, or his Aunt he had visited one time for respect and then never again, or a faint voice that would creep into his dreams and tell him nasty things.

So instead of asking, Harry waited until Sirius and Remus were occupied and walked down the long hall to Sirius's study at the back of the house. He definitely wasn't allowed in there, the same way Sirius didn't go into Harry's room and seldomly into the parlor where he studied but knew that's where a legal text would be kept. All of Sirius's text from classes organized on his bookshelf and surely Harry could find the process on his own.

He quietly twisted the handle, wincing at every click and hoping the door didn't creak when he pushed it open just enough to slip inside.

Another place that just...felt like Sirius.

As if Harry could put on that jersey and sit in his godfather's big, leather chair behind his desk and just...become a Black.

He walked to the bookcase, taking in the picture of the three of them from Christmas cards past on one of the shelves--a much smaller Harry in the middle of Sirius and Remus, taken on Christmas Eve by the Weasleys. They were happy. Harry hated the photo because one of his teeth was missing on the side of his mouth when he smiled, the last one to fall out even though Harry was nearly 10 in that photo. Harry started reading spines of textbooks, not understanding half the words and titles.

Why did you think this would be easy?

Harry sighed and continue reading, pulling out and thumbing through a few of them, wishing there was something clearly labeled HOW TO CHANGE YOUR LAST NAME WHAT PAPER DO I NEED TO SIGN CAN I DO IT MYSELF OR DO I NEED TO ASK MY GODFATHER AND IF ITS THE LATTER HOW DO YOU DO THAT.

"I thought I heard someone in here..." Sirius said, opening the door and Harry jumped, slamming the book he had closed. Sirius didn't look angry, but one of his eyebrows was raised in question.

"Er...sorry."

"What are you doing in here?"

"Uh...I...was looking for...a book."

"Well you know, I happen to have excellent knowledge about books," Sirius walked closer to Harry, gently taking the text out of his hands and putting it back into the hole in the bookcase. "Did you find what you needed?"

"No."

One word answers, that was fine.

"Do you need some help?"

"No," Harry repeated, dropping his head so he could look at the floor. Sometimes it would've been easier if Sirius had just scolded him.

You know you aren't allowed to enter my study without permission, your brooms on the ground, are we clear?

And Harry could agree and be sent on his way. An understanding parent was sometimes worse. Especially when Harry didn't understand it himself.

"Do you know what you're looking for?"

"No." Two fingers went under Harry's chin, tilting it upward towards Sirus's face.

"Is...there a reason you think you can't tell me about what you need?"

"No."

"A lot of no's today, alright."

"Sorry," Harry muttered. A feeble apology and grey eyes searched Harry's face.

"What for?"

"I know I'm...not supposed to be in here."

"Well you needed a book so..." Sirius told him, "Just ask next time, okay? I'm not angry with you."

"Can you pretend to be for a second?"

Sirius hummed, smiling a little and dropping his hand from Harry's chin to mess up his hair, "No, I don't think I can. Tough shit." Harry snorted at the slight and Sirus's smile grew, "See? It's not so bad. Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Moony?"

Remus looked up from his book, the sun catching his eyes as he met Harry's gaze. There was a light breeze that day, dampening some of the summer heat, Remus sitting out in the yard of Number 12 reading. Sirius was going to be in hearings all day, leaving just the two of them. That happened a lot over summer, Sirius coming home to open cabinets in the kitchen and takeaway for dinner, Harry and Remus with sun across their cheeks and noses.

"Coming to join me?"

"I think," Harry nodded, finding a seat on the grass, not bothering with a blanket, and staring up at the blue sky, only a few clouds drifting by. Maybe it would be easier to have this conversation without having to look at Remus at all. He could talk to the clouds. Practically no one.

One of Remus's feet hit Harry gently.

"Can I ask you something?"

"You can ask me anything you'd like Harry."

"Can...I tell you something?"

"That too."

"I went into your room a few weeks ago, when you and Sirius went out? I...yeah."

"Oh...alright? Was that it?"

"Sort of."

"You didn't find the lacy briefs, did you?"

"What?! No. Moony."

"Only joking."

"Were you?"

"I don't know," Remus laughed, nudging Harry with his foot again, "I think both of us would prefer you ask to go in there, Harry but...if that's what you're worried about--"

"I found Sirius's old quidditch jersey. In a drawer."

"Oh. I haven't seen that in ages."

"He gave me my Dad's when I first started playing....remember?"

"I do..."

"How...how..come he didn't give me his?"

There was a long pause at the end of the question and Harry continued looking at the sky. He absolutely was not going to look at Remus, and he absolutely wasn't going to cry in case the answer was because why would he want you to have it.

"Can you look at me, love?"

"No."

"So...we're going to have a very poignant conversation with you..."

"Looking at the sky? Yep. Sounds good to me. I just...did he...why didn't he give it to me? It's not like...he uses it or anything? And...I dunno."

To Harry's surprise, Remus moved, laying down next to Harry in the grass, one of his elbows bumping into Harry's. "Sirius didn't play for very long...I don't think that jersey has particular...uh, sentimental value for him."

"So?"

"I just mean it probably didn't occur to him that you would've wanted it."

"Well I do," Harry told him indignantly.

"Is this what you wanted to talk about?"

Harry exhaled and squinted at the sky. He took off his glasses for good measure, making it extra impossible. "Do you think...he would care if I maybe wanted his last name as well?"

"Not at all," Remus said without hesitation. Not even a pause for shock at the question.

"Really?"

"Really."

"I think I do. I tried to do some...research on all the paperwork behind it or what it would even mean but couldn't find a book and..."

"Is that why you were in his study?"

"Yeah."

"You know, Sirius is pretty good at all this legal stuff and could give you a very simple explanation of the process."

"I just..."

"Your parents left you with him...and I am very lucky to be part of that, and we are very lucky that we got to keep you," Remus said slowly, "Sirius...is so proud of you every single day, Harry. No matter what you do or say or...he is so proud that you're his. So am I by that. I can't think of a single thing that he would be happier to give to you than his last name."

"Then why don't I already have it?"

"It..probably didn't occur to him that you would've wanted it."

"Well, I do."

"Look at me, please?"

Harry huffed and slowly turned his head to the side so he could see Remus's face. Bright sunlight on his freckled face, making him look younger. Remus smiled, "You need to talk to him about this, you know that, right?"

The day Harry was intending on asking Sirius had been horrible. Harry couldn't tell you why it was easier to start a row when he was overtired and on the verge of tears and wanting Sirius to hold him while he asked if he could please have Black on the back of my Quidditch jersey too? and I'm your kid, this is our family, please want me? but that was exactly what he did.

About having to pick up his room.

What's it matter? No one goes in there anyway!

Read a chapter for summer homework.

There's plenty of time left of summer, get off my case!

About potentially going to the Weasley's for dinner.

I don't want to, just let me stay here alone

Until Remus finally sent him to his room to cool off before Sirius could say a thing. Harry had been spending a lot of time in his room to cool off recently. After about an hour of stewing in his own guilt and feelings, he made his way downstairs. He gave a brief mumbled apology to Remus before leaving out the front door, Sirius apparently in the drive working on his bike.

He smiled when he saw Harry, "You're back!"

"I didn't go anywhere..." muttered Harry immediately.

Sirius put down the tool he was using, "Mmm that won't do."

"What?"

"If you're going to be out there with me, I'm going to need the attitude to be at 50% at the highest. This won't do."

"What am I at?"

"80, at least."

"That's an exceeds expectations."

"I would love a Dreadful attitude about now."

"Your scoring scale is skewed..."

"Shall I write the board and hold a meeting? I'll change it no problem. And maybe while I'm at it try to convince them to put Snogging as a subject for 5th years to take?"

Harry couldn't help but laugh, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans as he walked closer to Sirius, "I'd pass that one."

"You'll pass more than that, I'm sure."

"Maybe."

"I'll love you all the same," Sirius told him, watching as Harry sat down on the pavement his knees drawn up. Sirius stopped what he was doing and sat across from him, Harry thinking he had spent far too much time on the ground with the two of them lately. Chairs seemed more properly 16, yet....here he was.

Pavement and Grass.

And tears stinging his eyes.

"Harry..."

"I want your last name."

"Wha--"

"I want to take your last name, with mine. I want both. I want...my Dad's and I want yours. I want that whole big long name on the back of my Quidditch jersey, every single letter Potter-Black. I want to write it on the top of my papers, I want to graduate, hopefully, assuming I pass my OWLS, and I want Dumbledore to say two names. Harry James Potter-Black, I want....I want it to be a mouthful and I'll make sure everyone says all of it all the time and if I get married I'm going to have them take Potter-Black because it's important and Potter is important but you're also important to me and I'm sorry I've been so bloody awful lately, I just...didn't know how to tell you, as always, I never know what to say and...I...didn't know if you wanted...that because....I'm not really and...I know you are but I don't know and I just--"

And Sirius leaned forward, taking Harry's face into both of his hands, one of his thumbs wiping a tear track, "I'm going to stop you right there, Harry James," he said in a soft but firm voice. The use of his middle name was enough to get Harry to look at him, "Are you listening to me?"

"Yeah."

"You are my kid, you have been for years now. What's mine, is yours. My time, my money, my energy, my everything, is yours, Harry. And...you know, Molly Weasley might tell me that I spoil you...but there is no one on this Earth more deserving of everything I have to offer than you. It would be honor for you to have my last name," Sirius said, his own eyes misting as he spoke. Harry wanted to reach up and wipe away the sadness just as Sirius did for him far too often, but he just swallowed and wrapped his hand around Sirius's wrist. "You want Potter-Black?"

"I...y-yeah. I do."

"Then let's make that happen."

"When?"

"Tomorrow if you'd like."

Harry nodded eagerly, "I'm completely free tomorrow. I don't have to clear my schedule or anything."

"Harry James Potter....Black," Sirius tested out the name, just as Harry had done in the bedroom when he had first found the jersey. The one he was definitely going to bring with him to Hogwarts. "Has a nice ring to it."

#sirius black #remus lupin #harry potter #raising harry #this probably doesnt count as fluff #i mean it kind of does #its not SAD #its...barely angst...#its fluff. ive decided #day 4 #im doing great.

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slytherbun · 3 years

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confession

pairing: jay halstead x reader

summary: you find yourself in some trouble while clearing a location with your partner jay.

word count: 2.8k

tags: @specialagentsoftie @fighterkimburgess @everythingaddictxx

note: different kind of pd fic then i'm used to but hope y'all like it! ☺

"we're eight minutes out. don't go in yet." voight said into the mic but you and jay had already entered a second too late.

jay's been your partner for almost a year now. the one he had before you was a blonde named hailey that took a position from the fbi.

when you first met him it was about a month after the previous detective left and you could tell he was obviously still in denial. you gave him space and only input your opinion about cases you worked on with intelligence.

it took about three weeks until he actually said anything besides the occasional comment. and he knew deep down that you weren't trying to replace her. but since you were together a lot during the week—jay couldn't help but make his own conclusion about you.

he started to open up more when he looked past the stubbornness after concluding that you were a decent person. for a moment there, you could have sworn he was having an out of body experience with how nice he started treating you.

jay started to invite you out to drinks on a periodic basis. he wanted to explore the possibilities of having you as his permanent partner. one night after a couple of drinks, jay was in a good mood and showed you a picture of his old partner.

the two of them were standing in front of their new work truck with bright smiles on their faces. he talked about her a lot after that night as a way of meeting you half-way. and by the end of that month—it was as if you physically knew her and who she was as a person.

the both of you hit it off pretty well and became friends. even as far as, having drinks every tuesday and thursday after work at molly's—the firefighter owned bar.

jay mumbled a curse at the order voight gave but it was already too late. "get behind me." he spoke in a hushed whisper. not wanting to argue in that particular moment you did as told.

detective halstead had his gun raised and in a firm grip around his fingers before stepping further into the house. you followed his position and warily stepped more into the creaky house.

luckily the both of you had vests already on and around your chests. the material easily gave you a visual view of his arm muscles around the freckles splayed across his biceps.

right away you spotted the cans of spray paint sitting on the concrete living room floors. crude words were traced along the four walls and you couldn't help but scrunch your nose at the horrid smell.

it only had you raising your pistol higher.

while you glanced around to survey the room closely, you couldn't help but notice the gang symbols that you were familiar with. due to the cpd database you knew at least three different affiliations drawn over the wood boarded windows.

the overused drug house looked like something out of a horror movie.

"clear." he grunted between paced cautious breaths and you continued to walk behind his careful steps around the garbage to venture into the main hallway of the house.

jay stopped at the entryway and you turned back around to double check the area once again while he scanned the front view where you and he needed to go.

both sides of the hallway were clear but he made sure his gun was raised and followed every inch of the hallway space that he inspected.

you felt a tap on your waist and turned back around to see jay was still facing forward. he probably hadn't noticed the spot he touched of your body but it still sent shivers down your spine with the intimacy of it.

but you pushed away the anxiousness to check and see what was bothering jay. the only thought you should be having right now is how to get out of the dangerous position.

the hallway was full of open and vulnerable space. a clear point of range that could be taken advantage of to take either you or jay out at any time.

jay was concerned for you. he couldn't help the anxious feeling that he had in the pit of his stomach. the unknowingness ahead in the crack house irked him greatly that he couldn’t predict what was about to happen.

the walls of the hallway smelled highly metallic and if that hadn't given it away, the walls were filled with fresh blood splatter. you gulped at the sight of the bright red handprints going down the length of the hall and glanced at jay from the corner of your eye with an eyebrow raised.

he sighed and nodded his head while pointing his gun to the left to signal the continuance of moving on. you bit the bottom of your lip and tipped your head to let him know you were ready to go.

turning your body in a three hundred sixty angle, you watched his back and felt the hairs on the back of your neck lift up in a static gesture. you could also feel goosebumps all over your arms and you just wanted to hurry up and get out of there.

it was truly the most awful scene you've ever been to. with everything you had—you kept yourself together and calm. your lips were in a straight line the whole time.

you should have known with the uneasy feeling that things were going wrong within a split second. and you were right because after jay turned just slightly he felt a gun being pressed against his forehead.

“put your guns down or else i’m going to blow his head off.” an angered voice said into the echoey hall.

not believing what was happening, you turned your body to survey the area and another man came into your view and held his gun higher. “‘tsk tsk’ miss. hand me that gun or else we’re going to have problems.” jay sighed from behind you and you rolled your eyes.

“i’m not putting down shit until you tell me your demands.” you said maybe a little too cockily but it was protocol.

voight had told the team plenty of times to stall and not give up your gun at first. in hopes that the other’s would show up and it would become a better outcome if you just continued talking to the person who was a threat.

a third one appeared and now you were officially outnumbered but you were still hoping they were dumber than they looked. the one that was pressing a firearm to your partner’s temple spit out, “listen lady. you either put your weapon down or else his brain matter will be just another body that was paved across the walls of this house.”

you tried to calculate in your head quickly if you should take the risk of surrendering. voight said they were eight minutes out. and if you’ve been in the house for almost four minutes now.

that was half the time left until they were going to show but then those few precious minutes would be enough time for literally anything.

sometimes you hated being a part of the police force. how could you ever know the correct answer and outcome within a split second of your life? could anybody be capable of that? whatever choice you decided to take would be the outcome.

you knew you wouldn’t be able to live without jay as your partner and in your life. and his blood would be on your hands if you didn’t surrender now. a shaky breath fell past your lips when you clicked the safety back on and handed it to one of them.

of course they used your gun against you and headbutted you with it. little black spots were in your vision before it completely knocked you out. you just hoped the intelligence team would be able to find you and jay.

it would be your fault and you’d feel guilty until your last breath if they didn’t.

you weren’t sure how much time had passed but a hard slap against your cheek woke you up. a blood trail still continued to trickle down your forehead and you winced at the feeling of an awful beating in your eardrums. “wake up sleeping bitch.”

you tried to speak but instead you coughed at the buildup in your throat. not being able to help yourself, in a snarky tone you replied. “i thought it was sleeping beauty?” that earned you another slap that ensured fingerprints across your cheek but you weren’t feeling any regret about it.

“now shut up and answer my next question.” he inputted before you could interrupt again. you looked at him with a devious grin and he rolled his eyes in annoyance. “what were you looking for in that house?”

when you leaned forward, you realized the reason why you couldn’t move was because your arms were tied behind your back. but nonetheless you leaned forward encroaching in his space enough to feel his breath span out against your red cheek.

“as if i’d tell you.” your defiance had him pushing your head back forcefully so you hit the concrete behind you, feeling as if a baseball bat hit your skull.

he smirked at your uncomfort. “perhaps a little visit with your boyfriend will help you come to understand that i don’t mess around. if you don’t give me an answer—my boys won’t hesitate to put a bullet straight through his head.” your only reply was a silent one.

spitting blood onto his shoes and he cursed before grinning again. “yeah that’s what i thought.” turning his head towards the door, he yelled. “bring the pretty boy in!”

your shoulders immediately dropped when they entered the room. the other two men from earlier were dragging jay into the room and disposed of his body roughly on the ground in front of you. if it weren’t for his chest rising up and down faintly then you would have thought he was dead.

both of his eyes were already swollen and you knew he would have two black eyes for weeks, dried blood dripped down his face and you didn’t even want to look at the rest of his body. despite the fact he was wearing clothes, you knew he had many internal problems that would need only the care a hospital could provide.

“j-jay?” you stuttered at the sight of him.

he kept blacking out and struggled to stay awake. jay had been counting his breaths to make sure he had enough air circulating through his body. cracked ribs were no joke and he could only groan to let his favorite person know that he was still holding on.

“you think beating people is the only answer? violence?” you glanced around the room and glared at the three with a venomous look. they shared similar smiles hearing how hoarse your voice was.

“i hope my team finds you all and you rot!” the two that brought jay in walked away and the one that talked to you a few moments ago stood and looked down at you. saying one more thing before walking out the door and shutting it. “and i hope next time i come in here—you’ll feel more generous and tell me what you were up to. if you don’t then our pretty boy here will die as promised.”

as soon as he left the room, you started rubbing your arms up and down the wall in hopes that the binds around your wrists would break off. “y/n.” jay mumbled. you didn’t even notice he had turned his face and you shushed him. “don’t open your eyes jay. it’ll be okay, i promise.”

he tried again. “y-y/n. i need to t-tell you something.” jay’s lip was busted and bruised. he hissed at the pain. “you don’t need to tell me anything. we’re getting out of here, detective halstead.” you stated with confidence and continued to run your hands up and down despite the sting of your wrists.

jay had a feeling earlier this morning that something bad would happen. his gut had told him something and he wished he hadn’t ignored it. but he can’t always follow everything, especially when they didn’t even have their case yet. but of course after finding out the hard way, this case was bad.

he knew it and it still put you in harm's way but jay had to tell you how he felt just in case it did go the way he was hoping it wouldn’t. “i don’t care if i need to keep my strength right now. listen to me please.” he pleaded and you finally stopped, turning to glance at his face.

jay was squinting and the visual of his state had your stomach churning.

“y/n i haven’t been completely honest with you and i need to tell you this. i’ve wanted to for a while now, but i just couldn’t find the right moment to.” it was getting to the point where you were desperately trying to keep together. and now that he wanted to confess a deep secret that he’s held close to his chest, the whole thing just had you hysterical.

jay frowned when you started laughing. he tried to scoot closer but the pain he felt was significant. it was just one of those situations where it wasn’t an appropriate response but you couldn’t help yourself either.

he noticed the tears falling down your cheeks while watching you quiet down. a reaction like this didn’t surprise your partner so he didn’t blame your outburst in the least. “i’m s-sorry. i’m sorry.” you muttered and tilted your head to both sides.

you looked back over to jay after successfully wiping more than half of the tears on your sleeve. and for a moment he just gazed into your eyes with his blue ones. a look that you couldn’t decipher nor describe appeared across his face but he seemed to snap out of whatever he was thinking.

jay cleared his throat and continued with what he was about to say earlier. “it’s okay y/n. but i need you to know that i don’t blame you in the slightest for what went down in that house. i would have done the same exact thing because i love you.”

it was like time stopped and you couldn’t speak even if you wanted to. after all of that time you spent with jay. him wanting nothing to do with you, then becoming your acquaintance, somewhat of a real friend and he loved you?

“you really love me?” you questioned. not being able to believe what was coming out of his mouth. you wondered if the three men drugged him and he was high or delusional. a grunt came out his mouth at the current aching pain he felt all over his body.

“yes y/n, i love you so much. if i could, i’d be over there right now and giving you a hug. then i’d lean down and give you a kiss that i’ve been wanting to give you for months now.”

that honesty from him had you laughing, “months? me too. i’ve wanted to kiss you for almost the whole year that i’ve known you.” you replied with the same amount of honesty he had given you.

“yeah, y/n. it’s probably going to be a year soon but i meant what i said. i really do love you and i’m sorry we’re in the situation that we’re in now. i wish i could protect you from this.” before you could reply the two of you heard gunshots outside of the room. “shit! i hope that’s them.” you mumbled and jay nodded as best as he could.

the door banged open and hit the wall. you almost peed your pants with how happy you were to see kevin and adam surveying the room. “clear!” kevin announced and then walked over to you and jay. adam spoke into the radio, “5021 ida. we have officers down and need two ambos rolled to our location.”

after kevin ripped the binds from your wrists, you crawled over to jay even though your arms were killing you. another tear fell down your cheek when you got up and close to him. he looked awful but now that the two of you were safe, he could begin to heal soon enough. “jay.” he made a ‘hmm’ sound due to the exhaustion he was feeling.

“i love you too.” you finally said and he smiled. you leaned down to brush your lips against his carefully. “after all of this is done. i’m going to give you a proper one.”

you winked and he grinned and responded while the medics rolled in. “we have plenty of time in the world now.”

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beels-burger-babe · 3 years

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With You Always

***So I really really really love this idea, but I'm going to tweak it just a little bit so rather than only seeing them in mirrors, MC can just always see them when the brothers aren't around. This one is going to take place after they return to the human realm. I'm also going to be using he/him pronouns for the crush that'll be mentioned. I figured since all the dateables in the game identify as male, it'd be a safe bet. Thank you so so much for this creative request @gender-less-lemon (also I freaking love your profile picture. Monster Camp/Prom is hilarious)***

Summary: An average day of high school with MC...and the seven pact manifestations that haunt their vision.

TW: Bullying You were awoken not by an alarm, or your guardian, or even some random noise from outside, but rather a phantom gnawing on your arm. With a groan, you blinked open your eyes and saw just your regular old room, with one minor difference; a spectral red bear was happily teething on your elbow. You chuckled and pet the manifestation, noting the brightly glowing symbol of gluttony resting in its stomach. "Okay, Beel," you mumbled to yourself as you dragged yourself out of bed, pushing the purple translucent calf sleeping on your stomach, in the process. "I hear you." Ever since you had returned to the human realm, you had been followed around by spectral manifestations of the seven pacts that you owned. By the looks of things, no one else could see them, and they only appeared when the connected sin was active or needed, but it helped you feel less alone. You missed the brothers more than you had anticipated. It was more than a little bit of a culture shock to go from being loved and spoiled every day to being the misfit in your high school. Speaking of which, you needed to get going if you weren't going to be late. As you rushed around our room frantically grabbing the things you needed to get ready, the calf-like manifestation of sloth sat on your bed mooing in complaint. You sent a glare over to it as you finished collecting your belongings. "Trust me, I rather stay home and sleep too, buddy. But I have to go." Grabbing some fruit on your way out the door, you just managed to make it to school on time. Now it was simply a matter of surviving the day.

In all honesty, you preferred RAD to high school. In RAD, the subjects were interesting and grasped your attention without any problems at all. You had friends, even outside of the brothers. Sure there were always demons that would talk down about the kid human that clung to the demon lords, but you had the brothers to protect you. It was nice.

Now that you were back in the human world, you had none of that. In fact, you were even more of a misfit than when you were before. The teenager that vanished for a year and came back weirder than before; that was you. At first, you couldn't get people to leave you alone, but once they realized you weren't going to give them answers they backed off. You would occasionally laugh or whisper to the manifestations, which would earn you some more than weird looks, but you didn't care. These weird little ghost-like creatures were one of the only things you had connecting you to the Devildom. They meant more to you than anything else. As you entered your classroom, you had to bite back a laugh at the sight of one of your classmates looking around in confusion as, unknown to them, a golden yellow crow flapped around their head and pecked at the shiny earrings they were wearing. You took your seat in the back of the classroom and watch in amusement as the crow continued pecking at the various belongings of students, causing subtle chaos and confusion. Leave it to Mammon to make your day even when he wasn't actually there. Your teacher walked in and sat down in his chair. "Alright, class. Today we're going to continue with our history presentations. Remember these were subjects of your choice, so I do hope that you can at least pretend to be interested," he sighed and pulled out a clipboard. "Looks like the next person presenting is...MC." You winced and looked down at your notes. The topic was definitely one you were confident in, but to present it in front of your class. What if no one liked it? What if people laughed? What if- You felt a nudge on your arm. You glanced over to see a dazzling blue peacock, straightening its long neck out high as it puffed out its chest. The pride manifestation gestured forward with its head and almost seemed to smile at you. You smiled gently as you felt warmth grow from his pact mark on your inner wrist and stood up beside the peacock. It cawed and began to strut forward, leading the way to the front of the class. The mental image of Lucifer doing the same almost caused you to burst out laughing. You finally turned to the class and held your head up proudly as you began to speak. "My presentation today will be on biblical demonology and the way it has evolved throughout the eons of its existence." It was the best presentation you had ever given in your life. Riding off of the high from history class, the day seemed to fly by. Before you knew it was time for lunch. The bear was back, this time just softly moaning it continued butting your back with its head in an attempt to get you to go to the cafeteria faster. With one particularly heard shove, you were sent stumbling forward, directly into the chest of someone. "I'm so sorry! I'm a total clutz. I just tripped, I hadn't meant to-" you cut yourself off as you looked up and noticed you were looking at your crush. Your jaw snapped shut as you felt your face suddenly become uncomfortably hot. He smiled and waved off the apology. "It's alright. Just an accident right?" Your face became even hotter as you noticed a bright pink rabbit jumping up and down happily behind him. "I- Uh...Ehm...Y-Yeah! Yeah, t-totally an accident. I'm seat so I should go find my hungry. I-I mean!" He chuckled and nodded. "No worries, I get what you're trying to say. Enjoy your seat, MC," he gave you a wink, causing you to squeak as he walked off. You glared down at the rabbit running happy circles around your feet and the red bear that was sulking guiltily in a corner. "I blame you two for this." With an embarrassed huff, you entered the cafeteria and found yourself instantly wanting to walk back out. Everyone was laughing and talking with one another in their friend groups at their tables. Some gossiped eagerly over a magazine. Others sat silently with one another while they gamed or read books. There was even a table where a group of theatre kids were drumming out a soundtrack beat on the table while singing their favourite

songs. You ducked your head down and grabbed a tray of food before moving to the lonely table in the back, doing your best to ignore the giant orange snake that slithered between the tables, occasionally hissing and tripping students. You tried not to think of how you could be just like those groups of laughing friends, if only you were still at RAD. Your heart ached as you thought about the brothers. Maybe you could call them tonight. You let out a heavy sigh as you stood up and went to leave. You had almost made it to the door when a familiar face stopped you. Standing just a couple inches taller than you, surrounded by their groupies, was your tormentor, Taylor. You weren't entirely sure why they hated you so much. You just knew that they did, and that it got even worse when you came back from the Devildom. Taylor smirked with their arms crossed over their chest. "Where do you think your going? You haven't come to say hello yet." You scoffed and tried to walk past them. "Leave me alone, Taylor. I'm not in the mood for this today," before you could get very far, you were harshly onto the floor, stealing the breath from your lungs. You gasped and glared up at them. "What the fuck?!" The bully just sneered down at you. "You may not be in the mood for this, but I am. You know I heard about your weirdo presentation. Demons? Really? What are you, a satanist?" Their word choice was really ironic, for at that moment you noticed the large, white unicorn with flaming green hair and eyes appear behind them. The beast stomped its hooves and whinnied dangerously. You gulped nervously and looked up at Taylor. "Even if I was, it's not your business. I just find the topic interesting is all." You went to stand up, and therefore force the angry horse with a horn away from Taylor, but were stopped as they placed their foot on top of your chest. "I bet that's why you have all those weird tattoos, huh? What did you run away and join a cult for a year? Freak!" You could feel Satan's pact mark on the back of your neck grow hotter and hotter to the point that you were concerned the manifestation may be trying to summon him. Your eyes widen as you noticed it back up a few steps and point its horn at Taylor. You knew that the creatures normally could do small interactions with others, such as tripping or pushing, but you had never seen them attempt anything so violent. You couldn't just let it kill someone. "STOP!" The cafeteria fell quiet, but you weren't looking at them or even Taylor, you were looking at the unicorn. The manifestation neighed in frustration and jumped around, but obeyed your command. You slumped in relief. Looking back over to Taylor, you found them glaring down at you like you were nothing but a bug. They opened their mouth to degrade you even further when a teacher finally stepped forward. "What is happening here?" You walked over to the unicorn while Taylor fed the teacher a handful of lies. You leaned over to the manifestation and whispered under your breath. "Thank you for trying to protect me, but you can't hurt people. Just leave it be." The creature snorted and nuzzled your shoulder. In comparison to the hectic lunch hour, the rest of the day passed by with ease. In no time at all, you were back home in your room. You had just plopped onto your bed, when you heard a familiar ringtone. You smiled brightly and quickly grabbed your D.D.D. before immediately answering the phone. "Hello?" "Oh, you answered that quite quickly," you grinned at the surprise in Satan's tone. "I was just calling to-" "IS THAT MC?! GIMME!!!" You laughed as the sounds of Satan yelling and running from Mammon came through the other end. There was a yelp, a bang, and a victorious whoop before you could hear the device get picked up by someone. "'Hey MC! How was your day? I hope you didn't miss the great Mammon too badly. N-Not that I've missed you or anything just wanted to know how you're doin' is all." Belphie's purple calf climbed its way into your lap once more as you gently patted its head.

"I miss you too, Mammon. And today wasn't bad. I'd say it was pretty average overall." You could hear Satan growl in the background before there was a loud thud followed by a scream from Mammon. Satan took the phone back. "Just average you say? Nothing special?" You frowned and narrowed your eyebrows in confusion. "No, why?" To your right, the unicorn neighed softly and plopped down beside your bed. "Well, I could've sworn I felt our pact become triggered at some point today and...Well in all honesty I was concerned. We worry about you getting hurt without us there with you, MC." You couldn't help but smile softly as one by one each of the manifestations of your pacts made their way to your bed and laid down. "I know," you replied affectionately. "Though I'm never completely alone. So long as I have my pacts, you guys will always be with me." ***This was such an interesting concept to toy around with. I hope this wasn't too confusing and actually makes sense 😅😅 Thanks again for the amazing request @gender-less-lemon!***

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julemmaes · 3 years

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Robyn

Rowaelin Month, Day Ten

A/N: I'd planned on posting them in order, but you get what you get. Idk when the other prompts will come tbf. I hope soon. Anyway, I managed to write over 6k words today and I'm pretty fucking proud.

This is just fluff over fluff, so yep enjoy!!

Word count: 3,047

Rowan was unbelievably late as he sped through the streets of Orynth.

So late that the school had called not only him, but also the front desk of the place where he worked when he hadn't answered the call on his personal phone. Sorscha, his assistant, had entered his office with an embarrassed smile on her lips, as if she didn't want to tell him that he had forgotten for the umpteenth time to pick up his daughter from school.

Lorcan had joined him, for some strange reason, but Rowan had stopped bothering when it came to his best friend. He'd been trying to figure out how he reasoned for years and had come to the conclusion that there was no logical sense in the actions of the man sitting next to him, who was currently singing at the top of his lungs to one of the songs on the Frozen CD - which much to the chagrin of both of them, had gotten stuck in his car radio months before, forcing them into hours of torture.

He would never deny that the songs were all quite catchy, but after the sixteenth time Rowan had had to listen to Let It Go at maximum volume, his positive opinion of the film had begun to waver.

As they pulled into the school parking lot, Rowan noticed with deep regret that the only cars still there were those of the teachers and school staff.

They both got out of the car, Rowan walking quickly towards the entrance while Lorcan dragged behind him.

He greeted the caretakers sitting at the entrance, who returned a big smile. A smile that grew even wider when his large, imposing friend entered a few moments later. He stopped to talk to the old ladies and Rowan walked down the corridor he knew led to Robyn's classroom.

He could hear muffled voices from inside the teachers' room on the left and the one he knew belonged to Miss Galathynius coming from the right. He looked out over the classroom, spotting the two people sitting at a desk.

As soon as his daughter saw him, her eyes widened and a huge smile flashed across her face.

No words. No "hello, daddy!" or "I missed you!" from the little girl.

Her teacher turned as she leapt out of her chair and ran towards him, hugging his legs and looking up at him. Rowan smiled at her in turn, running a hand over her hair that was shot in every direction.

"Hello, little bird," he murmured to her. The child's smile widened even more if that was possible.

The woman a few feet away from them pulled herself upright, crossing her arms over her chest and offering a sincere smile to the child, who hid behind his thighs.

Rowan was about to tell her that Robyn was shy with everyone like this, ready to defend his daughter's behaviour as he was used to doing in front of every adult, but he was beaten to the punch.

"It's good to see you, Mr Whitethorn," she said, extending a hand. Rowan shook it without hesitation. "Actually, I just wanted to write you a letter regarding Robyn," she continued, never taking her eyes off the little girl. "Nothing serious," she hastened to reassure him when Rowan grimaced, "quite the contrary. Robyn is remarkably good. One of the best in the class, though I shouldn't offer that information so bluntly."

Miss Galathynius winked at him, but he couldn't process what he'd just been told.

"Sorry, could you-"

The little hands clamped around his trousers tightened a fraction more and Rowan looked down, trying to figure out what was bothering his daughter, but then something happened that he hadn't even dared to dream about in recent times.

"You're here!"

The little girl broke off and ran away from him in less than the blink of an eye.

Rowan turned just in time to see Lorcan grab Robyn in mid-air, spinning her around as he brought her to his chest and showered her with kisses. The loud, incessant laughter that erupted from her seemed too much coming from that fragile little body, but he never tired of hearing it.

"Why hello baby!" said Lorcan laughing in turn, starting to tickle her until she begun to rebel and he was forced to let her slide to the floor. Robyn was still laughing at the top of her lungs and nearly fell to the ground as she squealed left and right, letting herself be pushed around by the closest thing to an uncle she had ever had.

When Rowan turned back to the woman, she was wide-eyed and her lips slightly parted as she watched the massive man dressed completely in black and the menacing face turn into a completely different person the second he had seen Robyn.

He chuckled, "I know, it's not every day you get to see a little girl be so comfortable with a brute like that."

Lorcan, who was listening to everything, looked him straight in the eye and without stopping smiling and playing with the little girl, mouthed to him to fuck off.

"Well, yeah. You caught me a little off guard." she confessed, still shocked to hear how Robyn was having a full conversation with Lorcan. They couldn't hear anything of what she was actually saying, but even just the fact she was talking to someone seemed to have Aelin unsettled.

She returned her attention to Rowan and let out a breath that sounded more like a giggle, "I've never heard her laugh before."

He nodded, blushing a little at the teacher's surprised but relieved tone.

"I'm sure the dean warned you about the problem she has," he said in a low voice. He grimaced at her poor choice of words, "I mean, not problem, but the difficulty she finds in interacting with people she doesn't know."

Liar, he told himself. Robyn hadn't spoken to anyone but him and Lorcan since the day Lyria had died. It wasn't a difficulty, but a response to the trauma that prevented her from speaking to anyone who wasn't part of her immediate family.

"I know, I know. We've been looking for solutions together." she informed him. "I give her a white board every morning. Come on, I'll show you." she turned to the desk they were sitting at earlier and raised the magnetic board, on which a few words were scribbled on. "I'll write here what she might need. Yes. No. I need to go to the bathroom. I'm thirsty. I'm hungry." she read, listing the various options. Rowan gaped. "We've only just started going over the alphabet for a second time, so she can't really read or write yet, as I imagine you know, but the little drawings next to each sentence help her."

She continued talking, but he couldn't quite follow.

The woman in front of him - aside from being breathtakingly beautiful - had done as much as she could to help her child with communication.

"Mr. Whitethorn-"

"Rowan. Please, call me Rowan." he said, clearing his throat once he realized how hoarse it sounded to his ears. Lorcan walked up to them at that point, still holding Robyn in his arms and positioned himself next to him, letting their shoulders touch in a comforting way.

"Call me Aelin, then," she smiled at them both. Then she made a small grimace, turning to Rowan, "I wanted to ask if it bothered you, that I sought a solution like that. Maybe I put her in distress, embarrassed her. I'm sorry if I gave you the impression that I wanted to solve this on my own. I really wanted to discuss it with you, with your husband too, to avoid misunderstandings. Maybe we could arrange a meeting."

He was about to tell her that she had given him the exact opposite of annoyance, that he had been more than pleased that she had helped Robyn this way, when her words finally registered.

Lorcan, beside him, had opened his mouth wide and his lips were slowly bending into a mischievous smile.

Rowan furrowed his brow, "I'm sorry, what?"

Aelin's smile seemed to falter. "A meeting? With you? To talk about how to handle the situation," then she shifted her gaze to Lorcan, "You're more than welcome to join as well. I didn't know Robyn had two dads, I apologise for assuming Robyn had a mum and dad. That was very rude of me-"

"I love this," Lorcan whispered, laughing in shock. He turned to Rowan with eyes that sparkled with amusement, "I would definitely be the top."

Rowan looked at him with an expression of complete shock on his face, "What the fuck are you talking about?"

Robyn gasped, opening her eyes wide and bringing a hand to her mouth, pointing then to Rowan's.

"Yeah, sorry, love. I shouldn't have said the bad word." he apologised, giving her a quick kiss on the forehead. He turned back to Miss Galathynius, "I'm sorry to have to disappoint you, but we're not married."

"No need to lie, sweetie. I'm sure Aelin," he gave her a knowing look, "doesn't mind at all about our relationship status."

Aelin nodded, "Well, yes. That doesn't change anything. Mr..." she turned to Lorcan, searching for a name.

"Salvaterre."

"Mr. Salvaterre can still attend. The fact that you are not yet married is no reason why you cannot both be present at the meeting. You don't have to worry, we are a very tolerant school and if anyone bothers you, you can come directly to me."

A sound of sheer glee escaped Lorcan.

Aelin continued, "I mean it. I was pleased to see both of you today. I was also pleased to see Robyn smiling so much." she concluded, looking the little one in the face.

Rowan took a deep breath, bracing himself, "No, I meant, we're not a couple. We're not gay. He's her uncle."

The woman's blonde eyebrows shot up and a second later she turned almost as red as the dress Robyn was wearing as Lorcan shook his head muttering something very much like 'you're no fun', which made Robyn giggle.

"Why did you even get off the car?" he asked him exasperated.

Lorcan shrugged, "Because I missed my little bean, you monster." he replied, clutching Robyn to his chest. The little girl clutched Lorcan's shirt in her chubby little hands and Rowan huffed, shaking his head.

Aelin brought her hands to her face, leaning against the desk behind her. She shook her head, her face still hidden, "Oh, god. I'm so sorry."

Lorcan let out a dry laugh, "Don't worry about it. It was fun while it lasted." then he turned to Rowan again, who was still trying to recover from the idea of being involved in a relationship with his friend, "You're really no fun."

"Yeah, no fun dad." repeated Robyn.

Silence fell over the class. Rowan looked at her with wide eyes and blinked once, twice. Robyn was staring at him with a sweet scowl that mimicked so much that of the man who was still holding her, but Rowan couldn't get over the fact that his daughter had spoken while Aelin was still beside them.

He was about to talk, noticing how Robyn had started squirming in Lorcan's arms, when there was a knock at the door.

They both turned, Aelin peering over Rowan's shoulder, and saw the figure of a petite girl with black hair and eyes standing in the doorway, watching them with her head slightly bent to the side. She had a tag on her t-shirt that was too colourful to belong to someone who didn't work in a school with children, so he guessed she was a teacher herself. Besides, Rowan felt like he'd seen her elsewhere. Probably every day when he picked Robyn up from school, he said to himself.

"I know you're not supposed to eavesdrop but I stopped by earlier and heard you were a couple of dads," she said by way of introduction. "I just wanted to reassure you that the school is an extremely safe place. I'm the one who did most of the interviews with the parents," that's where they had met then, "and one of the questions that is asked is just about the tolerance of the people who will be attending the school."

Aelin watched her, remaining silent the whole time and putting on an amused smile, nodded, "That's what I was telling them. How tolerant the school is. They make such a cute couple, don't you think, Elide?"

Rowan turned to her, arching an eyebrow, silently asking her what she was doing. The woman, as if she could truly understand what he was trying to convey to her, nodded her head towards Lorcan, who Rowan only then noticed was standing weirdly, his eyes fixed on the woman in the doorway.

He grinned, deciding to take his revenge right away. "Oh, yes. Thank you so much for the reassurance," Rowan began to play along as well. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Lorcan turn towards him, dropping Robyn to the floor, who made a disapproving noise at being dumped so suddenly. "We are happy to know that this school is a safe place for our daughter. And for us."

Elide offered him a blinding smile, "Good. I'm happy to hear that you are pleased so far. And I am happy that Aelin is the one who is taking your daughter's class. She's the best one here."

Rowan didn't know her yet, but he knew the thing Elide had just said could only be true.

"Well," she said again, giving them an apologetic smile, "I really must go now, but if you need anything, you can find all my contact details on the website. Have a nice day!"

Aelin and Rowan said their goodbyes, thanking her. Lorcan took a while to recover, but when he realised he was staring into empty space he ran towards the door, almost stepping on little Robyn, who was moved by Aelin.

"We are very much not gay, miss!" he shouted into the hallway. Aelin, now beside him and with a hand on Robyn's shoulder, cackled. With Lorcan's infinite luck, someone walked by just then and gave him a stern look. "Oh, shut up ma'am. I'm an ally. The best ally."

Rowan shook his head as Lorcan launched himself in pursuit of the poor teacher and burst out laughing when he heard him shout, "I'm not homophobic! I'm willing to suck someone's cock if I have to prove it to you!"

Aelin opened her mouth wide before bursting out laughing in turn.

Robyn, seeing both adults so happy, giggled too and Rowan bent down to pick her up. The little girl laid her full head of white-light hair on his shoulder and closed her eyes.

She was tired and Rowan really needed to get her home to sleep.

He glanced at Aelin and reduced his lips to a thin line, "I'm sorry about the commotion, I'll try not to bring him into the building again. Even if it means tying him to the seat."

The soft laugh she gave made something tighten in his chest. He frowned.

Aelin didn't seem to notice the effect she had on him, "Don't worry, Elide is crazy about fools like him. If he says the right things, we might start seeing each other outside of school too."

Rowan nodded, now too caught up in the thought of having to take Robyn home to focus on anything else.

They agreed on when to hold the parent-teacher meeting and then he grabbed Robyn's backpack, walking towards the exit.

He was thoughtless as he reached into his pocket for his keys and balanced everything else - including the girl - on his other arm, but when Robyn's hand brushed his cheek, he looked down and his eyes met their twins. Green against green.

"What is it?"

The little girl's voice never stopped making him smile. Each time was like the first time she had said dada.

"I really like her."

Rowan frowned, "Who?"

"Miss Aelin." she whispered, almost as if she was afraid they might hear her.

He smiled at her, "Yeah? You like her?"

"She's nice to me."

Rowan had to put her down as he opened the door and let her get into the back seats by herself.

"I'm glad she's treating you well, love," he let her know, buckling her in.

He hoped she'd tell him more about her new teacher, but like any kid her age, the topic of conversation couldn't last for more than four lines apiece, "Where's Uncle Lorcan?"

Rowan snorted, "No idea, little bird."

Robyn nodded, "Elide is pretty too."

And as if those words had summoned him, Lorcan appeared beside the car, making them both scream. He entered the car in a heartbeat and turned to his daughter, who was still settling into the seat. "Do you know Miss Lochan?"

But before she could answer him, Rowan had entered the car in turn and smacked the back of his head, which made the Robyn giggle, "You're not using my daughter as your wingman. Now stop it and buckle up."

Lorcan gave him a gentle push, before doing as he was told and for once he was happy he'd convinced him to do something.

Or at least, Rowan thought he had convinced him.

"What if I left you a note to deliver to Miss Lochan, Rob? Would you be up for it?"

Rowan knew, even without looking at her, that she was nodding emphatically.

Keeping his eyes on the road, he murmured, "Could you stop calling my daughter Rob, please? You'll give her an existential crisis."

Lorcan clicked his tongue against his palate, "Rowan, I'm not giving her a damn thing. We live in this new world, okay? Your daughter could be called Simon and still be a beautiful princess. Grow up and educate yourself before you talk shit."

"Aaaah!" shouted Robyn, "Bad word!"

Rowan sighed and shook his head, but still he was smiling.

This was his life. Had been for the past two years.

And he wouldn't change it for the world.

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t0shii · 3 years

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pretending you're upset to get their attention

matsukawa issei, oikawa toru, suma rintaro x gn!r

!warnings! none/ lightly proofread

MATTSUKAWA ISSEI.

you sat in the living room, scrolling aimlessly through your phone while a random show played in the background until you heard the click of a door, meaning issei was FINALLY awake, thinking quickly of a plan, you threw a pout on your face and crossed your arms over your chest.

you scrunched your nose as he walked passed you, dammit guess im gonna have to take this a step further, you thought. so you added in a small sniffle, almost cracking a grin when you saw your boyfriend snap his head around from the corner of your eye. "baby? is everything okay?" he asks softly, his voice was a little hoarse and when you looked up at him his messy hair almost made you smile. you shook your head "no" as he walked over to your sitting position.

you choked out a dry sob praying your boyfriend didn't see through you."what's wrong babygirl?" his voice was so soft it was almost unrecognizable, he rarely talked to you like this. you looked down and shrugged your shoulders mumbling a "i dunno, issei" while he wrapped his arms around you and stroked the back of your head with his big hand. "oh baby, is there anything i can do for you?" you could practically feel the worry in his voice and you felt a little guilty. "just hold me please?" you ask, voice a little whiny so he has no choice but to say yes.

"of course baby. if this is because i took a nap without you im sorry, i did ask if you wanted to join but you said no so i thought it was okay." the way he was talking so cautiously and gentle caused you to let out a soft giggle, he immediately removed himself from the embrace he had you in."what's this? did you lie?" he had a big frown on his face and his eyebrows were furrowed so deep he looked like an old man he looked angry at you, guilt immediately crept up your chest and your heart started beating fast, is he mad at me? you thought.

"i-it was just a prank issei! i didn't mean to make you angry. i-im so sorry!" you explain, causing him to burst out in laughter, "i got youuuuu" you hummed a big grin on his face, "you can't trick me, princess" he said, tapping your nose with his pointer finger. "that pout you were wearing was pretty convincing though!" "you're mean, i thought i actually made you mad! your face was scary" you yell, crossing your arms over your chest defensively, "ohhh i'm sorry baby, i didn't mean to scare you! but if you wanted my attention you should have just asked from the beginning."

OIKAWA TOORU.

you had never had a problem with your boyfriends fangirls, infact, most of them were all really sweet to you and respected your relationship with tooru!you had been in the car while tooru got the two of you coffee, a few fans coming up to him while he was in line. you could clearly see them making conversation, you smirked mischievously when the light bulb above your head went off, perfect you giggled to yourself.

when you saw him open the coffee shop door you mentally prepared yourself for your prank. as he opened the drivers side door, your knees turned to point towards the passenger side door, you crossed your arms and looked out the window. immediately he knew something was up. "i'm back baby! sorry it took so long, they were kinda busy." he explained, climbing into the car. he held out your order to you which you carefully took from his hand and looked out the window again. he looked at you confused, "is everything okay, princess?" he asks cautiously, you only nodded silently, refusing to look his way. he let an airy "okay" then started the car.

he wanted to rest his hand on your knee like he always did but he figured you were upset at him for something so he decided against it, a small frown forming on his lips. the car ride was silent except for the occasional dramatic sigh from your lips. he looked over at you to make sure you were okay at every red light and traced the whole day back to try and figure out the cause of your sudden change in behavior. when you finally got home, you opened the car door as soon as he put the car in park, you decided against slamming the car door behind you because you know he hates it. you walked quickly up to your shared apartment coffee or any drink of choice in hand, leaving him behind.

oikawa couldn't help but be upset, he had no idea what he had done to deserve the silent treatment. he had a very obvious pout on his face as he walked through the door a few minutes after you. "y/n?" he found you curled up on the couch, blanket thrown over you, scrolling on your phone. "y/n?" he asked again, "d-did i do something wrong? your eyes snapped up when you heard his voice crack and suddenly you were regretting your little prank.your boyfriend fiddled with the hem of his shirt, avoiding eye contact, you felt horrible. "tooru, c'mere." you patted the space beside you but he stayed standing, "please?" he moved toward you. "i'm sorry for upsetting you but i really don't understand what i did! please tell me so i can make it right." he cried, leaning his head on your shoulder in defeat.

"tooru... i was just messing around with you baby. it was a just a prank, i swear. i didn't think it would make you upset, i'm sorry." you explained, reaching your hands up to run your hands through his hair. "it was only a joke? so you're not mad at me?" he asked looking up at you. "of course not- tooru, you haven't done anything wrong. i was just pretending to be upset over those fans who talked to you in the coffee shop but i didn't think you would get upset like this. im sorry.""ugh you're seriously so mean y/n! you really had me there." he said, letting out a sigh of relief, embracing you in a hug, "you owe me big time!"

SUNA RINTARO.

you currently lay on your boyfriends bed while he plays video games, sat in a chair in front of his tv. he hadn't been playing for all to long but it was late in the night and you were sleepy and needy for attention. you let out a yawn as you thought about how to get his attention, then the thought came to you and you felt like a genius.

you wiped the smirk off before getting up from his bed and slowly making your way over to his chair, putting on the best frown and puppy dog eyes you could manage. you tap on his shoulder lightly causing him to pause his game swivel his chair around to face you, "what is it princess?" he asks, you avoid eye contact with him and jut your lip out a little further and let out a sniffle, "oh no baby, what's the matter?" he asks softly, raising his arm to cup your cheek in his hand. you shrug your shoulders and bow your head lower, letting out a dry cry, "c'mere, what's wrong babygirl," he asks, guiding you into his lap, rubbing your back. you remain silent, fake sulking as you rest your chin on his shoulder, "if you don't wanna talk about it thats okay baby. tell me when you're ready, 'kay?" you nod your head and smile to yourself as he continued to play his game.

your fingers played with suna's hair, your eyelids began feeling heavier and heavier as you listened to his breathing and the sound his controller was making, soon you fell asleep, cheek smushed against shoulder. your boyfriend only noticed you fell asleep around 20 minutes later when he asked if you were feeling okay but only got a quiet snore in return. he kissed your shoulder softly, whispering a small "goodnight," a smile creeping on his lips as he grabs a nearby blanket and lays it over your back. you definitely didn't have fun waking up in the same position you fell asleep in a few hours later, your boyfriend still playing at the same game. "rintaro?" you mumble, "what time is it?", "i dunno. are you feeling better though?", you nod your head and give his neck a few kisses before falling asleep again.

a/n been having a suna brainrot recentlyyyy in love w that man. also suna's is VERY self indulgent 😔 sorry p.s. i came up w this idea while writing a request but im like 75% sure ive seen it somewhere else before but i cant remember from who or where.

#haikyuu fluff #haikyuu headcanons #oikawa toru #oikawa x reader #oikawa x y/n #suna rintaro #suna x y/n #suna x reader #oikawa headcanons #mattsun x reader #mattsun x y/n #mattsukawa x reader #mattsukawa issei #sunni's works 📓

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Black Tea & Blushes — L. Ackerman

summary: The two of you never got along, but there were times that even fire and ice made a perfect pair.

warnings: cursing, no spoilers for anything past early s1, Levi’s a little shit at first (surprise, surprise), mentions of blood (they’re fighting titans :-) lol) gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

genre: semi-canonverse, fluff, enemies to lovers (?)

word count: 3.3k

a/n: this was very self-indulgent lmao, sorry if it’s a bit messy 😭, <Hange, Connie & Sasha3 make an appearance bc I love them and you should too, hope you enjoy it <3

"Couldn't you have gotten a cadet to do this?"

You raised a sharp brow at the man, trying to keep yourself from flipping his desk over. "Would you have yelled at them like you just yelled at me?"

The man's grey eyes didn’t meet yours, but there was a scowl on his face. Despite his steely eyes, he didn't say anything back. Instead, he pursed his lips and turned back to continue his paperwork.

You huffed in an attempt to ground yourself after being yelled at for the past two minutes. You took a sip from your own cup of the tea you had prepared for him, letting yourself savor the taste.

"I don't understand." you said, tasting the earthy, black tea. "You said it was too cold last time, so I made sure it was extra warm. What's wrong with it? Is it too sour for you? I only added a few drops of lemon this time."

Levi remained silent, but you stood your ground, tapping your boot against the pavemented floor as you waited at his desk for an answer. You wouldn't let him win, not this time. Day after day, it seemed like he only grew ruder and ruder.

Your dislike for Levi Ackerman started the day you met him. He was still just a soldier when you joined the Survey Corp, and it wasn't long after that he become Captain.

He was mean, and he never seemed to care about anything, but God forbid you make a reckless move out in the field. It was as if all hell broke loose if you used a bit too much gas when slicing the nape of a Titan's neck.

"Not everyone is Humanity's Strongest." you had spat at him when he scolded you on the way back to the walls. That only earned you a glare, seeing as Hange managed to secure your safety. If it weren't for them, you were certain you would've gotten stuck with stable duty for a month's end.

You were glad he was nice to them, at least.

At some point, you got promoted to Captain as well. One would think that since you shared the same rank, he would grow warmer to you, but that was another one of your mistakes.

Everything about him rubbed you the wrong way, from his disagreeable manners to his awful way of speaking to soldiers. And, it was your disdain for him that got you stuck in this mess.

"A cadet could've done this." Levi stated again; you felt like you were being patronized. He raised a brow at you, holding the teacup in his hand. "A cadet could’ve made better tea than you.”

"Obviously not, Captain." you threw back sourly, snatching the cup from his hand. "A cadet could not have done this because if I hadn't interfered two weeks ago, who knows what you would've done to the poor man. And, all he did was make your tea wrong!”

Levi blinked at you, appearing bored with your conversation. "If you hadn't interfered, that soldier would be back with those good for nothing Military Police Officers doing what they're best at."

You gritted your teeth. "And, what are they good for, Captain Ackerman?”

His brow twitched slightly. “Absolutely nothing."

You let out a bitter laugh, placing the white ceramic teacups back on the tray you had brought in. "Now that you say it out loud, that reminds me a lot of someone I know."

"What an awful way to talk about yourself.” Levi threw back with ease.

The urge to roll your eyes at him was weighing on you, but you were stronger than the immaturity he seemed to bring out in you. "Captain, you must be growing old if you've already forgotten we're the same rank."

Your decision of keeping yourself calm in his presence payed to be of use when you noticed the slight pause in his pen strokes at your words.

But, you were well aware of how trustworthy Levi was in the sense that you knew he could always come back with something even worse than what he's told you before.

"If you were of any use, you would know what's wrong with your tea. I'm sure even King Fritz could tell good tea from awful tea, and he's the most useless of them all." Levi told you, pen moving over the papers in front of him swiftly.

"He could probably also tell a grown man from a spoiled brat," you told him, taking the tray with you as you left his office. "But, you make even that task seem impossible."

You had to stop the triumphant grin from growing on your face when you heard his faint scoff from the other side of the wooden door.

Even if you managed to snag the last word of that argument, it didn’t feel as good as it usually did. The only reason you involved yourself in Levi Ackerman’s nightly tea was because 1) you didn’t like the way he spoke to the poor soldier who got stuck with job of handling it, and 2) Erwin asked that you try and be a bit nicer to your fellow captain.

You only did it to keep your job, really, and you would never let your Commander think less of you, even if he did favor Levi. Even Hange had tried to coax you into not letting The Ackerman’s sharp tongue get to you, but that didn’t seem to work.

Levi and you would never be friends, if that’s what Erwin meant when he pulled you aside at supper a few nights before. It was a lie to say you didn’t admire the man’s impressive skills, because you did.

But, admiration and respect were two separate things.

The two of you were jagged edges of broken glass that didn’t fit together, and that was perfectly fine. You didn’t mind being Levi being a sharp piece of glass, just as long as he kept his corners to himself and far from you.

Erwin, as observant as usual, caught on to the solution to your problem, and he even made sure you and Levi would rarely ever cross paths when the Scouts were out on an expedition. The two of you worked on opposite sides of the formation.

The only time you would ever work together would be if there were no other options, but both of you were reliable in your own senses: him with his... whatever he called it, and you with your wits.

You didn't mind being farthest from him, and if it were up to you, you'd go even farther.

“Hey, you got new glasses.” you stated, noticing the new pair of brown frames that Hange wore the morning as the Scouts waited for the signal to begin the expedition.

“Oh, don’t remind me.” they said with a frown, holding the glasses in their hands. “Last night, Moblit and I were doing some research, and someone must’ve stolen my glasses because I couldn’t find them this morning.”

“Stole? Isn’t that a big accusation?”

They let out a hearty laugh. “It is! That’s why I’m saying it!” Hange replied, golden eyes widened at you in exasperation. “I’ve been stuck with these, and they’re too big for my face. All they do is fall off.”

“So maybe don’t wear them?” you wondered as you caught a glimpse of the dark head of hair you knew too well. “What’ll you do if you lose them out in the field? Better safe than sorry.”

“I wish, but I’m as blind as a bat without them.” Hange reasoned with a sigh before quickly composing themselves. “But, now that you mention it, I never did mind a challenge.”

The smirk growing on their face was one you didn’t quite like. Before you could talk some sense into them (if that were even possible) the signal went off to begin the mission.

They gave a wide smile and a thumbs up as a good luck token. "Don’t do anything crazy!” you called out when the two of you parted ways, taking your squad with you. “I mean it, Hange!”

Hange waved you off, charging in faster in their horse. It was up to poor Moblit to chase right after them.

Your squad remained close together for the majority of the mission. There wasn't much to do on your end of things, which was a relief. At some point, you decided to stop for a quick break before pushing forward.

If you were able to see five mintues into the future, you would never have let your squad talk you into taking a lunch break. Just as you were relaxing a bit, there was an Abnormal coming from the thick trees.

Your sense of smell wasn't as skilled as Miche, and if it weren't for one of the younger cadets on your squad who had a keen sense of hearing, you all would've been Titan food.

It didn't take long for you to spring into action, your squad following suit. You made sure to use the plans Erwin had issued out on previous Scout meetings.

When the Abnormal finally made it to where you and your squad stopped, the beastly creature managed to catch one of your soldiers in midair. As the young boy was raised in the air, his stomach couldn't contain his recent lunch.

Gravity works in wonders, you thought when his earlier lunch fell onto you with a splat! You couldn't blame the poor boy; it was better upstairs than downstairs. As terrible a feeling it was to have chunky vomit all over you, you knew it would be as even worse feeling if the boy died under your care.

Your squad got to him before any damage was permanent, at least physically. When the killing blow was done, you tended to your soldier. He muttered out apologies for having thrown up on you, but you were merely in the line of fire.

"It's okay, Connie." you reassured him after pulling off your green cape that had been soiled in aid to shield you. “I’d rather it be your lunch on me than your organs.”

You ordered that he ride with your other cadet, Sasha. He let out a pained laugh at your words, leaning against her on her horse. She scolded him for “wasting so much food,” to which lead to their silly banter, which you didn’t mind as long as they were safe.

As unfortunate as it was, that incident wasn't the last of it. There wasn't much time between Connie getting his ribs crushed by a Titan and the numerous amount of red flares that were being shot into the air. The amount of red powder in the sky was enough to cast a shadow of worry over you.

By the time your squad made it to where the red flares had been signaled, it was a mess. Abnormal and Pure Titans were ambushing the rest of whatever was left of the Survey Corp. Your squad wasted no time in following your orders as you made a beeline for the trees where a group of Abnormals were huddled together.

When you finally got a good look at the scene in the forest, your sight was met with Titan smoke and blood of fallen comrades. It was a disaster, as it always was. But you knew, where there was smoke, there was definitely fire.

And, that fire was Humanity’s Strongest Soldier.

He looked ablaze, nothing but a flash in the distance. Slicing Titan limbs as if they were merely flowers in his way, Levi Ackerman was kicking ass. It was in moments like this — where he looked like the answer to all the prayers of the people inside the walls — that you wondered if you truly hated him all along.

“Section Commander!” Moblit cried, chasing after Hange as they swung on the highest tree of the forest. It seemed as though they forgot all about how loose their glasses were as they did a number of twirls in the air. His voice was enough to snap you out of your trance and assist your fellow comrades.

You managed to fight off three Pure Titans and two Abnormals for what seemed like forever. It might’ve been even worse if not for Connie Springer’s lunch all over you that acted as Titan Repellant.

Perhaps you would tell Hange of your new discovery, but every time you managed to get close to them while fighting off the Titans, all they did was badger you with questions upon questions.

“Are you sure you haven’t you seen them?!” Hange cried for the fifth time, eyes squinted at you from their branch opposite you. Moblit was fighting off a creepy Abnormal with ugly teeth a few feet from you.

“No, I haven’t! And, didn’t I tell you your glasses would fall if you took them with you?!” you shouted back from your place on the tree before taking a breath to try to slice the neck of your second Pure Titan. “Go back to the wagon, Hange, before you get yourself killed!”

They huffed and puffed, but they let Moblit guide them to the wagon to wait until the rest of the Scouts could find a moment to retreat back to the walls.

After finally slicing the nape of your final Titan, you looked over to where you had last seen Levi. Only, he was nowhere to be found. A panic set in when you couldn’t find any sight of him.

“Captain?” you called out from your place on a tree branch where you were catching your breath. You squinted your eyes to get a farther look, but it didn’t help that much. “Captain Ackerman, are you there? Do you—”

But, that’s when you felt a jostle of wind hit your back. You turned quickly to see the dark-haired man swinging through the trees, holding an unconscious Oluo.

You followed him, figuring if you took his squad member off his hands that Levi would have a better chance of taking down more Titans. Maybe even with a man who weighed far more than himself in his hands, Levi could still have a better chance than you.

“Captain, I’ve got him. I’ll take—”

But, Levi wouldn’t budge. It was like he wasn’t listening to you, and you didn’t know if it was by choice or coincidence. You huffed and rushed quicker to help him in carrying Oluo.

Maybe it was just your luck, or maybe it was just his, but right before you managed to reach him, a Titan’s jaw came from below him, wide and ready for lunchtime.

There was nothing for him to do, not with his hands full. Surely he knew that from the way his grey eyes finally broke through from that awful void he’d placed you in, the one where all you ever got from him was scoldings and insults and cold stares that often made you wonder if he actually did hate you.

And, for the first time, you saw panic flash through his grey eyes, his life flash before his eyes.

“Levi!” you cried, using the rest of your ODM gear’s gas to catch up to him. You knew if he were to survive such an event, he would scold you for wasting your gas on an old lump like him.

But, for once, Levi had something to say about you that didn’t regard your incompetence to make decent tea or your recklessness that spurred you to use all your gas just to save him and the bullheaded, baboon by the name of Oluo.

It was your astonishing speed.

You got to the two men right before the great wide jaws of the Titan could snap closed and swallow the three of you for its meal, which Levi had to admit (but probably never would) was quite impressive.

“Shit!” you hissed out when the three of you landed on another tree branch. As quick as you got to the branch was as quick as Miche was to come and ensure your safety, slicing the Titan’s nape with ease.

Oluo was still unconscious and a little bloodied up and battered, but he was safe.

“What the hell were you thinking?!” Levi yelled, voice slightly hoarse from everything that had just happened. His hair was a mess, and you held back a laugh at the sight of him. “Why— why would you? I mean, what— and, why do you smell like—”

“A thank you is perfectly fine, Ackerman.” you coughed out, catching your breath from the overexertion you just forced yourself through. Carrying two grown men was tough, especially when it was between life or death. “As for the smell, one of my soldiers threw up on me.”

Levi blinked at you, his expression consisting of disgust and confusion. “What?”

“My soldier. He threw up on me earlier.”

“I heard you the first time.” he told you, blinking quickly as if it were going to grant him some clarity. You didn’t know if his confusion was from your act of saving him and his squad member or from not knowing what to say to you after.

He looked funny, with his hair that of a bird’s nest and his cheeks flushed pink.

“Did you hit your head on the way down?”

“W-what?”

“Your head? Did you hit it?”

“No, I-I’m fine.” he scrambled upright, finding purchase on the unconscious Oluo’s shin. Your eyes flickered to where his hand was placed, and he snatched it right off immediately, burning a deeper shade of pink.

“Oh.” you muttered, holding back a chuckle. There was no way Levi was without a concussion, not with the way he was acting all of a sudden: stuttering and turning pink on you. It was a wonder you caught up to him before he collapsed.

“Are you sure you’re okay, Captain?” you asked again, fixing your uniform before getting to your feet. You wobbled a bit; Levi raised a brow at you. “You look sick. Why don’t you sit in the injury wagon for a bit on the way back? Just in case.”

He waved you off, standing on his two feet as well. You didn’t want to cause a fight, not right after what had just happened and not outside the walls, so you decided to say nothing about his seeming concussion.

The two of you lifted Oluo off the ground, blood seeping from the side of the man’s mouth. “Is it his ribs? Was it an Abnormal? They were awful today.” you questioned, looking to Levi for answers.

“He bit his tongue, again, before ramming into a tree.” Levi told you, averting his gaze from you as he shifted the man against his shoulder for a better grip. “He said something f-fell from the sky.”

You nodded, letting yourself chuckle. “What could it’ve been? Bird shit?”

Levi shrugged at your words.

He was far too quiet for your liking. Maybe he did have a concussion. It wouldn’t be good if he rode back like that. Perhaps if you spoke to Erwin or Hange about it, one of them could convince Levi to get checked out once you got back to the walls.

The two of you managed to get back to the rest of the Scouts safely. You helped Levi placing Oluo in the wagon with the wounded and the fallen while everyone else was getting accounted for.

All the while, Hange was trying to persuade Erwin into letting them form a search party for their glasses that had fallen while they were swinging on the trees.

Though you were straining to listen to their conversation, you were more than certain that Erwin would never allow such a thing, but you had to admire Hange’s efforts, as fruitless as they were.

“Thank you.”

You snapped your head to Levi.

He refused to meet your gaze again, busying himself with readjusting his soldier’s cape. If not for the obvious step into uncharted territory between the two of you, you would’ve commented on the rosy blush he adorned.

Suddenly, you were overcome with a laughter, waving him off with your hand quickly. “I was just joking about that, Captain. Sorry, I don’t mean to laugh, but I’m just surprised you actually—”

He scoffed, the expression on his face shifting to one of impatience. “Don’t be a brat. Just take the compliment.” Levi huffed out, visibly annoyed with your chatter.

A look of shock overtook your face. “Oh, so you’re complimenting me? Why didn’t you just say so, then?”

“Oi, that’s not what I meant—”

“No, it’s fine. I heard you, loud and clear.” you interrupted, smiling widely at him. “You’re oh-so very welcome, Captain Ackerman, and if you ever need me to save your ass again, you know where to find me.”

Levi opted to say nothing back, merely shaking his head at you when you gave a lazy salute and started back to the other side of the formation where your horse and squad awaited you.

“Besides,” you shrugged, turning back for a moment to catch him looking at you. “Who else would teach me how to make tea?”

note: I don’t think I specified it, but Oluo was knocked unconscious bc some object (Hange’s glasses) fell from the sky lmao 🐸

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