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msjaeger · 1 year

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Whipped Like A Motherfu- (Older!Damian Wayne x Reader)

Description: The boys never thought it was possible for their youngest brother to have a soft spot for a woman. Or a soft spot in general. So how will they react when they witness their brother being lovey-dovey first-hand?

This was requested by @beatriceshadowmarvel2 so enjoy!!!

The only warning I got for this is that it has explicit language.

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Damian could be hot-headed. And very irritable. Also not to mention annoying at times. Overall he was a complete dick to almost everyone around him. Keyword: Almost. There was one person he would never and could never show any harsh emotions towards. The love of his life, the one he'd die for, the one he'd kill for. You.

The two of you had met during an attempted robbery. But not in the way one would probably assume. It was Damian who was getting robbed, not you. For obvious reasons, Damian could handle himself in these situations. But also for obvious reasons, Damian is the one who usually initiates the attack. It's been a while since he's been jumped out of nowhere. So he was a bit rusty on his reflexes.

You, on the other, had grown up on the rough side of Gotham so you had gotten a headstart on having your reflexes in tip-top shape. At the time of the incident, you had a fresh can of mace. You were walking past when you noticed the man get struck on the back of the head and were taken aback by surprise. On instinct, you reached into your purse and whipped out the black can. Then the rest was history.

That was approximately two years, six months, five weeks, and twenty-two days ago. It was that long ago since Damian realized that he could never love and long someone as much as he did you. But somehow, after all this time, you're finally meeting the infamous Wayne. His family.

And he was not excited.

"Of course, I'm not going to be excited, sweetheart. You didn't have to live with them for eight years of your life and for another two, having to meet up with them for every fucking holiday to exist." Damian scowled as you flipped his eggs onto a plate. He had just entered the kitchen and sat down at the bar of your shared apartment.

You turned around, one hand on your hip and the other lying his plate in front of him.

"C'mon Dami. They can't be that bad if you didn't run away." You offered, running your hands through your boyfriend's messy hair. He picked up his black coffee and muttered:

"Trust me. I tried."

You sighed and kissed his cheek, his freshly shaved jaw still having shaving cream in random areas of his face. "Did your father ever teach you how to shave?" You chuckled, wiping a smidge of cream off his face. You walked out of the kitchen and stood next to him, silently urging him to eat.

He grumbled something Arabic before grabbing your hips and pulling you down to his level. He started rubbing his cheek against yours, which usually you would be fine with. If shaving cream still wasn't on Damian's face.

"Damian! I was finally ready to go and now my makeup is ruined! I think you got some on my sweater, too!" You whined as he let out a laugh. He pulled away and stared into your eyes, his hands on both sides of your face. His green eyes kept observing each little feature you had on your face. The confused posture on your lips. The twitch of your nose as words came out of your mouth but he could only focus on your face.

"You don't need makeup, my love. You don't need anything to change how you look. You're already the most beautiful thing to bless this Earth." Damian said mindlessly, staring into your eyes.

You chuckled, confused about what made Damian come to those words or thoughts. "I'm not too sure what you mean by that, Dami. But I love you as well.". You stood up to your full height and tried removing the shaving cream from your sweater. "But not as much as I love looking presentable for your family so they don't think I'm a South Side junkie." You announced while walking back to your bedroom.

After your little situation was fixed, the two of you left the penthouse and started your thirty-minute journey to Wayne Manor. The drive gave you time to publicise your concerns.

"Dami, what if they think I'm not good enough for you? Or what if they think I'm using you for money? It doesn't help that I'm from the poorest side of Gotham and possibly the entire fucking country. Should I swear in front of them? I know they're all guys and probably swear worse than me but they-" Your rambling was cut off when your boyfriend kissed you right on the lips.

"Damian! You're driving, from the last time I checked. That's how people crash and die from a cell stroke or something." You reprimanded. Damian only chuckled and removed his hand from the wheel of his favorite Corvette.

"One: This is the car that was partnered with Wayne Enterprises to create the first self-driving sports car. It was in Hands-Off mode, sweetheart. Two: You can't die from a cell stroke because there is no such thing. Three: They'll love you I promise. Because if they don't, I can guarantee they will die a slow and pai-".

"That's enough, love. I'll stick to them not liking me." You compromised, knowing it was the best option as you were aware of Damian's threats becoming a reality.

"That's the thing, Y/n. There shouldn't be a reason for them not to like you. You're beautiful, both book and street smart, and the kindest person to ever walk this Earth." Damian was about to continue his rant about how much you were worth when he noticed he was already parked outside the place he too wasn't sure how to feel about.

A part of him wanted to walk in and reminisce on the memories of his youth. The other part of him wanted to drive his car into the side of the house (without you in it, of course), put it in self-destruct mode, and blow the house into pieces.

"I'm gonna fucking kill myself." Damian groaned as he put the car in park. You glanced at him as his face contorted into one of horror as he stared at the now wide-open door.

Four grown men walked out of the door, a prideful aura radiating off them. Damian's eye twitched as he swung the car door open and flicked them off before they even got the chance to utter a word to him. He made his way to your side of the car and opened the door for you.

He reached his hand out to you and helped you out of the car. You readjusted your skirt and reassess your outfit choice.

'Does this make me look like a hooker?' You wondered to yourself as the group approached your boyfriend and yourself.

"Wow. Little demon managed to find a girl that will put up with his attitude. And he... opened the door for her?" The one who you knew was Dick Grayson and your boyfriend's oldest brother. Only because he was on the best terms with Damian that he actually talked about him. But not in the brotherly way people would consider.

"Fucking Grayson. He's always showing off."

"Dick? Just assume the name comes with the job"

"I will not talk to him. Just because he's my brother and helped me out when I was younger doesn't mean I forgot he threw up all over me when he got shitfaced the last time I saw him."

"Guys, don't tell me the spawn of Satan himself actually learned manners and pulled a good-looking chick. I think I'm gonna cry." The one next to Dick wiped fake tears from his eyes. Damian's scowl deepened.

"Here's an idea, Jason. Go fuck yourself." Damian retorted. The new speaker, Jason, rolled his eyes and chuckled. He was the first to approach you formally and stuck his hand out.

"Hey, I'm Jason, Damian's older, hotter, and smarter brother so if he fucks up, you know where to find me," Jason smirked while you shook his hand.

"I'm Y/n. I would gladly take your offer if I didn't know Damian would never fuck up." You replied back, silently wincing at your use of vulgar language.

But instead of sneering at you or commenting your foul language was 'unladylike', Jason howled in laughter and shrugged.

"Offer still stands. Your accent. You grow up on South Side?" He asked, crossing his arms after you dropped his hand. You nervously glanced at Damian, who nodded in affirmation.

"Yep. Born and raised. How'd you figure it out? I'm usually pretty good at hiding it. That and I don't go around at night, begging for a cigarette and three cents in change."

"I'm from there too. At least before Buck-for-Fuck here adopted me. Grew up on Crack row or whatever it's called by the rich." Jason shifted his gaze to his brother. "You got a good one, Demon. You already know how we turn out." He gestured to himself with up and down hand motions.

"It's a good thing she got out before you, then."

"Fuck you, man."

Jason whimpered in fake pain before being shoved out of the way by Dick and the other brother. Dick introduced himself to you in a very formal way, starting it off by kissing your hands.

Damian did not take it well. He pushed Dick's cheek away from your knuckles. "At least ask her first. Don't you have any self-dignity?" Dick frowned but backed off nonetheless. "My bad, little man. I-", the first thing you've picked up from this family is they don't seem to let each other finish as you watched Dick get shoved by his father, who was clearly embarrassed.

You didn't need an introduction from Bruce motherfucking Wayne. 1. He owns the biggest technology company in the world. 2: It's Bruce Wayne. He's probably the one person on the planet who doesn't need to introduce himself. And he knew that too.

But he introduced himself anyways.

"Hello, Y/n. I'm Damian's father, Bruce. I've heard a lot of things about you." Bruce held his hand out as you shook it respectfully. You glanced at Damian, who scoffed at his father.

"All good things I hope, Mr Wayne." Bruce grimaced when you spoke. "Please call me Bruce, dear. Mr Wayne makes me feel as if I was alive when the Civil War was still being considered." Jason snickered before saying, "You probably were. You'd think with the amount of money you earn, you could afford getting rid of those crow's feet." Damian rolled his eyes at his family's antics before pointing at the last brother that wasn't introduced.

"The emo one who hasn't said a word is Tim. He's a bit odd and stays in his room jacking off or playing with Father's computers." Damian wrapped an arm around you as he explained his brother's habits. Tim's face became stoic as Damian shrugged.

"I hope all your stocks drop completely," Tim grumbled, brushing the hair out of his eyes. Damian's eyes narrowed and he opened his mouth to send a comeback towards his brother before Bruce chuckled nervously.

"Why don't we all go inside and catch up? Also so we don't embarrass ourselves even more in front of Y/n." The boys seemed to all agree and Damian and yourself followed the rest of the family inside.

After settling down inside the manor's living room, Bruce poured you a cup of tea and sat down in between Jason and Dick, Tim sat on the floor, and Damian and yourself sat on the couch.

"So Y/n. Tell us more about yourself. You didn't seem to have any time to do to certain people in the family. You said you were from South Side, right?" Jason clapped his hands and hollered. Bruce gave him a nasty side-eye while Dick slapped his chest.

"I think the more important question is... how the fuck someone like Damian ended up with a sweet little angel like yourself," Tim spoke while drinking something that obviously wasn't tea. Your boyfriend's frown deepened.

"I wouldn't call her a little angel, Timmy. We met because she maced a guy trying to rob me." Jason jumped out of his seat and started a handshake that was created for South Siders to identify each other with. Surprisingly, you still remember the whole thing.

"That's what I'm fucking talking about! You make everyone who still lives in Shitville proud!" Damian pushed Jason back into his seat before pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Please refrain from tainting her with your filthy hands." Damian had little spurts where he would switch from casually talking to someone to as if he was talking to the president. Of course, Jason had a knack for making fun of it.

"My dearest apologies, my lord. May I offer my condolences for my idiotic acts?" Jason bowed from his seat.

"Okay, we can try this again. Please don't fucking touch her with your nasty ass hands that we all know you 'forget' to wash. The next time any one of you touches her without her permission, I'll be sure the Lazarus pit can't bring you back to life." Damian snapped. It suddenly became quiet despite the conversation being between two people.

Although it was only two sentences, it was enough to leave the family of undercover heroes speechless. Not about the fact that the youngest member snapped at them. No, they've gotten used to that.

It's the fact he snapped at them over a girl, let alone anyone else in general.

Jason's jaw was slacked and his eyes were wide in surprise. Tim had lost all his secret stash of alcohol as he not only spit out the liquor in his mouth but his water bottle dropped onto the shiny floors. Dick's face was stoic as he processed the fact that his baby brother could actually care about someone as much as he cared about himself. Maybe more.

Bruce's expression was possibly the hardest not to laugh at. His eyes were wide, an eyebrow was arched, and overall just looked weirded out.

Damian groaned in irritation and his fingers twitched in annoyance. He tapped your thigh a few times and stood up with your hand in his. "We're gonna head to my room and sleep off the bullshit from today. Don't bother us." Damian dragged you along like a lost puppy up one of the many staircases throughout the mansion and disappeared behind the thick walls of the hall. Not before hearing:

"Use protection, please! We don't need any more demon spawns running around when we have Damian and Jason!" "Fuck you, Bruce!"

Bonus:

You laid on Damian's bare chest, his pecs acting like a pillow for your head. Your legs intertwined with his and your hands were in the pockets of his black sweatpants.

You were fast asleep, the warmth from his upper body acting as a sedative for comfort. But Damian wasn't asleep. He couldn't fall asleep. Not while admiring the beautiful soul on his chest.

He ran his calloused fingers through your hair, dismissing the tangles in your hair by prying his fingers apart at the ends of each strand. He knew you'd be pissed about the sudden frizziness when you woke up but he didn't care. Not when he'd at least hear your voice.

"Words cannot describe how much I love you, Y/n. You saved me more than the day we met with your can of mace. You changed me and I will always be grateful for your love and affection towards someone like me." He whispered into your ear. He kept whispering poetic words into your sleeping ears. He suddenly stopped when he heard a creak from the corner of the room.

His vision sharpened to see into the darkness of his old room and immediately reached over to his nightstand and switched his lamp on. It illuminated the room just enough to see his family in the corner of his room, recording the scene in front of them.

Damian wrapped his arms around your waist and gave the nastiest glare possible towards the boys. Tim was about to say something, maybe lighten up the approaching argument but Damian brought a finger up to his pursed lips.

"If you wake her up, I will play tic-tac-toe on your throats with my katana." He blankly threatened.

Dick realized there wasn't any bluffing behind his brother's threat, as he had doubted threats from Damian before and that's how he ended up with thumbtacks in his ass and tried to escape the impending doom.

Jason, on the other hand, wanted to see the world burn and tripped his older brother, causing him to trip and eat shit. A thud echoed throughout the room, causing you to stir in your sleep.

"Dami? What was that?" A dagger was whipped out of the nightstand and held by Damian in a way with the intent to throw it at an unsuspecting victim. "Nothing, sweetheart. Just go back to sleep, okay beautiful?" You drifted back to sleep as if under a spell, your hands now on his defined chest.

There was a brief moment of silence that gave Damian time to admire the love of his life. That was until Jason decided to open his mouth.

"Dude, you're whipped like a motherfu-"

A knife flew across the room and landed right next to Jason's head.

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This is the first thing I've written in almost a year so lmk if it's ass or gas. BUT KEEP SENDING IN REQUESTS I LOVE HEARING OTHER PEOPLE'S IDEAS!!!

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roosterforme · 4 months

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At Least Twice a Day (Rooster x Reader)

Part of The What If Collection of blurbs for Roo and Baby Girl. My masterlist. Banner by @mak-32

Warnings: language, mentions of smut, mention of injury

You loved having Goose and Carole stay with you and Bradley. His mom always taught you a new recipe, and you could tell how happy it made Bradley to spend time with them. Especially Goose.

The guys were out walking Tramp after dinner, and you were helping Carole make a cake in your kitchen as you kept pausing to look at your engagement ring which used to be hers.

"He'll take good care of you," Carole mused out loud as she cracked some eggs. "Not that you can't take care of yourself, of course. But he'll give you anything you need or want. That's just the way he loves you."

Her words made you feel gooey. "That's the way I love him, too."

Your future mother-in-law's beaming smile left you wishing Bradley would return from his walk so you could touch him. You just always wanted to be touching him. "Chocolate frosting?" Carole asked, interrupting your thoughts.

"Yes. As long as Goose likes that."

She laughed and tossed her head back. "Goose has never meet a food he won't eat."

"Sounds exactly like Bradley."

Once the pretty cake was cooling and the frosting was ready to go on it, the front door opened, and Tramp bounded in ahead of the guys. "It smells good in here," Bradley murmured as he made a beeline to give you a hug. He kissed the top of your head as you snuggled your cheek against him. "Well this is a warm welcome."

"I missed you a little bit," you whispered. You made sure Carole and Goose looked distracted as you said, "You told me you'd make some more time for me all week. I want it real bad." You sent him a little pout just to reinforce things. It was hard to be as intimate as you liked when his parents were visiting.

His response sounded a little stern. "I know. I've been tired. And a little preoccupied. Don't act like you aren't getting it, Baby Girl." You pressed your lips together, because he'd actually taken the time to go down on you this morning before he got dressed. For almost thirty minutes. And it had been really good. "Now what smells so delicious?"

You patted his belly; he was still trying to get in shape again after his horrific accident during his last deployment a few months ago. "I don't think you should eat too much cake, okay. You told me to make sure you were making healthy food choices."

Bradley sighed and said, "If you make it, I'm going to want to eat it." He sounded a little snippy, and you knew it was because he loved his mom's recipes, but you'd stand firm.

"Just one small piece. I'm going to ice the cake, and we can all eat it tomorrow before your parents fly home to Virginia."

"Fine."

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Bradley knew you were probably a tiny bit annoyed with him when you excused yourself early to take a shower and get ready for bed. But the cake looked so good, and he wanted to eat it even though he did tell you not to let him have too many sweets. His parents were on the couch watching a movie together when he changed into his gym clothes as he heard you get into the shower. Since he had his weight bench in the garage now, he should be using it every day.

When he walked into the living room on his way to the kitchen to make a protein shake, he felt two pairs of eyes on him. "What?" he asked, turning toward the couch. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Well..." Carole began, already cluing Bradley in to the fact that this would be an irritating conversation. "We couldn't help but notice that you got a little bit snippy with your fiancée earlier."

"Oh here we go," he muttered in response, running his hand through his hair. "How much did you hear?"

They shared a look before Carole asked, "Are you sure you're pleasing her in the bedroom?"

He froze in place and barked out an annoyed laugh. "We are not having this conversation. Absolutely not."

His dad put a hand on his mom's shoulder, but that didn't stop her. "Oh, yes, we are. We have always been very open about sex, Bradley. It's nothing to be ashamed of!"

Bradley looked at her bright blue eyes before glancing at his dad. It wasn't that he was embarrassed to talk about sex with his parents even though he was well into his thirties, it was more that he wasn't sure how to defend himself right now. "This conversation is not necessary. She was being dramatic."

Carole scoffed in response. "It's not dramatic when you're letting your partner know you need something, Bradley. She's going to be your wife!"

"Yeah," Bradley barked. "And she's already getting it at least twice a day most days!"

Goose choked on his sip of tea.

"Oh," Carole said softly, but she looked a lot calmer now as Bradley shook his head. "Well, that's good."

"Mmhmm," he hummed sarcastically with his hands planted on his hips. "I am fucking my fiancée regularly. She's plenty satisfied. She just likes being a brat. But thank you for your concern." He turned toward the kitchen, nearly forgetting what he was planning on doing in the first place. "Jesus," he grumbled as he grabbed his protein powder. "The fucking audacity."

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When you woke up the next morning, Bradley was still sound asleep, so you made your way to the kitchen to start breakfast for the four of you. The coffee was brewing, and you were collecting ingredients for some pancake batter when you froze. Half of the cake was gone. "What the fuck?" you gasped, and that's when you saw Bradley walk in. "You ate the cake."

He frowned at you. "No, I didn't."

"You did!" you accused. "It's half eaten! You ate it out of spite!"

Bradley raised one eyebrow and asked, "Are you serious right now?"

You spun when you heard Goose clear his throat, and you turned to see that Carole couldn't even look you in the eye for some reason. "Good morning," she said as she reached for a mug. "Goose has something he needs to tell you."

"I ate the cake," he said. "It was delicious. I had one piece, and then I couldn't stop eating it. And then the next thing I knew, half of it was gone."

"Oh," you replied softly. "Well, that's okay. Why don't we just finish the cake for breakfast?"

"That sounds lovely," Carole replied, barely meeting your eyes.

You took a deep breath and turned toward Bradley. "I'm sorry, Roo. You can have a much cake as you want, I shouldn't have told you not to eat it."

He leaned in closer and whispered, "I'll have a little slice, Sweetheart. And I'm sorry I haven't been as attentive this week as I usually am. If you want me to fuck you nearly constantly, you know I will."

"Shhh," you hissed. "Your mom is already barely looking at me right now!"

Bradley laughed as his parents took the cake and coffee into the dining room. "That's because I told her you're a needy little thing who wants me balls deep inside her all the time."

"You did what?!"

#is it working for you?#roosterforme #b&bg #if you ask emily #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #rooster imagine #rooster fanfiction #bradley bradshaw imagine

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icallhimjoey · 3 months

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Define Close

♥ ♥ Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

Summary: What good are flatmates even, if they don't comfort you when you need it most? Or when you need it a normal amount? Or, you know, when you don't really need it, but just really want it?

CW / disclaimer: rpf, fem!reader, hurt/comfort i guess? idk we're sad a lot and joe cheers us up a lot

Author’s note: this sort of came about after taking small little bits from several requests that i combined and then shaped into what i wanted for myself, and for a minute, i thought 'what if i don't make this one extremely self-indulgent for once' but then... why the fuck wouldn't i? so...

Wordcount: 2.7K

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five

One of those days.

You weren’t going to wait until you got home to ask Joe what pizza toppings he wanted. Not today. So you texted,

“peperoni or chicken?”

And it took just a few seconds for Joe to open Whatsapp and to reply.

“those my only two options?”

You didn’t have the mental capacity to even think of any other pizza toppings, let alone get into some banter over text with your flatmate.

“joe”

There were a million ways for Joe to have read that, to have interpreted that. Yet, he got the tone of it just right.

“don’t worry, i’ll take care of it”

No playing. Just quick solutions to problems of which Joe didn’t even really know what they were yet. Then another text from him followed, asking you the question you’d just sent him.

“peperoni or chicken?”

“chicken”

You remembered exactly when this pizza tradition started. Could pinpoint the exact date, time, and place.

“no i was wrong.” “peperoni”

The first time you and Joe shared a pizza as new flatmates, was when you’d gotten home one morning, still very obviously in the outfit you’d left in the night before. Joe had been cooking up some breakfast in the kitchen and had his jokes ready, already grinning to himself when he hadn’t even seen you yet.

“Well, well, well,” he called over his shoulder as you took a moment by the front door to just... breathe. You would’ve tried gathering yourself, but there wasn’t much to gather.

“I know you said the plan was to go out and celebrate Friday, but you didn’t mention anything about Saturday morning,” you could hear the joy in Joe’s voice, all chipper and lively. He’d very clearly had a great night’s sleep, unlike you.

Joe heard footsteps, and when they stopped in the doorway, he turned his head to look. Spatula still in hand, eggs just about ready in the pan in front of him.

“Look at what the cat’s drag–...” the comment died on his tongue. “Jesus, are you all right?”

Joe had expected a tired, sloppy girl to have walked in. One with messy hair, eye make-up all smudged and sort of drunk a little, still.

He’d been right.

That was exactly what he was looking at, which should objectively be funny. Hence the smile that still lingered on his face as his brow slowly furrowed in confusion.

“You look like the inside of a shoe,”

Joe tried his hand at humour, but it fell completely flat.

What he hadn’t anticipated, was for his flatmate to look quite so sad in reaction to his comments. So very drained of life. You’d obviously been crying and looked like you hadn’t slept in weeks.

For a moment you just stood in that doorway, looked a little dazed because, um, why were you going into your shared living space again?

You needed your bed.

Without answering Joe, and without even really acknowledging him at all, you took a shuddering breath and slowly turned back around, only to ignore Joe’s question and disappear into the hallway.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Joe quickly turned the hob off and rounded the island to go after you. He was too late though, stepping into the hallway just as your bedroom door closed behind you. The immediate guilt that followed his poking-fun carried him over to stand in front of it, just enough self-restraint left to not just open your door and walk in right after you.

You didn’t seem like you needed to be pissed off any more than you already were.

From just outside of your bedroom door, you heard a very faint knock, followed by Joe’s voice, asking if you were all right once more.

“Did– did something happen? What’s going on?”

All you managed to do was sigh, just loud enough for Joe to catch it.

“What happened?”

But you didn’t want to get into it.

“Do you– hey,” Joe called your name, waited for a second, in case you wanted to answer him, but then when you didn’t, he followed it up with, “Do you want some breakfast?”

And honestly, breakfast sounded nice. But so did burying yourself into your duvet for a few days, where no one would try to look you in the eye, and where no one would try to make you talk. Were you going to listen to your rumbling stomach that wanted some food, or to the rest of your body that just wanted to be horizontal?

“Some scrambled eggs? Piece of toast?”

You milled it over in your mind.

“Or, I could make you something else? You want some yoghurt? With some berries in?”

Joe tried. Was actively trying. But it didn’t seem to work, just didn’t seem to do the trick. It stayed silent on your side of the door.

“Some pizza?”

And it was meant as a careful joke. A hopeful small little thing to at least lift the mood, if nothing else. If you were even still listening to him at all, that was.

He was about to tell you that he’d be in the kitchen if you needed anything, that you could just let him know. No worries if not. But then he heard rustling. Stumbling footsteps, followed by your bedroom door slowly opening.

“Hey,” Joe cocked his head to the side at the sight of you, his eyes all soft, forehead crinkled with worry. “I’m sorry.”

You looked right past him.

“What... what kind of pizza?”

You focused on the important things instead. Didn’t really care to acknowledge Joe’s apology.

“Well,” Joe tried to hide his smile as he looked down at his feet before stepping aside and holding an arm out, inviting you to walk ahead of him, making your way back into the living area. “I think there’s a few to choose from in the freezer.”

You’d shared a pizza that morning, you sat at one of the stools of the kitchen island, and Joe stood on the side. He hadn’t asked you any questions then, but instead had just tried his hand at light conversation until suddenly, halfway through a slice, you’d started sobbing.

And it wasn’t like you and Joe had never hugged before.

But you’d never been hugged by him like that before.

Where Joe instantly dropped his food and stepped closer to fold arms around you. Where Joe got an arm around your head to press your face into his chest whilst the other curled down around your shoulders that pressed your chest into his stomach. Where he decided he wasn’t going to be the one to pull back first, and so you’d just embraced like that for over half an hour.

He hadn’t asked you any questions.

Not when you cried.

Not when you’d stuttered through breaths as you tried to recollect yourself after.

Not when you eventually pulled back and reached for another bite of now-cold pizza.

Not when you then silently frowned at the hardened cheese and softly sighed to yourself.

Not when you did eventually retreat back into your room but came out just a minute later and asked if Joe had any plans that day.

Even if he did have plans, Joe knew that he’d cancel them all for you.

“Want to rot on the sofa with me? Watch films all day?”

And you hadn’t meant to fall asleep all sagged into his side then, but you had. And Joe had played with the ends of your hair until the warmth and comfort had pulled him into a nap as well.

You’d never talked about what had happened then, why you had been so sad, because you didn’t need to. It was nice that Joe hadn’t asked for you to explain why you’d cried, and instead had just comforted you until you managed to smile for him again.

Joe thought that maybe, if you wanted to tell him, one day you would. But he didn’t need to know why his flatmate was sad when she was. He was happy just being there to help and fix it.

And now, here you were. Two flatmates who shared a tradition of having pizza and watching a film when you’d had a bad day.

And today had just been... long. Hard. Frustrating. You didn’t want to get into all the things that had nearly pushed you over the edge, and you were glad that you didn’t need to.

Joe didn’t ask questions. Never did.

Just went to get you the peperoni pizza you’d asked for.

Would cuddle you on the sofa all night if that was what you wanted.

It was what he wanted, anyway.

He was well aware that none of that was normal though.

You were flatmates.

If Joe referred to you in conversation with a friend, with a family member, or even with a stranger, you were his flatmate. The girl that he shared the living area of his flat with. The pantry, the fridge and the freezer. The coat closet by the door. A letterbox downstairs by the entrance.

Flatmates.

But if someone were to ask you if you and your flatmate were friends too, you’d tell them yes of course. You shared dinner more often than not. If you had friends ‘round, Joe would hang out too. And vice versa.

Normal.

Just normal friendly flatmates that also knew each other’s parents by their first names, but you know, those things sort of just came with sharing a living space together, right?

And no one ever really thought there was more to you and Joe, anyway.

Why would they even assume?

You dated other people. Went on regular dates with different men. Other guys. Would even sometimes sit and watch a film with someone, and Joe would join you for a little while. Have casual conversation with whoever you’d invited over.

Normal.

What wasn’t so normal was that the second it would just be you and Joe, you wouldn’t hesitate to touch if you wanted to touch. Wouldn’t hesitate to find him, wherever he’d be, and sling your arms around his stomach from behind, just to hold him for a minute. Would wait to get comfortable on the sofa until Joe would join you there and you’d wait for his arm to find its way around you before you’d settle in.

You never talked about it.

It was just what it was like. You were close. The affection was just a natural thing between the two of you. It didn’t need any words. Any explaining.

But Joe knew you both understood that this could be interpreted very differently through other people’s eyes.

It’s why you kept referring to each other as flatmates, and why you weren’t like that in front of other people.

Which was fine.

You lived together.

There was plenty of time without other people there.

When you walked into your flat that evening, the promise of a shared peperoni pizza combined with the contrasting warmth that immediately made you feel uncomfortably hot in your coat, was nearly enough to bring you to tears.

“Joe?”

“Hey, bad news,”

Oh no.

Joe appeared at the other end of the hallway.

“They didn’t have any Sprite left, so I got you a Fanta.”

You let your shoulders drop and let your head fall to the side in relief. That was hardly bad news. You didn’t love Fanta, but the bad news revealed Joe had gone out to get a pizza instead of throwing a frozen one into the oven.

“Fanta’s fine.” You smiled. Joe easily copied it.

“Good, okay. Now,” Joe continued, suddenly his face all serious again as you took your coat off and toed your shoes off. “I know that last time, I got to pick a film, so technically it is your turn... but, I’ve already chosen something to watch, and I did go out to get us the largest peperoni pizza London has to offer, so...”

You stilled and gave an exaggerated sigh, all mock frustration, because you honestly didn’t give a shit. If anything, it was nice that Joe had made the choice for you, seeing as you didn’t really have the mental capacity for any decisions right now. If it had been left up to you, you’d hav been scrolling through Netflix for at least half an hour until settling just to watch some celebrity panel shows on Channel 4.

“No sprite and I don’t get to choose the film?”

“I’m sorry,” Joe was trying stupidly hard to hide a smile.

You blinked at him a second.

“You’re not sorry.”

“No I’m not. You made me go out and it’s fucking freezing outside today.”

You made your way over to your bedroom to get changed, and just before disappearing, you said, “Cool way of letting me know you’ve not left the flat all day.”

Like Joe’s hair hadn’t told you as much already.

You wished your job would let you work from home too. Although, with Joe spending weird stretches of time just sitting around and reading, you didn’t think you’d get much work done. Would probably be a bit weird if you logged onto a zoom meeting from your spot on the sofa, half of Joe in frame.

“I did leave the flat! I just said!” Joe argued, leaving you to get into a more comfortable outfit.

You grinned to yourself.

Joe was an idiot.

In an oversized sweatshirt and a pair of joggers, you joined Joe in the living room where you found a large pizza box on the coffee table, two cans of Sprite next to it.

Sprite.

“Surprise.”

Joe had lied.

Then you looked at the TV screen, paused at the title of the film Joe’d chosen and, fuck all the way off, did he want you to cry?

“I know it’s not your genre...”

It was. It absolutely was. It wasn’t Joe’s genre, though. “But I promise you’ll like it.”

You didn’t know if you wanted to hook an elbow to his jaw or squeeze your nails into his cheeks, but you needed to do something to get this surge of emotion out.

You opted for swearing at him instead of physical violence.

“I fucking hate you so much right now,”

“Yea?” Joe sat down, pressing play on the remote and reaching for the throw blanket. “Come hate me over here.”

And so you did.

Sat down next to Joe, thigh to thigh, and let him sort the blanket so it covered the both of you before leaning over to grab the pizza box.

The heat coming from the pizza quickly found your legs through the blanket and through your joggers. It was a stark comparison to how cold your fingers still felt from your trek home.

You rubbed them together as Joe opened the pizza box and, shit, that looked good.

“You cold?”

“Just my fingers,” you replied, already putting both hands to use, ripping the pieces of crust that hadn’t been cut properly and lifting a slice out of the box.

Joe did the same, and then when he saw one of your hands lower down, he was quick to grab it, encasing your cold fingers into his large palm.

The act of being upset with him for being nice faltered, and you smiled at Joe as he smugly grinned whilst he chewed.

See, had someone else been there with you, you’d have gotten comments. If not jokes, at least you knew you would’ve gotten some judging looks. Some questions later, about what was going on between the two of you?

Nothing was going on between the two of you.

Just warm cuddles and comforting touches, which was fine when it was just you and Joe.

So what if Joe held your hand whilst you ate pizza and watched a romantic comedy together?

So what if a piece of peperoni was about to slide and fall to your chest, but Joe saw and got it just in time, and you thought he was going to pop it into his own mouth, but then instead he held it up in front of you and waited till you ate it from his fingers?

So what if, after finishing the pizza, Joe planted his feet on the coffee table and pulled you into his side a little? Grabbed your arm to lay over his stomach? Ended up with both arms slung around, his own fingers locking on your back to keep you in place whilst you watched actors older than the both of you act as if they were in their early twenties still?

Life was just more comfortable when it was filled with good snuggles, you and Joe both agreed.

But you never talked about it.

You were just close.

No questions asked.

Flatmates. Friends. Just, close.

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kimetsu-no-yaiba-writings · 1 year

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Akaza x pregnant demon reader (she's pregnant by him) sfw +nsfw headcanons

Ask and you shall receive! Thank you for requesting anon, I hope that you enjoy and that I've done your request justice.

If you want to request something for Akaza - or anyone else - then my askbox is always open and ready to receive, so slide something my way again when you have time (^__^.)

I'll be putting the NSFW headcanons beneath a 'Keep Reading' line, so minors DNI

And just as a final thing,

Akkkkkkaaaazzzaa (ﾉ∀`♥) My beloved!

Akaza with a pregnant S/O - SFW + NSFW Headcanons:

SFW:

Upon first finding out that your pregnant this man is frozen in the spot before actually crying

Gets extra protective

Doesn't like being away from your side for more then 20 minutes

He is absolutely a hover.... he's always by your side

Will attack on sight if he thinks anyone - and i mean anyone - looks like they might cause you and the little bean harm

Makes sure that there's nothing in the house that could potentially harm you - "I'm sanding down the corners cause i don't want them to poke you or harm you!"

Straight up tells Muzan that he's caring for his wife + baby so won't be doing anything else unless it helps his family - does this mid-meeting and then leaves

Somehow always comes back with something new, baby books (books for new parents), clothes for the baby and toys

No matter how random the cravings if he can't make it, he'll buy you it - and if he can't get it at all then he resorts to hugging you with apology after apology falling from his lips

"You want Teriyaki glazed apple slices with honey rice? AND spicy noodles with broth and boiled eggs...will your stomach even be able to handle that?"

Makes sure to stock up on snacks that you enjoy - keeps them in places you can't reach

When it gets to the point that he can feel the baby kick akaza is glued to you even more - Face and/or hand placed against your tummy to feel the baby with a soft coo + smile

Comes up with a thousand nicknames for the baby - e.g. baby bean, firecracker, little kicker - and no, he will not stop

Buys you bigger + airy clothes so your comfortable

Massages your shoulders, back and ankles when you complain of pain and soreness - When he's not there he buys a wheat bag which you can heat up

Lots more cushions and blankets around the house so your comfy and never get cold

Gets you one of those pregnancy pillows

Has a notebook filled with baby names, what toys re good for babies, what they should be sleeping and playing with - he's honestly very prepared for this child

Somehow managed to rope Kokushibou into helping make and paint the baby's room - as well as giving him advice on what to anticipate as a dad

NSFW:

Incredibly gentle with you - not that he wasn't before - especially since your so much more sensitive

He's more focused on making sure that your comfortable, so sticks to a couple of positions that don't harm/hurt your body - although he does enjoy reverse cowgirl and you on all fours (with your head and arms resting so you don't have the baby weight hurting you)

Sometimes standing up if you have the energy

Also enjoys sex while spooning

Spends more time preparing you - oral and fingers until your essence coats your shaking thighs as well as his face and hands

His hands wander, pinch and soothe your thighs, hips and chest until you whine to get touched more

Isn't gonna fuck you against the counter as much as he used too but he'll eat you out with vigor instead

Lots of over-stimulation - sometimes accidentally but usually on purpose with a smirk and a rumbling purr in his chest

More creampies!

Enjoy's pushing his cum back into your twitching hole afterwards - tracing shapes into your clit with it as he hums as your hips jump and thighs twitch at his touch

His breeding kink really kicks into full swing

The feeling of sliding into your wet plush heat without protection makes him even more feral especially now that you pregnant - its like knowing that your already filled with him, already baring a child, makes his brain works at a mile-a-minute

Won't admit that seeing how heavy + full your breasts get with milk - and how you glow the rounder your tummy gets - goes straight to his cock

....absolutely gonna drink your milk - a dark lust filling his eyes as he runs his tongue along your tender nipple before taking it into his mouth with an obscene moan

Will absolutely play with your nipples until your a whimpering and whining mess or until milk comes out

Kisses are more desperate - planting open mouthed kisses along the column of your throat before locking your lips together

Leaves hickies along your breasts and shoulders alot more

takes things slower and gentler

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thebearer · 10 months

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Hoohoohoo look at all these requests I’m behind on that I get to binge 🤭

I have one of my own tho, if you want! I just neeed Dad!Carmy and mom reader like so bad I just need some domestic fluffiness with him. I feel like he would such a cute protective dad especially with a daughter. Like imagine if she was picky and he made all her fav foods from scratch for her in cute little shapes. Stop.🥹

omg ahhh!!! a picky little baby bear i'll sob rn!!!

"Look! Look at what Daddy made you, Teddy." You cooed, bouncing the two year old on your hip, her curls tickling your chin. Carmen turned the pan towards her, far enough she couldn't touch but close so she could see the tiny heart shaped pancake in the pan.

"Mmm, doesn't that look so yummy?" Your tone lilted, exaggerated but soft, hoping it might sway the stubborn two year old.

Carmen's eyes rounded, hopeful that she might be impressed- would finally be impressed. Instead, Teddy just blinked, looking from you back to Carmen. "No."

Carmen's shoulder's deflated, letting the pan rest back over the flame. Teddy turned two only a month ago, and since then, she'd entered a new realm, passing the "terrible twos" and going into something much worse. You blamed Carmen, she had inherited his stubbornness and this was his own form of karma, because no matter what he did, the answer was the same- no.

"You're being silly." You tsked lightly, shaking your head at her. "You love pancakes."

"No." Teddy shook her head, curling further into your chest.

"Then what do you want, baby?" Carmen's tone was tired, and holy shit was he. "Do you want cereal?"

"No."

"Do you want eggs?" You tried.

"No."

"Do you want donuts?" Carmen tried again, ignoring your glare over her head. He was desperate, desperate for any other answer other than no.

"No." Teddy whined, wiggling in your arms to get down.

You set her carefully on the ground, letting her walk towards the cabinets, pulling on the child proofed locks. Carmen looked at you, tired, defeated, a little hurt. "I don't know what she wants." He admitted.

You shrugged gently, running a hand down the soft cotton of his shirt. "She'll eat it. I think she just likes saying no because you give her a reaction." You hummed, giving him a very pointed look.

Carmen snorted lightly, shaking his head. "Yeah? Who's she get that from, hm?" He hummed, arms snaking around your waist to pull him back into you. "Sounds like she gets it from you."

You giggled, pushing his hands off your sides. "More like she gets it from you." You pushed a finger into his chest. "This trait screams Berzatto, and you know it."

Carmen rolled his eyes, looking at Teddy on the floor, yanking furiously on the cabinets. "Hey, cut that out." Carmen said, firm with a little frown that had her stopping, rounded eyes meeting his. "That's not for you, Dorothea, stop."

The use of her full name, not the beloved "Teddy" nickname had her bottom lip quivering, your breath hitching knowing tears were coming. A loud wail filled the kitchen, Carmen's heart sinking when Teddy ran into your legs, hiding her face in the soft fabric of your pajama pants.

"Mama!" You picked her up, cradling her against your chest. Carmen looked sick, wracked with guilt. You snorted lightly, shaking your head. Teddy's crocodile tears won him over every time, had him bending to her every whim which you were sure is why she did it.

"She's fine," You hum, running a hand down her curls. She wasn't even fully committed to this "breakdown" already quieting down her sobs, clearly distracted with something over your shoulder.

"Teddy," Carmen's hand was on her back, nearly covering her whole little spine. It made you want to melt. She looked at him, bottom lip jutted and sniffling in a way that looked so much like you. No wonder Carmen didn't stand a chance ever staying mad at her.

"What do you want, Teddy Bear? You have to eat. What do you want Daddy to make you?" Carmen's voice was calm, gentler now and a near coo. You were sure at her nap time you were going to try and convince him for a sibling for Teddy, or at least try and practice.

Teddy whined, pointing at the cabinet she'd been pulling on earlier. Carmen's brows furrowed curiously before opening it, sighing heavily. "You gotta be fuckin' kidding me-"

"-Carmen." You hissed, eyes cutting to Teddy, who was not paying attention, thankfully.

"She wants goldfish again!" Carmen sighed, pulling out the orange box with the smiling cracker on it. Teddy perked, squirming in your arms to get down. "All she wants to eat is this!"

"Just let her have them. I'll cut the pancake too, maybe she'll eat that." You shrug, reaching for the cooling stack on the counter.

"This can not be healthy, baby. Maybe I should try and make them again? With some vegetables and-and I'll blend then better this time-"

"-Carmy, she spit those out last time." You bit back a laugh, remembering the disaster that was the homemade goldfish.

Carmen sighed, running a hand through his hair, setting the bowl of goldfish on the ground while you fixed her high chair. "I know." He sighed. "I just... I feel like she should be eating something healthier, ya know?"

"I think you're gonna have to give into her a little, Mr. Stubborn." You smirked, he was only proving your point now. "Give her the goldfish and the other. She won't even know she's eating it, promise." You hummed, tossing the pancakes on the tray and picking Teddy up to fasten her in.

"That doesn't seem right." Carmen frowned. "Tricking her into eating things."

"She's two, Carmen." You rolled your eyes lightly at him. "It's not like we're force feeding her. She likes it." You nod towards your baby, chubby little fingers grabbing the cut pancake, shoving it in her mouth. "If she didn't like it, we'd know. We didn't force her to eat the homemade goldfish. Now that would have been wrong." You smirked.

Carmen rolled his eyes. "Funny." He scoffed. "I just worry about her."

"I know you do." You hum, wrapping your arm around his torso. "You're a good dad like that."

"Yeah?" Carmen blushed, heart soaring under your praise. "You think I'm a good dad."

"You know I do." You shook your head lightly at him, letting your cheek rest against his chest.

"I think you're a good mom. The best mom." Carmen added, leaning down to peck your head.

You smiled, tilting your head back so he could kiss you, fully and sweet, lips slotting over yours, hand pressed into your spine to pull you closer. It wasn't nearly the sloppy make outs you used to have on Sunday mornings, sweeter now.

A sharp jab to your temple had you pulling away, hearing the soft clatter of something on the ground. You gaped, looking at the goldfish back at Teddy, who giggled wildly. "Dorothea, did you throw that?" You frowned, her laughter only growing louder.

Carmen bit back his own laugh, turning back to the stove, while you picked the food off the floor. "That," Carmen muttered. "Is definitely a you trait, baby."

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swordsandholly · 7 days

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Across The Way

Ch. 2: And So It Begins

Retired!Ghoap x fem!plus size!Reader

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Word Count: 2.6k

Summary: You go to Scotland with high hopes for your future. After all, you have the bakery you always dreamed of and a whole new life to live. Plus, the men who own the butcher’s shop across the street seem nice.

A/N: I got this out a lot faster than I thought I would. Hopefully my work doesn’t get too insane and I can get the next out in a timely manner - it’s going to be a bigger one!

“You were right.” Simon carefully cuts through the loaf with a serrated knife. He’s never lost his skill with them, despite their uses becoming increasingly more domestic over the years. It’s charming, in a way - the juxtaposition of where they started and where they are now.

“Right about whit?” Johnny asks.

“She is a pretty little thing.”

“Donnae tell me I need tae be worried about ye sneakin’ off at work.” He jokes. Simon would never, of course, but it’s fun to see the way his cheeks heat up at the implication. Without his mask he wears every expression with reckless abandon.

Simon settles his large frame into the seat across from Johnny at the dining table. It’s small, they don’t need much. The chairs always creak under Simon’s weight in an almost threatening fashion. He pushes a plate with two pieces of the bread and some eggs over to Johnny. There’s an odd tug in his chest when he picks up the slice - an urge to be gentle as he spreads butter over it. Gentility is not a compulsion he feels often.

“S’good.” Simon mutters around his bite.

Johnny nods along after taking one himself. There’s love in it - he can tell. A piece carefully crafted with only absolute perfection in mind. How strange that food can carry such a feeling.

“Was a wee bit worried we’d be stuck across from the nicest, worst baker in the world.” He mutters.

Simon huffs out a half laugh.

~~~

Your first week goes by in a blur. For a small town they sure do manage to keep you busy. It’s good, you remind yourself. Better than none. If you keep it up at this rate you’ll be able to hire help by the end of the summer quarter.

By Monday, the first day of your “weekend”, you’re overdone. Head dizzy and body exhausted, you spend the day in bed. It’s a gratifying exhaustion, one you hope to build more of a tolerance for. As of now, though, you elect to remain deeply buried under the covers.

When you wake for a second time the sun is already near setting again. The entirety of Monday slunk by with you in bed. You grumble to yourself angrily like an old man. You wanted to unpack today - to at least get your clothes and kitchen items put away.

“Stupid.” You grouse. At least you still have time to shower, you suppose.

As you stand the world blacks out for a moment, your body swaying in place. You allow yourself to fall back on the bed, sitting while your vision slowly comes back into focus. Blinking away black dots and off squiggles that dance across your eyes. On attempt number two you manage it, making your way to the bathroom.

The work is worth it. The pain is worth it.

This is what you always wanted, after all.

You are happy. You can feel it in your bones. They’re lighter than they used to be - your whole body thrums with excited energy even as you have to lower yourself with the upmost care into the shower seat. Even as you have to scrape one of the cheap fold out chairs you managed to get over to the stove while you cook a late night dinner. Thank god for low counters.

When you were arranging your schedule it took a while to get it perfected. To compensate for your body you have to have time to rest and be able to do a lot of baking preparation before the work week starts. Monday and Tuesday are for rest. Wednesdays are for prep. The shop is closed but you’re in the back working your ass off mixing and kneading and shaping doughs. As well as practicing new recipes you want to add to the store’s line up eventually. Your goal is to sell American biscuits, preferably in batches of six, but those take a lot of work and don’t keep as long. They’ll have to wait until you have hired help.

It’s all chance and whatever you can manage to make happen. You learned to be okay with that, though.

You’ve got plenty of spoons, you tell yourself. Just need to use them wisely.

When you finally close the fridge, now fully stocked with dough ready to proof and bake, you check the clock. It’s still the early afternoon. You finished sooner than you assumed you might. The thought makes you giddy - makes you feel accomplished.

It makes you feel normal.

As you exit into the warm spring sun you take a moment. Ever since you arrived you haven’t been able to just stop. To just take everything in - let the foreign air fill your lungs and the aura of the town sink into your bones.

It’s a lovely little main street that you’re located on. The building to your left is a large family owned pharmacy (very convenient for you) and to your right is an empty brick building. It looks like a former post office, but from what you know the current post office is a few blocks down beside the grocers. It’s quaint, the lot of it.

Your eyes settle on the shop across from yours housed in a simple brick building painted white. The upstairs is an apartment much like yours, you think, but from what you know it currently remains empty. The sign above the door reads A Cut Above the Rest. You wonder if that was Simon or Johnny’s doing.

Would it be weird to go in? You suppose not, after all they came to yours. It’s only fair you give them some patronage as well. Plus you need to ask how the bread was. Hopefully they liked it - you realized halfway through the night that you didn’t even ask if they like sourdough before shoving it into their hands.

That thought kept you up later than you’d like to admit.

You look both ways down the street. This particular spot doesn’t have a crosswalk but the road is so dead even when the downtown is busy you figure it’s worth risking. The lack of danger doesn’t stop you from fast-walking across, though.

The shop’s old-fashioned door bell chimes prettily as you push it open. For a butcher it smells extremely clean - almost clinical. It’s small, with an L shaped display counter and a register at the end nearest the door. Packages of sausage links and the like hang on displays across the back wall. Beside the wooden saloon doors that lead behind the counter is a little dog bed with a very well crafted name plate reading Riley hanging right above it.

So cute.

“Afternoon.” Simon appears from the back, wiping his hands on a rag. You jump a little, so lost in taking in your surroundings you forgot what you came here for.

“H-hi!” You smile. You forgot how intimidating Simon is. His gaze levels you - pins you underneath him like a fly under a swatter. Maybe that’s a bit dramatic. “I thought I’d come check your shop out and ask how the bread was?”

“It was good.” He replies bluntly. Totally monotone. The corners of his eyes crinkle ever so slightly. You decide that’s it’s a smile - whether that’s the reality of his expression or not.

“It’s really nice in here.” You look around. There isn’t much for decoration. The walls are too covered in menus and diagrams of cuts to leave room for anything extra. There’s a shelf of odds and ends opposite the main counter full of high end mustards and condiments. Little things to go with whatever you could think to make out of the varieties of meat they offer.

“Thanks.” Simon nods. “One moment.”

You watch with curiosity and a slight frown as he makes his way into the back. He almost has to duck under the doorway. Old buildings with low ceilings and all that. The place definitely wasn’t made with a six foot plus behemoth in mind. You continue to look around, rocking back and forth on your heels. They have a perfect score on their inspectors plaque. You might not know Simon well, but he seems the type to be absolutely precise about everything. The score doesn’t surprise you.

Yours is almost perfect - some rules are different here than in the US. Next time, you swear you’ll get it top notch! You look across the street at your shop. You wonder if you made the wrong choice with The Honey Bun. It’s bit much now that you see it from afar but it still makes you smile. That’s what matters, you guess.

Simon comes back out with a small, nicely wrapped package. “You don’t ‘ave any dietary restrictions d’you?”

You shake your head and he pushes the package toward you. Your eyes widen - it’s a great cut of high end beef. Like, really good beef as far as you know. Something you’d never be able to afford even if your business wasn’t brand new. You stare between Simon and the little pack in your hands. “Th-this is so nice but I-“

“It’s only fair.” He cuts you off. “Neighbors, yeah?”

You can’t help the grin that splits your face, eyes misting up despite yourself. Kindness has not been a constant in your life - more of a rarity. Something you had to claw and fight to earn. Being given it so freely but such a taciturn man has you reeling just a bit.

“Thank you… I’ve got to head back but, uh, thank you. Really.” You press the small package to your chest. “Tell Johnny I said hi?”

“Course.” He nods.

“Thanks again!” You grin, giving a little two finger salute before practically skipping all the way back into your dingy little apartment. Happily, you pack away the meat to use later. It’s too nice to just make any dish out of - best to save it for a special occasion. Your first gift in your new life. Best to savor it.

~~~

“Afternoon, bonnie.” Johnny appears in your doorway while you sweep up from the Saturday rush, bell chiming upon his entrance. “Hope I’m not a bother.”

“Not at all.” You smile, resting the broom on the counter. “Hello to you as well, Miss Riley.”

She huffs out a quiet bark in reply, sitting dutifully at Johnny’s feet. You don’t have much experience with service dogs - other than the well known rule not to pet them while they’re working. They were always too expensive for you to get and your condition wasn’t labeled serious enough to warrant financial aid. (Despite the fact that you can, and have, passed out and hit your head on something hard.)

“Can I get you something?” You ask.

“Och, I’m a’right. Just wanted tae stop by an’ say hello before headin’ home.” He gives you that dashing, bright grin. “Simon always kicks me out of the shop at close.”

“He doesn’t need help?” You ask. Surely cleaning up a butchers shop is a huge task. You have your work cut out for you with all the flower - you can’t imagine cleaning that amount of blood and mess.

Johnny shrugs. “The cleaning chemicals trigger my migraines.”

You hum. “Well, you’re always welcome to stop by. Actually,” you turn on your heel, “I’ve got somethin’ I’d like you to try, if you want.”

“Never one to say no to food. Especially from a pretty girl.” Johnny says as he follows. He tells Riley to stay in front and she listens - the perfect little lady that she is. You nearly trip at his comment, keeping your back turned so that he hopefully doesn’t see the heat spreading from your face and down your neck.

“I-it’s, uh, you ever had American biscuits?” You ask, praying he doesn’t notice the shake in your voice. You have to get on your tip toes to reach the small basket you made the day prior - carefully lowering it and pulling back the gingham cloth you wrapped them in.

An image of home.

“Aye, had them once on a layover at some chain diner.” He nods. “Donnae think they were fresh, though.”

“Well these are proper biscuits.” You carefully cut one in half with ease. “Sometime I’ll have to make you some gravy to go with.”

“Yer gonnae make us fat, hen.” Johnny chuckles.

“There are worse things to be.” The words come out more defensive than you would have liked. An automatic mechanism - a harshness you've honed over the years.

You hate how easily you wield it, sometimes.

Johnny leans forward over the table, a furrow in his brow. “I dinnae mean-“

“Here.” You cut him off and hold out the biscuit on a napkin, smothered with butter in the middle.

Johnny lets your interruption go. Probably happy for an out. He takes the fluffy baked good slowly, cupping it in his large hand with care. You wonder if he always does that, touches things with such gentle love. Is it learned? Is it just natural to him? Does he touch Simon like that? Gentle caresses?

What’s that like?

Johnny takes a massive, enthusiastic bite. Somehow his blue eyes manage to sparkle even more, grinning as he chews. “Sh’gew!”

You laugh at his attempt to talk around the food. “Glad you like it.”

He swallows roughly. A full body gulp. “Why’d ye start bakin’ anyway?”

“My grandparents raised me.” You fold the biscuits back up in their little basket. “My grandma taught me how. She was the best in town - won the pie contest almost every year.”

“Tha’s lovely.” The smile he gives you is so genuine it makes your chest constrict.

“Mean old bat but she could beat anyone in the kitchen.” You laugh. “We swore she had some kinda magic. Like a green thumb but for cooking.”

“My mum’s like tha’. Can make anythin’ out of nothin’.” He nods along.

You fall into an easy back and forth - never breaching anything deeper than the most surface level of content as he eats. It’s manageable. Johnny doesn’t push and neither do you.

Riley barks from the front of the shop.

“Och, tha’s my queue.” Johnny brushes off his hands and checks the front of his shirt for crumbs. “Take care, aye?”

You smile. “You too.”

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Johnny’s words keep ringing in your ears. You don’t know why. It’s nothing special. There’s no reason to attach to them. You raise a hand to wipe off the fog and stare in the small mirror hung above your bathroom sink.

Pretty girl.

You scoff. You’re not a pretty girl. You’ve never been a pretty girl. Fat girl. Stupid girl. Sick girl. Tired girl. Sad girl.

That last one you’ve heard more than anything else. Out of all the descriptors of you it stands out as the most used. By everyone from teachers to your own family. Always just a sad, sad girl.

You got it from your mom, they’d say. It’s not like you would ever know.

You rip your eyes away from the mirror and try to let the thoughts melt away as you sink into the comfort of your blankets. Those thoughts live back on the other side of the Atlantic. They don’t get to follow you here.

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About Nightwing Powers

Wow it turns out you can attach titles to posts, awesome. I will now make another post.

It always drove me kind of crazy how Nightwing powers are presented in canon. I think it drives a lot of people crazy because I've seen more than one person's headcanon adjustments to them. So here is my contribution to that genre.

Some Nightwings have perceptual abilities that other dragons -- other Nightwings and members of other tribes -- lack. One is the ability to read minds, the other is the ability to see the future.

All Nightwings develop both future sight and mind reading in the egg. The mind of a fetus can't integrate any of this information, and most will lose both abilities long before learning to understand what they mean. The dragonet's third eye closes, so to speak, within hours after hatching, and will stay that way for the rest of their life. For unclear reasons, the loss of these abilities is prevented by exposure to the light of a full moon immediately after hatching.

Nightwings always hatch at night, at least if the eggs are exposed to the sky. Those who hatch under a full moon retain the ability either to read minds or see the future, whereas those who hatch under two or three full moons retain both. The presence of these abilities also causes the development of silver scales on the face. A mind reader has a silver scale at the outer corner of each eye, whereas a prophet has a silver scale in the center of the forehead.

[Image ID: Two simplistic line drawings of a dragon's head. These drawings are identical with each other aside from the placement of specific scales, which are highlighted in white. The left drawing is labeled "mind reading" and shows two crescent-shaped scales at the corners of the dragon's eyes. The right drawing is labeled "prophecy" and shows an eye-shaped scale in the center of the dragon's forehead. /.End ID]

The appearance of the silver scales correlates with the strength of the ability. A larger, rounder scale indicates greater power.

[Image ID: Five simplistic line drawings of a dragon's head. These drawings are identical with each other, and with the drawings in the previous image, except in the placement of specific scales. The first drawing is labeled "Starflight" and has no highlighted scales. The second is labeled "Fatespeaker" and has two crescent shaped scales near the eyes. These scales are very thin, much thinner than those of the drawing that was labeled "mind reading". The third is labeled "Clearsight" and has a single scale in the center of the forehead. This scale is large and perfectly round. The fourth is labeled "Moonwatcher" and has three scales: two at the corners of the eyes, and one in the center of the forehead. These scales are shaped identically to those of the "mind reading" and "prophecy" drawings from the previous image. The last drawing is labeled "Darkstalker" and has three scales: two at the corners of the eyes, and one in the center of the forehead. All of these scales are large and perfectly round. /.End ID]

A dragon hatched under three full moons inevitably has the most powerful prophecy and mind reading. Other than that, it's unclear what exactly makes the abilities of one Nightwing stronger than those of another.

Raw power isn't the whole story, though. Clearsight is the greatest prophet of all time, but she isn't the most powerful prophet of all time (or even the most powerful in her immediate friend group). It just turns out that a dragon who diligently works on her abilities will have a certain advantage over one who believes he is already the most powerful and has an inevitable destiny.

It may not be immediately obvious what it would mean for someone to be "more" or "less" powerful at mind reading or prophecy, but there are two relevant metrics: clarity, and control. I think the names are self-explanatory, but just in case, here's a metaphor. If you imagine Nightwing powers as a flashlight shining into a dark room, clarity is the brightness of the bulb, and control is how easily one can direct the beam. These metrics are not really independent: weakly empowered Nightwings will be weak in both aspects, and strongly empowered Nightwings will be strong in both aspects. For those in the middle, who make up the majority, clarity is more developed than control.

The strongest prophets can direct their vision down many different paths, examining the futures that cascade out of intricate chains of decisions, possibly centuries into the future. The weakest prophets have occasional, muddled impressions that a certain decision in their immediate future might lead to something good or bad. In between are the average prophets, who have clear visions, but little ability to control when they occur or what they are about.

Similarly, the strongest mind readers can root around in another dragon's mind and examine any fact, belief or memory they're interested in, whereas the weakest may have a vague impression of the most immediate, intense feelings of whomever they're around. Average mind readers can clearly read the surface thoughts of other dragons, but can't probe arbitrary mental structures without somehow activating them -- by inducing the target to actively reminisce about a memory or some such thing.

In the old days, back when Nightwings understood where their powers came from, it was quite common for ambitious parents to try to time the conception of their eggs so that they would hatch under the full moon(s). For a single full moon, this is almost pointless: the quickest of the three moons cycles through its phases in just a few weeks, and the variation in the incubation period for a Nightwing egg is great enough that it can't be reliably timed to any specific moon phase. For two and three moon nights, this practice is more meaningful, but only in the very general sense that someone who doesn't conceive an egg roughly a year before the brightest night definitely won't have any thrice-moonborn dragonets, whereas someone who does, might.

Some seers would also offer advice about how to do this. For the most part, this advice was snake oil; only the most powerful seers could decide to have a vision about a particular egg's future. Even among the few who could, it would be extremely difficult to see and articulate all the subtle factors that lead an egg to hatch after a longer or shorter incubation, and most of them would be far outside the ability of the parents to really control anyway.

More unscrupulous parents would occasionally try to break an egg open under the full moons, regardless of whether the dragonet was ready to hatch on their own. This practice has never been successful, as hatching in this way disrupts the delicate developmental process needed for the dragonet to retain their power. It is also quite dangerous, and many of the dragonets who were subject to this simply died.

Foeslayer and Arctic didn't do any of this, incidentally. They just got lucky. Or they got unlucky. Depending on which of them you ask.

Speaking of Foeslayer and Arctic's kids, Whiteout has both Nightwing powers. It's not because she hatched one day after the brightest night, though. Hatching a day after a full moon doesn't grant any power. It's actually a manifestation of synesthesia. Synesthesia causes sensory modalities that are unrelated in most people to correlate in a specific way. Whiteout, like all Nightwings who hatched under no full moons, lost direct access to her abilities shortly after hatching. However, she's still able to use them indirectly via synesthetic influence on her other senses. This is why she describes Clearsight as "azure on the inside": to her, Clearsight's thought patterns are azure in a fairly literal sense.

Another Nightwing whose power manifests in an unusual way is Flame. I mean, Flame isn't actually a Nightwing, but he has a semi-recent Nightwing ancestor. That's why he has a forked tongue, unlike other Skywings, and why he has darker scales than any other Skywing. And he hatched under a full moon, so he can read minds. But since his Nightwing ancestry is slight, his power is extremely weak. It's so weak that he has never become consciously aware of it, and most of the time, it doesn't really affect anything. But if someone thinks really hard about him, he senses it. This is why he's the only dragon Moon has ever met who can tell when someone's looking into his mind. It's a very weak form of the same two-way communication she uses to talk to Darkstalker.

In the year 5000, Nightwings have largely lost access to their powers, since they no longer allow their eggs to hatch under the moonlight. Contrary to what Moon thinks, this isn't because they're afraid of hatching another Darkstalker. After all, if it were specifically desired to avoid hatching eggs under the full moons, we would expect to see some kind of active prohibition, or at least some sort of legend about the terrible consequences of doing so. What actually happened is that the Nightwings' new home prevented them from hatching eggs in moonlight, and after a few generations with no mind readers and no prophets, the dragons started to believe their own abilities were legendary or allegorical.

Despite the Nightwings' present powerlessness, belief in their abilities persists. The Nightwings encourage these rumors, and also train their dragonets to imitate the power they lack. This training mostly consists of cold reading and theatrics, not unlike the techniques human con artists use to simulate psychic powers. However, they also leverage the one sensory ability that Nightwings still have over all* other dragons: an extremely strong sense of smell. Most dragons are aware that Nightwings smell better than members of other tribes, but they don't grasp that they may leak private information through subtle odors that only Nightwings can perceive. By examining the smell of another dragon's body, modern Nightwing "seers" and "mind readers" deduce information in a way that is easily mistaken for magic by the uninitiated.

Darkstalker is highly scandalised by this practice when he wakes up, not least because he has an Icewing-tier nose and can't do it.

Now that Nightwings are living in the rainforest, it's likely that their extrasensory abilities will start to become more common again. Unfortunately, their only connection to the ancient techniques for controlling those abilities turned out to be evil and was sent to gay baby jail. It will likely fall on Moonwatcher to begin the process of re-developing these practices and teaching them to a new generation of Nightwing dragonets.

*Actually, Seawings can smell nearly as well. But only underwater.

#ok i think that's all the thoughts i had about that #turned out to be more than i expected honestly #wings of fire #wof #wof headcanon #headcanon #wof nightwing #nightwing #wof clearsight #clearsight #wof darkstalker #darkstalker #wof whiteout #whiteout #wof moonwatcher #moonwatcher #wof flame #flame

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THE WRATH OF FIRE

House of the Dragon Fanfiction

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Princess Ysilla Targaryen is the only daughter of Prince Daemon Targaryen and lady Rhea Royce. The affection that she felt for her mother was strong, while her father had never been there, acting as if Ysilla was not even his. But she was. The dragon egg that had been put in her cradle hatched. An outcast of a dragon was born. A dragon with no legs. An outcast of a dragon for and outcast of a dragon rider. Ysilla’s hair were dark, but streaked with white. She was a Targaryen and her wrath was not different from the one that burn inside the members of the House of the Dragon.

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CHAPTER 2

Ysilla had been right. Her dragon had survived for the first weeks of his life, and it kept getting bigger. No one believed it, but he did, and the girl spent the majority of her time with her dragon.

Since it survived, her lady mother had agreed to make the Maester write to King's Landing so that the keeper of the Dragonpits could take a look at the dragon.

Soon, Ysilla found herself on a ship, cradling her dragon in her arms, heading to the Capital.

She had been when she was only two, or at least that was what her mother had told her. She had to go because her uncle wanted to meet her. But Ysilla had little memory of that. At that time, her aunt Aemma was still alive and the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. But only some months after her visit, she had died, giving birth to her son.

Her aunt came from the Vale as well, and Ysilla would have liked to remember her. But she really couldn't.

"You'll be taken care of," she whispered to her dragon, caressing his head. He seemed to like her touch, which made her giggle. "You are a strong one," she said proudly as his tail circled her wrist and moved his black wings.

Ysilla arrived at King's Landing by ship in five days. When she could see the shape of the city, the girl ran to the front.

King's Landing was huge, and she could already see the Red Keep and the Septon of Baelon. It looked so different from Runestone. Her castle was set on the tall mountains, and it was smaller than the Red Keep.

When her ship arrived at the dooks, her eyes noticed a knight wearing the white cloaks of the Kingsguard. He was a young man, olive-skinned and dark-haired. For some reason, his features made her blush. Her mother didn't let her hear songs much; Royces were strong warriors, and in a hard land like her own, there was no time for stories. But the few that Ysilla had heard talked about beautiful knights, such as the one that was waiting for her at the docks.

"Princess Ysilla," the knight greeted her with a bow of his head, which she reciprocated, holding her dragon in her arms.

"Good day, Ser," she answered politely, feeling a faint blush creep upon her cheeks at the realization she had no clue what the knight's name might be.

"Ser Criston Cole, my princess," he said gently, "I'll be escorting you to the castle. The King is waiting for you." He gestured towards a big carriage. The girl blinked her purple eyes in amazement. She never used those in Runestone; her mother taught her how to ride as soon as Ysilla could. Even her ride to the port had been made on the back of her pony.

Ysilla nodded silently, ready to follow the knight, but she didn't miss the way Ser Criston's eyes lingered upon her dragon.

"He is good," she said, suddenly afraid that they didn't want her dragon to enter the carriage. "He always obeys me, I swear," she assured him.

Since her dragon was born, Ysilla has never separated from him. He has become a dear friend to her, and he was always with her.

"Do not fear, princess," he smiled down at her, "Shall we go?"

Sadly, the carriage had no windows. Ysilla would have liked to watch the busy streets of the city, but she could only hear the people outside. She could not understand any words; they were just buzzing. Riding on horseback to the castle could have been more entertaining.

The dragon in her hands moved, and Ysilla looked down at it. He was still trying to find a way to move as swiftly as possible, trying to put all his strength into his front legs. Sometimes, he hurt her with his claws, accidentally scratching her skin. But Ysilla was patient with him.

"How old is he?" Ser Criston Cole asked her. She knew he had seen her dragon's missing legs, as he had noticed her dark hair streaked with silver.

"Almost two months old," she answered, biting her lower lip, feeling a bit shy. "Ser Criston," she called after some moments of silence, "Is my father here in King's Landing by any chance?"

The knight shook his head, "I'm sorry, princess. Prince Daemon is still fighting on the Stepstones." She flushed with shame. She should have known, but she stupidly had hoped that maybe he would have came in King's Landing after hearing of her arrival. She had just being stupid.

"Oh, thank you." The little claw of her dragon trying to keep himself up made her look down so that their eyes would meet.

You are here, though, she thought, caressing its head.

Once they arrived at the Red Keep, Ysilla felt so small looking up at the stone that built the castle.

"Ysilla Targaryen," her presence was announced as she stepped down the carriage, helped by Ser Criston. On the steps at the entrance of the castle, Ysilla noticed a man with long silver hair wearing black and red vests. On his face, there was a short beard, and he was smiling at her. He was the King Viserys and Ysilla's uncle. Next to him a young lady, with auburn hair tied at the back of her head. Her hands were resting upon her swollen belly. She must have been the young Queen Alicent, her aunt.

"My dear niece," the King said, walking towards her with open arms.

"Your Grace," she knew how to talk to the King; her Maester had thought of her well.

"You've grown so much, my dear," he said, gently smiling at her. At that, Ysilla felt like blushing. She knew how she was supposed to talk to the King, but not so much to her uncle, so she decided only to smile.

"You must be tired," the sweet voice of the Queen got her attention to see her stopping next to her husband, "And hungry."

"You are very kind, my Queen," she spoke shyly, "But I'd like to ask you to make sure my dragon is healthy."

Both the King and the Queen looked at the little beast in her arms. And Ysilla noticed their eyes linger at on the dragon, searching for the hind legs.

"It is-"

"Strong," she spoke, interrupting her uncle, blushing, "But we do not have Dragonpit in Runestone."

"Then we should bring him to the Dragonpit," another voice said from behind the King. She was a pretty girl with long silver hair and a smile, dressed in a soft yellow gown. Ysilla knew who she was: Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen, the heir to the Iron Throne.

"You want to think about it, Rhaenyra?" Ysilla's uncle asked. The girl noticed the princess making a strange face when her father spoke as if she didn't want him to share words with her. But when Rhaenyra's eyes went back to Ysilla, she smiled again.

"Of course," she said, gesturing towards the carriage.

"He is so pretty," Rhaenyra told her once the carriage moved again to bring them to the Dragonpit. Then she frowned as she got closer, taking a better look at the hatchling. Ysilla brought him closer to her.

"Thank you, princess," Ysilla answered, waiting for a comment from her cousin. She knew she would; everyone did. Ysilla's mother was not even sure that he would have survived.

"How's he called?" The question surprised her. She was ready to answer any question about her dragon, but not that. Ysilla blushed.

"I still have not named him," she admitted, ashamed.

"And why is that?" Asked Rhaenyra curiously.

"No name fits," the girl answered, caressing the head of her dragon.

Rhaenyra smiled. "It will come," she assured her, "Give it time."

Ysilla looked up, her lips curling up, appreciating her cousin's words. When she did so, she noticed the neckless of smoke-grey steel with a deep red ruby in its center. It was shining brightly, even if there was not so much light inside the carriage.

"You like it?" Rhaenyra asked, touching the necklace with her fingers. Ysilla nodded shyly.

"It's Valyrian steel," her cousin said, and Ysilla's eyes grew large.

"Like Lamentation!" She exclaimed, remembering the Valyrian Steel sword that House Royce possessed.

"And Blackfyre, or Dark Sister," Rhaenyra said, talking about the swords that one Aegon the Conquerer and his sister-wife Vysenia possessed.

"Father wields Dark Sister!" She knew all about those matters. Ysilla loved Valyrian Steel. Rhaenyra chuckled, nodding her head.

"Exactly!" She exclaimed before touching the neckless once again, "This was his gift."

Those words confused Ysilla. Her father had given that necklace to Rhaenyra? Why? Perhaps for her name-day, no doubt. If not, why? But did her father usually give gifts on name-days? Ysilla never received anything from him, nor did she know. Or maybe he did!

He must have if he had given something to Rhaenyra, Ysilla though. Her mother probably never gave her presents because she was still a little girl of five—too young for such jewelry.

It must be it, she thought, looking down at her dragon when he moved in her hands.

The Dragonpit was huge. Set atop one of the hills of King's Landing. The Hills of Rhaenys, Rhaenyra called it. The main door of bronze and iron was so tall that Ysilla felt her neck ache when she tried to look up. The Dragonpit was the home of the royal dragons of House Targaryen. Ysilla looked at her dragon as they walked inside, wondering if he would have liked to stay with the other dragons more. Maybe, that was the right place for him.

The Maesters of the Dragonpit were like nothing Ysilla had ever seen. They spoke a strange language that she had never heard before.

"Do you know High Valyrian?" Rhaenyra asked from next to her. High Valyrian was the language that was spoken by the people of Valyria. But Ysilla did not know it. No one in the household was Targaryen. And her mother wanted to raise her proud and strong like the people of the Vale and Ysilla wanted to be. But a part of her wanted to be Targaryen. She was a Targaryen, and she felt ashamed when she shook her head, admitting that she did not know High Valyrian. Rhaenyra observed her for a moment before starting to talk with the Dragonpit Maester. The man spoke to Ysilla, who only frowned, but then Rhaenyra touched her shoulder with a gentle smile.

"He'd like to see the dragon," Ysilla held it a little more, knowing that she had to let him go. The man was waiting, but she could only focus on the dragon moving in her hands.

"It's going to be alright," she assured, looking at the purple eyes of the hatchling. You are a good dragon," she said before moving her arms so that the man could take him. He squirmed, complaining as Ysilla took a step back.

The man put the dragon on a stone table. The little beast had some difficulty staying still due to the lack of its hind legs. But Ysilla observed him proudly as he found his balance using his wings, his long black and purple neck standing eloquently as he got more confident.

The man started to talk, and Ysilla turned to Rhaenyra, who was waiting for her to translate.

"He is deformed," Rhaenyra said, "The hind legs had not developed. He should have been dead by now," Ysilla's heart beat fast, full of worry, "And yet he is strong." Rhaenyra added, "Strong muscles, strong wings. It is unlikely that he will perish." Ysilla felt tears in her eyes, "He is growing good for his age. He says it is a miracle."

"So he will be fine!" Ysilla exclaimed happily. Rhaenyra nodded her head with a happy smile. Then the man talked again, and Ysilla waited patiently for her cousin to translate.

"He needs to be watched over," she said, "If he survives the furst year of age, he will be fine."

Ysilla was so glad to hear, and after asking the permission to go to her dragon, she happily caressed his head.

"You are going to be fine," she assured him, "And we are always going to be together."

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rose-tea-and-strawberries · 29 days

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🐇 Deuce Spade Easter Headcanons 🐇

In light of it being Easter Sunday, I decided to compile a list of Easter themed headcanons for our local baby chick boy

Also, quick word of warning - I’ve never celebrated Easter before so I deeply apologise if any of this is offensive. I just thought that the whole aesthetic of chicks, eggs and bunnies would go really well with Deuce and wanted to write about that

Reader is female

Masterlist

Since Spring has sprung, you decided to tell Deuce about a holiday from your world and him being the sweetheart he is, wanted to recreate it with you here in Twisted Wonderland

🐣 Imagine decorating Easter eggs with him, just having a blast in Ramshackle, with old newspapers covering the surface of the dining table and a bunch of paints spread out. Deuce takes this very seriously, scrunching his nose up in concentration as a shaky hand carefully applies paint to each egg. You did have a wonderful time coming up with different designs but then Ace got wind of your little date and whined about you playing favourites (“Of course, she’s playing favourites - I’m her boyfriend!”) so the next day your entire first year squad (+ Ortho) all decided to decorate Easter eggs so you ended up with a range of colourful mismatched eggs that were worth their weight in gold.

🐣 MATCHING EASTER THEMED OUTFITS. Like obviously you’d have chick themed outfits but imagine also bunny themed outfits as well with him. Of course, you have to deal with Leona’s teasing about how you look even more like a herbivore now but you kind of predicted that. Also, you send every single picture that you take of you and Deuce to his mother (that you are having constant conversations with) and whilst Deuce is so unbelievably happy that his two favourite people are getting along so well, he could do with a little less gushing about him.

🐣 Speaking of Easter outfits, imagine making Easter bonnets together, using a hot glue gun to stick on little bits and bobs like tiny chicks, bunnies and fake flowers

🐣 You handmake him homemade chocolates that are shaped like little baby chicks and bunnies. He loves them so much that he doesn’t even want to eat them, only to get slapped on the head by Ace for being a whipped idiot

🐣 You, Deuce and the rest of the first (minus Jack) totally don’t get food comas from eating too many chocolate eggs at once, by the way

🐣 You already have a habit of making him cute bento boxes or adorable looking omurice dishes, but you decided to go the extra mile and put little chick figurines inside each one. Deuce feels like he’s going to cry - he loves you so much.

🐣 You get him a bunch of those wind up chick toys - the bright eyed smile on his face outshined the sun

🐣 You organise an Easter egg hunt inside Ramshackle, consisting of chocolate eggs, the eggs you decorated and plastic eggs with little toys inside and let the first years go wild

🐣 The two of you go on dates to petting zoos so that you could hang around with actual chicks and bunnies in a safe environment and also go on picnics in the park where you feed nearby ducks (not bread. Bread is not a safe food for ducks to eat.)

#twst #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #deuce spade #deuce spade x reader #twisted wonderland headcanons #twst headcanons #fem reader

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jihyoruri · 9 months

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❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ 𓍢 ALL OF THE GIRLS YOU LOVED BEFORE(1/2) huh yunjin x reader

warnings: swearing, this is a part one of two imagines, high school au, based on tatbilb, this is a long one and so will the next part

jennifer huh.

yn knows her as yunjin.

well, that was before she was the lacrosse superstar womanizer that everyone in the school loves for some reason.

yn knew her since they were little kids, when they had their own friend group that would hang out at school and all after, when yn had a raging crush on the charismatic girl,before high school was a thing in their young minds, before yn was deemed not good enough to be what they call "popular."

it's not like yn dwells on it though, she totally doesn't think about how her ex best friend is now dating her ex crush, she always knew they would get together, they belong together so why should she care?

she has all she needs, she has her two sisters, her dad and her best friend.

she's over huh yunjin.

so why does she have to come back into her life?

.♡♡.

the sound of taylors voice plays from yn’s record player, it blends in with the sound of the hard rain that hits her window.

she places the thick black headband on her head it goes well with her knitted cream sweater, she smiles at herself in the mirror while humming to the song.

she looks at the vintage clock on her night table, that her older sister got for her, 6:15.

that should be enough time to make that breakfast that she planned on making since last night, they better be appreciative she thinks to herself.

she grabs her already packed backpack, heading down the stairs and into the kitchen turning on the lights.

she gets to it, heart shaped pancakes, fruits, bacon for her dad, spam for her little sister hyein, she always includes something that her family members like, she would include something for her older sister miyeon but she’s gone for college.

yn let’s out a sigh at the thought, with miyeon out of the house that meant that yn was the big sister, the responsible one, the one that makes sure that dad gets his coffees and that he gets home from work safe, that one that makes sure hyein has her grades up and is doing good.

the only thing is that’s not yn, she’s the middle child with her head in clouds, the hopeless romantic with no responsibilities.

now she has all of miyeon’s duties.

the sound of foot steps fill yn’s ears as she places all of the food on the island in the kitchen, they only eat on the dinner table during dinner.

“good morning, honey.” her dads voice fills the room, all ready in his work clothes, he comes up to yn and places a kiss at the side of her head, “this is amazing, what the occasion?”

yn looks at him offended, “why does there need to be an occasion for me to do something nice?” she asks affronted.

“because you only go cooking or baking crazy when stuff is on your mind.” he says stuffing a piece of bacon in his mouth.

“well, to bad for you mr doctor.” she says to him pouring coffee in his cup which makes him look at her even more suspicious only miyeon knows how to make his coffee right.

“oh, don’t look at me like that, I made sure to ask miyeon how to make your coffee correct before she left.” yn said irritated, “and I am totally fine, so stop looking at me like that.” she tried to say harshly but came out pretty soft.

“I’m not looking at you any way.” he dad responds putting another bacon his mouth before giving her an obvious pointed.

“oh, would you-” yn got cut off by the fast steps of her young sister coming down the stairs, “I smell pancakes!”

yn smiles at hyein as she sits in her seat, hyein rushing to put syrup on both the pancakes and her spam.

yn scrunches her face, “that’s disgusting.” she says looking at hyein’s maple syrup covered plate.

“you know what’s disgusting?” hyein asks with a hint of what yn would call evil in her voice, before yn can respond the younger girl pours syrup on yn’s eggs.

“you brat!” yn yells, “dad!” this is why miyeon needs to be here.

her dad just ignored the two girls taking a sip of his coffee.

hyein laughed as yn looked at her plate in disgust.

“eat up girls.” their dad said, “school starts soon, yn you okay with driving miyeons car?”

yn just nods her head hesitantly, truth to be told, she hates driving, it gives her anxiety she doesn’t know how miyeon and dad do it.

“I’m gonna bring my helmet.” hyein says laughing at yn’s annoyed face, their dad joining in.

“ha, ha, very funny.”

.♡♡.

yn pulls into her schools parking lot, turing down the music and parking beside a familiar looking car.

her heart slows down when she the person come out of their car, aeri.

she’s miyeon’s newly ex girlfriend, but before she was miyeon’s girlfriend, ex girlfriend, she was yn’s first girlfriend, well girl-friend.

yn crushed on the older girl for years, just hoping that she liked her back, and one day did give her a little hope.

“how do you tell someone you like her.” aeri said to yn as the girl looked up from the book.

this is it, yn thought to herself, but then she saw the blush rush to aeri’s face as she talked about the person, looking up at the library ceiling like a lovesick puppy, and yn knew it wasn’t her.

but there was still a little hope.

but that hope disappeared when miyeon came home, her face red, yn couldn’t tell if it was from the coldness or something else.

“aeri asked me out,”miyeon said with a dreamy look on her face, yn’s mouth dropped in shock as miyeon took off her thick scarf, “I think we’re like girlfriends, isn’t that carzy?”

and oh, how yn wanted to run up to her room and cry, but then she saw how happy miyeon looked, yn hasn’t seen her look like that since before their mom died.

so with that yn wrote a letter.

a letter that poured her whole heart out to aeri, and tucked it away in a box, it was the last letter that yn has ever wrote for her crushes.

when yn gets a crush it’s not like any old crushes, her feelings are strong and doesn’t matter what age she is, they just get so strong that the only thing she can do is write it out on a page and put it away.

miyeon would tell her that she’s being dramatic and it’s unhealthy but that’s just yn, a hopeless romantic that writes love letters to her crushes that she will never send out.

never.

“holy shit, you drove here.” aeri’s strong voice fills yn’s ears as she gets out of the car, “this is like a big accomplishment, I thought I’d have to drive you to school all year, not that I’d be complaining though.” aeri said longingly.

ever since miyeon broke up with her, she’s been going to lengths to keep that relationship with the rest of the family, she was close to them before she dated miyeon she’s their neighbour and still wanted to be close to them now, yn felt bad for her, all she wanted to say is that she would never break up with her like miyeon did.

“dad’s been making me.” yn said, throwing her backpack over her shoulder, he keeps telling her that she has to get comfortable with the road.

“want me to talk to him?” aeri asks, as they walk into the school, “he loves me.”

yn shakes her head, “nah it’s okay, he’s right I do need to learn.” she says as they make a stop at aeri’s locker.

yn watches aeri open her locker, she’s just doing a normal thing and she’s mesmerized, this is bad, really bad, yn can’t still be in love with aeri.

“yo!” a familiar voice shouts wrapping their arm around yn’s shoulder, “where have you been, y/n/n?” ryujin says to yn.

ryujin has been yn’s best friend since freshman year, after ryujin’s cousin dropped yn, she was their to pick up the pieces and has been their ever since.

“I’ve been here.” yn replies, “where have you been should be my question?”

“I’ve been around.” ryujin shrugs, “sorry aeri, I’m gonna have to steal yn for little bye!” ryujin says before pulling yn down the hall.

“have you heard the news?” ryujin asks like it’s the most crazy thing known to mankind.

“what news?”

“maya and yunjin broke up! can you believe that?.” ryujin says with a jump, “she left yunjin for some collage chick.”

maya, yn’s ex best friend and now yunjins ex girlfriend, maya is the one that dropped yn like she was nothing, like she did something wrong to her, yn will never understand why, they were so close, maya leaving her behind left her really blindsided.

maya had yunjin been in an relationship since the 8th grade, they’re in grade 11 now, yeah that’s a long time we know.

“you’re lying.” yn said, her mouth agape.

“would I lie?”

yn give ryujin a pointed look.

“okay, yes I would but I’m not about this, my evil cousin broke up with her bimbo sports star womanizer girlfriend the huh yunjin!” ryujin said. “this is huge this is crazy.”

“I’m very surprised you didn’t know, it’s like breaking news.” ryujin said as they walk up the stairs, “but then again all you do is stay in your room reading while listening to taylor or lana records or your baking your life away because somethings on your mind.” ryujin said nudging yn, “you’re such a dork.”

“I’m hurt.” yn said with a faux wounded voice, pressing her palm against her own chest.

“oh, I apologize, please forgive me, I will walk you to your class.” ryujin says dramatically.

.♡♡.

yn’s back at home sitting in room at her desk, doing her homework, her and hyein got into a fight in the car, she can barely remember what it’s about, but she knows hyein definitely remembers, nobody can hold a grudge like that girl.

yn walked down the stairs and sees hyein watching tv, “did you do your homework?”

“yeah.” hyein responds her eyes still on the tv, “what are we having for dinner?” the young girl asks.

“I was thinking about ordering pizza.” yn says picking up her book that she left on the couch the night before, “since dad is gonna be home late.”

hyein eyes lit up, “yes! order pizza.”

yn smiles happy atgt hyein doesn’t seem mad at her, for now

“oh, I gotta put in gas.” yn said letting out a groan, that’s another reason on why she hates driving, the money expense that comes along with it, she’s grateful that her dads a doctor, but what happens when she’s on her own?

“you know.” hyein starts, “if you had a partner, they would drive us around and you wouldn’t with your terrible driving.”

yn ignored that last comment.

“you know, like how aeri would drive us around.” hyein added.

“well, are you gonna find me a significant other you child?” yn asked pushing her sisters head.

“maybe.” is all the younger girl replies with.

.♡♡.

yn was at her locker when aeri came up to her in the morning a look on her face that yn couldn’t really pin point.

“yn, can I talk to you?” the girl asked, she seemed really stressed out which made yn concerned.

“yeah sure.” yn said putting her pink sweater over her tank top, the school has been so chilly lately.

“why didn’t you tell me?” aeri asks.

“what?”

“why didn’t you tell me that you liked me…” aeri trailed off and yn finally took a proper look at her, yn scared her, her eyes stopping at a familiar envelope in aeri’s hand.

this couldn’t be, no way, yn felt like she was gonna throw up, how did that get out? how did this happen what do I do ?

“where did you get that?” was the only thing that could come out of yn’s mouth, she feels herself growing lightheaded, is this what being in shock feels like ?

“I got it in the mail.”

yn let out a big sigh, “just for you to know, this is like very old, very very old.” she says taking it out of aeri’s hand, “like I barely remember what I wrote.”

I wish I could drag my hand through your hair.

yeah totally don’t remember.

I need away to get out of this situation.

“i don’t know yn, this just really threw me off, I mean miyeon breaking up with me and now me finding out that you liked-”

“I have a girlfriend.” yn cuts her off abruptly. shit, why did I say that.

“oh.”

“yeah.”

“who?”

“what?”

“who’s your girlfriend.”

that’s when she comes to yn’s vision, huh yunjin in all her glory, walking down the hallways like she owned the place.

“jennifer huh.” is the first, “huh yunjin!” the ringing of the bell fills the hallway, yn smoothly turns around, “see you later aeri, I gotta go!”

yn does something that you could never imagine someone like her doing, she runs down the hallway and practically launches her self into the taller girls arms, her feet a little above the ground, yunjin raises her brows amused, “yn? what in the-”

she doesn’t answer all the she does is kiss her.

all that goes through her mind is that she hopes aeri is watching or all of that was for nothing.

yn’s heart beats like crazy, this is so not like her, she hasn’t even kissed people like that, but all thoughts leave her mind when she realizes that she’s kissing her back, huh yunjin is kissing her back.

yn opens her eyes and pulls away and yunjin is wearing the same expression on her face that she was wearing before, amused but also confused. “thank you so much.” yn whispers, “your welcome?” yunjin replies still very much confused.

yn untangles herself from yunjins arms and sprints off to the opposite direction.

.♡♡.

yn waits outside of the girls locker room, waiting for yunjin to come out, she’s been wanting to explain this mornings incident all day, it’s the least that she can do.

yunjin was the very last person to come out, her hair was wet and she had an oversized sweater with her jersey number on it, yn couldn’t lie she looked good.

yunjin takes a look at yn and all she says is, “hey.” and doesn’t stop walking.

yn rushes to keep up with the taller girls strides, “so, about this morning.” she laughs awkwardly.

yunjin finally comes to a stop, “oh, yeah what was that about?”

“it was just…” yn trails off, “a prank, a dumb joke.”

“oh, and does it have to do with that letter that I got this morning.” yunjin says crossing her arms, leaning against the wall.

so they all did get out.

“yes, well no, actually yes.” yn stutters out.

yunjin let’s put a deep sign, “look.” she says leaning up from the wall, “I think you’re cute, in a cute dorky way, I don’t know, but me and maya just broke up so…”

yn is flabbergasted, her mouth drops in shock, huh yunjin is letting her down like this?! and what does cute in a dorky way mean? that doesn’t feel like a compliment to yn.

“I mean it’s very flattering.” yunjin continues, “that you’ve liked me for so long but… you know.”

“I do not like you.” yn says very loudly. “so you’ve got no reason to be giving me the letting you down easy thing.”

yunjin looks side to side, before leaning down to yn’s height, “so then why did you kiss me.”

yn let’s out an annoyed sigh, “i kissed you, so someone thinks I don’t like them, and that I like you even though I don’t and I do like them.” yn says like it’s the most understanding thing known.

yunjin looks at her confused.

“you see, my letters got sent out-”

“wait letters as in multiple? how many are there?”

“five-anyway the one that I actually like found out and you can see how bad that might b-”

a light frown comes upon yunjins face“who?”

yn leans back awkwardly, “that’s classified information.”

“I think I deserve to know.” yunjin says giving yn a pointed look, “or I’ll just go on thinking that you’re still obsessed with me.

“aeri uchinaga!”

yunjin furrows her eyebrows, “wait isn’t that girl dating your sister?”

“um, dated past tense.” yn coughs up, “but you can already see how bad that situation is, and I just said the first thing that came to mind and that was you.”

“so you used me to save yourself?”

“yes, exactly.” yn responded before cringing.

but all yunjin does is laugh, “I think I should add funny to cute and dorky list.”

yn glares her eyes at her.

“you know, we should keep this up.”

“what?” she can’t be serious.

“I mean, maya has been going crazy since this morning and it’s nice to see.” yunjin shrugs, “she can realize what she’s missing out on and this can also help you with your situation with aeri.”

“no, no way.” yn said turning around but yunjin grabbed her wrist and turned her back.

“come on.” she dragged out, “it’s a win win, I get show maya what she’s missing and you can do whatever you’re doing with aeri.”

yn just stared at her for a little, something like this could end very bad.

“aeri seemed to believe it this morning.”

that’s what got to yn’s head.

“I’m in.”

.♡♡.

yn sits in her bed, her head in her hands as she listens to ryujin’s voice.

“gosh, I can’t believe you jumped yunjin like a crazy woman and kissed her.” ryujin laughs through the phone, word got around to ryujin about what happened and she called yn immediately to make sure that it was true

“yes I did now shut up or I’m hanging up on you.” yn said embarrassed into the phone but all ryujin did was tease her more, is yn did what she threatened to do, hang up on her.

yn let out sigh and flopped on her back, turning her head towards her door she sees her dad peaking his head through, “I’m gonna be dropping hyein off in the morning since my hours changed and miyeons car is in the shop after you scratch it.”

yn cringed at the memory, “so, you are taking the school bus for now on, yay you!” you dad says before going back into his room.

yn looks up at the light on her ceiling, at least she doesn’t have to drive anymore.

.♡♡.

yn sees yunjin standing in the parking lot beside her car, when she comes off the bus, yunjin raises her hand at the girl, “are you seriously taking that thing everyday?”

yn scrunched her face, thing?, “yes, I am taking the school bus.” yn makes sure to add more base in her voice when she said “school bus.”, “my sisters car is at the shop and my dad can’t drop me off, so I have to take the bus.” yn says nonchalantly, “I mean it’s a win for me I don’t even like driving.”

yunjin let’s out a groan like this is the most offensive thing that someone could say to her, she opens her mouth to say something but decides against it, opting to hold grab yn’s hand and holds it as they walk in lowly muttering, “just walk and look pretty.” to yn

walk and look pretty I can do that yn thinks to herself, I think .

yn side eyes awkwardly as she puts on a smile as yunjin says hi to every person know to earth, how many people does this girl know?, but she has to act natural like her and yunjin are a thing a couple, so she keeps that smile on her face.

yn thought yunjin was done her little meet and greet but she was so wrong, her face dropped when a bunch of yunjin’s teammates come up to them this was starting to get annoying

after yunjin is done talking,yn tries to slip her hand out of yunjins grasp, but the taller girls grip tightened, “your hand is all warm and clammy.” yn hissed at the yunjin.

“I think yours are.” yunjin said through clenched teeth.

yn gave her a “the fuck” face, from what yn knows in her years of living her hands don’t get all warm, sweaty and clammy.

when they get to yn’s locker, yunjin turns yn to face her, and leans in to try and kiss her, out of panic yn raised her pointer finger and let it smush against yunjins lips.

“what the hell!” yunjin says looking at yn’s finger with a concerning amount of anger.

“sorry I panicked!.” yn says, “also don’t sneak up on me like that!, I’m not you.”

“you better lower your voice dummy.” yunjin says pointing her finger in yn’s face before looking around to see if anyone heard yn.

“don’t call me dummy.” yn says crossing her arms, “you dummy.”

yunjin rolls her eyes at yn, it’s obvious she’s annoyed with yn’s behaviour and yn’s about to lecture her how this is yunjin’s fault and not hers, until in the corner of her eyes she sees maya walking down the hallway.

“gotta go!” yn says quickly, speed walking towards the other direction.

.♡♡.

yn sits on yunjin’s desk chair watching the other girl hang up her jersey, yunjin drove yn over to her house after school since they definitely had to go over some ground rules after the fiasco that this morning was.

“I know it’s gonna be you with the ideas and rules so hit me.” yunjin says as she hangs stuff in her closet.

“okay so,” yn says clasping her hands together, “we obviously have to come up with a origin story, how about I was your first kiss-”

“you, my first kiss?” yunjin interrupts, “I think me being yours is definitely more believable.”

yn squeezes her eyes shut for a second before opening them, “I’m gonna pretend like I didn’t get offended by that and continue, so I was first kiss when we were like in middle school and ever since then ive been a thing at the back of your mind.” yn says doing a little wiggle at her idea, “sorta like she fell first and he fell harder but it’s she fell first and she fell harder.”

yunjin stares at yn for while only snapping out of her daze when yn snaps at her. “are you even listening?”

“oh yeah.” yunjin replied shaking her head, “yeah, we can go with that.”

yn clapped her hand excitedly at her idea being approved and yunjin softly smiles at yn’s big smile, “okay, now let’s get to the rules.” yn says opening her backpack and taking out a bright pink notebook.

“you’re writing this down?” yunjin asked in confusion.

“to stay organized.” yn says shrugging her shoulders, doodling little hearts on the page already. “okay, so first rule, we can’t tell anybody that this is fake.”

“duh.” yunjin says before sitting up, “we have to talk about each other like we’re in love and shit when we’re around other people and either me and you aren’t around.”

yn laughs for a second for teasingly saying, “I don’t think I had anything fond that comes to my head when I think about you.”

“you had a lot to say in your letter.” yunjin says lowly.

“I don’t even remember what I said.”

“you said you love how beautiful my big eyes are, and that I have a way of making people feel special.” yunjin said her eyes becoming soft.

yn looks up from the page, “I did didn’t I? wow you were really something back then, huh?

yunjin flinches at the word were.

yn can feel the atmosphere shift, yunjins mood not being the same, “hey, you okay?”

“I’m fine, dude.” yunjins laughs awkwardly sitting on her and pulling the chair that yn’s sitting on closer to her. “let’s get down some more rules, and then I’m gonna drive the princess home to her palace.”

.♡♡.

it’s been about a mouth since yn and yunjin had started “dating.”, and it’s been going well, people believe them, yunjin has been driving yn and hyein to school, everything thing is great.

yn blew her hair out of her face as she rolled the dough, she was making pastries for hyein’s school bake sale, and as the baker in the family it was obvious who the responsibilities of that was going to lay on.

yn dusted off her pink apron that miyeon brought back for her when aeri and her went to japan together, as she hears the doorbell go off.

yn flinches immediately when she opens the door and it reveals, huh yunjin, who bursts out laughing at the sight of yn, she had flour all over her.

“is this a makeup thing?” the athlete asks as she laughs.

yn gives her a an unamused look before she rolls her eyes, “what do you want yunjin?” yn asks as she turns away, heading back to the kitchen and leaving the door open for yunjin to close.

“to pick you up!” yunjin says raising her hands, as yn looks at her in confusion, “to the party, did you read my letter?” yunjin has been writing yn letters daily since that’s something that maya always wanted her to do but she never did.

“I was going to.” yn says defensively as she slaps yunjins hand away from the chocolate chips, “ but I got caught up with this.” she says gesturing to the island that’s filled with baking supplies.

“but you promised that you’d go to my games and parties with me.” yunjin whines leaning against the counter.

“sorry.”

“you know what.” yunjin sits up “hand me an apron, I’m helping you so this can go faster and we can go.”

“wha-”

“you’re not getting out of this one l/n.” yunjin says, “hand me an apron.”

yn sighs defeatedly and turns to get a plain pastel yellow apron from the shelf and hands it to yunjin.

“I want that one.” yunjin says pointing at the one on yn’s body, “no, this is mine.”

“you owe me for not reading my letters.”

“nope.” yn shakes her head, “this is non negotiable, I were this every time I bake it’s like my lucky charm.”

“but if I wear it I’ll be your lucky charm.”

“yeah no.” yn says before going on her tippy toes and putting the apron over yunjin’s head and tied it.

“so, why is this party so important.” yn asks as they both begin.

“it’s important because maya is gonna be there.” yunjin says nudging yn, “this will be the night where I show my girl off to everyone.”

yn tries not be affected by the words, she really does know how to make people feel special.

“you do realize you’re putting my life in danger right?” yn asks dramatically. “maya is a the most jealous person to exist on earth.” yn says as she measures.

“no she isn’t.”

“yes she is, I remember when we were like 8 and I finally got that ken doll that everyone wanted-” yn starts her rant but gets cut off.

“oh, yeah you guys were like bffs.” yunjin teases.

“I wouldn’t say bff…” yn trailed off, she opens her mouth to say something but gets cut off by the front door opening.

“I’m home.” her dad’s voice fills the house, yn looks at yunjin panicked. “oh my gosh, my dad is here.”

“what’s wrong with that?” yunjin asks confused, “because.” is all yn said with a slight whine in her voice.

yunjin throws up her hands confused, she opens her mouth to say something but gets cut off by yn’s dad’s voice.

“yn, are you making th-” he comes to halt when he sees the other party in the kitchen, someone he hasn’t seen since yn was in middle school.

“huh yunjin.” he says pointing at the girl, “look at you all grown up, yn why didn’t you tell me you were getting the gang back together.” yn cringes, “please don’t say that dad.”

“hey dr l/n.” yunjin says smiling at the man, she remembers seeing him sometimes when she and some of the other kids would wait for yn to come outside and play.

“so what are you doing here?” he asks leaning on the counter.

yunjin smirks at yn before looking at the man, “I was actually coming to pick up yn to come with me to a party.” yunjin says completely ignoring the glare from yn.

“oh, really.” he says surprised that his daughter that stays in her room all say is actually going to a party.

yn raises her hands in a motion, “but, unfortunately I can’t go since I’m doing hyein’s bake sale pastries.” yn says happy at her save.

“what, no!” her dad says sitting up, “you should go, me and hyein will finish the pastries, your mom taught be how to make the ones that you’re doing in college.” he says taking the apron off of yn and pushing her towards the stairs, “now, go upstairs and put something nice on.”

yn groans but reluctantly goes up the steps and to her room.

her dad looks at yunjin and raises a brow, “so what? is this a date or friend thing going on here?” he asks bluntly.

yunjin eyes widened at his bluntness, he didn’t seem like he cared that his daughter might be going out with a girl, it was odd and foreign to her since maya’s parents weren’t really the accepting type.

“um, it’s a date thing sir.” she says awkwardly.

“okay.” he said with a straight face, “with that, let’s get down some rules, no drinks no drugs,” he raised up both of his hands, “and no hands.”

“yes sir.”

.♡♡.

yunjin and yn stood outside the big house in front of the front door, “remember what we need to do?” yunjin asks the shorter girl.

“yes, we need to be believable.” yn says nodding, tightening her ponytail.

yn flinches when yunjin brings her hand to her hair and takes the hair tie out of the ponytail that she had it in.

yn looks at yunjin in shock, “why’d you do that?”

“you look prettier with it down.” she shrugs before opening the door and taking yn’s hand.

anxiety strikes yn when she sees the amount of people filling up the big house, this type of setting wasn’t for her and never has been, she looks up and yunjin but all the girl does is squeeze her hand in an attempt of comfort.

to make things worse, yn sees the person that she really wished yunjin was lying about coming, maya.

she’s sitting beside her best friend sora, her eyes burning into yn and yunjin, her hand clenching her drink, before whispering into sora’s ear.

yn subconsciously pushes herself closer into yunjin’s side, she flinches when she hears her name being shouted.

“yn!” sora shouts, motioning for yn to come over, yunjin pushes yn closer to the area where the girls are sitting, mouthing you got this, before walking over to her teammates.

yn shuffles over to the seats and sits beside sora, “hey…” she trails off.

sora gets straight to the point leaning closer to yn, “everyone’s dying to know what’s the story with you and jennifer.”

yn leans back into her seat uncomfortably, this somehow feels like trap for some reason, why would maya and her best friend as her to sit with them anyway?.

“whatever jen said I guess…” she trails off, playing with yunjin’s varsity jacket that she forced yn to wear.

“but we wanna hear it from you?” sora says sitting closer, “it’s always different with the other person’s pov.” she says.

yn hesitantly takes a look at maya who’s still clenching her cup, “it’s okay yn, you can talk about it, I don’t know if you know but I broke up with her.”

yn nods, “that’s what she told me.” even though she already knew from ryujin.

“so when did this start?”

“pretty recently.”

“how recent?” sora presses.

“before school started.”

maya’s eyes light up, “I think you’re relationship is adorable..” she compliments, you can tell it’s fake, “I’m gonna get another drink, do you want anything yn? milk or apple juice perhaps?” she asks with shade.

yn shifts uncomfortably with sora laughs at what maya said, “I would ask for chocolate milk, but yunjin is getting my drink so I’ll be fine.” yn say’s making sure to use the name that people only close to yunjin use.

she smiles in satisfactory when all maya does is roll her eyes and walk to the drink table.

yn gets up from her seat telling sora that she’s gonna go look for yunjin.

she finds yunjin sitting on one of the couches with her friends, yn pauses for second and thinks, what would a girlfriend do?

she walks over and plops down right in yunjin’s lap, who looks up at yn with a mixture of shock and amusement, yunjin’s friends decide to mind their business and talk amongst themselves.

“did you get my drink.” yn smile leaning into yunjin, who nods her head and picks up two drinks from the stand beside them, she hands yn her non-alcoholic drink.

yn takes a sip out of her drink and scrunches her face at the bitterness, “is it supposed to taste so bitter?” she asks adjusting herself in yunjins lap.

yunjins eyes widened and she takes the drink out of yn’s hand, “sorry that’s mine.” she laughs, swapping their drinks and taking a sip of her own.

the rest of the night was filled with yunjin and yn putting on a show of being a couple, and yn trying to hide from maya wrath which amused yunjin.

.♡♡.

yn hummed to the halloween mixtape cd that her dad gave to her from the 90s as she put on her costume.

it was every kid’s favourite day of the year a day where you get to dress up and get candy for free, halloween.

yn was dressing up as nana komatsu, from her favourite anime, she owns the manga and binged watched the show with aeri.

she’s been planning this costume since last summer and she can finally wear it, she wonders if people will recognize who she’s dressed up as, they better. she thinks to herself.

after she’s done getting ready she walks downstairs and picks up an egg tart to munch on while she waits for yunjin to pick her up.

yunjin’s running late, like always, but can yn really complain? at least she’s not driving and good thing her dad dropped hyein off at school early.

yn locks the house door and stands outside to wait for yunjin when she hears a familiar voice, “hey!”

she turns to see aeri in her costume she’s dressed up as nana osaki.

both their mouths drop, both then proceeding to laugh at the coincidence. “oh my gosh, what are the odds?” aeri says still laughing.

“I know.” yn says waking over to the fence where aeri is on the other side on, “great minds think alike.”

“absolutely.” aeri says before pointing behind her at the car in her driveway, “want a ride to school nana?”

yn shots her an apologetic look, “sorry, yunjin is picking me up.”

aeri looks down at the ground for a second before looking back up at yn, “oh, that’s fine, I was just offering.” she backs away from the fence, “see you at school yn.” she says before getting into her car an driving off.

yn let’s out a sigh to herself, that was awkward.

after a couple of minutes yunjin finally shows up.

yn opens the door and sits in the front seat, taking a quick glance at yunjin’s costume, spider man? or spider woman ?

“whoa” yunjin said taking a look at yn’s costume, “you look hot, your what’s her name from that strawberry anime right?”

yn narrows her eyes her, “it’s nana and it’s not about strawberries dummy.” yn then looks at yunjin up and down, “and you’re spider woman?”

“it’s hard to explain.” yunjin says as she turns down the radio, “I’m a girl version of peter parker.”

“basic.” yn coughs out.

“what?”

“nothing.” yn says looking out the window.

“no repeat what you just sai-”

.♡♡.

yn walks over to locker after a school held the costume award assembly, she wasn’t surprised that yunjin’s friend group won best group costume, people like them win every year.

as yn took out her books she felt a presence behind her, she knew who it was immediately.

“congrats on winning.” yn says not even looking at yunjin.

“thanks strawberry girl.” yunjin teases leaning against the locker beside yn’s.

yn opens her mouth to respond but gets cut off by a certain voice.

“hey,nana!” aeri says as she walks past yn with one of her friends.

“hey,nana!” is what yn responds with, a big smile on her face as she watches the girl walk down the hall.

yunjin looks at aeri down the hall and then back at yn before clearing her throat, “you know I don’t appreciate, my supposed to be girlfriend doing a couple costume with someone that’s not me.” yunjin says jealously reeking from her tone.

“it was coincidental.” yn says defending both herself and aeri.

“but still.” yunjin whines, “this looks bad on me.”

yn rolls her eyes at the girls antics, “what do you want me to do, quickly pop by the halloween store get an unrealistic red wig and be your mj.”

“could you do that?” yunjin asks, “cause that would be great?”

“no!” yn says, “because guess what? I worked to hard on this costume for it to be ruined by your jealousy, I didn’t spend hours on FaceTime with my sister while she was in japan in thrift stores getting me this outfit.”

it was yunjin’s turn to roll her eyes at your dramatics, “can you at least think about it.”

“yunjin!”

“what?”

“you are such a baby.” yn laughed

“I’m not, it’s just tell me that isn’t weird.” yunjin crossed her arms.

“okay, how about to make you feel better, you tag along with me to take hyein trick-or-treating and after when she goes to bed me and you can watch a movie.”

yunjin raised a brow at the offer and decided to push more, “a horror movie?” she asked smiling she knew you hated them.

you let a groan, “yes a horror movie.”

“invitation excepted.” yunjin smiled.

#lesserafim x reader #le sserafim #huh yunjin x reader #yunjin #yunjin x reader #huh yunjin #yunjin imagines #girl group imagines #yunjin fluff #yunjin angst

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‘Cause I Swear, I’d Burn This City Down to Show You the Light

Malleus Draconia x gn reader fluff

Malleus looked forward to your moments together more than anything in this world. He found himself waiting for nightfall, waiting until he could talk with you in front of Ramshackle underneath the light of the moon.

He saw you with your friends every once in a while, laughing and smiling as you all talked. He didn't know what the feeling in his chest was when he saw that. He wanted to bring you those feelings. Malleus would do anything to preserve that smile.

He didn’t know how often he made you smile. Your eyes lit up as you saw the glowing green fireflies through your window. They always preceded his appearance. And before you could blink, there he was, tall and ethereally handsome and standing in your shoddy garden yet again.

The air around you buzzed with his magic. It held the same weight as the air before a late-summer storm. You told him months ago that he was always invited to hang around your dorm and the glow of his joy hung in the air like the glow of his fireflies (were they his? You didn’t know). And so he sat cross-legged on a pillar in front of your home, holding his little egg-shaped tamagotchi in his hands.

Malleus’ head shot up as he heard the loud creak of your door as you rushed to meet him, parcel in hand. You were bounding with energy. The usual fatigue of your nighttime encounters hadn’t hit you yet.

“Hello child of man. What do you have there?” the fae prince asked, cocking his head to the side in the way he often does when confused. You find it endearing.

“Well, it’s your birthday, right? I wanted to be the first one to give you a present!” Malleus felt a pull in his chest, as if his heart was jumping out from his ribcage.

“You remembered? In all honesty, I hadn’t even noticed that the clock had already struck midnight,” he said, trying to cover up the emotion in his voice at you remembering such a small detail about him. A detail he didn’t even remember telling you.

“Lilia came up to me about a week or two ago to tell me that your birthday was today. I wanted to do something for you, so here!�� you placed the parcel in his hands.

He carefully undid the wrapping paper to see a bracelet made of shiny plastic beads and string. The beads were green, black, and purple all in an organized sequence. In the middle of the bracelet was “Tsunotarou” spelled out in silver cube-shaped beads with black lettering. Malleus’ eyes widened. He slipped it around his hand and it fit perfectly against his wrist.

“I’m sorry it’s not much. I know you’re probably used to bigger presents. It does glow in the dark, if that makes it any better,” you say, slightly embarrassed that you’re giving the prince of Briar Valley a glow-in-the-dark kandi bracelet.

He takes your hands into his. Softness leaks into his emerald eyes. He’s smiling with similar softness. You can see that he is moved to tears. Malleus experiences his senses and emotions in the strongest ways possible. He is often composed out of necessity. But he lets that mask drop around you. He lets himself be emotional and he talks about the things he loves. And in this moment, the contact of your hands on his holds an intimacy beyond description.

“This means more than you could ever imagine,” Malleus says.

“I have one, too. I had extra beads after making yours. So I made one with your nickname for me. We can match now, if you want,” you say, removing your hands from his grasp to rustle through your pants pocket and pull out your bracelet.

It is in the same colors, except now it says “child of man” in the same silver and black beads. Malleus gasps softly when he sees it, when he sees how the moonlight glints off of the plastic. He takes the bracelet from you and takes your hand again. He slips the elastic string onto your wrist with the same affection that a lover would slip an engagement ring onto the finger of their betrothed. It’s deeply emotional to a point where it feels silly. You’re both on the verge of tears over exchanging bead bracelets. He does not let go of your hand.

Wordlessly, he lifts your hand to his face, pressing his lips against the bump of your knuckle. Your breath catches in your throat.

“Thank you for this gift you’ve bestowed upon me. I will not remove it. You are kinder to me than anyone has been in centuries. I cannot thank you enough, child of man.” Fae do not often cry, but Malleus feels as if he might.

“I also have ice cream inside, if you want,” you offer, breaking him from his spell-like daze.

"Do you want me to stay? It's late," he says.

"Yes, of course I do. I got it just for you. You're always invited here," and he squeezes your hand, unaware that he's even doing so.

"In that case, it would be my pleasure," Malleus says. He is calm, yet sincere.

You walk hand-in-hand to the kitchen of Ramshackle, where a shoddy mini fridge resides on a countertop. You pull out two rectangles, white and wrapped in plastic.

"What kind of ice cream is this?" He sounds excited. You know it's his favorite food.

"It's ice cream sandwiches. They're Neapolitan, so it's vanilla, chocolate, and strawberry all together" and his excitement shows in his face, grateful as you offer him one.

You watch as he tears open the wrapper and sinks his pristinely white fangs into the chocolate cookie and ice cream. He quickly goes into another bite as you start to dig into yours. You can hear the beads on his wrist softly click against each other as his hand moves.

"So? Thoughts?" You ask, licking your lips of the remains of ice cream.

"I like it. I think the addition of all three flavors is unique. If you are more particularly interested in one flavor over the others, you can eat that one first. Or last, if you're so inclined. I prefer to eat my favorite part of a dish last, to savor it the most." You listen as he explains his ice cream preferences.

"Thank you, child of man. You have brought more joy to my life than you could ever know," and you smile. That smile that caused him to fall so hard.

"Could I request one more thing of you?" He asks.

"Yes of course, Tsunotarou," you say with that same smile.

"Could you stay by my side like this? I know about your desire to return home, but I cannot fathom a future without you." He is so tender and earnest in this request-slash-confession that you feel as if the world is just the two of you.

You have grown fond of this world. You looked at your future in your old world with a sense of looming dread. Now, that dread was finally replaced with hope. Despite everything, you were happy here. You had been planning to ask Crowley to cancel his efforts to return you home. You were going to break the news to Malleus after that, but now seemed like a better time.

“Of course I will. I was secretly hoping you’d ask. I know I miss my old world, but this world is kinder to me than that one ever was. I want to stay by your side, Malleus. I want to stay for as long as you’ll have me.” You are just as tender as he is and he perks up in joy.

“It would be an honor to have you with me. I will write home for my grandmother to set up the preparations,” he says, his smooth baritone voice filled to the brim with excitement.

“Preparations? For what?” You ask, slightly confused.

“Our arrival and the announcement of my future co-ruler of the Briar Valley.”

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