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luxsky · 6 months

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Kicking out

Rhysand x reader

Summary: Reader tries to have a peaceful day without their partner hovering with overprotection, but destiny has other plans.

Warnings: Pregnancy, mentions of body aches, Rhysand being an overly protective rooster. Ignore any biological errors; I've never been pregnant and have no background in any health-related field, so everything here is either from my imagination or a quick Google search.

Autor's Note: This is my first time posting here, and I'm anxious and very, very nervous (especially because it's the first time I've written in a long time). I don't know if I like this or not, but this idea has been lingering in my head for days. Maybe I'll do a part two, but I'm not sure. Please, I welcome any kind of feedback here! (but be careful with how you say it). I apologize if the grammar is... bad? English is not my first language, and I'm not fluent (much of this had help from AI for translation, so if something doesn't make sense or is placed incorrectly, please let me know so I can correct it).

It's the beginning of fall, all you wanted to do was sit on the expensive and cozy sofa decorating the House of Wind and read a soft and cliché romance book while sipping on a cup of hot coffee. Except, you couldn't consume caffeine for the sake of the baby growing in your belly. Still, you had the option to sit and read a book, but your large and exuberant belly prevented you from sitting comfortably for too long. Well, nothing a few pillows and a blanket couldn't solve. Okay then, you didn't have coffee or a comfortable position, but you could still read your book, right?

Well, no, you've been trying to do that since the early afternoon when you sent Rhysand to his office, asking him to work a bit in his own court instead of watching over you. In fact, he had been a mother hen since the beginning of the pregnancy, and that was just one of the excuses you gave to get rid of his overprotectiveness. But it was becoming a challenging mission to concentrate on reading. You're nearing the end of your pregnancy, which is exciting in part, with the anticipation of meeting your little one consuming you, but the discomfort of carrying a baby constantly kicking your ribs has proven quite persistent.

It's been more than five minutes since you were stuck on the same page, reading and rereading but unable to focus on the book, back pain and intermittent cramps stealing all your concentration. You were used to a slight discomfort in your back since the beginning of the second trimester, but today, in particular, it was more of a significant and noticeable discomfort. You sighed in frustration and decided that maybe eating something would help. Putting the book aside, you remove the blanket from over you and swing your legs out of the sofa, prepared for the struggle it would be to get up. Normally, Rhys would help you, but if he left the office long enough to realize something was bothering you, he would spend the rest of the day hovering over you, worried and concerned.

Breathless and almost sweating, you managed to get up. At this point, the only clothes that fit you were light fabric dresses, or what you were currently wearing: one of Rhys's sweatpants and a sweater stolen from his closet. Your partner started sharing half of his wardrobe when your beautiful, stylish, and beloved clothes no longer fit you—you cried for a whole hour after trying to put on one of your favorite pants, and Rhys almost cried too, not knowing how to comfort you.

Walking towards the kitchen, you almost laughed, remembering the various times when hormones provided you with uncontrollable tears and frightened your partner. In those moments, you felt slightly vindicated by his insistence on being present for every breath you took. It's not that you didn't love your partner and appreciate his concern; it's just that he didn't know how to balance it at certain times. As soon as you told him you were pregnant, he became an overprotective mother hen full-time, and it suffocated you a bit. Of course, you talked about it, and he promised to control himself, but if you made a different move, he was already on top of you, asking what was wrong and insisting that you needed to stay in bed.

Reaching the kitchen, you pause for a moment to catch your breath and lean your hands on your back while deciding what to eat. God, this belly was weighing more than usual. Deciding to make a big, hearty sandwich, you start gathering all the necessary ingredients from the cabinets and placing them on the counter.

You feel your partner gently pulling that thread connecting you two, and the next moment, he's entering the kitchen, a furrow between his eyebrows indicating that he's thinking, and the slight contraction in his mouth tells you he's worried. "Darling, you should be resting."

You roll your eyes and let a faint smile form on your lips as you reply, "I was resting, but then I got bored." You lean against the counter for a minute, then turn to grab a knife to cut the tomatoes. When you turn again, Rhys is in front of you, reaching out towards you and taking the knife. "If you wanted something to eat, you just had to ask." You pout at him, but he ignores it and turns to the counter, starting to cut the tomatoes. "I just wanted to do something for myself; you don't let me touch anything since you found out I'm pregnant."

You're beside him, staring at the tomatoes he cut, waiting for a response. He turns his face to you and plants a quick kiss on your forehead, grabbing the bread and saying, "Because the only thing I'll let my partner do while she's pregnant is to make this baby. That's consuming enough energy, and I don't want you to tire yourself out."

"Well, your partner may be making a baby, but she assures you she has enough energy to make her own sandwich."

He raises an eyebrow, and a shit-eating grin forms on his lips. Like she had enough energy to organize the baby's clothes last night? His voice fills your mind, the thread connecting you two vibrating with his amusement. Bastard.

I only slept because you decided to intervene and didn't let me do anything else.

"Darling, I only intervened because you were asleep." He starts putting each ingredient on the bread, and you decide to sit — not because you're tired, obviously — in front of him. You go around the counter as you respond, "Well, I don't remember... Argh." The sudden pain reverberating in your back and cramping that comes and goes cut your speech in half. Damn, you really hoped it wouldn't happen now.

Rhys is in front of you before you can even move, one hand on your belly and the other gently placed on your face, guiding your eyes to meet his. "What's wrong? Is it you? The baby? Panic fills his voice and shines in his beloved violet eyes. His mouth has that contraction again.

The only response you give is a negative nod, trying to catch your breath as the pain passes. He continues with his hands on you and doesn't seem satisfied with your non-verbal answer. I'm fine, the baby is fine. It must have been just another kick in my rib.

His right hand holds the one he placed on your face, and his lips try to form a reassuring smile, which is probably just a funny grimace at the moment. He kisses your forehead, and there's still concern on his face when he pulls away just enough to put both hands on your belly. His gaze alternates between your face and your belly; he still seems reluctant, so he asks again, "Are you sure? I can call Madja just to check, and..."

''Shh." You interrupt him, placing a finger on his lips. Your gaze softened, and now you're the one placing both hands on your partner's face, your thumb stroking his cheek." I said we're fine; it's nothing serious. The baby has been restless all day."

That seems to convince him enough because he agrees and holds your hands, bringing his face closer to yours and planting a gentle kiss on your lips. You pull away after a moment, this time with a complete smile when you playfully say, "Now, go finish my sandwich, or else this baby will start kicking for food." Rhysand laughs with your remark and turns to the counter, finishing your sandwich.

He starts putting away the ingredients again after placing the plate in front of you. "Why didn't you tell me you were in pain? We could have asked Madja for something." He finishes putting away the last ingredient and turns to you again, only the counter separating him as he watches you take the first bite of the sandwich.

"Oh God, this is so good." You ignore his statement, too focused on savoring what might be the best sandwich of your life. He accepts your lack of response with a soft laugh and turns to the cabinets to grab a glass. "Do you want some juice?" you mumble a yes, with your mouth full of the sandwich, and wait for him to fill the glass. He has his back to you while rummaging through the cabinets.

Splash.

"What kind of juice do you want, dear? Because I think we only have orange or grape, but I can ask the House to make some other flavor." He turns to you, waiting for a response, but his face transforms when he sees your expression. "What? Is something wrong?"

Oh, well, this is going to be funny. You finish swallowing the sandwich, trying to formulate a word. He stays where he is, waiting for your response, frozen. But it's your next words that make him run towards you.

"I think my water just broke."

Another pang erupts in your back, and you realize that maybe it wasn't the baby that was restless. It was contractions.

And this baby is about to kick its way out of your belly.

#acotar #rhysand #fanfic #Rhysand x reader #rhysand acotar #rhys acotar #rhys x reader #pregnancy #x reader #pregnant reader #Soft #rhysand imagine #a court of thorns and roses

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rekisgay · 1 year

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Hi hi!! May I request headcanons of Chrollo genuinely crushing for the reader? I’m curious to see how he treats them, his actions, his thoughts, etc! TYSM!

HIII YES OFC I'LL TRY MY BEST.

this is the first headcanon i ever do in my whole life so.... i hope you like it and I hope I'll get better

chrollo having a crush on you

- first thing first, he probably fell for you bc you have some special ability that impressed him and ofc the fact that you are strong and independent.

- he's not someone that care about looks, so no matter how you are if you're an entertaining person then he's yours.

- anyone could tell that he has a crush on you by the way he looks at you😭

- when you talk he looks at you with a soft smile and then he'd pat your head.

- he's sooo patient with you and will never get mad , unless you disrespect any phantom Troupe members, he cares a lot for them.

- he treats you just like other members, maybe slightly better , but i don't think you'd notice

- buys you flowers. he found out when you were out on a mission and how your eyes sparkled when you looked at them.

- when you ask why he would say that it's him being nice and nothing more , Phantom Troupe members would be like🤨🤨🤨. how didn't you notice yet.

- he would also always get you presents.

-he's gonna buy(steal💀💀) anything you want, you could look at a jacket for more than 3 seconds and the next day you'll find it in your wardrobe somehow ☺️ you will never find out it was him.

- always has a smile on his face when talking to you, he doesn't do it on purpose.

- thinks you're so attractive when fighting, he has a smirk on his face the whole time.

- he doesn't worry, after all you're strong and if he chose you then there's a reason.

- he likes listening to your voice, he thinks it's relaxing so he'll try talking to you quite often. he wanna know the things that you like and your hobbies.

i hope you liked it and if so, I'm waiting for you to request even more!

have a good day!!

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yourlocaltreesimp · 7 months

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Hi I'm a big fan and I just wanted to let you know I love your yandere headcannons I like the way you write them, I hope you don't mind me requesting for yandere headcannons of koridai, courage and platonic!wind. If you accept I can't wait to see them. (⁠*⁠＾⁠3⁠＾⁠)⁠/⁠～⁠♡. (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤

Y’all Courage and Koridai simps are on crack. I’m here for it tho. Not doing wind in this part as i’m still planning where he’ll be

Yan!Chain headcannons

Tw: Yandarism and it’s accompanies, Courage and Koridai, I traumatised them, oops, child abuse, SH, baby trapping.

Courage

His version of the guide was different- far more than the rest. You were there. He saw your reflections in the mirrors and out of the corners of his eye, he heard whispers of your voice, you were there since as long as he could remember. He used to think you where an imaginary friend, as he didn’t have many actual friends. It made sense. But you never went away. No matter how much medications he took or lashes he’d taken, you were there.

It was when he learned of who he was and what purpose he held that he learned what you were. And it didn’t take him long to start going off the edge.

His very own guide- someone to hold and keep all to himself. Someone no one else could see. Someone no one could steal. Someone that would finally stay.

When he meets with the chain he’s still got that entitlement.

This reflects in his love languages. Physical touch and Quality time, being as close to you as often as possible. You were his reward, his support, his gift to be put through what he was put through. He deserves you.

He’ll hurt himself for your attention. Im talking full out stab wounds if that’s what it takes for you to kiss it better.

Fiercely loyal. Glares down anyone that flirts with him and would even flat out insult them when you were still just a spirit in his minds eye. Now you’re real however? He can and will compare people to you.

Has a hand on you at all times. He doesn’t care if he’s getting glared daggers, he’s throwing his arm around your waist and savouring the way you flush.

On that note, i’m sorry if you’re easily flustered. Like- truly. This man is a f l i r t. He’ll learn what makes you tick and abuse the living hell out of it. Even if it’s whispering the filthiest things into your ear, he’ll do it if it gets you blushing.

He’d kidnap you. 100 %. Married and with a kid by your side so you have to stay and so everyone knows you’re his. A wife on his arm and an heir to his title, even if they needed a little… assistance to realise that’s what they wanted.

Fav nicknames for you: Dear, Babe, Babes, Sugar, Honey, Loves, starlight

Koridai

It took him a while to realise you were his old guide, purely off of the fact he was so deep into believing he hallucinated you.

But prying him off of you when he comes to is what’s more difficult.

Again with physical touch, but he has a sweet spot for words of affirmation and gift giving. (you’re really racking up sugar daddies)

Golden retriever energy to the nines. Waiting at your hand and foot, back and call in case you might need him. You did so much for him, he might as well pay you back. He’ll cater to whatever you want of him. You want him to jump, he’ll ask how high. You want him to smile he’s beaming. You want jewellery, he’ll mine the gems himself. You want him to change his clothing, he’ll let you pick out a whole new wardrobe. You want a husband, he’ll hire the officiant. You want a man dead, all he needs is a name.

Two faced as Sky and Wars. Absolute sweetheart to your face, plays dumb to be unassuming, slips passed the squabbling of the chain and next thing they know he’s gone and you’re in his universe.

Another kidnapper.

Fun???

Either way you’re leaving with him or he’s leaving with you. He’d gotten himself so hurt while you left him unattended for 5 minutes to get water, and you expect him to live without you? After how he was forced to leave you behind? After he dug you a grave?

He can cry on command, and you’re none the wiser. You’d hold him as he sobbed and sniffled as the others watched. You’d defend him and his place, and off of the lies stories he told you, it’s a wonder you saw his emotions at all.

Nicknames: Whatever makes you the most embarrassed or flustered

#linked universe #legend of zelda #linkeduniverse #yandere linked universe #linked universe x reader #link x reader #link x you #yandere linked universe x reader #x reader #yandere link x reader #lu courage #lu koridai #firreplies #fir’s library

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yelenasdiary · 1 year

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Piece of My Heart

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: This was not how Natasha thought life would pan out for her, a life without you was never in her cards.

Translations: dorogoy (sweetheart), malyshka (baby girl), zhena (wife),

AC: An idea I couldn’t get out of my head, sorry for the harsh Angst!!

"Gezz baby, you're kicking a lot today!" you spoke to your swollen stomach, a hand supporting your lower back as you finished cleaning up the mess from lunch. It wasn't ideal being cooped up in a small trailer with your wife and being on the run from the government while heavily pregnant, but you couldn't bear to do this without her. You refused to carry out the remainder of your pregnancy without Natasha holding your hand in the hospital while you both welcomed your new-born baby into this crazy world.

Natasha wasn't a fan of the idea of taking you with her, but nothing scared her more than refusing her pregnant wife. It wasn't easy going under the radar with you, but it worked, and the trailer seemed to do just fine for the meantime. In fact, Natasha was short of grateful for being able to have you all to herself. It gave her a chance to prepare herself for a whole new world, parenthood. She loved walking around the surroundings with you, waking up to you beside her, talking nonsense to your stomach while you twirled with her hair, making future plans with you, making promises with you, just simply being with you before her second love would steal her heart.

"I bet you miss mama already huh?" you rubbed your stomach softly as you made yourself comfortable on the bed again. Your due date was 3 days ago, and you were well over being pregnant, you just wanted to meet your little love already. "She'll be back shortly and hopefully with that ice cream and banana milkshake" you smiled softly before letting your eyes close for a moment, still rubbing your stomach to sooth their kicking. "God I hope she's back soon, that milkshake would be really nice, wouldn't it" you chuckled lightly before letting yourself drift into a slumber.

Natasha returned, quietly entering the trailer in hopes not to wake you if you were asleep. She placed the ice-cream and milkshake on the table before your calls for her made her smile.

"Hi darling, I got yo-"

"My water broke, don't freak out but I need you to get so-"

"What?! Baby, are you okay?! Let's get you to the hospital!" Natasha stressed rushing to the small wardrobe to collect some belongings. "Natalia, honey, look at me" you spoke, your words going in one ear and out the other. "Natasha!" you raised your voice causing her to stop her actions, "we're not going to the hospital, I'll be damned if I let us get arrested while I'm in labour! I need you to listen to me"

"But dorogoy, I don't ca-"

"NATASHA! PLEASE!" you screamed in pain before throwing your head back on to the pillow, "I need you to get some warm water and some towels, right now, please" you looked at her with begging eyes. Natasha nodded and rushed into the kitchen while you started doing your breathing exercises that you learned in the early states of your pregnancy, Natasha has never wished for help more than right now. Your screams echoed through the trailer, her heart skipping beats knowing she'd be meeting her son or daughter today and she didn't care if she was caught while you were in labor, she just wanted you in the hands of professionals.

She returned with the face of any mother who was about to meet their baby, she gently and slowly pulled your sweatpants pants off and threw them into a wash basket for later. "Baby, how long ago did your water break?!" Natasha looked up at you with a slightly frown, "45 minutes ago! YOU TOOK SO LONG TO GET BACK!" Your voice got louder as another contraction ripped through your body, your fists gripping the bed covers as Natasha tried her best not to freak out.

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Hours past full of screams and cries of pain, Natasha kept you cool with cold towels while holding your hand any chance she got. "Okay, malyshka, I think it's time to push, I can see their head" Natasha looked up between your legs, finally it was time. You took a moment to remember everything you'd learnt over the course of your pregnancy, nodding to Natasha when you were ready to push.

"Are you ready?" you asked her before doing anything else, "I'm not pushing this baby out if you're not ready Natalia, I need you to bed ready, please, are y-"

"Hey, listen to me dorogoy, I'm ready" she interrupted with a soft smile, "I'm more than ready to meet our beautiful baby, I'm ready to quit and give you both the life we talk about. I'm ready my love, more than ready" she assured you; tears filled your eyes from so many mixed emotions. Your wife has never looked more beautiful to you than right now, ready to take this new chapter of life with you. "I'm going to push now" tears rolled down your cheeks as you smiled softly at her.

Natasha braced herself with the towels and warm water as you began to push, your screams getting louder and all she wanted to do was hold you. Breathing with you and wiping the sweat from your forehead but instead she had her eyes glued to the exact moment your baby would enter the world kicking and screaming.

"Oh baby, they're beautiful" Natasha looked up at you, "just one more big push" she added, her eyes full of true love. You pushed, one last time, your scream faded out from the screaming cries of your new-born baby, you let out a big sigh of relief and watched in tears as Natasha cut the cord and wrapped her gently in a towel. "Look mommy, meet your daughter" Natasha smiled, tears of her own streaming down her face as she gently handed you the new baby girl.

"She's beautiful" you sobbed with joy the moment your eyes landed on her. Nat kissed your temple and wiped your sweat with a clean towel, "you did so well my love, look what we did, she's here" she kissed your lips softly before you both looked down at your daughter in awe. "Baby, can you please take her? I feel a bit dizzy" you tiredly looked at your wife. You knew something was wrong, but you didn't want to worry Natasha, you gently placed a soft kiss on your daughter's head as Natasha carefully took her into her arms.

"Let's get you both cleaned up" Natasha smiled as she wrapped another clean towel from the pile beside you, she dipped the towel into some warm water and began to gently wipe your daughter's face. You watched for a moment, taking in the sight of your wife and daughter with a faint smile, "I love you so much, Natalia" you spoke weakly. Natasha turned with your daughter in her arms to see your eyes closed. "Y/n, dorogoy, d-don't sleep just yet" she gently placed your daughter in the stolen bassinet she found weeks ago.

It was only then Natasha noticed the pool of blood coming from you that something was wrong. She rushed to you, grabbing all the towels she could to stop the bleeding, every towel soaked with the color red. "Baby, come on, please wake up, please!" she begged, your daughter started crying as you lay there with a faint smile still on your lips, it was too late.

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The cold silence filled the trailer, Natasha sat outside on a chair by the door, tears endless streaming down her face as your daughter slept peacefully in her arms. Mason emerged from the tears, confused on Natasha's desperate 911 page to him. "T-take her" her eyes looked up at him, the life sucked right out of them. He didn't ask any questions, he didn't say a word, he took her sleeping daughter in his arms. "Don't come in, just, I don't care, just don't" she mumbled as she opened the door to the trailer, again, Mason didn't say a word.

Natasha closed the door and locked it, her eyes traveling up the short hall to the bedroom where you lay. She grabbed all the left over clean towels and brokenly walked into the bedroom where she respectfully cleaned you from the blood and put your favorite pair of her sweatpants on before she sat beside you, pulling your lifeless body closer to her.

"My beautiful zhena" she gently brushed your hair back, "I'm so sorry, I should've just taken you to the hospital" she hated how cold you felt, "I love you so much my love, you're my life, my reason to wake up, my everything" her voice broke as more tears poured down her cheeks like a waterfall, falling onto your cold skin as she kissed your forehead.

She laid with you until she knew it was time to let Mason take your body for her, bury you in a place she could visit you once all this was over. "Where do you want me to take her?" Mason asked as he handed your daughter back to her. "Bury her under the oak tree at the lake by the compound. I want her to face the water, don't leave anything behind and don't say a word to anybody. Play her favourite song and bury her with this" Natasha explained, her tears not stopping as she hands Mason a baby tee that said, "mommy gives the best hugs".

Mason nodded and Natasha slowly walked away from the trailer while Mason carefully carried your body back to his chopper. She refused to watch, refused to let your daughter see her mother be taken away like this, "I'm so sorry angel" Natasha placed a kiss on her daughter's forehead as she rocked her gently.

"Are you going to be okay?" Mason asked quietly. Natasha shook her head, "I'll wire you the money when I can" She changed the topic, "no, not for this. Maybe I should stick around, make sure you're okay" the man suggested having never seen Natasha in this state, it worried him. "No, I don't need you to stay here, I need you to bury my wife because I can't. I need you to make sure she's safe and home because I'm here with our daughter who doesn't even know her mother died. Please, I just need you to do this for me, don't come back here, we won't be here" Natasha's tone was stern. Mason knew better then to argue.

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A week passed by quickly but for Natasha it felt like not a day had passed. She didn't enter the bedroom anymore, the door remained closed, and she made herself comfortable on the small, uncomfortable sofa the trailer had. Your daughter, still waiting to be named kept Natasha from sleeping more than 3 hours. Natasha did everything she had too with what little she had. She wasn't one for praying but she prayed every night that she could return to the compound to be with you, she needed help and help was only a knock on the door.

"Wanda? Wh-what are you doing here?" Natasha answered the door with a frown, "you haven't answered any pages or messages. You look like hell" Wanda joked but Natasha didn't react, "What are you doing here?" she asked sternly.

"Natasha, we're free. You're and Y/n are no longer wanted"

Natasha's eyes flickered at the mention of your name making Wanda frown, "what's happened?" Wanda took in the state Natasha was in. Dark circles around her eyes, her stained tee and sweats quickly worried Wanda, "Nat" she spoke softly. Natasha shook her head as the tears streamed down her cheeks once again, her knees weakening as she watched Wanda come to the realization. "No" the witch shook her head as tears welled at her eyes; Natasha just nodded slowly as her endless stream of tears spoke more words than she could.

Wanda instantly pulled Natasha in for a hug, the widow wishing it was your arms wrapped around her as she broke down in her friend's arms. "You should've called, Nat" Wanda rubbed her back trying to keep strong for the redhead. It wasn't until a moment later that the cries of a new-born came from the inside of the trailer. Wanda looked up, her heart breaking even more as Natasha gently pulled away and made her way inside the trailer.

The cries of you baby girl broke Wanda's heart as she stepped inside the trailer, Natasha turned around slowly holding her daughter carefully in her arms as she looked up at Wanda. "I can't do this" Natasha spoke so softly that Wanda almost didn't hear her, she didn't stay still for another second before Wanda found herself gently scooping the baby from her friend's arms, "make her stop, please" Natasha's begging eyes filled with grief screamed at Wanda.

"She cries all the time, she doesn't sleep more than 3 or 4 hours, and I don-"

"It's okay" Wanda stopped the redhead from finishing her sentence, "I've got her" she smiled softly as her eyes took in the features of your week-old daughter filling the room with silence when Wanda started to gently rock her in her arms. "She's beautiful, Nat" Wanda commented, her tears slowly streaming down her cheeks.

"Mhm" Natasha mumbled, "I take it you got here by jet?" she asked ignoring the loving look on Wanda's face.

"Yeah, Clint's waiting" Wanda's eyes never leaving the now sleeping baby in her arms.

"Take her back to the others. Just take whatever you need, I don't care"

Wanda looked up at Natasha, "Nat, you're coming with us" she gently placed the little girl in her bassinet before looking back at Natasha. "I know you're hurting" she spoke as she walked over to her friend and fellow Avenger before placing her hand on top of Natasha's, "you need time, I understand. Let us help you, let us be there for you and that beautiful little girl you have. Don't shut yourself off now Natasha, not after how hard you've worked to let yourself come this far. Y/n would tell you the same thing, you know that" Wanda continued.

"I don't want to hear it, I don't' want to go back to the compound and hear how loved and valued Y/n was, I don't want to hear how they made everybody feel some kind of way or how their smile lit up the entire room because I know. I know, okay? I know that they had the power to make everybody around them seem special, I know they had this way about them that made you forget the shit we see! I don't want to hear how sorry everybody is that I lost them, I can't do it!"

"Then don't, we'll go home and give you the space you need. I'll look after your baby girl in the meantime, but you have to promise me one thing" Wanda looked deeply into Natasha's eyes and saw a lost soul, a lover waiting for her lover to return.

"What?" Natasha sighed.

"You talk to me, you let me in. You know Y/n would never let you slip. Nat, they were my best friend, you are my best friend and they made me promise that if anything ever happened to them that I would take care of you, they made Clint promise the same thing which is why we're here. If anybody is going to get you come back with us it'll be them" Wanda smiled so softly it was almost faint, "come home Nat".

"They are my home Wanda" Natasha sobbed, letting herself crash into Wanda gripping onto her like her life depended on it. "I know" Wanda whispered as she comforted her friend, "I know" she repeated.

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"How's the mini widow this morning?" Tony smiled softly at the sleeping baby in the pusher as Wanda shushed him for being too loud, "I just got her to sleep, if you wake her, you deal with her" she warned in a whisper.

"Alright, what about big wi-…how's Nat?" he asked in the same lowered tone as Wanda, his joke not at all seeming funny to call Natasha a widow at this time.

"She won't even look at her let alone acknowledge her. It's been three weeks since they came home and mini widow is a month old, she needs a name before she actually gets used to mini widow"

"Want me to have a chat with her?" Tony offered.

Wanda shook her head lightly, "and push her further down the hole? I don't think so" she joked, "watch the baby, I'm going to try and get her to eat something" she added before patting him on the shoulder. "Hey, I have things to do!" Tony tried to stop Wanda from leaving, "you wake her, don't come crying to me Stark!" Wanda replied as she made her way to Natasha's room.

If Natasha wasn't in her room, she was either in the gym or by the place Mason buried you. Everybody was warned by Wanda not to hover around her or remind her of the wonderful person you were, for that, Natasha already knew how wonderful you were. She only spoke to Clint and Wanda and a few words to the others, but it was tiring for her to try and show any form of emotion. Clint was the one who was able to get her into the gym again, letting her take out her anger and hurt on a punching bag.

"I already ate but thank you" Natasha spoke softly to Wanda while she dried her soaked hair with a towel. "Beat me to it today" Wanda placed the breakfast roll on Natasha's desk, "So, how do you feel about seeing mini widow today?" she asked while watching Natasha grab her hair brush from the end of her bed.

"Wands I ca-"

"Natasha, she needs you. You're her mother, she doesn't us, she wants you" she interrupted her.

"Wanda! I can't!" Natasha snapped, "I can't look at her and not see Y/n! I can't look at her and not think about Y/n and how we were supposed to raise her together! The moment I saw her she reminded me so much of Y/n and the only moment I want to remember is the short 15 seconds I had with them both. Now please, stop asking me every day if I want to see her because I can't do it" Natasha's eyes filled with tears, "I miss her so much, I'm just not ready to let her go" she added.

"You're not letting her go, Nat. Y/n is always going to be a part of your life, they are going to live through you, through me, through the others and that beautiful angel downstairs. I know it's hard, I can't imagine the thoughts you are having but that little girl has lost her mother and if you think I'm going to let her lose her other mother, you must think I am stupid. So, I'm going to ask you every damn day if you want to see her because she is your daughter and I'd do the exact same thing if it were Y/n in your shoes right now" Wanda's tone was stern but meant care. Natasha was being stubborn, and Wanda knew you'd never allow her to continue to slip into the dark hold grief can hold over somebody.

"We're going for a walk around the compound today, if you want to join us, you're welcome too" Wanda added before leaving the room. Her heart racing, worried Natasha would have her throat for overstepping the line but instead she left the room leaving Natasha to fall to her knees in tears. She begged you to help her find the strength to be there for your daughter, to help her push through that heart ache whenever she laid eyes on her, to help her be the best mother she could. She needed you.

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Natasha walked into the compound's kitchen with shaky hands as she looked at Clint. It had been another week since Wanda made Natasha realize she needed to gather the strength to be there for her daughter. "Where's Wanda?" she asked softly, Clint looked up from his newspaper almost a little too proudly to see his best friend asking for Wanda. "She took mini-Widow for their morning walk" he smiled softly. It was the only information Natasha needed as she made her way outside and saw Wanda pushing the stroller slowly.

"Soon enough you'll be able to run around here, you're growing so quickly little miss" Wanda coo'd as Natasha approached them slowly. Her heart wasn't racing, nor were her hands shaking anymore. With every step she took closer to the stroller and Wanda she felt at ease, a presence she could only hope was you.

"Wands" she spoke making Wanda turn to face her, "do you want to hold her?" she asked. Natasha nodded and watched as Wanda carefully scooped the mini widow from the stroller and handed her to Natasha. Tears instantly filled her eyes when she looked down at her daughter, "Hi my little angel" Natasha whispered before placing a kiss on her forehead. "I'll be inside if you need anything, okay?" Wanda rubbed Nat's back before walking away.

"You're so beautiful, you look just like your mommy" tears fell onto the tiny girl's tee as Natasha carefully started to walk around with her in her arms, rocking slightly. "Look how big you've gotten, my strong girl" she coo'd, "I'm so sorry mama needed a moment but I promise I'm never going to leave you again. I hear you've got a little nickname" she smiled softly.

Natasha returned to the building a little over an hour after walking around the compound's property with her daughter. Cries for food alerted Wanda as Natasha gently knocked on her door.

"Uh, I'm not sure what to feed her but I think she's hungry"

"I know that cry anytime" Wanda smiled softly, "I've got bottles of milk in the fridge, I'll show you" she added.

Wanda showed Natasha what to do with her bottles and how to make them, how warm to have them and a general run down on every detail of the still unnamed baby.

"Thank you, Wanda, I mean it. Being there for her and giving love when I couldn't, I needed that talk" Natasha looked up at Wanda while she fed her daughter for the first time since being back. "I know, you don't have to thank me. I'm her aunty Wanda, she loves me" Wanda scrunched her nose with a smile, "but you really need to name her because I don't think Y/n would love her getting used to mini widow" she added. Natasha chuckled lightly, careful not to disturb her feeding daughter.

"I was thinking. Y/n and I spoke about names a lot but never settled on anything and with everything, I think" she paused and took a moment to look at her little girl before looking back at Wanda, "Y/n Wanda Romanoff. After the two most important women in her life" she added with tears.

Wanda couldn't help but smile, "little Y/n, it's beautiful Nat. Now we just got to hope that little miss Y/n here doesn't get her mama's stubbornness" she joked. "I'm making no promises, at the end of the day, she is a Romanoff" Natasha playfully raised a brow.

"You never scared me Natasha, but Y/n did and she's part Y/n and part you plus she has the Avengers as her family, that's a lot scarier than you" Wanda chuckled. In that moment, Natasha knew that even though a piece of her heart died with you, nothing in the world mattered more than the little girl you brought into this world. With the love and support Natasha had surrounding her, she knew you left her in good hands and your voice would always run through her mind whenever she needed you.

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #fanfiction #marvel #black widow

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MASTERS OF THE UNIVERSE: An Insufferably Queer Film Review

I rewatched MASTERS OF THE UNIVERSE (1987) for the first time since it came out last night and WOW I have some thots about this thing. We enjoyed roasting the living shit out of it but there's a few gold nuggets in there despite the brutal budget cuts that impacted the plot and what not.

Contains plenty of spoilers.

God bless Wardrobe

OK so … the film doesn't bother to set up any real motivations for the characters, and He-Man (an incredible looking Dolph Lundgren rrrowrrrr) has almost no dialogue which is such a fucking waste. But this complete lack of narrative framework means we can apply OUR OWN explanations to events.

From the very beginning Skeletor has this obsession with He-Man, which will simmer and then culminate in a final showdown. But before we get to that hot mess, we have to wade through the middle of the film.

He gets as much screen time as He-Man.

Meet the utterly repulsive dwarf scientist Gwildor played by Billy Barty, a rinse-and-repeat of his performance as an utterly repulsive magic troll in Legend (1986). This dwarf is the film's Jar Jar. His face is like a deep dish pizza after an acid attack. His real mouth is visible behind the immobile thick prosthetics and it makes for some truly disturbing close-up dialogue shots. Please, pan away from Pizza the Hutt and give us another shot of Lundgren's pecs please I am begging you, DP

We find ourselves in Gwildor's hobbit hole, and he's a magical inventor. So he has this cylindrical object, it's not clear whether it's a weapon or a teleporter but I'm calling it the Butt-Reamer 9000. Inexplicably, there are two of these things and Skeletor has the other one, and wants to collect both of them. So Skeletor has an excuse to go hunting He-Man as he's hunting his missing McGuffin, er I mean sex toy.

Features rotating ticklers, a big improvement over the Butt Reamer 8000.

The thing about the Butt-Reamer 9000 is its magical power to make even this promising setup devolve into a grind as it whisks the Eternians into the magical, enchanting world of a 1987 New Jersey parking lot. WHO WROTE THIS?

The entire middle of the movie is pretty much hot garbage and involves police detectives, arson, vandalism, high school prom, and other dumb bullshit. Aside from the distractingly naked He-Man, the good guys are an utter bore and include some Eternians, some regular Earth humans and their quotidian concerns which really brings down the fun of the movie. (No, baby Courtney Cox, I don't care about your imminent breakup with your mediocre boyfriend!)

The film owes a second mortgage to Star Wars and steals a lot of ideas from it, from bad guys in shiny black stormtrooper helmets, to heroes shooting blue lasers, baddies shooting red.

Let's turn from this depressing state of affairs and focus back on our cherished villain blorbos.

(L-R: Karg, Evil-Lyn our goddess, and Blade.)

Evil-Lyn is beautiful, evil, a cold bitch queen. Gurl you can do so much better than sticking with this loser Skeletor.

Dump! Him! He's gay anyway!

Skeletor is a shit lazy boss of Greyskull and makes Evil-Lyn run the goddamn place in general. He literally shoots the messenger at one point. Great for morale, there, Skel buddy.

Look closer. Fierce!

There's a number of budget rate henchmen on the job, including Karg, who used a whole can of aqua net this morning and is running around in a white fur capelet with a massive bouffant. He is just doing his best okay, really it's hard to look fabulous around these other bitches.

Blade definitely deserved more screen time

Also, Blade, who had a slutty costume of silvery scale maille or something, and was a bit like a sci-fi bondage Riff Raff / space Judas Priest. Best side character costume.

So, there we have it, the queer coded villain roster of the film.

This homemade collage is for sure taped inside Skeletor's locker at school

Note the gigantic brown eye.

Finally, thank Satan, we return to Castle Greyskull, though it's more like beige-and-brown-skull. But aside from the questionable use of faux marble finishes, this is a quality villain lair with hard points installed directly in the floor of the living room, convenient death pits, and an excellent throne setup that I'm pretty sure they recycled for The Fifth Element.

He-Man is captured alive and brought before Skeletor. Blade does the honors with a 15 foot glowing red bullwhip to He-Man's naked and oiled back, much to the delight of dyed-in-the-wool sadist Evil-Lyn.

Movie is getting good now. Was the side quest to Jersey really necessary?

Skeletor, though, watches this action from the throne and has a lot of interesting responses. We had to conclude that Skeletor is a big old bottom but won't admit it. As a dom he is utterly ineffective. He's trying to make He-man kneel and all this shit but He-Man is not submissive at all. Skeletor is … lol. He really just wants to smell He-Man's dick.

The depths (heh) of his bottom nature will become apparent shortly. But first, a costume change.

Skeletor's glow up --- i'm every woman.

Honey we know you're just trying to impress He-man.

Werk tho.

Indiana Jones and the Temple of Hole

The gigantic sky-sphincter directly behind the throne has slid open wide… "Begin! The Goatse Ritual! Join me, He-Man, as I become LORD OF THE GAPE" But He-Man's phallic symbol shines bright in defiance. In the end, Skeletor is vanquished symbolically by his own nature and instead of his hole swallowing He-Man, a gaping hole swallows Skeletor instead.

They don't really explain what happened to Evil-Lyn after He-Man's inevitable victory in final man to man combat but she was too smart to get caught sleeping in there and must have survived. What a hot evil competent BABE. After the events of the film end, I vote that Evil-Lyn seduces Teela (the good guy solder lady) and has a hot toxic lesbian affair with her.

Evil-Lyn serves cunt in hell 4 evar

Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk.

Want some more?

Nice fanart

Another breakdown on Buzzfeed if you enjoyed mine this is even more gay headcanon

The movie is free on Tubi if you want to subject yourself to it.

ArmoredSuperHeavy, 19 Aug 2023

#motu #he man #skeletor #evil lyn #movies #movie review #80s movies #camp #queer coded villains

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adder24 · 9 months

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Star Truck

Pairing: Nolan X Reader (Fluff) Authors Note: I was asked by @dilfbatch if I could do some Nolan x Reader fluff, where in the reader has had a tough day at work and Nolan has planned a whole date night in order to make you feel better. I hope this has hit the spot for you. Also star Truck is kinda a play on words....as it's like "Star struck" but not.

Summary: You have had a rough day at work, you come home stressed out and exhausted, so to help you unwind, Nolan has planned a date night for you and it's not the usual date night of going out for a meal, this one is a little more special

Tagging: @captkatecastle @alwayscaskett810 @superlc529 @dailynathanfillions @happiness-in-the-dark @my-happy-corner @untilthe12ofnever @the-boneyard-rider @nuggsmumreads @dilfbatch @nikki-rook @moviesaremylife @idiotdotdotdot @plantbitchthings @izhunny

And whoever else

Story below the cut

The end of the day couldn’t come soon enough. Work was a nightmare, you were rushed off your feet trying to keep everyone satisfied while you did a juggling act with your sanity. It was hot, the air con was struggling to keep up and you had felt stuffy all day. To top it all off the drive home was filled with people not knowing how to drive and you had several near misses before pulling into the driveway. Near misses by people not observing the road or doing whatever they felt like doing.

So it was a great relief when you get into the house, kick off your shoes and flopped onto the couch, staring up at the ceiling while you enjoyed listening to the bird song outside. Something that you could only enjoy for ten minutes before you heard the sound of a pick up truck rumbling up to the driveway.

You let out a sigh, although you weren't really upset, you just knew that sound indicated Nolan was home. Usually you would get up and greet him with a cuddle but today you were too mentally drained to want to move from the couch and you knew Nolan would pick up on that. You heard the lock in the door turn, the classic boot kicking the door open and then a pause, probably wondering where his hug was before you heard him then put his bag down and make his way into the front room, where he saw you laying flat out on the couch.

“One of them days?” He asked softly, a gentle smile on his lips

“Oh yes…One of them days but I am sure officer Nolan has some stories to tell to make me feel less shitty” You grumble, knowing his life in the force was a little more tougher than your average job.

“Not today, I mean usually I would share a story or two to make you smile but I can tell you’re done." He replied.

He went to the end of the sofa where you were resting your head, got to his knees and gently planted a tender kiss on your forehead. It got a small smile out of you as you gazed up at him, finding yourself getting lost in those blue eyes, feeling a small wave of calm wash over you. For a brief moment at least, before you saw a small playful smile creep onto his lips.

"Oh that's not good. That smile signals danger, you're up to something and I don't know if I'm going to like it" You say, not really feeling like going out and socialising.

"Me and you are having a date night, you've not stopped all week and I think it's only fair you get to at least relax for one night" He says proudly, ignoring your grumblings "Go get changed, get into your comfy clothes, I don't care if its jogging bottoms and a hoodie you stole from my wardrobe, so long as you're comfortable, that's all that matters to me." He says happily.

“You don’t want me dressed up?” You ask confused

“Nope, I want you to be comfortable. You don’t need to worry about food or entertainment tonight, it’s all sorted” Nolan says with a big smile on his lips.

“Okay now I am curious” You say excitedly

“You’re gonna love it. Now go get changed.” He orders before stealing a kiss.

You get up off the couch and quickly make your way to the bedroom. You take off your warm work clothes and grab some comfortable linen shorts, a black baggy t-shirt of your favourite band and a zip up hoodie that you stole from his wardrobe, like he said. You emerge a little happier and alot more comfortable. You then pull on your trainers and follow Nolan to his truck, a Blue F150. Big comfortable and a massive truck bed on the back, which you often used to do a spot of stargazing from, if you can call it that. He gets the door for you, waiting for you to climb in before he then gets into the driver's side, starts the engine and rolls out of the drive.

You drive for an hour, Nolan telling you a few stories from his shift today while you listen to some music from his playlist, a curious blend of all kinds of music styles that are going and it often makes you chuckle how it could go from a pop song to a heavy metal song in seconds. You then notice the change in scenery from the tall skyscrapers of the city to the luscious green mountains and crystal clear lakes. He then pulls into a parking lot near the lake and follows a road onto one of the quiet lake beaches. Once the tyres hit sand, he finds a spot, turns the truck round so the truck bed faces the lake and parks the truck.

“Wait here” He says as he gets out.

He goes round to the back, unclips the cover on the truck bed and puts it into the back of the cab. He then gets into the truck bed and does some moving around before he then comes round to your side, opens your door and holds out his hand

“Would you like to follow me madam?” He asks, a glowing big smile on his lips as you take his hand.

You follow him round to the back of the pickup and find that inside the truck bed is a mattress adorned with blankets and pillows, a cooler with drinks and food inside, a couple of portable speakers and a tablet to watch a movie on. You gasp a little, impressed by the fact he had planned all this for your date night together.

“Nolan….this is amazing” You say softly

“No need to thank me, go get comfortable, relax and unwind sweetheart” Nolan says as he kisses you softly

You didn’t need him to tell you twice. You climbed in and got yourself comfortable on the makeshift bed while he started getting out the food and drink. It was all food that you would have at a picnic, cold pizza slices, chicken wings cooked in a Barbecue sauce, potato salad, pasta, the lot. He knew what you liked, so made sure there was plenty of it and he also managed to get a few cans of soft drink that you enjoyed. He had pretty much thought of everything, he even had some battery operated fairy lights along the sides of the truck bed, ready for when the night crept in.

“Get stuck in honey, I brought some paper plates along to save on washing up” He says as he starts piling up the food.

You join him, giggling when you both pretend to fight over the last chicken wing before he lets you have it. It may have only been finger food but it tasted amazing and was well needed after the horrendous day you went through.

"So what's for dessert?" You ask him as you lick sauce off your fingers

"Fruit, copious amounts of chocolate sauce and some marshmallows, just in case you want to burn some later" Nolan replied as he handed you a wipe

You take the wipe and kiss him tenderly on the lips, feeling him gently wrap his arms around you, pulling you close as you spend a moment in a passionate embrace, getting lost in his warmth. Eventually you pause for breath, he gently nuzzles your neck, giggling a little to himself.

"Feel like a teenager again" He says as he kisses your cheek before sitting up."Can I give your shoulders a massage? Help ease that tension away" He offers

“With those magic hands? You most definitely can Officer” You purr as he moves behind you, letting you sit between his legs as he gently places his hands on your shoulders and gets to work, his magic hands pressing and rubbing your tense muscles, causing you to groan happily, your tense shoulders now feeling more relaxed and you end up leaning back into his chest, his hands still working on those muscles.

“Magic hands” You purr, eyes closed as you enjoy his touch, listening to the little chuckle that comes out of his mouth.

You are that relaxed by his massage that you naturally drift into a nap, you’re not sure how long you have been out but by the time you come round, you notice the sun is beginning to set and you can hear Nolan watching something on the tablet.

“Hey sleepy head, guessing the massage worked a treat” He says playfully as you stretch a little.

“Worked wonders…thank you. Looks like the stars will be out soon” You reply as you pull a blanket over you, getting yourself comfortable and warm

“Yeah they will be. You fancy some fruit while we wait?” he asks

“Sure but just so you know…I will be equally covering it in chocolate sauce so it balances out” You respond happily.

“Oh no no no, let me do all that for you, you’re here to relax and unwind and I’m more than happy to supply you with chocolate covered fruit” Was Nolans response as he started to load up some chocolate onto some pineapple fingers.

He was a gentleman, there was no taking that away from him but at times you wondered what it was you did, to deserve someone like him. He knew how to treat you, how to make you smile and knew exactly what to do to lift your spirits, tonight being the perfect example and you didn’t complain too much when he, on occasion, fed you some fruit.

Eventually as the night descended and the stars emerged, you and Nolan find yourselves laying on the mattress looking up at the stars and noting how much more visible they were when you were away from the city, you also point out constellations and spot shooting stars while enjoying the serenity of the quiet location. He did have a movie lined up to watch but it seemed a shame to ruin the peacefulness of the lake and so you both opted to finish off the fruit and burn some marshmallows on a makeshift campfire.

It was the perfect date night in your eyes, enjoyable, relaxing and spent with good company, you couldn’t have asked for more. You were both reluctant to pack up and go home but you still had jobs to go to in the morning and you hoped it would be a better day tomorrow at least. You pack everything away, put the cover back on and get back in the truck to endure the drive home, one that you knew you weren't going to stay awake for and nor did Nolan. He put on some soothing music for you and before you knew it, you was out like a light, asleep the whole journey home.

When you come round, you can feel yourself being carried. You open your eyes and smile, knowing the strong arms carrying you into the house, belonged to Nolan, a man that seemed to just get you, made you feel comfortable and loved. A perfect end to a perfect night.

#Nolan x Reader #Johnathan Nolan #Nolan #The Rookie #John Nolan #Nathan Fillion #Officer Nolan #Fluff #Reader Fluff

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Today on I Reread Effloresce And Had What If Pov Thoughts: RHYSAND. Like what is going on in this dude's head? Seriously. In the little snipit we get of his pov it sounds like Hyburn is his biggest concern but that derails into a desperate need to one-up the Archerons SO damn fast. His oh so ~well~ thought out plan gets blown to smithereens instantly and his control freak self is PANICKING while also trying to maintain his whole calm cool casual facade. Will he ever admit how badly he misjudged the whole situation in the human lands? No. Does he even care? Probably also no. All that really matters by this point is that Feyre's sisters keep upsetting her and THAT can't stand.

Added to all this other plan breaking bullshit, Cassian starts following around after the angry loud one like a lovesick puppy and he's not 100% sure what's going on with Az but Something is.

And of course Lucien FUCKING Vanserra.

I'm willing to bet that Rhys's suggestion of going to get shithead papa Archeron is based on just how much Nesta and Elain seem to hate him.(And then Az shuts that down with "I will fucking KILL HIM")

Then the wardrobe of dead birds happens and he thinks for like half a second that he should feel bad about that but then Nesta is shouting at Feyre and he can't have THAT. (Then the sweet polite sister grabs the knife from Cass's boot. Oh yeah, she did STAB Az didn't she)

He looks forward to seeing Nesta put in her place by a bunch of misogynistic Illirian assholes but instead the entire legion is ride-or-die for team Archeron practically from the moment their feet hit the ground. How the HELL did they mange THAT? (it's called respect and basic decency. Try it sometime)

(and then Mor gets there just in time for Az to start noticeably losing his shit.)

(I also noticed that there was a line where Rhys bit back a snarl because even after all this time it would make Feyre uncomfortable. Meanwhile Lucien just has no qualms about being absolutely undeniably Faery in from of Nesta and Elain and they give exactly zero shits about it.)

Oh man, Rhys. Rhysie Rhysie Rhys slowly but surely showing more and more psycho.

So, the thing is, Hybern IS the top priority. However- and I think this is just like, so pivotal to Rhysands character as a whole- it has to be fighting Hybern his way. He has a year to tell the other lords shit, and he doesn't. He steals, he lies, he puts civilians in danger.

And why? Well, because that's the story he's telling.

Textually, observably we have Rhys, arrogant misogynistic selfish fuck face that he is, and then we have Rhys, the battered but unbroken noble underdog fighting against odds for the Good of All tragic hero man- this is the story he tells himself. It's the one he makes sure Feyre believes. It falls apart against all his actions, but that doesn't matter to him.

The humans don't want to talk to him? Of course he's going to find a back way in. Feyre's human sisters might die? Well, one less thing to take her away. Humans might die? Sure, Rhys feels bad, but not enough not to weigh the cost favorably.

Then he actually gets there.

And they're so... Unbiddable. Hostile. They've upset Feyre, they've written blood magic all across their land, and Rhys might appreciate cleverness but this is just more than he wants to deal with.

And Lucien. Sidebar: what I think is hilariously never talked about is. Well. Lucien actually is all the things Rhysand romantically imagines himself to be. He is ACTUALLY the lost heir, the disinherited son, the noble prince. He actually did stand against Amarantha for his friends. He's drinking respect women juice by the gallon while actually being charming and powerful. I cannot imagine this doesn't lie cardinal to the reason why Rhys is so disdainful towards him.

Lucien is easy to write off by himself. (Because Rhys fucking hates him). Nesta Archeron sets everybody's teeth on edge. Elain keeps smiling. They're all the worst and every one of them is important to Feyre and thus, a threat to Rhys. Anything that could hurt her is, he won't allow her to be hurt.

Cassian is acting like an idiot but Cassian is an idiot about women. Azriel is all Azriel but what else is new? Rhys will deal with it.

(Rhys will not deal with it. Rhys does not believe for a second how serious this all is. Rhys is, frankly, already bored. Maybe he'll find Feyre's father. It'll make her happy, and someone else can wrangle the others.)

They're merchants- of course they're merchants, grasping little mortals- they have a contract? Well, if they want to play with magic so badly, Rhys will help them.

(Rhys does not understand what Azriel finds so compelling, much less Cassian. Illyrians do not brook with disloyalty- even the mention is enough for shame. They won't betray him. They won't, but it's still enough to annoy)

Cassian's bleeding heart has always been a problem. Azriels moods. Honor. What honor did they ever learn, starving in the freezing mud, Rhys thinks. These humans want to wade into waters that will only drown them- Feyre will be so much safer, no ties left to mortality- of course Illyrians, backwards, difficult Illyrians, side with these misbegotten nightmare women. Let them be crushed by it, let one rebellious legion die, Rhys doesn't care either way.

He's pissed, but he's also letting things play out hoping it just implodes an entire situation he doesn't want to deal with.

He's also not actually totally in the loop. Cassian's POV makes Azriel really distinct because they are so, so close, but Rhys, for a lot of reasons, doesn't have the same understanding. He knows Azriel went off the rails when his mother and sister died, but so did, you know, half the mountains. He refuses to even entertain how personal it was beyond maternal feelings.

Things get worse and Rhys gets worse because this is not how it was supposed to go. What the hell is it about these Archerons?

#by where we are in the story Rhys would like to squash them like bugs and get back to business #Rhys eyeing shadows with teeth and lighting every fire place: this is FINE and will pass #also Rhys: of course its the Illyrians OF COURSE -#Rhys is so desperately trying to stay in character you're so right #FUCKING Lucien goddamn VANSERRA #Rhys is really out here like: right now Cas? torrid love affair Right NOW?#while Cassian is like struggling with identity and casting off the chains of repression #not to mention basically shouting to the skies he is MARRIED #without ever verbally you know. asking. one sided is fine. he's fine. he braided her hair (he'll never touch another woman again) he's FINE #Azriel carting around beloved bones is going to be the final straw #CLAW CHOKER #(Az can be a lil sexy a lil slutty and a tragic widow)#ps can I just say your summarizing is delightful!#effloresce meta

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Hello! I really liked your giving/leaving hickeys headcannon! What about collecting/keeping s/o's underwear/stockings/gloves for mtp boys? Thank you and please take care of yourself! Have a wonderful day! <3

Thank you for the request! Have a wonderful day too! :) <3

'•.¸♡ keepsake ♡¸.•'

Mtp x gn!reader

Mostly fluffy but there are mentions of nsfw!!! So be cautious

Feat. William, Louis, Albert, Sherlock, John, Charles.

William James Moriarty:

Ok so like he keeps or collects any peice of clothing which you leave either on accident or you don't notice it has gone missing.

Mostly your stockings go missing usually never to be seen again.

What does he do with them? You may be asking, well no one knows the answer to that and no one ever will.

He keeps them when he feels lonely and wants something which reminds him of you and also like he finds it almost humours that you're going home without any stockings on.

Also he's a theif at heart, stealing not only the lives of many and your clothes but also your love.

Louis James Moriarty:

His s/o probably left their gloves or something at his place and he say it one day and kept them to be more close to them yk.

Idk why that's the only thing I said in 3rd person but oh well.

Like he doesn't know if he should give them back or like tell you, but if you say that you can't find those gloves or something similar then he would awkwardly say he found them and he ment to give them back but it completely slipped his mind.

But yeah like he wouldn't do it on purpose just on accident kinda.

Albert James Moriarty:

This little rascal would probably take your underwear and tease you about it.

For example, the two of you were having a quicky somewhere outside of the house and when you were getting dressed he would steal your underwear either to tease you or as 'punishment' for something you did earlier.

He would later either forget about it or would keep it for good measure.

If you tried to take it back then there would be more ✨️teasing✨️.

I'm using that word too much.

Sherlock Holmes:

Maybe he keeps a pair of their s/o's underwear just to tease them but other than that I don't really see him keep anything of their's really yk.

Or like you left something in his apartment so to speak, and it stayed there forever ot until he moves out which is unlikely tbh.

John H. Watson:

He's not the type to collect or keep anything of his s/o's, if they leave something then he will tell them and give it to them.

Therefore I'm gonna say random stuff to fool you into thinking I actually put some thought behind this >:)

I'm listening to the phantom of opera rn cuz it's an amazing film, my favourite ones are the 2004 and 1989 I think Christine was great in that movie, I think Christine is great in both the movies tbh.

I also watched the 1925 one, it was a silent film which I definitely finished, but they did Erik so dirty in that one, like he had no mask, and in the 1989 version Erik literally killed someone with his face 💀 I wish I was joking I love that movie so much. But if you want to listen to some great music then I recommend the 2004 one but if you rather see rats and a random rat man then the 1989 one, it's amazing.

Enough about my rant, enjoy the rest of the fic! :)

Charles Augustus Milverton:

He collects your whole wardrobe in a weird pervert way

Like everytime he's over he steals an item of clothing from you, but only one so you don't notice (unless it's like a pair the he steals the pair but that's beside the point)

He has a special drawer for all your things.

༺♡༻ 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 ⋆ 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 ༺♡༻

Sorry I got lazy again, pls ignore the John part but honestly I could write so much about the phantom of the opera like that shit is a fucking master piece and wanna get the book.

#mtp x you #sherlock holmes mtp #mtp x reader #mtp william #mtp louis #mtp albert #mtp sherlock #william james moriarty #louis james moriarty #albert james moriarty #ynm sherlock #john h watson #charles augustus milverton #yuukoku no moriarty #moriarty the patriot

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illussy · 2 years

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Hello! Can I request La squadra (separately) with an S/o coming back from a mission early and seeing that their partner isn't back yet so they decide to sneak in and wear their clothes out of curiosity or comort. And they come back to see their S/o wearing something of theirs in the open. Just some cute fluff stuff if that's okay 😋

a/n: omg im so sorry this took so long D: i misunderstood this request at first and i thought it was about LS using the clothes of their partner and then getting caught dfjdfjkj i had to do it all over again damn djfdjf but i had so much fun doing this!!!! thank you for requesting n.n i'm sorry if i got too carried away with the spicy hehe

as always♡ feel free to request something else if this is not of your likings!!

Warnings: afab reader, sliiight nsfw and sexual connotations, and i think that's all??

Risotto

Not exactly surprised. He already knew that sometime in the future you would be either asking him directly or rummaging secretly into his wardrobe to steal a particular garment.

Either if you did it out of curiosity or to feel him closer, it doesn't really matter. It was really cute to see you struggling with the belts and complex patterns.

Walking near you, he grabbed you from behind, cold hands on your exposed waist, to look at you in the mirror. Retouching the strips of the jacket so it could cover more of your chest cavity, you felt him pressing into your back as his hands started roaming your body.

"Keep it. Black looks so much better on you~"

Biting his lower lip, Risotto gave you a kiss on the top of your head before pulling apart and heading off the room, leaving you dumbfounded and blushing.

Prosciutto

"I- uh… thought you were in the shower.."

Flustered and heavily blushing from seeing you in nothing but undergarments and his jacket suit, Prosciutto hesitates between going in or closing the door to give you privacy.

Won't admit the effect it provoked on him just from seeing you like that, he's keeping a stern face the whole day. He just…never knew you could look so hot in his working attire.

After confessing it's something you've been used to doing very often when he's not home, gets kinda mad and lectures you about how wrong it is to root around in someone else's stuff.

Offers to buy you a matching set similar to his for your size so you two could match and you also won't have to go through his wardrobe (without permission) again.

Definitely ask you to use that outfit more often, especially when you're going out for dinner or having a special night in your shared bedroom.

Pesci

Stuttering, he tried to form a coherent sentence without looking directly at your body, but just couldn't help the way his jumpsuit hugged your attributes so well.

If you make a scene of taking it off infront of him, he'll quickly step in to stop you, but won't make any physical moves to do so.

If you decide to make a show out of it and model a little bit, however, he'll be stiff with a red face the whole time. Don't get him wrong, he's really enjoying it, it just makes him so nervous to see you like that. If he does get over the embarrassment, occasional comments about your new look will be heard from him.

In the next few days you'll notice that Pesci is leaving more of his similar outfits at your reach if you wish to try them on too. Don't forget to show him though!!

Illuso

Every time you asked to try on one of his outfits he always denied you. He is so picky about his own stuff and wants nobody touching on them. Not because you could ruin them or something, he knows you'd take care of it, Illuso's just really vain about it.

However, as soon as he sees you with his usual set, he's melting. You look so hot in it he gets kinda jealous at the mere thought of you stealing the spotlight in HIS outfit.

Won't explicitly say you look better in it, but will make a few comments from time to time. Poor guy he's just having cognitive dissonance he doesn't even know how to properly react.

Takes it off of you slowly with a smug smirk on his face the whole time, remarking that you'd look hotter without it. Whether you believe this or not it's up to you, yet you can be sure that he's gonna make you have a great time if you let him.

Formaggio

Whistling and howling like a dog in heat.

"Fuck babe have your tits ever looked so fine like this?"

Complimenting every single part of your body like he's seeing it for the first time. Man is going completely feral.

Most probably has a noticeable bulge and is not even ashamed about it. If you make a comment regarding it, he'd just blush and smirk, stating it's not his fault you're just so hot.

Wants to try on your clothes too so you two could be matching like a cliché couple, and also suggests taking pictures of it, even though it's more of Maggi touching and grabbing everything he can reach than actually taking a good selfie.

Won't be able to concentrate for the rest of the day and if the capo reprimands him for that, he'll blame it on you. God forbids him if you decide to do it on a busy day, as much as he tries, probably won't get over the chastising he'll receive.

Sets a day in the month to make an outfit swap so you two could make your everyday life with the clothes of your partner. He insists on changing undergarments too no matter how much you could refuse.

Melone

"Oh?"

Smirking the whole time. Does double takes between your chest and your eyes and is not subtle about it at all.

Caress your waist and let his hands roam all over your thighs and hips. Tries to be smug and steady about it but upon close you notice he's slightly shaking, as if trying to hold back the excitement.

He'll try to initiate something by giving you bedroom eyes, so you might have to stop him before he gets the wrong idea. He'll be pouty but can be satisfied with just a kiss.

Suggest the idea to dance while dressed the same, you get to choose the song and rhythm. He says he really wants to have an intimate moment as a couple but also really wants to see your body moving in the tight outfit.

Whatever you choose to do, Melone is happy with simply having you by his side, and he also will get over it, but the image of your features will be engraved on his mind for quite a long time.

(Truly thinks going out in a matching outfit it's so romantic nonetheless).

Ghiaccio

His brain malfunctions and he's paralyzed with eyes wide open as if you just went nuts and he got to witness that moment.

Realizes he's staring after a few seconds and gets so embarrassed but also can't hold back the gaze because holy shit those pants look so good on you.

Tries to mask all that horniness with anger, returning his face into his usual scowl and starts yelling about how you're there meddling with things that aren't yours when you could potentially break something, damage it or mess it up, but you notice he's kinda struggling to complete a full phrase without stuttering or faltering or just keeps silent for a little bit to gulp. It's almost awkward to see.

If you tease him he'll gonna deny it into oblivion and state that you're being dumb and don't know what you're talking about, and it's also stupid to dress up as your partner.

Rambles about not having time for your silly games and has more important things to do than to watch you get dressed, but then doesn't leave the room at all and acts like he's suddenly reorganizing the closet, occasionally looking at your way.

You'd either have to leave the place first or play along long enough for him to finally break.

Sorbet and Gelato

Sorbet has a habit of knocking before entering so it's most likely he wouldn't find you in a compromised position, yet if he really has to go in, he'll probably enter right away without much warning but leaves really quick.

In this case though, he does a double take with brows furrowed 'cause he's not sure he's seeing it right. Once getting enough confirmation, he just simply nods with a reversed smile as an approbation. Sorbet really doesn't think much of it. It'd be different however, if you insisted on him to stay with you a little longer.

Gelato pretty much enjoys invading other people's privacy, not because he enjoys watching them, he just likes to catch them on awkward moments so he can laugh to himself later on. And you're most likely not an exception.

As soon as he sees you with his jacket on, a mischievous smirk appears on his face, as he closes the door behind and gets closer to you. If the sounds are loud enough, it'll get Sorbet to come in to see what's going on and hopefully join.

If they both caught you together… oh boy…you can be certain that you're not getting out of that room for the whole day or at least until you learn your little "punishment" they insist you deserve. Not that you would complain much about it either;)

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princesssarisa · 1 year

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Character ask: Aslan (The Chronicles of Narnia)

Favorite thing about them: His infinite love and kindness. When he's first introduced, he seems like a remote, faintly frightening, awe-inspiring deity, but gradually he reveals himself as a truly generous-hearted figure, as he shows warm affection to his devoted followers, romps and plays with Susan and Lucy like a kitten in The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, and sheds tears of compassion for human grief (at King Caspian's death in The Silver Chair and at Digory's grief for his dying mother in The Magician's Nephew). Like his human incarnation, Jesus, he lets himself be tortured and killed as a self-sacrifice, but where Jesus did it for the whole human race, Aslan does it to save just one boy, which further reinforces the depth of his love for all creatures. And he rewards all good deeds done in the name of another god as through they were done for himself.

Least favorite thing about them: The harsher side of his character. The side of him that claws Aravis's back as punishment for leaving a slave girl to be flogged in The Horse and His Boy, and that speaks of the many people he has "swallowed up" in The Silver Chair. Since he's a deity of justice as well as kindness, it's only natural that he has a punishing, fear-inspiring side, but for a person who doesn't care for that style of religion, it's still slightly uncomfortable. I'm glad he leans much more toward love and compassion, though; in the hands of an author more fundamentalist than Lewis, it might not have been so.

Three things I have in common with them:

*I'm loving and compassionate, or at least I try to be.

*I'm sometimes more comfortable interacting with children than with adults.

*I'm serious when I need to be, but I can be energetic and playful too (as when Aslan joyfully romps with Susan and Lucy after his resurrection).

Three things I don't have in common with them:

*I've never created a world.

*I've never sacrificed my life and then been resurrected.

*I'm not Jesus Christ in an animal form.

Favorite line:

From The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe, when he explains his resurrection to Susan and Lucy:

"It means that though the Witch knew the Deep Magic, there is a magic deeper still which she did not know. Her knowledge goes back only to the dawn of Time. But if she could have looked a little further back, into the stillness and the darkness before Time dawned, she would have read there a different incantation. She would have known that when a willing victim who had committed no treachery was killed in a traitor's stead, the Table would crack and Death itself would start working backwards."

From The Voyage of the Dawn Treader, his allusion to his earthly identity as Jesus:

"I am [in the human world too]. But there I have another name. You must learn to know me by that name. This was the very reason why you were brought to Narnia, that by knowing me here for a little, you may know me better there."

From The Magician's Nephew, the words that complete his creation of Narnia:

"Narnia, Narnia, Narnia, awake. Love. Think. Speak. Be walking trees. Be talking beasts. Be divine waters."

From the same book, foreshadowing the events of The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe, after Digory confesses that he brought Jadis into Narnia:

"You see, friends, that before the new, clean world I gave you is seven hours old, a force of evil has already entered it; waked and brought hither by this son of Adam. But do not be cast down. Evil will come of that evil, but it is still a long way off, and I will see to it that the worst falls upon myself. In the meantime, let us take such order that for many hundred years yet this shall be a merry land in a merry world. And as Adam's race has done the harm, Adam's race shall help to heal it."

His speech to Digory about the latter's temptation to steal a magic apple to heal his mother:

Understand, then, that it would have healed her; but not to your joy or hers. The day would have come when both you and she would have looked back and said it would have been better to die in that illness... That is what would have happened, child, with a stolen apple. It is not what will happen now. What I give you now will bring joy. It will not, in your world, give endless life, but it will heal. Go. Pluck her an apple from the Tree."

His thinly veiled foretelling of the atomic bomb and the rise of HItler:

"It is not certain that some wicked one of your race will not find out a secret as evil as the Deplorable Word and use it to destroy all living things. And soon, very soon, before you are an old man and an old woman, great nations in your world will be ruled by tyrants who care no more for joy and justice and mercy than the Empress Jadis. Let your world beware."

And at the end of The Last Battle, when he reveals to Lucy and co. that they died on earth and will now live in his paradise forever:

"The term is over: the holidays have begun. The dream is ended: this is the morning."

brOTP: The Friends of Narnia (Digory Kirke, Polly Plummer, the Pevensie siblings, Eustace Scrubb, and Jill Pole).

OTP: None.

nOTP: Jadis the White Witch.

Random headcanon: All-knowing though he seems, he isn't completely omniscient: his father the Emperor Beyond the Sea (i.e. God) is the only real omniscient being. So when Aslan trades his life for Edmund's in The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe, he doesn't know for certain that he'll be resurrected. This explains his sadness as he goes to his fate, and why he "can give no promise" that he'll take part in the battle afterwards. He knows about the prophecy that an innocent victim killed in a traitor's stead will be resurrected, but he doesn't know fore sure if it's true or not, because it had never been put to the test before. (The 1988 BBC adaptation makes this explicit.)

Unpopular opinion: I don't blame him for Susan's being left behind when her whole family dies in the train crash in The Last Battle. Unless you think he controls everything that happens either in the real world or in Narnia (which might fit with some people's beliefs, but not with mine), there's no evidence that he causes the train crash or arranges for Susan not to be on the train. To me, it seems likely that the crash would have happened no matter what; Aslan simply brings his Friends to Narnia at the moment of their deaths, to witness its end and then pass into the paradise of Real Narnia. The reason why they were all together in the first place was to try to use the magic rings from The Magician's Nephew to send Eustace and Jill back to Narnia, so Susan's rejection of Narnia was the reason why she wasn't with them. Therefore, her survival while her family dies is just a consequence of her loss of faith, not a punishment for it. And I do believe that when she eventually dies, Aslan will bring her to join her family in his country – Lewis implied as much in a letter in 1960.

Song I associate with them: None to speak of. I hope that someday The Magician's Nephew finally gets a screen adaptation, so we can actually hear a version of the magical wordless song Aslan sings to bring Narnia into being.

Favorite picture of them:

This classic illustration by Pauline Baynes, even if it does get Lucy's hair color wrong:

This illustration by Ruth Korch:

These illustrations by Deborah Maze. Aslan with Peter:

And with Lucy:

From the 1979 animated version of The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe (my introduction to Narnia), his first meeting with the Pevensie siblings (minus Edmund) and the Beavers:

From the 1988 BBC miniseries of The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe, with the Pevensie siblings:

From the poster for the 2005 Disney/Walden Media film of The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe:

#character ask #the chronicles of narnia #aslan #c.s. lewis #ask game #fictional characters #tw: violence #tw: death

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countessofravenclaw · 1 year

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Prompt 11 for León and Simón?

Cousins are shit-talking their family members during a family event

Wohoooo! Someone who is a fan of my Simon x Leon cousin hcs!

"Hey, Simon!" Simon turned around when he heard his name called. His cousin Leon Vargas was standing next to where they were sitting, "These seats taken?"

It was beautiful midday at Cancun beach, a perfect day for a wedding. Well, that was the reason they were there. Simon's brother Julio was getting married, a day that Simon thought he would never get to see, but here they still were.

"No, all yours," Simon gestured to the seats next to him, "Where is Violetta."

"Wardrobe malfunction," Leon shook his head, "She'll be here soon. It gotta say, I am surprised to see you. I thought you'd be a groomsman."

"I was asked, don't worry. We haven't fallen out or anything," Simon chuckled, "But, I can't saddle Ambar with Ivory the whole day." Simon bounced his knee where the one-year-old Ivory was happily sitting on.

"So this is Ivory," Leon held his hand out to her, "Hello miss. Might I say, you look lovely in pink."

"Takes after her mother," Simon smiled toward Ambar who was sitting on his right and fanning herself with a fan. A month before the wedding they had found out that Ambar was in fact four weeks along on her second pregnancy. She had had couple cases of severe morning sickness. Simon had told her that she didn't need to come to the wedding but she had insisted. They had a room in the same hotel as the reception was being held so she could up and rest of necessary and Simon would be taking care of Ivory.

"Another summer, another Alvarez wedding," Leon sighed, "It feels like yesterday when you got married."

"Trust me, sometimes it does. Sometimes It feels like I had had my girls all my life."

"Simon is convinced that this one will also be a girl," Ambar said gesturing to her stomach.

"By the way, congratulations.! Leon exclaimed. The news had been shared with Simon's close family two weeks before the wedding so accidental reveals would not happen, even if Ambar was not yet showing.

"I'm here, I am not late am I?" Violetta Castillo suddenly ran up to them and sat next to Leon.

"Just in time."

"Good. I had to go with the backup shoes." Violetta shook her head and them nodded her head toward Simon and Ambar. "Oh hi Simon, Ambar. And this must be Ivory.

"We are gonna need make sure she doesn't steal the show," Simon laughed, "Otherwise the bride will hate us." Ivory way to small to have been part of the wedding party. Valeria was going to be the flower girl and her little brother Garen was the ring bearer. Julio's bride, Lina, didn't have any children in her family.

"Just don't let Aunt Mariella close to her." Leon remarked.

"Don't worry, I won't."

"She is the worst."

"I know. We didn't invite her to our wedding. I though I'd never need to see her again."

"Who are you talking about?" Violetta questioned.

"She is a cousin of our mother's," Leon explained, "A full nightmare."

"She's Julio's godmother." Simon continued, "She basically believes that is you are not a lawyer or a doctor, you are basically unemployed. This is especially the case with the entertainment industry. We better not let it slip what we're all doing."

"She hates pop musicians," Leon rolled his eyes.

"If I need to talk to her today, I will just keep repeating that Ambar's a lawyer and that my friend is a high-ranking engineer at the Castillo corporations and their daughter is our god-daughter. Maybe that should make her forget to ask what is my job." Simon explained.

"Good idea," Leon laughed, "I have Castillo's daughter here, so Vilu can serve as the distraction."

"Leon! I don't know anything about engineering, that won't work." Violetta gave Leon the murder glare. "You know I shudder to think of the day the whole company is mine, you know, once Dad dies."

You are welcome! Girl Dad Simon and Leonetta and Simbar interactions in one story.

#Ask!#Drapple #Thanks you!#Soy Luna #Violetta #soy luna fanfiction #Violetta fanfiction #Crossover #Violetta x Soy Luna #Simbar #Leonetta

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haleigh-sloth · 2 years

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uraraka bakugou and todoroki for the ask game, if three characters isn't too much ><

Ahh I did Ochacko already here!

I can do two I think:

Shouto:

favorite thing about them: His rude speech lol. It doesn't show much in the English translations but seeing other people show in their translations how he technically isn't very respectful when he talks to adults is pretty funny.

least favorite thing about them: Don't have one. I lub him.

favorite line: When he said he wants to have a bowl of hot udon with his big bro <3.

brOTP: Don't have one for him and his classmates but, him and Touya. I need to see their brotherhood happen already. Lol.

OTP: I'm not attached to any ship with him. TodoMomo is cute but at the end of the day I'm mostly indifferent to any ship with him.

nOTP: All of them really. I'm just very indifferent and don't care to see romantic content with him and anyone.

random headcanon: Once Touya gets a new wardrobe at home Shouto is gonna steal and wear his clothes without asking. It's gonna piss Touya off.

unpopular opinion: I don't have one honestly? I think the only *maybe* unpopular opinion is in regards to Touya and saying that I think he needs to return to his family and have a real relationship with Shouto, live with him under the same roof, etc.

song i associate with them: Don't have one, I'm sorry!

favorite picture of them: loooove this one

Bakugo:

favorite thing about them: His awareness and his ability to connect the dots on things. During the whole UA traitor plot, the solo-Deku arc when he figured that AM and Deku were out together and that it was going poorly, when AM had crossed out the fourth OFA user's name and quirk and figured it meant possible bad news for Deku.

least favorite thing about them: Hmm, he's not very likable for the entire first half of the series for me tbh. I mean I LIKE him because I knew where his character was going, but he was not a likable person. Idk, I'd say his explosive anger. He could chill out a bit (still kinda blaming Aoyama after finding out what happened....like, chill).

favorite line: don't have one, haven't paid that much attention to him to get one

brOTP: I've enjoyed watching him and Midoriya get over their hurdles. Their relationship was one of my main investments when I first got into the series. Also, this picture just screams sibling energy:

So I mean, BakuDeku brOTP. Just not romantically.

OTP: Listen....I have one. And it's the person I think may actually be Bakugo's endgame (couple wise, since.....everyone will likely get paired off, it's just how it is). But I will not say it until closer to the end of the series. I am so sorry but this will die with me unless it becomes canon LOL. It's a girl btw.

nOTP: Aside from the one I have in mind, I don't really like any Bakugo ships at all. So I guess all of them.

random headcanon: At the end, he and Tomura's personalities are gonna clash and they're gonna piss each other off a lot. Like....I can just see it so clearly, and Midoriya is in the middle like ಠ_ಠ

unpopular opinion: He is not an innocent angel who did no wrong, nor is he the devil who deserves no mercy. There doesn't seem to be any in-between for him in the fandom. Also, imo his redemption arc has been well-done. The way he was Put Through It™️ over and over again as a result of his god awful behavior and the way it slowly led to him chilling the fuck out, I think it all tied together nicely!

song i associate with them: Eh, none. I don't think about him that much (he's one of my top favs but still)

favorite picture of them: this one where he has the same look my dogs do when they spot a squirrel WAY out of their reach

#ask game #bnha asks #anonymous #todoroki shouto #bakugo katsuki

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knockknockchicagopd · 3 years

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❛ A WORTHY WIFE ❜

❚❙ REQUEST BY @supervalcsi: Time for some requesting if you don't mind! I have to tell you I really love your prompt list, I may have to steal that 😂 Okay, so to the request, you know I love angst, the best, so please can I get angst prompt 13 with Hank? I know it will be amazing, you are always amazing!! Thank you, love!!! 💕❤💓💗💖

❚❙ PROMPT: “I think there's someone else in the house”.

❚❙ HANK VOIGHT MASTERLIST.

❚❙ WORDS: about 900.

❚❙ A/N: this writing hasn’t been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I’m sorry about that. If you find a description about body or a word out of place, or something that it makes you feel uncomfortable / unrepresented, let me know by a private message and I will change it delighted.

❚❙ GIF credits: to the author.

❚❙ Tag list: @melblacc @rebelwrites @skyofficialxx @sesamepancakes. If you want to be added to my tag list, send me a message.

You aren't precisely a light sleeper person. When you fall asleep, you fall asleep. But if your husband isn't in the house, your senses are awake the whole time. Being with a cop like Hank has made you trust your hearing more than your sight. And you know exactly the sound his steps do.

Tossing the blankets away, before making your bed as if no one were sleeping there, you grab the Walther P-99 your husband always has under his pillow. Carrying your phone in your free hand, you stick your head out of the door carefully, finding some shadows touring the lower floor. On your tiptoes, you walk quietly to Justin's room, hiding inside his wardrobe. Putting your phone on silent, you fastly text Hank.

“I think there's someone else in the house”.

It doesn't take him more than two seconds to read it, being disconcerted of you being awake.

“Two men, I think they have come by the back door”.

You're not scared at all. You know how to defend yourself and you're not going to doubt shooting whoever dares to stand in front of you. Taking the gun off safety, you lock your phone again putting the screen down to not warn them with the illumination from it, in case Hank texts you. Even so, you're aware that he has called the closest patrol to your house and that he's already coming.

Sitting on the floor and dragging your body till your back touches the wall, pointing at the door in case that you need to shoot. You can hear the wooden steps creaking slightly, as one of the men goes upstairs, probably thinking that you continue peacefully sleeping. They know you are there. They have seen your car parked in front of the house. But they're too stupid for breaking into Hank Voight's residence.

The thief is now in the adjoining room, your room. And you can hear him cursing and pushing something made of glass to the floor, causing a great noise. And instantly below, the second man follows the other's path.

“Where is she?”

“I don't know, but we have to find her”.

Gulping, now you're aware that they are there for a clear purpose. You can't help but breath faster, agitated, securing your fingers around the gun as soon as you feel them somewhat trembling. The men tour every room, hearing them even running the shower curtains, trying to not lose more time than necessary.

But after a second of silence, the wardrobe door is suddenly opened, slamming the closest wall. You act by inertia, pulling the trigger and shooting the man who tries to grab you from your t-shirt. The howl of pain he utters, as he falls down, echoes the room claiming for the other's attention. Getting up faster than ever, you run away dodging a furtive hand that appears from the gloom of the hallway, going to the lower floor to reach the main door.

Outside of the house, the patrol and Hank's car followed by Antonio's and Ruzek's stop dead to rescue you. Your legs move quicklier when your eyes laid on your husband and the worrying on his face. He covers you with his arms to put you safe inside his SUV, being escorted by the cops in uniform. Putting the gun over the seat, you place yourself in the middle of the car to see through the front window Hank, Antonio and Adam coming into your house and turning the lights on.

Three minutes later, the neighborhood is swarming with police and your husband is literally kicking one of the men out of your house. He rolls down the stairs from the porch, before Antonio drags the one you have shot. Once both are lying on the grass being handcuffed, Hank squats close to them.

“Fuck with me is one thing… but try to hurt my wife… I hope you enjoy your time in prison, because if you come out one day, you will do it as a dead body”.

Your husband can't help but kick their faces, before spitting to the ground, driven by the rage of thinking that something could have happened to you.

“Get'em out of my fucking property!”

Stepping out of the big SUV, you run to Hank when he's close enough of your position. And you don't care who is looking at you, jumping onto his arms and wrapping his waist with both legs. Till now you were feeling the adrenaline and the braveness racing through your veins, but when his arms welcome you, the panic and the anguish take control of your mind and body.

“It's okay, baby… It's okay… Talk to me, are you hurt, uh? Did they touch you?”

Shaking your head with tears traveling down your face, your husband spreads kisses all around he can.

“You did a brave thing, you hear me? You're the bravest, my love”.

Sobbing and trying to contain the shakes that hit your anatomy, you sink your face into the gap between his neck and his shoulder.

“I'm proud of you… I'm so proud of you”.

Comforting you as he rests a hand on your head pressed at him, Hank uses the other to caress your back with all the tenderness only you inspire him.

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peculiarscriptures51 · 2 years

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The one where they only have each other Pt.3 (KTH)

"No babies yet?" demanded Hope's grandmother.

Hope's eyes widen at her grandmother's sudden question, watching as her aged, wrinkled ebony fingers delicately tilted the steaming tea pot. A soothing herbal tea spilled from it's spout.

"Nana, Taehyung and I want to take our time with that..." she muttered bashfully, blushing profusely.

The older woman smiles fondly at her grand-child. "You ought to give the man a baby, Hopie. He done saved up his life's earnings to put y'all on that lil' plantation. He's still the talk of the town because of it."

By now it had been a year since that fateful night, when he asked her to spend the rest of her life with him. And what a pleasant year it was. The land he bought was only just that, and now they'd made it a home... A home everyone was insisting they start to fill up with little ones.

Hope stares down into her tea cup, the chair across her groaning as her grandmother's weight sinks onto it. All her furniture was old, older than Hope, at least. She refused to get rid of it, Hope didn't pry at her to. Especially not after her grandfather passed a few months back...

"We don't wanna rush things, is all." Hope defended. Taehyung was more than excited about having kids. He had dreamed of it his whole life, wanted nothing more than to be a loving and devoted father. It made Hope's heart warm, hearing him ramble mindlessly about the future and what they'd make of it together. He was eager, but not forceful. The daily papers had been publishing articles about this 'new' discovery called 'postpartum depression' and it was such a terrible thing in his eyes. He didn't want to put his wife through that.

Hope knew he cared if he would go to such lengths to educate himself on it. She'd even found a couple hidden baby books tucked away in his wardrobe. Somehow he keeps accumulating more, thinking he was slipping them past her.

Annais, Hope's grandmother, tuts softly, shaking her head. "Don't start with that, gal. Nana knows best."

Hope chuckles, "We're waiting until we're ready." She responded simply.

Annais hums, "Your granddaddy wanted to see 'em. Your babies..." Hope's gaze sinks back into her tea cup, she lifts it to her lips before gently blowing along the surface. It tasted strong, but that was always how Nana liked her tea. "And I want to, too. Lord knows how long it'll be before I'm gone-"

"Nana...!" Hope couldn't bear such words. Her grandmother was the only family she had left. She shouldn't speak of death so casually. Of course, Hope wasn't delirious. She knew Nana was getting old and people don't live forever. Hope was getting worried, especially since she's living alone now. Without Pop to accompany her...

Hope's eyes sting at the thought. She blinks the hot tears back, taking another generous sip of her tea. Taehyung was understanding, especially after Pop passed. If Hope was too caught up with work to check up on her Nana, he'd take it upon himself to see if she was alright. The older woman had always been fond of him since his boyhood. Once, when he visited her on his own she threatened to steal him from Hope after the two had spent a long night of conversation and catching up - Hope had to come fetch her husband at two in the morning, and the two were still talking. He treasured Nana, too.

"It's true, child. We can't deny it."

"Don't talk like that, Nana," Hope dismissed with a firm shake of her head. She clenches her jaw so that her chin wouldn't start to quiver; Hope couldn't bare it. Just couldn't. She had been forced from a young age to deal with death. It never hurts any less. Annais sighs, watching the way Hope's chin began to quiver slightly despite her best efforts, a deep frown etched onto her face. Her eyes were gleaming if you caught them in the light.

Hope feels the warmth of her grandmother's palm wrap around her hand. "It'll be okay, angel. Alright? Don't cry. You're too pretty for that."

Hope swallows the lump growing in her throat. "Tae and I have been talking and..." Annais perked up at the sound of that, looking as though her prayers were about to be answered. "We've been thinking about letting you stay with us, Nana. Since you're alone so much."

Annais kissed her teeth, waving her hand dismissively. She pushes one of the pins in her silky grey hair further into it's tight bun. "Nonsense, gal. I'm fine. Don't you two worry about me-"

"But-"

"Aht," Hope shut her mouth when her grandmother stuck her finger up as a warning. She shakes her head. "No more of this, child. I'm just fine, I am. You two need to be thinking about some baby names...!"

Hope couldn't help the smile breaking her sullen expression, suppressing an embarrassed giggle. "Nana!"

She smiles back teasingly, "Lord, I'm praying some day soon you two have yourself a little blessing. If not for me than at least to shut the whole town up. All my church friends do is ask if I gots some great grandbabies yet. Don't I look like a fool telling them that my precious Hope's been eloped a year and ain't been graced with a baby."

Hope rolls her eyes fondly. Those nosey church ladies. And their daughters were worse with their gossip. Every weekend that Taehyung and Hope tend to their market (which had now been joined together as one booth) all the women her age could do is boast about their children and anniversaries. As if Hope or Taehyung cared at all that they were among the last in their generation to actually be married when most have been eloping since their teens. By now most women her age have at least two and a half children.

Those same women often gossiped about Hope, though she was quite used to being their target. She could read and write, she had a peculiar marital age, she was in an interracial marriage - which isn't unheard of, however it was all the more uncommon - but most especially they were concerned with Taehyung's absolute devotion to her. Their husbands had never bought them plantations, let alone built them a house and barn to thrive on. Many had to move in with their spouse and his family for the first few years. Heaven forbid the family don't like the new addition.

Taehyung had spent his youth saving to buy that land and everything that would furnish it. He dedicated his life savings to a future with Hope - and he absolutely refused to say how much it had cost him. Not that Hope would be able to afford paying him back anyhow, but the guilt was still there. She made sure to remind him how much she loved and appreciated him every chance she got.

"You got lucky, gal. You chose a fine young man for yourself. The least you could is give him a baby!"

"Alright!" Hope decided, setting her tea cup down. She couldn't help her warm grin, though. Her grandmother always liked to tease. "We'll... We'll talk about it when I get home," she decided.

Annais humphed, seeming satisfied with that negotiation. She lifts her tea cup, sitting back in her chair and taking a careful drag of her tea. "Y'all shouldn't have much room for talking."

"N-Nana!" Hope felt flustered, her grandmother laughing heartily at her sheepish response.

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"What's on your mind, darling?" Hope felt the way his voice reverberated in his chest. It was deep and tad bit huskier than usual. Though to his credit he and a few of his buddies had been tilling to the strawberries in their fields since dawn. Taehyung had hired Jimin and Jungkook, who had recently moved into town with the recent boom of their successful marketing. It provided plenty of job opportunities. Hope was glad he got help, it was a lot for just the two of them to tend to. More new-hires would start soon, as well.

"Nothing... Everything... I dunno." She admits softly, adjusting her head so that her chin rested on his chest. He looks down to peer into her gentle gaze.

"Work?" he wondered, and she shook her head.

He hums as he thinks, a few yards away, further down the hill the two of them were laying on, Nectar and Timber gallop about. The stallion and mare were playing together, having grown quite fond of one another. "Those ladies didn't confront you again, did they?" he asked, seeming to be dreading the answer.

"It's not that," Hope murmured. "They don't affect me." His chest sunk as he huffed a sigh of relief.

"Good. They're just jealous."

Hope rolls her eyes fondly, "Nana said something today..." She started, she watched his face harden at the mention of her grandmother. He knows very well how much she meant to Hope, and he loved her, too. Annais was a very warm and inviting spirit. She made it hard not to like her.

He waited for his wife to continue, biting her lip a bit. She'd developed the habit when she got nervous. Taehyung had only seen her chew her lip when her nerves got bad - like such times when she lost her parents and more recently her grandfather. Loss made her anxious.

He sits up, the blue picnic blanket that she'd made crumpling beneath them. "What's wrong, baby?" He asked gently, taking her into his arms and laying a gentle kiss on her head.

Hope sighs deeply, shaking her head. She shouldn't get into it. They had a long week ahead of them and telling him about her concerns regarding her grandmother would only make him stressed. She didn't like to worry him, however she had already started the conversation.

"She was asking about us. Wondering when we'll..." She trailed off, but he waited. He always waits.

"She's been asking me when we'll start our family." She muttered quietly, leaning into his embrace more, ears flushing red.

He hummed but was otherwise quiet for a few moments. She couldn't pull her face from his neck, unable to face his reaction just yet. He still held her, if not closer, almost into his lap. "Do you want to start our family?" he asked her softly, slowly like he was dipping his toe into frigid waters.

She heard a smile in his voice, how it morphed the words leaving his lips. He wanted to, she knew this. He'd always wanted to. But he was patient with her. And she was grateful.

"I've been thinking about it." She admitted, though it wasn't much of an answer. He knew this, but accepted it. She felt another kiss laid to her head.

"It's getting late, darling," He murmured, she felt him strain his neck, looking up to see his gaze set on the vast stars above that began to twinkle. "We ought to start heading back now or we'll wake up late again."

Hope giggled, "Or the sheep might just let themselves out and meet us at the door again." He chuckled heartily at the memory, remembering those fuzzy woolen heads staring back at them the moment he opened the door. Hope counted all twelve heads, thankful none of them had gone missing. Especially the one that was expecting. Her first disappearance was how she'd ended up pregnant in the first place.

She stands up first, the two of them gathering their picnic basket. Whenever the weather permitted, the two enjoyed a nice retreat to the outskirts of their village, a land of open field and occasional wild life - mostly gentle woodland creatures. There was a nice, tall hill, one of many. The couple occupied it, having found it to be quite the romantic spot to watch the sunset and stargaze every now and then. It had quickly become a bi-weekly ritual in their marriage. There the two could talk about everything and nothing. It was peaceful amidst the chaos their work could offer at times. For Hope relentless and sometimes unrealistic demands and for Taehyung the stress of deadlines and complaints. They cherished their little getaway spot. Away from the world and alone with the universe hanging over them.

They rounded up Nectar and Timber to head home, both horses having exhausted themselves after some hours playing together. They would have no trouble settling in their stalls back home.

The ride back was quiet, usually one would provoke the other to race back, however tonight the two just bobbed along side by side, sharing warm smiles.

They'd crawled into bed, slumbered for a couple hours, even. However, Hope grew fond of his hands collected at her waist, gripping it with a possessive firmness. He sleepily pulled her into his chest and had effectively woken her up. When she stirred, he pressed his hips into her backside, refusing to pull back. The forceful sensation sent chills slipping up her spine, but it wasn't one she was opposed to.

His hands travel, lips landing on the surface of her collar. Her night slip cascades down her smooth and slender shoulder, which he continues to kiss gently. His fingers trace the indentation of her pelvic bone and she felt her hips jolt at the tingling sensation, face flushing profusely. He hums huskily into her ear, soft breath tickling the shell of it.

"I've been craving you." He whispered gently.

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The night was long a passionate. Hope was grateful that Taehyung had thought they'd need to seclude themselves a few miles away from any neighbors. No one would witness her lustful, loud endeavors. By the time the two had finally gone to sleep, the ever so familiar crow of the rooster and bleating of sheep greeted their ears. Furthermore, they were met with a dozen fluffy heads on their front step again.

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go-dark-turtle · 3 years

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(Here it is Chapter 2 of Hamon Daze. If you haven't read chapter 1 I suggest giving it a quick read before this one. You can find it here

Just like the first chapter there is a saucy n spicy warning if you wish not to read further. Also @thisbloghasnoaesthetic has been a HUGE inspiration for me to continue this saga. Now let's continue~ onwards to Caesar's revenge. 😎)

Hamon Daze

Chapter 2: Caesar's Revenge

(A Caesar x female reader fanfiction Saucy n Spicy edition)

The next morning Caesar stirred awake and rubbed his eyes, a fake set of eyelashes fell onto his bedsheets and he picked them up to exam them.

"What the hell is this?" He pondered to himself confused.

He looked over to his table and noticed his beloved vase was gone, did JoJo steal it again? He sighed with annoyance and headed to his small en-suite bathroom. He softly yawned as he opened the door and looked up at the mirror.

"MUMMA MIA! WHAT THE HELL IS THIS CRAP ON MY FACE!" Caesar screamed as he looked at himself in the mirror. His lips were bright pink, purple on his eyelids and red rosy cheeks.

He was furious, he knew JoJo was behind this. He grabbed his washcloth and a towel and scrubbed everything off except for his red rosy cheeks. He gritted his teeth trying to get rid of the redness in his cheeks but he sighed in defeat, he was starting to get hungry.

***Meanwhile across the hallway***

You and Joseph were in Joseph's bed giggling hearing Caesar's reaction to your prank.

"If only we could see his face" You giggled.

"Heh, the best part is he has to eat breakfast with a pretty face ohhhh!" Joseph made a kissy face mocking Caesar.

You both giggled and cuddled but it all came to a halt when you both heard Caesar open his bedroom door.

"JOJO! Are you awake? Get your arse down stairs for breakfast!" Caesar called heading straight to Joseph's bedroom door.

Joseph scrambled out of bed with you, he pushed you into his wardrobe and slammed the door. Caesar slowly turned the doorknob, the door clicked open and Joseph's eyes widened.

"CAESAR I'M AWAKE! DON'T COME IN! I'M NAKED!" He panicked at the italian about to see him in the nude.

"UGH! I didn't need to imagine that first thing in the morning... just hurry up and get down there" Caesar screwed up his face and let go of the door knob and walked down the spiral staircase to the kitchen.

"Sorry about that Y/N" Joseph opened the wardrobe door and you sat up in a daze.

"It's okay JoJo. I'd rather hide than face Caesar right now oh man he sounded pretty annoyed, but oh my god he sounded repulsed at the idea of seeing you naked." You giggled

"Glad you aren't repulsed seeing me naked Y/N. Ah we shouldn't keep the others waiting... though after lunch time we could always meet up" He winked, you immediately went bright red.

*** Meanwhile in the kitchen***

Suzie and Lisa Lisa were at the table having a bowl of cereal and a glass of orange juice. Caesar walked in and grinned at Suzie and took her hand in his.

"Mamma mia. You look so bellissima this morning, Suzie." Caesar kissed her hand and sat down next to her. "I didn't get a chance to ask you yesterday. How was your trip to town with Y/N?"

Suzie giggled "Grazie Caesar, well we got everything including a lovely blue dress for Lisa Lisa. Ah we even stopped for some lunch and that's when she told me something about you... ohhh.. umm.."

She clasped her hands over her mouth, Caesar looked at her with his emerald eyes and gently pulled them away. "What did she say tesoro?"

Suzie blushed she couldn't resist his gaze "Well she admitted you were attractive...."

"Oh? Maybe that explains her attitude last night..." Caesar whispered to her.

Lisa Lisa watched them both rolling her eyes and sipped her orange juice. Just then both you and Joseph scrambled into the kitchen giggling and nearly knocking over the other chairs in the room.

"JoJo! Y/N! You are both late care to explain yourselves?" Lisa Lisa folded her arms

"Sorry Lisa Lisa. Because of Caesar making me run laps around Fight island... I woke up late this morning..." You turned your head away from him trying to keep a straight face, one because of his red rosy cheeks and two you started to see how handsome he was.

"Yeah Caesar's snoring echoed into my room and also made me wake up late..." Joseph shrugged and winked at Caesar “Oh someone is a little blushy this morning"

Caesar huffed and shrugged "Well aren't you obsvert this morning!" He looked at you and noticed your shirt missing two buttons. "Say Y/N why aren't you wearing your pjs? Did you fall asleep in your clothes?"

You clench your fists and looked down your face went bright red from what actually happened "Well uhhh."

Caesar knew something was up and he wanted to find out what was going on. "Perhaps you can tell me later.. JoJo hurry up we have training with Messina and Loggins. Don't forget Y/N you are training with Lisa Lisa this morning."

You sighed with relief "Oh good.. " You giggled nervously "Ah I mean um.. right thank you for the heads up..."

*** After Breakfast ***

Caesar returned to his room to get ready, he opened his wardrobe and noticed his jackets and his tank tops were lying in the bottom of the wardrobe. He was confused why they would be lying there. As he picked them up and placed them on his bed to smooth them out he noticed a button. He picked it up and realised it belonged to you. He knew JoJo was behind the whole make up prank but did you also join him?

He smirked "Bingo! I finally have evidence..."

He grew more curious, he had a feeling you didn't return to your room last night. He sneaked into JoJo's room while he was in his shower singing very loudly. Caesar's gut feeling paid off, another button he pocketed from the floor. He quietly left and returned to his room to get ready for morning practice.

***During morning practice***

You followed Lisa Lisa to the docks for a light work out with her but, an intense training session awaited Caesar and Joseph over on Fight island. The boys focused their fingertips on the spikes in the centre and held their whole body weight with their hamon, while the tall trainers ran laps around Fight island keeping an eye of the boys from all angles.

"By the way JoJo" Caesar whispered to Joseph "I know you put that ridiculous crap on my face..."

"Heh. So you figured me out.. But you can't prove it to Messina or Loggins without proof." Joseph whispered back with a smirk.

"Oh? Well perhaps your partner in crime will definitely tell me everything." Caesar smirked and pulled out the buttons from his pocket giving them a quick flash to JoJo.

"Huh? what do you mean my partner.... wait they are from Y/N's shirt! Where did you find them?" Joseph started to sweat a little.

Caesar finally caught him and put them back in his pocket "Well I went to check on you earlier, I opened your door and found one of them on the floor. The other in my wardrobe."

Joseph started to wobble and his breathing nearly went out of sync, he knew he couldn't get out of this one.

"JoJo concentrate more!" Messina shouted at him

"Sorry..." Joseph called his trainer and closed his eyes and tried to focus again. He grunted and whispered to the italian glaring at him "What do you want Caesar..."

"Nothing. I just needed you to confirm everything for me.. Oh, and have fun running around fight island" Caesar smirked and nudged him off balance

"Wha.." Joseph tried to question him before he was knocked off balance and he nearly landed in the spikes.

The tall trainers stopped in their tracks and pulled Joseph out the pit they pointed and scolded him for not paying attention and told him to run 50 laps around fight island. Caesar smirked and launched himself into the air and bowed at his trainers before heading back inside.

***An Hour later in the kitchen for lunch***

Morning practice had wiped you out, you rested your head on the table not wanting to move a muscle, Lisa Lisa went over the basics twice.

"Ah Y/N was training with madam Lisa Lisa really that tiring?" Suzie poked your shoulder

"Leave her be Suzie. I'll allow her to rest for now but I'm sure Caesar will get her back on track after lunch" Lisa Lisa sipped her coffee and looked at the door seeing Caesar walk in.

Your eyes widened at the thought of intense training with Caesar, his training was difficult enough. Now you didn't want to face him knowing he would pick up your guilty energy.

"Buon pomeriggio ladies, how was your morning ?" He smiled at Lisa Lisa his voice was so soft it made your cheeks flare up. Did he always sound like this?

"Well Y/N seems to be distracted, Caesar I'll need you to go over the basics again." Lisa Lisa huffed and wasn't impressed by your mornings poor efforts.

"Huh? Funny thing JoJo was the same." He pretended to be surprised. He knew you two were up to no good the night before.

"Oh JoJo is lacking too! Oh my, do you think they have a cold or something?" Suzie was concerned. Caesar giggled at the ridiculous idea.

You looked up to see Caesar's smirk, your cheeks flared up and hid your face in your hands. He squatted next to you and patted your head. "Rest up lil Y/N because later we will go over everything.... again" He looked at Lisa Lisa "Um Madam Lisa Lisa, is the bath house free this afternoon?"

"Yes it's free, Messina and Loggins are having the afternoon off. I'm with JoJo after lunch. Did you have something in mind?" Lisa Lisa was curious.

"Just thought a reminder of the basics might be helpful in there." Caesar nodded, you groaned in frustration, you already went over them TWICE and now a third time with Caesar this was going to be hell.

She nodded "Very well and perhaps a clean up might also help Y/N get her mind to focus." She took a bite out of her sandwich. You were more nervous than on your first day. Caesar bowed to his teacher and looked back down to you.

"Oh and in case you wondered where JoJo is Y/N." He took your hand away from your face and gently guided you to the window. He noticed your blush and how nervous you were around him compared to the night before.

You blushed more feeling his large leather glove touch your hand and his fingertips gently gripping your smaller hand. You saw Joseph run laps around fight island, he was already exhausted but he kept going, whining to his trainers. You swallowed hard, you felt this was all Caesar's doing and you were next.

*** 20 minutes later***

You nervously followed behind Caesar heading to the bath house on the right side of the island. You had no idea what he had in store but you knew it was going to be exhausting, with Caesar boasting for sure. You carried a bucket, mop and a few cleaning supplies trying to keep with Caesar.

"Come on lil Y/N we are almost there." Caesar smirked while waiting on you with his hands on hips.

"Caesar please, I can't carry this all by myself." You whined as you caught up trying your best not to look at his beautiful green eyes.

"Well if you paid attention to this morning's practice you wouldn't be in this mess now would you?" Caesar folded his arms and raised his eyebrow.

You sighed in defeat, he smirked again and opened the door to the bath house and held the door to the first room. Inside was a giant shared bath by the balcony and showers on the right of the room with benches either side and lockers on the left with a sink behind the door.

"Okay Y/N set everything on that bench over there and stand up straight" Caesar slammed the door shut and glared at you.

You gulped and nervously set everything down and stood in the middle of the room. You looked down, you knew you were in deep trouble. Caesar walked behind you and placed his hands on your shoulders. You looked ahead, your eyes widen, feeling his hands on your shoulders. You had never seen this side of Caesar before, even though you were nervous your mind raced with the idea of kissing him.

"You are in for a treat let me tell you." He leaned in closer and whispered. Your thought bubble was popped by his comment, especially with the tone of his voice, your eyes widened, you swallowed hard and your hands began to shake releasing the reality of what's going on. He smirked more knowing his comment made you sweat, he licked his lips.

"I know you helped JoJo with his little prank, I'm not very impressed you messed up my beautiful face." He reached into his pocket and held your hands open and placed your buttons in your hand "Don't leave evidence behind next time."

You looked down at them, your whole body was shaking, you were caught out, you spun around and clasped your hands and dropped to your knees, dropping the buttons and closing your eyes shut. "I'm so sorry Caesar, please dont tell Lisa Lisa!"

Caesar barked at you while grabbing the bucket and held it out. "We'll see about that, on your feet now! Hands behind your back!" Your eyes sprung open, his voice was so cold and commanding.

You nodded and did as he said, he walked behind you and placed the bucket in your hands. You looked down not daring to look back, you knew this wasn't going to be pleasant.

"I'm disappointed in you Y/N, I thought you were the type to behave. Tsk, tsk, I guess that's what happens when you get involved with JoJo." Caesar waggled his finger. "It's such a shame I have to punish you like this Y/N, you are so pretty, but you know this brings back memories of when I didn't behave."

You looked up and loved hearing he thought you were pretty, you shook your head trying to stay focused by trying to get on his good side "You misbehaved one time?! That isn't like you Caesar."

"Don't be cute with me Y/N, well it was 3 years ago when I first arrived on the island...." Caesar pointed at you and thought back to his early training days.

***Three years ago***

Caesar was summoned to the Island to meet Lisa Lisa upon meeting her he held her hand and kissed it "My, my, you are sbalorditiva. It's such an honour to train under your beauty" Caesar winked at her.

"My training is very strict, I expect nothing but the best." Lisa Lisa pulled her hand away trying to keep her cool from his flirting.

"Hm, well you are looking right at him, say why not we skip the training and get right into the good part and perhaps we can kiss with a moonlight diner later." Caesar flashed his smile at her. "You can come too, Suzie I wouldn't want to leave you out."

Suzie blushed at his actions but Lisa Lisa wasn't impressed. She folded her arms "You lack respect, I'll knock that out of you before we continue..."

"Oh I bet you will." Caesar smirked "Oh my Lisa Lisa aren't we jumping into this far too quickly? We haven't even kissed yet." He raised his eyebrows, with his mind thinking unspeakable things.

Lisa Lisa huffed. "Just come with me!"

He followed her to the bath house and instructed him to hold the bucket behind his back, at first he smirked thinking it was easy but within a few minutes she brought over hamon fused water and slowly filling up the bucket, his body started to shake and his arms were like jelly.

"Please Lisa Lisa I'm sorry, please let me have a break my arms are going to fall off. I'm sorry I was disrespectful towards you please forgive me." Caesar pleaded almost in tears.

"From now on you will respect my training methods and respect me as your teacher, not some girl in the streets. Do you understand?" Lisa Lisa stopped bringing over more water and watched him quiver.

"I promise! I'm so sorry madam Lisa Lisa, I will promise to respect you from here on in!" Caesar cried out his hands shaking

"Good, you may let go of the bucket" Lisa Lisa smirked.

Caesar released the bucket and dropped to his knees not caring his legs got wet from the water spilling everywhere. "From now on I'll take your training seriously."

***End of Flashback***

Your eyes widened. He was going to give you the same treatment you opened your mouth but he placed his finger over it. You blushed at how close he was. The scent coming from his tank top, a combination of white flowers, rose, lily of the valley and sandalwood. He smelt so nice and very comforting. The bubble of comfort from his scent popped as he pulled away from you.

"Hush now lil Y/N, it's time for you to receive your punishment and unlike what happened to me, you know how to use hamon, so I need you to hold that bucket but keep the water in place do you understand?" Caesar walked over to the sink and grinned

You nodded and held the bucket tightly he brought over a handful and dropped it into the bucket, at first you had no problems but as he got to the 5th handful that's when you felt the tension in your arms. Caesar knew exactly how you felt and went for a 6th handful.

Loggins had finished with his lunch. He made a quick detour through the bath house hallway to get to the docks to enjoy his well deserved afternoon off and that's when he heard you and Caesar talking. He stopped by the door and listened in.

"Please Caesar my arms hurt, please let me take a break!" You cried out to him

"Quit whining I'm not done yet, just endure it a little more." Caesar barked back

"I'm already at my limit Caesar please, I can't hold it anymore!" You whined more.

Loggins clasped his hands over his mouth "Good heavens what on earth are they doing in there" He couldn't stop listening as if it was like a trainwreck, he pressed his ear against the door and listened more.

"Y/N, I'll be nice and let you lean against the bench but keep those hands where they are." Caesar sighed.

You knelt on the floor and your chest leaning onto the bench it felt a little better, but your arms still ached. Caesar walked in front of you and raised his eyebrows, while giving you a disappointed look.

"I said you can lean, not kneel, now get that cute butt of yours in the air" Caesar loved that he was in control heading to the sink once more.

"Sorry Caesar" You blushed and sighed. You raised your legs and buttocks, the bucket was almost at max capacity leaning your chest still on the bench. You gripped with all your might and charged hamon through the bucket keeping everything in place.

"Perfect, now let's add some more shall we, I'll be nice with just my pinky finger, instead of my hand." He smirked as he walked over with a glob of water encased around his pinky finger.

"No Caesar, please I can't handle anymore, anything but that!" You pleaded out in a panicked cry

Caesar didn't appreciate you answering him back, he clapped his hands in front of you making the water explode over your face you shivered on the spot. Loggins couldn't handle listening anymore and he scurried out of the hallway and headed straight to the docks horrified.

You looked up to Caesar your arms felt like they were about to break, you clenched your eyes shut and screamed "Please, I'm sorry I followed JoJo in his prank, I'm sorry I didn't go back to my room, I'm sorry, please Caesar, let me drop the bucket, I'll do anything!"

"Anything you say?" Caesar leaned in close the smell of his scent felt comforting again, you opened your eyes seeing his emerald eyes shine. "Well perhaps that kiss I wanted from you last night might be enough to let me stop this punishment and of course keep hush hush."

You bit your lip, no way out of this one, you sighed and closed your eyes but slowly loved the idea of Caesar kissing you, but stood your ground. "Fine, but just one kiss."

"That won't be a problem, one is all I need." Caesar finally had what he wanted.

He knocked the bucket out of your hands and spilled the contents everywhere. You sighed with relief but before you could shake your arms from the aching pains, Caesar scooped his hand under your back and you fell backwards into his arms. You flinched thinking you were about to fall but you looked up and saw his bright emerald eyes lock onto yours. You blushed hard in his arms looking up at him he looked so handsome and you couldn't help but stare at his face.

"You'll fall for me guaranteed." He smirked with an evil glint in his eye. "You can't resist me"

Before you had a chance to say anything his lips crashed into yours he held you close at first you were shaking but soon enough you held onto his shoulders, closing your eyes all while enjoying his powerful kiss. He knew you couldn't resist his soft lips. He held you close and deepened the kiss, you gasped at how amazing he was at kissing.

He pulled away from the kiss you were in a complete daze, your face bright red, he smirked and looked down at you " Hmm, I'm glad a little birdie told me that you thought I was attractive."

"Well about that ..." You went super quiet and turned your face away from him.

"It's okay Y/N I understand, so if you like shall we continue?" He nodded and cupped your chin.

You couldn't resist as if he put you under a spell. You nodded a thousand times and looked to his face, you wanted him so badly you couldn't wait anymore and he knew it. The kiss unlocked everything.

(SAUCY N SPICY WARNING)

"Relax for me my darling" Caesar sat on one of the benches and had you sitting on his lap both facing him, your arms wrapped around his shoulders. Both of you had discarded your tank tops and they landed on the other side of the room. He gently pressed his palms, while wearing his leather gloves, against your nipples, you blushed and gasped at the feel and how cold they were.

"Sorry Caesar, it's just your gloves are so cold.." You looked up at him softly gasping.

"Oh then perhaps I should try something else out instead." He smiled with an evil glint.

He brought his hands together and clapped them and then formed two large bubbles. He caught them with his hamon and smirked, he pressed them against your nipples, the hamon energy clamped onto your skin and no matter how much you squirmed you couldn't release their tight grip.

"That's your punishment for.... last night." He whispered in your ear and nipped your neck

You jolted back in pain and pleasure, almost falling off Caesar's lap. You tried to pop the bubbles with your own hamon, Caesar gripped your hands and held them in place with one of his hands while slowly pulling off his headband.

"So naughty Y/N, so now you need more discipline." Caesar shook his head.

He knelt you onto the floor and tied your arms behind your back with his headband, you looked up not knowing what side of Caesar was coming up next. He crouched next to you and gently tilted your chin upwards again and planted another kiss on your lips. He softly hummed and locked his eyes on you as he dragged his hands down your stomach and gently unbuckled your belt and unzipped your jeans. You closed your eyes and bit your lip, his hand slipped in and he gently rubbed the fabric of your underwear against your sensitive nub.

"Caesar.. it's too much please slow down" You rested your head on his chest panting hard as he made small fast circles.

"Hmmm, that's going to be a no Y/N, this will teach you to behave." Caesar smirked.

He continued on, his other hand reached down his own jeans and gently pleasured himself at the same time with you, he licked and bit his lip, you grew more and more wet with his long fingers rubbing against you.

"Oh my, feels like you are enjoying this, your panties are soaked." Caesar licked his lips "Alright, since you're so excited I'll let you have a break but you have to do something for me..."

You let out a soft moan when he pulled his hand out from your jeans, he smirked and kicked off his jeans all that remained was his dark blue boxers. You looked up and saw how excited he was, the nerves kicked in.

"Hmm, well since I made you feel good, it's time you made me feel good, I'll need you to be creative Y/N. You are only allowed to use your mouth, so what are you waiting to get to work!" Caesar placed his hand on his hip and brought you closer gently gripping your hair.

He opened his legs as he sat back down on the bench, you sat by his legs. He smirked, you looked down at his boxers and leaned in gently trying to work out what to do. Your eyes beamed when you noticed the buttons, you gently tugged the first button with your teeth prying it free, once you got the hang of the technique all three of the buttons were loose. You sighed and grinned sitting back while having a breather.

"I don't have all day Y/N, get busy!" He shoved your face back in, he was certainly excited.

You darted out your tongue and reached in the opening of his boxers and encouraging his length to pop out by curling and wrapping your tongue against him. After a few minutes of trial and error it eventually popped out, you saw it in all its glory it was average sized but thick. You swallowed hard and started to lick the tip gently not wanting to screw this up.

"Ah Y/N... your tongue is like heaven please don't stop.." Caesar threw his head back in bliss and patted your head again.

You loved how he tasted and how smooth he was, you shifted forward more and gently suckled on his tip leaving small kisses on him inbetween. Caesar was in bliss; he softly moaned and closed his eyes.

"Y/N please more... please..." He was begging for you.

You loved to hear his soft moans and hear him beg for you was something you thought you'd never hear, it made you more excited. The bubbles clamped on your nipples bopped against his thighs as you sucked him deeper causing more friction for your nipples. He was almost at his limit.

"Ah okay that's enough" Caesar quickly pulled you away and pulled off his boxers. "For now..."

You sat there arms still bound, the bubbles still clamped on your nipples catching your breath. He smirked, bending down to you and gently removing the rest of your clothes. He walked back to the bench and leaned over to pick up the mop.

"Y/N you did such a good job, how about a reward, hm?" He looked down at you with a smirk. Holding the mop tightly in his hands `

"What did you have in mind Caesar...?" You were frozen on the spot looking at his smirk, what in the world was he going to do.

He sat back down and brought you forward again, your eyes focused on his thighs, he was twitching with excitement. He looked down at you and smirked, holding the mop head in his hand, he guided the wooden handle down to your sensitive and wet area and gently rubbed it against your outside folds.

"AH CAESAR!" You moaned out it felt so good rubbing against your sensitive area, you flung your head back and bit your lip.

"Hm, that's what I like to hear now let's finish this." Caesar tilted his head and winked while he pushed your head into his crotch again.

You quickly suckled on him, your tongue licking and wrapping around, as he gently rubbed the wooden handle against your sensitive nub, you were so close your body was shaking you wanted to release your wave of pleasure so badly.

"Ah Y/N, you have such a talented tongue... oh god..." Caesar began to shake along with you.

You picked up the pace hoping he would do the same, he unleashed his wave inside your mouth you let go of him and swallowed it all you looked up to him panting hard wanting him to rub your nub more to let you finish.

"I think we are finished now" He threw the mop aside and looked down at you "Aww don't look at me like that Y/N, I did say this was a punishment"

You begged for him to continue. You wanted to have that satisfaction like he did, he shook his head and he released the bubbles from your nipples. He slowly walked behind you squatting down untied his headband, wrapping it around his forehead again.

*Cue Roundabout*

"Don't think this is over yet, Y/N. Both you and JoJo still need to learn your lesson. Whether he likes it or not, I know you'll behave for me." He smirked and pointed at you as he stood up "Meet me in my room tonight, 9pm sharp and don't be late."

You sat there with your eyes wide following his movements, your nerves kicked in again your body began to shake.

"Oh and don't worry, I'll be sure to tell JoJo...." he leaned by your ear and whispered

"Everything...."

[<--------To Be Continued----------]

Chapter 3

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