#IT WASN'T EVEN A SAFETY THING WE JUST WEREN'T FAST ENOUGH FOR HIM

[crj-200]

pilots shouldn't come and nag me on the ramp about ramp stuff lmao leave me alone and go sit in your stupid cock hole and let me do the valets please

#had a bad day today lmao #ever gone into sensory overload on the ramp before? don't! #all i've wanted to do today is scream and i can't because. airport #IT WASN'T EVEN A SAFETY THING WE JUST WEREN'T FAST ENOUGH FOR HIM #work tag #honestly as soon as i hit half of my savings goal i'm signing up for my dispatching course and getting tf outta here #i'll miss working with the planes but i need to do something else :( #to be deleted maybe

[fortheloveofkonig]

Hello, hope you're having a good day/night

I was wondering if I could request the 141 x Male reader, they know alot of medical like they use their knowledge of the human body against anyone whom threatens them (or people the care about). They aren't a medic are doctor parday but have extensive knowledge of the field that helps the team. Seem cold uncaring and ruthless but if anyone of them is injured its like a total switch of 'mom bear mode' checking them over the gentle hands and worry.

(Kinda of trope of don't mess with the doctor lol)

Summary: TF 141 reacts to Reader who knows a frightening amount of medical knowledge.

Note: I'm going to do this as more of a headcanons type of post ^^ hope this is good enough! ^^ I did 95% of this all in the last 2 hours

Content: Medical speak, Injuries, Slight Torture, Slightly Bad Medical Research, But I Did Research. Roach Talks.

Word Count: 1085

TF 141 x Knowledgeable in Medic Field M! Reader

Ghost

Probably first heard about your knowledge from Soap talking to him about how terrifying it is to see it come into play

Doesn't believe him.

You've always been good at what you do but have never shown any previous knowledge or interest in the medical field so, who can blame him?

There was also no way you could've went to medical school unless you were years above your usual education range

He finally sees it come into play when you two were 'interrogating' someone.

"If you're gonna stab, don't do it right there. Price said he needs to stay alive."

Ghost looks at you, annoyed. "I've stabbed many people and seen many people survive stab wounds of surrounding areas."

"In lower places of the abdomen and with quicker medical care, if you do it there" You point to where he had the knife, pointed at the tied up man's skin. "It could puncture an intestine and we will be fucked. If you want to stab, move the knife below the belly button...about right... right there. Do not remove the knife once it pierces through."

He did as you said, with questions, but still followed your lead.

From then on he watched everything you did, even noticing that you took care of some of the rookies that ended up with minor cuts and damage that wasn't enough to bother the medics with.

Needless to say, he also ended up coming to you for some patch ups, mostly when he wanted to keep his new damage a secret from Price.

He ended up finding it kind of hot during the interrogation thing so he often asked to do things like that with you again.

Soap

Honestly, probably figured out about your medical knowledge after he was being a dumbass with explosives and almost got hurt.

"Go change into some shorts and a tank top." Your voice was in a serious tone as you went to grab a nearby first aid kit.

"Already wanting to see me strip?"

You just glared at him until he actually left and did what was told.

Despite having only a few scratches, you still cleaned them up as best as you could.

You also went on a rant about it too, about how dumb he was

"Do you realize how dumb you are? What if you actually made a big explosion and a piece of shrapnel flew and hit one of the carotid arteries in your neck?

"My What?"

"Do you realize how fast you would've died? Why weren't you wearing any protective gear?"

"I'm pretty bad at forgetting protection."

If looks could kill, he'd be dead.

That was not the last time you had to clean his wounds, he seems to be a magnet for them.

Asks you more about medical stuff, just to get an idea on how much you know.

You know a lot.

Unsure at this point if he hurts himself in new ways just to hear you yell at him for what dumb way he could've gotten himself killed this time.

Gaz

He falls out of helicopters a lot, that's the truth. What's one more time?

This time (and somehow not the last?) he ended up hurting his foot, you were there the whole time when it happened.

When the both of you were both safe in the safety of a van, you got him to put his leg up so you could check it.

"This is stupid" He mutters, "It's nothing more than it has been in the past."

"Shush, let me concentrate" You mutter feeling around his bootless ankle, nodding your head when you hear him hiss at a pointed touch.

"Any pain when you walk on it?"

"Possibly....yes."

"I'm gonna say it's a sprain for now but I think we should take you to the infirmary after we get back to base. Doesn't seem dislocated. Possible fracture though."

It was just a sprain

Was surprised when you spoke fluent...doctor to the doctor.

Honestly felt like a little kid in the doctor's office, watching his parent's converse with the Doctor telling them what was wrong.

Wouldn't have it any other way.

Price

Always knew, almost nothing gets by him unnoticed

Was probably one of the reasons he wanted you on the task force.

He knows how soap and gaz the boys are

Has you teaching rookies how to probably put a tourniquet on.

"What the fuck are you doing? That's not how I taught you."

The rookie you were speaking to just looked down at the dummy that they were working on and the tourniquet, "It looks-"

"Terrible! He's still bleeding out! Retry it."

Definitely has to sit in on these sessions, some rookies have complained to him that you take it too far.

You always just use the excuse that if those were real people and not training dummies, they'd be at fault for letting them die.

He agrees with you.

The rookie looks over at Price.

"Get to it. He told you to retry it. The man is bleeding out."

Mostly just sits in because it's less complaints now that he is showing he agrees with you in front of everyone.

Roach

This fucker needs a friend that has medical knowledge

Much like Soap, it seems like he is a wound magnet

Was probably the first of the 141 that you had to go full protective, medical knowledge out and work on him.

Man's like a tank too, no matter what the day brings to him it seems he's just able to walk it off

You don't let him

"You're limping, sit down."

He just waves it off, "'m good."

"Like hell you are." You walk up to him and grab his wrist, dragging him to a nearby chair and pushing him onto it. "Stay or I'll have Ghost lay on you."

Does not stay.

You cannot get Ghost to lay on him.

You just end up pelting pillows at him until he joins into a pillow fight, and you both end up getting exhausted.

"I'll rest right here."

"Good."

Stubborn but still okay with medical help

Often comes to you with oddly specific questions.

"Hypothetically, if a car blew up in the near vicinity of where I was at, what is the possible health issues that could arise?"

"Well, burn marks obviously, depending on the distance it could be any degree. If it was enough to knock you over, then a possible concussion. Depending if you hit the ground and hard enough, possible broken or fractured bones. Not to even mention the possible pieces of metal and glass flying, and just blast trauma in general. Could cause damage to internal organs with enough force."

"Okay, so...hypothetically, if that happened, I should go to the infirmary?"

"Roach, were you next to a car when it blew up?"

"..."

"Gary???"

You immediately dragged him to the infirmary.

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[reallyromealone]

Rome? Are you taking any request at the moment? If you are the may I please request a Kaeya Alberich x Male Reader? Where reader comes off as a mysterious, mystical dancer who’s travelling the world, hoping to help inspire others. But in actuality he’s is actually hiding his ability to be able to transform into an dragon, an ice dragon the specific. So as reader is fleeing from his chasers, Kaeya comes to his rescue and the rest is history. I hope this is enough for you to work with. Also take your time and down forget to drink water and get plenty of sleep. 😁😁😁😁😁😁😁

I absolutely got you my dude

Male reader - dragon male reader - fluff

🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷

Dragons were a concept long forgotten, myths and nothing more.

(Name) looked at Mondstadt fascinated, the smell of foods and the liveliness made him feel warm inside, wandering through the town in clothes blended from the different countries as he never stayed long enough to have a collection of clothes.

(Name) danced for the gods, for safety and well being not just for himself but for those around him, wanting nothing but peace amongst the people.

"A dragon?" Kaeya looked surprised and Venti nodded "dragons are extremely rare, Dvalin is the only one I know of" the retired god said "many dragons have an ability to obtain a human look, there's dragons you may have met and never even known"

"What do we do? If word gets out there's a dragon it could cause problems" Amber said and the others thought "we better find him fast then"

(Name) was thankful for the coin given by people entranced by his dance (think of yunas summoning dance in final fantasy X) and the dancer sat at the steps of the cathedral and split the coin evenly before giving one half to the small donation box for the cathedral.

"Beautiful dancing" a voice commented and (name) turned to see a beautiful man with long navy hair and eye patch "why thank you, I travel and dance for the gods" (name) said kindly as he collected his things "that's quite honorable of you, I haven't seen you here before" Kaeya mentions and (name) stood adjusted his belongings "I'm passing through, I just wanted to stop here before going to Sumaru" (name) explained as he walked past Kaeya "I see, quite the adventurer" Kaeya joked and walking beside (name) he noticed how...cold he was.

Not personality but he just radiated a slight chill.

Though Kaeya couldn't say much as he was well was rather chilly to the touch due to his element.

Kaeya came to watch (name) dance every day and was in awe, he still hadn't found the dragon sadly but the dancing was wonderful.

"The dragon..." Someone realized as they looked at the dancer... Something wasn't right, his eyes weren't quite right.

He was to perfect.

(Name) was wandering to the tavern after collecting money and offering to Barbados when he smelt someone in his proximity and turned to see someone quickly hide behind a corner and (name)s hands got colder as he grew more defensive.

(Name) darted around corners as more hooded figures appeared and (name)s heart sped up, the city was far to small for him to transform.

(Name) felt his heart rate pick up as ice formed from under his feet, and he tried to find any escape route "you thought you could hide dragon? Pathetic" rope wrapped around (name)s ankle and he fired blindly as scales formed on his skin and (name) felt fear fill his being, he couldn't transform here to escape without risking lives.

"FUCK!" One of the goons screamed as a sword impaled his shoulder and (name) looked to see Kaeya "came to ask you for dinner but I see your rather tied up" Kaeya said joking but his tone said something VERY different as he proceeded to rock the goons shit, (name) froze the area around him to protect himself, he made a vow to not harm humans and was a strict pacifist.

But that didn't mean he couldn't watch someone else fight.

Kaeya walked to (name) after the crooks were handled "so you're the dragon... That explains a lot" Kaeya joked as the ice melted around (name) "thank you..." (Name) whispered as he stood up and Kaeya smiled "of course"

(Name) was awkward and uncomfortable as his scales retracted back and he looked more human "it's in my kinds nature to give our utmost loyalty to those who save our lives" (name) said seriously and Kaeya just huffed playfully "how about you let me take you to dinner?"

"That's all you want?"

"I'm not going to abuse me saving you, it's the right thing to do"

"...then I will accept your dinner invitation"

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x male reader #kaeya x male reader #kaeya x reader #male reader #x male reader #x reader

[fanttasttica]

High lord and the stripper

Helion x reader

You need to make money quickly, so you could travel to the Night court. This situation forced you to take a job as a stripper. You hate it from the bottom of your heart. 

warnings: smut

words: 2687

Work.. you hated yours. It wasn't something you wanted to do, oh god, no. You had to do it, because you needed money and thanks to this job, you had enough to afford a small apartment and feed yourself. Well.. feed yourself is maybe a strong word. In the past couple of days, you refused yourself a meal, only to save more money. You were saving so you could afford traveling to the Night court, where your last family members currently lived. Although Day court was beautiful, magnificent, you were alone here and that was something you didn't like. No family, no friends.. no one, only you. You were just feeling lonely and because you weren't used to it, you wanted to get to the Night court as fast as possible. That is the only reason you started.. dancing. You always loved to dance and you were good at it, everyone was saying that you were just like your mother. In the end, she taught you everything you knew. You missed her terribly and you also were feeling terrible. If she only knew how you are using her lessons and your talent now.. She would be disappointed, you shook your head and blinked back tears. Now certainly wasn't a time to pity yourself and cry. There will be a lot of time tonight, after work when you will be alone in your apartment. You were nearly finished getting ready, the only thing left to do was to put on some lipstick, when your boss suddenly burst into the room, scanning it with his dark eyes. When he finally saw you, he looked at your clothes, makeup and hair, nodding in approval. "You will do.." not understanding what he meant by that, you raised one eyebrow. "What are you talking about?" you weren't sure, if you wanted to know, but you asked anyway, turning away, so now he was looking at your back. You started putting on red lipstick, while you waited impatiently for his answer. "We have a visitor. Very important one and you will dance before him.. and his friends." It wasn't too surprising. that he wanted you to dance, it was your job, but in one way it was still a surprise.."Wait.. Him and his friends? You mean like a private dance?'' That was new. "Yeah, in a smaller room, in total there will be like.. four people? You have five minutes, I will be waiting for you in the hall." he slammed the door before you could protest. Maybe it was ironic, but you were more scared of dancing almost naked in front of four people than in front of forty. You were used to dancing at the bar and near the bar, there is a barman and security. That is why it is definitely safer than dancing in a smaller private room, where there is no one beside you and your "customers". Another thing is that when you are dancing in front of a lot of people, there are more faces you see, more voices you hear and you find that distracting. You sighed and stood up, there wasn't a point in arguing. You had to endure this job for now. If there was another way how to make this much money quickly, you wouldn't be here.Heck, you wouldn't go near this place in your life, everything there was disgusting, clothes, people, even air filled with sweat of all these people, who were here. While heading to the door, you took the thin robe and put it on. It wasn't covering you so much, as you wanted, but what was the point in covering anyway? After a few minutes, it would be on the floor anyway. But meanwhile, it served as an extra skin, it gave you some courage and feeling of safety. You honestly weren't sure if it even made sense. Finally, you open the door and find your boss waiting for you, as he promised. 

“Come now, they shouldn't be waiting any longer than they already are.” you followed him as he walked to the part of this building, when smaller saloons for private parties were. And during that way, you decided to ask some more questions about these clients. “You know, that this is the first time I am dancing in front of a smaller group, right? And you said that these people are really important, so why dont you send any other dancers? Someone, who is here for a longer time than I am?” he was walking really fast, but after your questions, he stopped and turned at you. “Firstly.. You shouldn't be complaining, you know? I don't like it. Maybe you are really good at this job, but you are not good enough for me to ignore your whining.” He narrowed his eyes. “Secondly, stop calling yourself and other girls “dancers”. You are a stripper, face it. Don't make yourself something more.” You clenched your fists and followed him around the last corridor. Now you were facing probably the nicest doors you saw in this building, which made you realize that your boss was not exaggerating, when he said these people, well mainly one of them, were important. “So.. take off the robe and move your ass.” You obeyed, placing your robe on the chair that was standing near a door and you also quickly fixed your clothes, trying to stretch the fabric, so it would cover you more. Unfortunately, it didn't have the effect you'd like. You were wearing a gold sexy costume, there wasn't any way to call it nicer. Calling it a costume was actually really nice, since it was basically only a  bra and panties.. You inhaled deeply and exhaled, before opening the door and stepping in the room. The walls were painted in red, the lighting was softer so you couldn't see the faces of these men clearly and you were thankful for it. You made your way in the middle of the room, there was a smaller podium to which a pole was attached. That's where you were supposed to dance during your performance. You knew that people weren't here for a chat, so that's why you didn't even bother to say something to them. Music started to play immediately after you stepped on the podium, so you started dancing right away. Time dragged annoyingly slowly, as if he enjoyed torturing you. You were doing anything to distract yourself from the intense feeling of someone watching you. But someone's gaze felt more intense or maybe longing is a better word, and that made you shiver slightly. You cursed your curiosity in your head. You needed to know who was responsible for this. As another song began, you turned your head, so now you were facing them. Looking at males before you. Still dancing, you moved your eyes from one to another, trying not to look nervous. And then, your eyes finally connected with this handsome male. He had a darker skin, long brown hair and his eyes were gold, almost shining like a Sun. There was a small smirk on his lips, when he saw you looking at him curiously. You couldn't help yourself, this was probably the sexiest man you have ever met. Stay professional, you reminded yourself, turning away from him, as if nothing had happened. You didn't look at him for the rest of your performance, although you wanted it really badly and he wasn't making this easier for you, not bothering to hide his scent, you could smell that you were doing a good job. It was embarrassing for a bit, because you knew he wasn't the only one here and the chance that all his friends have no sense of smell is very small. But now, you were finally free, the song has ended and you hurriedly left the room.

Your boss was waiting for you in the hall, his arms crossed. “Well? How did it go?” you grabbed your robe and put it on. “Perfectly” you replied with one word, making your way past him to the room where you were preparing before, slamming the door after you. You were breathing quickly, not sure why you were reacting this way. Nothing bad happened. Actually, it was tolerable. They weren't trying to touch you, they weren't making any slimy comments on your body.. Yeah, it was good. So why were you feeling like this? Nervous more than ever. After a few minutes, you managed to calm yourself, right on time, because your boss bursted to the room once again. “Oh my girl, you might even become my favorite!” he took your confused look on your face as an invitation to continue “When I walked in, they looked really happy. Especially the High lord. He actually wants a private lap dance, only for himself from you.” After hearing this, your heart skipped a beat and it wasn't because you never did a lap dance. That was the last thing that was bothering you now. “The.. The High lord??” What High lord? There was a High lord?” The panic was obvious in your voice and your boss started laughing. “Thanks to the Cauldron, I didn't tell you about this before..” he smiled at you, showing you his yellow teeth. “I knew you would be nervous and wouldn't want to go in there..” he shook his head, still smiling. You were ready to kill him, ready to bury his body all by yourself and run to the next court, before someone would notice he was missing, not that someone would actually be sad because of this death. The only thing stopping you from doing it was what he said next “You know, high lord was already here a few times. But I never saw him interested so much, like he is in you.. You are the first girl he asked for a lap dance and offered you pretty money..” ashamed you were thinking about it, you looked down on the floor. “How much?” your boss chuckled. “Three times more than you earn here in a month” you knew that High lord was probably really rich, but this caught you off guard. This was your chance, your ticket from this place. It was more than enough for you to quit and leave for the Night court tomorrow. You compared all the pros and cons in your head, before nodding slowly. “Fine, tell him I will come in a few minutes.”

After you freshen up, you find yourself walking down the hall once again. The only positive thing was that this time was hopefully the last time. You stepped into the room more confidently than the last time, you wanted to make a better impression, than before, at the end, you were supposed to give a lap dance to the High lord. You couldn't look frightened and you didn't want to. This time, you weren't avoiding his eyes, you looked at him with curiosity which he returned. “High lord..” you greeted him, while walking to him slowly. “I knew you could talk. My friends thought that you lost your tongue when you ignored us earlier” you felt heat coming to your cheeks. “Pardon me, but you are probably the first customers who were expecting for me to talk” you shrugged, now standing right before him. He was sitting there sprawled out, only now did you notice how big and ripped he really was. Maybe it should be the other way around. You should pay him, so you could dance for him. “That's a pity, you have a really beautiful voice” you chuckled a little, not believing that he truly meant those words. “If you don't believe me, fine. But I am telling the truth..” his voice was smooth, making you believe him.You swallow hard, gesturing on his lap. “I believe I should begin” to this time you were ignoring this music, but now it was reminding you, what are you here for. He patted his thigh “I believe you should.” You climbed on his lap, which was surprisingly quite comfortable. You put one hand on his shoulder and the other to his chest. Feeling the heat coming from his body, you wanted to press yourself against him and never leave again. As if reading your mind, his large hands found your back and pulled you closer to his body. Your eyes connected once again, not leaving when you started to move. Maybe you have never done this before, so your movements were not perfect, but he was still clearly enjoying himself. You felt how hard he was and saw how his eyes darkened with desire. His one hand traveled from your back on your thighs, which he squeezed strongly, but it didn't hurt you. The result was the opposite, you felt wetness forming between your legs. “Fuck, you are perfect..” he said hoarsely. When your hands started to stroke his chest, it wasn't because of money. At this point you were forgetting that you were getting paid for this. You just wanted more. His thumb started to draw circles on your thighs, which gave you goosebumps. His other hand left your back and traveled to your shoulders, he moved your hair and now he had a perfect view on your neck. He ran his fingers over it with ease, you wondered how many times had he already done something like this, because it was very effective. You moaned with pleasure, which he took as an invitation. He attacked your neck with his lips, firstly he was kissing you softly and after a while, he started to use his teeths. He was biting thin skin on your neck, exploring your body with his hands and dragging on moan after another from you. You shouldn't be doing this, certainly not here and not with him. He was High lord and you were only a stripper, who was giving him dance. But it felt so right. It was really hard, but you managed to pull away. You quickly stood up and took a few steps away from him.

“I.. I.. am sorry. This was unprofessional. I don't know what got into me. ” You said with difficulty and still trying to collect your thoughts, so you could start thinking more clearly. “Don't be, my sunshine.” he stood up and walked towards you. He used his thumb to lift your chin. “I should have tamed myself too.. Honestly, this isn't how I imagined our meeting.” he sighed and rubbed his beautiful face. “It is not?” you asked not sure how he meant that. Others would be probably more than happy that they not only got lap dance, but also something more from this. But he didn't look happy at all. This made you wonder if you did something wrong. Maybe it was because of your work? He still was High lord and you were stripper. What were you thinking? You should never have allowed that. Now he was ashamed and you also were not happy anymore. “It's not as you probably think now.” he spoke to you softly. “I did invite you to dance for me, but it was supposed to be only an excuse. I wanted to talk to you and was worried I wouldn't find you anywhere after this.” he took your hands into his, bringing them to his lips and kissing them softly. You watched you carefully with slightly open lips. You wished that your lips would be next thing he would be kissing, but instead, he continued talking. “I know you feel this. This need for me. And I feel the same way about you.” You didn't deny it, but you didn't confirm it either. None of you were stupid. There was only one logical explanation for your bodies to react like this. And when you admitted it, you felt it. The bond forming between you two and suddenly, you loved this job.

#acotar #acotar fanfiction #acotar imagine #acotar series #a court of thorns and roses #day court #helion spell cleaver #helion x reader #helion x you #helion acotar

[icarus-does-fall]

The safeword comfort fic!!!

It's an Astarion x gn reader <3

(I *can* write gendered pairings but as a trans guy I just like the gender neutral things, everyone can relate that way🤷‍♂️)

.𝆤࿙࿙࿚๋࿙࿚ ⊱♡⊰ ࿙࿚๋࿙࿚࿚𝆤. .𝆤࿙࿙࿚๋࿙࿚ ⊱♡⊰ ࿙࿚๋࿙࿚࿚𝆤.

You and Astarion had been on again, off again lovers- Or so more easily explained as friends with benefits. You could put up with his rude sarcasm and haughty behaviours and he trusted you enough to open up about Cazador- That was the first night the two of you slept together too.

It wasn't on purpose, hell neither of you even expected it to happen, but with there being a new moon in the sky, all the stars were visible as the two of you talked. The emotions were running high and as Astarion shared his part, his scars with you it was almost instinctual to reach out and with a feather light touch run your hand over his jagged skin.

He gasped at the touches. No one had ever touched him so softly… so reverently. Then of course one thing led to another and then more nights like that started happening, you waking up covered in bite marks and Astarion with nail marks down his back.

Every night between the two of you was pure bliss, until tonight at least.

His fangs were sunk deep in your neck, you’d never given him permission to fed off of you but that didn’t mean you didnt like it when he bit you either, but after a particularly rough fight- One where he and Karlach almost died you’d finally given the okay for him to fed.

The only problem was that he was getting too lost in your blood, and how it tasted to pay attention to much else at the moment. The more he mumbled about “how divine you tasted”, and “how he wanted to devour you,” the more your vision started to blur and spot. While it was enjoyable at first, the pain and pleasure mixing, the pain was starting to overtake the pleasures he was giving you at the same time.

So with bated breaths and your eyes fluttering closed, you gasped out the words you needed to make Astarion realise that you couldn’t go any further, tears brimming your eyes. “ “Starion… I can’t- D-d… fuck ‘Starion Donnybrooke! Pull out, stop, please.”

Astarion paused, the word sending him almost rigged before he blinked, pulling himself back to his senses and pulled away from you. Both of your bodies were covered in sweat, in slick, and cum but Astarion also had blood dripping down from the corner of his mouth. His tongue flickered over his lips. “Oh my divinity~ I pressed too far didnt I?”

Astarion carefully pulled you into his side, there weren't many things in his overly long life that he found himself caring about but you- By the gods above, you were his treasure, even if he didn't have any claim to you. Gently he caressed your hair and softly kissed your forehead. “Are you alright my firelight?”

You curled up into Astarions side, your head left light and you were dizzy, the tears falling down your cheeks didn't help any either. “I’m okay… I’m okay, just too much too fast, the pain wasn't fun anymore.”

Astarion wiped away your tears, pulling you into a gentle kiss before he softly kissed at the bite mark he had been drinking from and licked away any of the dried blood, all before moving down to the rest of your body, to kiss and caress every bite, every bruise and every scar on your body whether he was the one to leave those marks or the fight was.

“My apologise dear divinity, it has simply been some time since being allowed to feed from someone who doesn't fear my touch. How may I help pleasure you into ease, into safety instead?”

You nestled closer to his chest and let your head fall against him, your body aching and sore as you tried to regain your senses. “Just hold me for a bit, yeah? I know… I know we don't really cuddle but yeah…”

Astarion laughed softly and continued to hold you against his chest, his fingers being entangled in your hair as he nuzzled against your cheek, his other hand casually drawing soft circles along your thighs and your scars. “Oh my divinity, I cherish every moment that I get to have you in my arms, never think I would never want to hold or… Cuddle you~”

You smiled up at him with a soft laugh and tucked a stray piece of hair behind his ear. You never knew how but no matter how rough and wild the two of you got, his hair always looked perfect. Hell in your eyes this sarcastic bastard was perfect but somewhere in the back of your mind you knew things wouldn’t work if you two became serious. He’d outlive you, outlast you, but that didn’t stop you from loving him while you could.

“Have I mentioned that I love you recently? Because I do… You always know just how to touch me to make me feel safe.”

Astarion smiled down at you and kissed your forehead. “You have, but I would quite appreciate hearing you saying more often~”

You huffed and pouted playfully, lightly smacking him on his chest. “Oh you pompous ass, just shut up before I stop saying it at all.”

Astarion laughed loudly and kissed you softly, nuzzling into the crook of your neck before peppering soft kisses up your neck and along your jaw. “I know my little flame, I’ll behave, I promise. I just enjoy teasing you~ And it’s not often you complain either.”

You giggled and blushed while you rolled your eyes. “You're an idiot ‘Starion… Hmm… We have any cocoa left?”

He raised an eyebrow at your change in conversation but smiled softly anyway. “I don't believe so but for you my divinity, I'd give you the world~”

Your blush darkened slightly and you cuddled closer into his side. He pulled a blanket over the two of you, after all he wasn't exactly known for his warmth. “Again, you're an idiot… Just now you're a cute idiot.”

“Oh darling, you flatter me but we both know I am radiant~ More so than cute will ever be. You on the other hand, you my darling are the divine light from the heavens themselves and desperately adorable”

You were really flustered now, and blushing a bright red. “I- you- Shut up Astarion! I’m just me, nothing more, nothing less.”

“Which is why you deserve all those compliments, all the praise. You are a divine creature and deserve everything, more than I could ever give you.”

You smiled softly and gently caressed his cheek. “You give me everything that I want-” You giggled and kissed his nose. “I’m safe with you.”

His gaze softened as he looked at you and he sighed softly. You cared, you loved, you were warmer, more so than anyone he’d ever let into his life and he was afraid to break that. Afraid to break you. But as long as you'd let him, he’d love you with his entire being.

In a voice barely above a whisper he spoke in an awed and almost reverent way. “I love you my divinity, may I have the honour of making you mine?”

You looked up at him, mouth agape as your words failed you. Of all things you thought you’d hear Astarion ever ask you, ever say to you, this was never one of them.

“Me? You're choosing me? ‘Starion, are you sure?”

“Of course I'm sure my flame~ I never make a decision without being confident in case you have yet to notice that.”

“Then yes of course I’d be honoured to be yours! Just… be more careful next time yeah?~”

Astarion chuckled and nodded in agreement. “You have my word~”

#safe word #fluff #comfort #astarion #bg3 #bg3 astarion #astarion x reader #vampire #biting

[smartycvnt]

Half-Cocked

Pairing: Jennifer Jareau x Reader

Summary: JJ yells at you after you almost get yourself killed.

WC: 695

One of the things that had been drilled into you at the academy was how important it was to be able to think fast. This meant different things to different agents. Everybody came up with different solutions, which was respectable in your mind, but not always in everyone else's. JJ had been scarily quiet on the ride to the hospital for you to get patched up. The jet was being held back a few hours, which you knew wasn't why JJ was mad at you. You were one of the new additions to the BAU, but you had already grown quite close with the blonde woman. JJ was obviously upset with you about what you had done rushing in, and it killed you to think that she was disappointed in you for being irresponsible.

"I'm sorry," you apologized. It was awkward having not spoken since she agreed to ride with you to the hospital. You had never been around JJ for so long without there being some sort of conversation. The two of you had a lot in common. You were at similar positions in your lives, despite it having a very different amount of years for both of you to get there. You had tried the being someone's wife route much earlier than JJ let herself. It turned out that neither of you were overly good at it, despite your best efforts. JJ just happened to have left her marriage in a much better state than you had left yours. "I swear that I didn't mean to let him almost get away. Next time I'll be faster."

"It's not about being faster Y/n," JJ said shortly. You stiffened a little at her tone. It was one that you hadn't heard yet, and it sort of scared you.

"What is this about then? Why are you so mad at me?" you asked her. If not for your tone being completely genuine, JJ would have blown up on you. She was barely holding it together as it was, but you were so new at this that you didn't know what bothered her so much about this. You had run in without any regard for your own safety. It was noble to fight for your cause, but JJ learned a long time ago that some sacrifices weren't worth it. "I was just doing my job."

"You went in there half-cocked. Something could have gone very wrong. You could have died. We didn't know what his position inside was, but you ran in anyways without telling anyone. If I hadn't been nearby, who knows what the hell could have happened to you! Yes, you were doing your job, but you have got to remember that this is just a job. I know that you feel like since there's nobody waiting for you at home that no one cares, but that isn't true. People do care about you. The team cares about. I care about you!" JJ had never yelled at you before, and this wasn't how you expected the first time to go. You sat there awkwardly and picking at the hem of your shirt. "If you don't get that through your head, then you aren't gonna be here very long."

"Okay, I'm sorry," you apologized again. JJ glanced over at you, unsure of how to take back what she had said to you. The last thing she wanted was for you to feel guilty about doing what you thought was right. One time or another they had all been willing to lay their lives on the line to stop innocent people from being killed. You needed to be more careful, but JJ wasn't sure that she should have been that harsh with you. You were a new enough FBI agent that you were still sensitive, and JJ saw a lot of herself in you. She wanted to protect you from everything, even herself.

"Y/n-," JJ tried. You shook your head as you turned towards the window, counting down the seconds until the airport came into view. You couldn't wait to get on the jet and forget that you had ever fucked things up so badly.

#jennifer jareau x reader #jennifer jareau #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds #my writing

[partyanimal167]

Hi! I heard you wanted ideas to write for Law!

I have one! Terribly specific hope thats ok!

How about something along the line of a extreme fluff ? Like Reader helps to nurse the crew back to health after loosing the ship and perhaps during a separation moment ( reader stays behind to fight the marines or something? Up to you!) And then at some point the following exchange happens:

Reader: " its not goodbye, I still want to see the submarine again! "

Law, being carried away by Bepo: " I ... I will find you! I will get you back!"

Reader:" I will be back, for as long as you want me to!"

Maybe a few tears here and there?

Thanks! Hope this helps!

Hi! I appreciate your request. I'm not the best at fluffly moments, but I will try my best. Thank you so much for the details. I'll see what I can do~

See You Later- Law x GN!Reader

CW: fluff, soft moments, comfort, non-graphic action

I'lll be right back okay! Just keep going ahead!

Law would say he was confident in his ability to keep adapting as situations called for it. You have to be when dealing with the Strawhats, of course. However losing your ship, getting ambushed by Marines, and knowing your lover is fighting can cloud one's mind.

It really wasn't supposed to go this way. In a rare spur of luck, the Marines were able to track down the Polar Tang when the crew needed to restock, and the news didn't travel fast enough. Law made the ambitious call to the guys on watch to go out to sea while the rest would wait it out and call for escape when appropriate.

Everyone had been running around with their respective mini groups trying to hide in the shadows and find ways to not draw attention. Things were going well for the first two days, but then more naval reinforcements came. The group was meeting in an abandoned warehouse when the ambush occured.

You wiped a bit of blood from the corner of your lip before putting up your fists again. You scanned the building again--ready for more opponents.

"Captain! I think we're safe for now." Bepo announced aloud.

The group seemed to collectively let out a breath as they saw either knocked out soldiers on the ground or a few retreat in a haste.

Law sheathed his sword. "We need to be cautious. There's no telling when-," the man then sunk onto a knee before going into a coughing fit.

You looked over at him before gasping at the sight of blood on his shirt. "Law, your wound is reopening. We need to get you back to the ship."

Though a knowledgeable doctor, Law was still a stubborn man. He wouldn't leave without being certain that everything would be okay. "I'm fine. We just need to find a new place to hide, and-"

"There's no need to find a place to hide. We need to escape before more Marines come. We're near their base. We'll be safer at sea." you argued.

"But there's no way we're all going to make it out right now. There's too many of us." Law groaned. There was a more reasonable solution, but he wasn't going to consider it.

You, however, weren't going to allow things to drag on. You shook your head. "Some of us can stay while you go on ahead. There's enough of us to hold off our enemies while the others escape to safety."

"I'm not leaving you. As captain, I"

"As a nonmember of the Heart Pirates, I do not care what their captain has to say." you rebutted sternly. It had been one of the things you two talked about in the past. There was always the possibility of a conflict of interest with you onboard. With your life as a outlaw before joining, you knew what to expect. Yet, you couldn't let go of all your freedoms. You didn't really need a reason to bring it up before, but Law needed a reminder. You were not an underling who needed protecting. Moreso, you were looking out even for his greater good.

"Bepo," you stated while giving a strong look.

He seemed to understand what you meant and saluted. "Aye!" he paused and looked at Law, "Sorry Captain!" Law was thrown over the shoulder of his friend which shocked him before arguing.

"Wait! No! Y/n, I'm not leaving you. I'll-," Bepo started running away while a few other members followed.

You smiled gently and waved. "This isn't goodbye at all. I'll see the Tang again."

"I... I will find you! I will get you back! All of you!"

"I'll be back, for as long as you want me to!" You beamed before running out the warehouse in the opposite direction along with Shachi and the others. "Let's keep Law and the crew safe for now."

~~~

You quietly hummed a tune while wringing out a towel. You dampened it fresh hot water before placing it on your patient's forehead.

"...I'm still mad at you."

You chuckled. "I'm sure you are." you continued to redress Law's bandages. "Too bad though, I get to play nurse."

"You shouldn't have done something so reckless."

"I think you forget which one of us had a bigger bounty when we met." you teased.

"I can't lose you." you paused after hearing that confession.

It had been a stressful couple days for Law after separating from you. His group was able to get back on the Tang, but by the time they tried to reach for you, your lot was already engaged in another battle. It took awhile and periods of no communication before it was safe for you to steal a boat and meet the crew out at sea. Law was quick to get the submarine to surface and you all onboard. You were safe with minimal injuries, but it seems you underestimated how much Law worried.

You caressed his cheek and smiled. "That stress is going to put you in a grave before any battle will." you paused and sighed. "You can't get rid of me so easily, Law."

The man scoffed before closing his eyes and enjoying your touch. "You're too stubborn to give up." he joked weakly.

You chuckled, "Precisely why you love me." You then kissed his cheek. "I love you too. I won't let anything go between us."

~~~

Thank you for requesting! I liked how this turned out--simple and sweet. Please share your thoughts. I appreciate you reading this

#one piece #one piece x reader #trafalgar law #law x reader #fluff #comfort #gn reader #mine #request #anon #stewie writes #partyanimal167

[wolfeyedwitch]

Context for AU: Basically my story Charles & Ollie (which can be read here on my blog) but vampires also exist in this world. Takes place roughly 6 months into the story, which is further than it is right now by two months or so.

— — —

Charles Durand was a world-renowned realism painter. Everyone knew that. He had made portraits for some of the most famous and powerful people on Earth. He had connections to many people and businesses, and his family had even more, being rich and somewhat famous in their own right.

So it’s no surprise he receives many gifts.

Whether it’s someone trying to get something from him, an overly enthusiastic fan, a family “friend”, or any other person Charles rather not deal with. Suffice to say, there’s many people which are annoying to Charles who give him annoying gifts.

And after his accidental acquiring of Ollie and his previously private fascination with more dark subject matter in paintings brought to light, the artist suddenly found himself with many, many, many unwanted gifts.

All of this information brings him to today. He went to speak with his secretaries to know if there was anything he had missed regarding his business and affairs, and they let him know we had received a rather large package.

A package labeled “fragile”.

A package that had breathing holes.

A package that he knew without a second guess contained a person.

Honestly, he should’ve been expecting this.

He wanted to open it up right away and let the poor thing out when one of his employees stopped him to inform with exactly what sort of person was in the box. Allegedly, it was a vampire who had been gifted to him.

A vampire that was undoubtably very injured and very hungry.

He did not open the box then and there, as much as it pained him. It would have to wait, for everyone’s safety and happiness.

He got a few of his stronger employees to help him move the box upstairs (and he promised each of them a little extra on their next paycheck, as he knew transporting humongous packages was nowhere in their job descriptions).

They deposited the box in a previously empty, extra room. He set up a bed made of many blankets and pillows stacked in a nest-like formation. He also got together some extra clothes and put them in boxes.

He’d get a proper bed and dresser and clothes soon enough, but they wouldn’t arrive right away, and he wanted to give this poor darling freedom as soon as possible.

CW: female vampire whumpee, non-con surgery, implied gore, starvation, dehumanization, it as a pronoun

---

The vampire would have whimpered in fear as it felt the box move, if it had still had the energy. Every time it thought its existence couldn't get worse, it was proven wrong.

This situation, the newest source of its terror, had been set in motion several weeks before. Its owner had been angry with it about.... something. It wasn't sure any more. It was so hard to think clearly between the starvation and fear. But its owner had been angry, and decided that they no longer wanted to keep it.

But one couldn't just abandon a pet vampire, and they weren't kind enough to kill it. As the owner had mused about what to do with it while idly tracing patterns on its skin with the tip of a silver knife, one of their friends had suggested something.

The owner and friend had apparently gone to an art show recently. The artist had depicted a scene much like what the vampire was then experiencing (blood spilling over pale skin, organs carelessly moved, hands reaching grasping pulling—) but less realistic than their usual work, apparently. The friend suggested that the artist could use a model to work from for their darker art, one that would survive to be used again and again.

The vampire.

Its owner had grinned at that idea, sharp and predatory.

Which led to the vampire being crammed into a box, curled protectively around itself. It was so hungry, its entire being seeming to shrivel in on itself.

A well-fed vampire would heal too fast to be a good model, after all.

Maybe the artist would feed it after they finished a painting? They would have to, right? If they wanted it to heal, to be a fresh canvas for the next artwork?

Or maybe they would just let it continue to starve, to dry up like fruit left in the sun. They could let it go into torpor, the death-like stillness of a starved vampire when there wasn't enough blood left in its undead body to keep it moving. It shivered at the thought. Its existence was hard enough as it was, kept contained in cells and kennels and boxes. How much worse would it be if its own body was a prison?

Well, it wouldn't have to wonder about its fate for too much longer. It was being moved again, and it could hear someone giving orders. That was probably its new owner, the artist.

Its owner would deal with it however they decided. It wasn't its place to wonder, or worry, or think.

Its only purpose was to entertain its betters.

If that came at the cost of its pain? So be it.

---

This was partially inspired by the lovely @ashintheairlikesnow's Vampire Chris AU, specifically the part with Edward Tooley. Cupcake and I were discussing having a playdate with our OCs and I thought about the painting mentioned in this piece, (the gory one that the vampire mentions hearing talked about) and vampires modeling things that would kill normal humans came to mind. One thing led to another, and here we are!

I'm not sure who all to tag for this, so let me know if you'd prefer to not be tagged for crossover pieces!

Taglist:

@kim-poce @cupcakes-and-pain @nonbinary-disaster @onlybadendings @neverthelass @its-mysweetlittlesecret-blog @ghostfacepepper @someonesnamesblog @rainbowsandwhumperflies @extemporary-whump @thecyrulik @myhusbandsasemni @heart4brains @kixngiggles @whumpsday @whumppsychology @elrysdoesstuff @towerlesskey @inkkswhumpandstuff @whumpycries @thingsthatgo-whump-inthenight @haro-whumps @pigeonwhumps @cc1010foxy @bloodinkandashes

#the heart and the hunger #crossover #charles & ollie #pet whump #slave whump #vampire whumpee #vampire whump #whump writing #celeste the vampire

[dark9896]

Splintered Blood [Steven x Reader]

Requested by @anonymous-104 😰

Seeing you shuffle forward slowly, Steven hated the edgy feeling. This was you, he shouldn't feel so uneasy as you approached. But you were still a blood breed, and you were hurt... badly.

It took every ounce of your concentration to ignore that sickenly dark call. You could easily drink your fill of fresh blood, but you weren't unhinged enough to mistake friend for foe. You knew what you needed, but you could never do that...

Steven sat up, sweating bullets and looking all around. He was still in the hospital, that fight had drained everyone to their limits. It was a miracle to get out of the Eternal Hollow alive. But the fact that Steven couldn't remember what happened, just that he woke up in the hospital... it was unnerving.

Worse yet, Steven didn't know where you were. Not knowing where you were and not knowing how they got out of the Hollow was doing a number on Steven's psyche. You were a blood breed after all, there wasn't much to suggest that you were capable of doing all of this while fending off other, seemingly more powerful blood breeds.

This whole situation had Steven on edge.

The taping on the darkened window sill didn't help any. Though the shadowy silhouette was vaguely familiar. A glint of red eyes and fangs was off-putting, but somehow Steven felt relaxed. Safe, impossibly so.

"I can't enter without permission." Your voice was calm for someone perched on a twentieth-story ledge, "Considering it's a hospital and all."

Steven couldn't get up to open the window himself, and yet, "Please, come in [Name]."

Sliding into the window, you stumbled upon landing. There was still a large wound on your side from how slowly you were getting blood. It was a delicate balance to not go after all the blood you needed to heal properly. Straightening up and approaching the bed, Steven watched every tiny movement.

"What happened?" He was ashamed that he was even slightly scared, "I don't know how I got here."

Stopping just shy of his arm, "Well, I almost lost control. But I managed to pull everyone out of there."

"And the other blood breeds?"

"I may or may not need to stay away from Libra for a while..." You rubbed the back of your head, "For everyone else's safety. I know there's at least seven more trying to track me down."

Steven sat there blinking, it was difficult to accept. Given that this could take a long time, perhaps longer than his lifetime. But he knew all too well about staying away from people to protect them.

"[Name], don't go just yet."

"I..." You tried taking another step to the open window, not wanting to leave Steven like this, "I have to... I don't want to put the rest of the hospital in danger."

"Please, just one thing."

Steven reached out, only barely capable of doing so. Beckoning you back to himself. You followed effortlessly, despite the nagging correct voice telling you to run.

Leaning over the dark-haired man, you hesitated to kiss him opting to bump foreheads instead. Slowly nuzzling, relaxing as his smell calmed you. Leaving would only be harder with every passing second, even if you could lean on Libra's help to deal with this problem... it wasn't entirely certain what would happen. And right now, they couldn't do anything until they were out of the hospital.

"You don't have to do this alone." Steven whispered, "We could help you with all these blood breeds."

Sighing softly, "Not until you're out of the hospital. And I'm trying to get this finished as fast as possible. Hopefully we won't have to be apart for too much longer."

Steven didn't want to let go, but he did. Watching you leave through the window was still heartbreaking, but he could hope you would let him help you. Steven wouldn't give the blood breeds hunting you any kind of mercy, he just needed you to let him help.

#bbb #kkss #kekkai sensen #blood blockade battlefront #steven starphase #ask

[titanicfreija]

Remote Work

"Hey, Rex, can you help me out? Display each set? Sorted by floor?"

The Ghost turned to his Guardian and blinked at him. "You need me to take notes?"

Thomas glanced at Freija, too aware of how quickly she departed for the lower floors, and he sighed. "Are you really going to be this asshole now?"

"Are you such an idiot that you need me to play dictaphone for you?"

Thomas didn't argue, instead foisting up his glaive and storming past his Ghost. "Hey, Freija!"

~

"Can you just..."

"Look, I am trying. My lift doesn't hover, it lifts."

"I know-- up. Up and to your right."

Freija obediently hopped from one bush to another and ventured around to get a better angle, and she still had to lie on her belly to hang her head low enough to see the triangle over the symbol she had named Vex.

Back at the barracks, paper covered the coffee table where Thomas had attempted to organize the collections of symbols by floor, by the ones that changed or were consistent (Only one consistent truth, and three that swapped, but those weren't the truth and lies, apparently), and he tried to guess by relation, what kind of code break they were trying for. It would help if he hadn't screwed up a transcription. Twice. And maybe a third time, but he wasn't going to admit that one until he had to have her quadruple check the top floor.

"This is giving me the worst sense of dream paralysis," Thomas observed, sipping his coffee and sitting back on the couch. "Even without the feed going direct to me, just watching you on this screen, I keep wanting to move to see better."

"Sunny made you motion sick. Pick one." Freija made her way across the top of the walls, until the sound of an impact accompanied a sudden, fast motion sideways, and Thomas could only be more irritated when the Titan used the Strand-empowered swing of her 'claw' to get back to safety without falling. And closer to her target.

"Oh, hey, fantastic," she said merrily, hopping to the next statue and lighting the pool at its feet.

"The third one is immediately to your left, hidden from where you are right now."

Rex popped in out of nowhere, literally appearing next to Thomas's head as he watched their screen. "Don't use her names. This is your chance. Her system isn't working. You can rename them while the ideas are soft."

"Limping-dot-spider is a lie."

"You can't let her do this. At least rename dot-squid, it doesn't even look like the line squid one, let alone does it look like a squid."

"We were being shot at the first times we named them," Sunny snipped over the link. "Squid worked but we were too busy to get a count on the legs."

"We can call it, 'lunch'," Freija said.

"I think it's funny," Thomas laughed. "If you mean to say you want lunch, go ahead. I've got my notes, and I should only need you to double-check for me unless I need to recategorize them. Again."

Freija hovered up to collect the sight. "Okay, this one is true. What's the truth and lies, what's sorted into those three things?"

"Well, I mean... Maybe the symbols are correct or incorrectly marked as truth or lies? I'll sort them out..." He grabbed up another piece of paper and started writing again.

"Hey, isn't this set on the second and fourth floor, too?" Freija asked. He saw her weight shift when she gestured, but he couldn't see her gesture. "Dot-spider, Vex, and C? Or not C. What's it."

"You're not wrong."

"Maybe we have to have a certain gargoyle lit when we punch it in? On each floor?"

Thomas frowned, having considered that, but not being able to find a connection between the things except for the chain of four with four symbols between them. He wrote them down one on top of the other. The one Freija called "dot spider" was true everywhere. The one called Vex was almost always a lie, except...

"So, what, are the lies truths and the truths lies?" Freija laughed through her lunch.

"If I make a breakthrough because of an off hand bad joke, I'm. Really gonna be mad at you," Thomas sighed. "Because that just helped me way too much. I think I've got it. I am gonna take another hour or so to actually get it done, but I really am sure I figured out how to solve the puzzle."

"Yup yup. Call Rise before you get here."

"Get here?"

"You're not gonna punch the buttons for yourself? Nu uh, asshole. When we open this door, you get to be on the receiving end. I just hopped around."

Thomas glanced at Rex, who vanished in a flash, and he looked back to the screen, knowing she couldn't see him even as he looked through her 'eyes'. "Thank you."

"Seriously, call Rise, too. She wants to be here for it, and she helped that little bit with the other floors."

#destiny 2 #ocs #d2 #writing #freija #scribble #thomas #imbaru engine

[sugarrushproductions]

One Was Never Meant To Be

Undercover

"Uh, you're gonna have to explain, cause that sounds kinda crazy," Hawks says, allowing only a little confusion show. He knew they're his 'superiors' but doing something like this? "Wouldn't I be better suited for search like Gran Torino and the others?"

"Where did you hear about that?" The man asked. The man in question was staring out the window, a stoic look on his face. He was always stricter president of the commission. He covered his mouth quickly, annoyed that he let that info slip. Well, he wasn't aware he wasn't supposed to know. The hero commission always hid things from everyone, especially him.

"We need your assistance," the woman standing in front of the man's desk, the president, said. "It's final Hawks. You've already proven how sharp your eyes and ears are."

"After Kamino, and the kidnapping, and attacks," the vice president said. "We've misread their strength. We rushed in at Kamino and didn't gather enough intel. Especially about those biologically engineered humans." Yeah they rushed in, but what else were they supposed to do? A kid had been kidnapped by the League, they did the best they could to get him out.

"That's where you come in. You are to infiltrate the league and find out how they get their information and what their movements are."

"And why am I the one chosen for this?" Hawks asked, keeping his tone as neutral as possible. The fact of the matter was, Hawks was already fairly sure what the reason was. Just a question of whether they'll actually say it or not. "You really want me to sit back and ignore what they're doing?"

"Well, as the youngest hero and the name you've made for yourself," the president said. "You're the only one who can."

"You're indifferent to prestige and fame, and you're focused more on your own durability," the vice president said. "We think there is no one more suitable than you." Hawks couldn't help but glare, especially since they weren't saying the real reason.

"Is this absolutely necessary?" I ask. 

"Think of it like this," the president states. "By going after them from the inside and outside, we can cut off their retreat and box them in."

"And you're asking me because I have absolutely no way of refusing you, is that right?"

"I won't try to deny you, you're not wrong there. We got lucky you weren't able to make it to the fight in Kamino." It was silent as Hawks thought for a moment. Thought about how they never mentioned the safety of the kid or the civilians. How much damage it caused. No, it was always about the bigger picture, stopping the villains.

Still, this was a necessary evil. He guessed.

"A secret investigation into the league," I say as I bow. "If getting my hands dirty will help everyone sleep better at night, I'll gladly take on the challenge." Even though he practically had no choice.

"Thank you, Hawks."

"Now, is that all? I got patrol in a few minutes." He really didn’t want to be here longer than he had to.

"Ye-" 

"No," the vice president interrupted her. "I want to give you one piece of advice."

"Ok, lay it on me," I sigh. Probably trying to tell me to not go to fast or let something slip or-

"Don't get in too deep." 

Not what he expected.

"What the hell does that mean?" He glared at Hawks, likely at his use of language. The hero found he didn’t care.

"It means that you need to remember that these people are cold and calculating. They don't care for anyone's well-being but their own."

"Obviously. What do you think I am?" 

"He's just saying it as a precaution," the president said, trying to defuse the rising tension. "We've lost many people  that way."

"Whatever." Hawks huffed, ruffled his feathers and turned to leave the room and the building. They didn't dismiss him, but he couldn't stand to be in there anymore. However, he left a single feather in the doorway to listen to what they said once he left. Hawks wanted to confirm his suspicions about why they chose him. After all, there were plenty of qualified heroes that didn’t make it to Kamino.

“Are you sure about this?” the vice president asked. 

“The risk for him turning is as much as anyone else,” the president replied. “His parentage means nothing.”

“It means everything! Like father, like son.”

“That is a mostly unfair statement. He has always shown that he’s willing to save civilians, even at five years old.” 

“I’m just saying that we need to be careful with him.”

Hawks couldn’t take it anymore and called the feather back. Like he would forget what they've done and all the people they've hurt. Like he would become a villain. Like he would be his father.

Hawks shook his head and settled his wings, wondering just how he would go about getting in the league anyway. Probably should've stayed and asked them. Didn't matter. 

He’d figure it out on his own, like always.

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#mha dabi #dabihakws #dabi my hero academia #dabihawks #pro hero hawks #hawks x dabi #dabi x hawks #mha #mha fanfiction

[pleasantspark]

Sneak Peek at the next Chapter of Drift-sama.

For a ship so small, in the vast void of space, word travels fast. Before you knew it, many bots knew of the love between the two, Drift was a little on edge from this, because he already had to deal with Ultra Magnus breathing down his neck, and the fact he was an ex-decepticon. It particularly annoyed him, because he would be in a sour mood all day.

But it all seem to go away once he sees Colbat. It was like the days worries were all gone, he could let lose around her, even then that would be ruined. The relationship discovery split into two sides of the ship, Rodimus was in favor of the relationship as for a few bots because it was what Optimus' original vision was, to have humans and cybertronians be together in harmony.

While Ultra Magnus wasn't, he was fond of order around the ship and believed that the two would cause problems, that and the fact that the two of them would bring issues along the Lost Light. Issues in the form of small tiny footsteps running around, believe it or not, he didn't want to worry about any unwanted pregnancies, he got so paranoid that he had Rodimus step in from time to time to ensure that the two weren't up to anything.

Which is, kind of weird? Anyways.

Today was the last straw for Drift, he was planning to have alone time with Colbat after a hard time, and was hoping to cuddle, and Rodimus came bursting in. Drift had no qualms with Rodimus, as he was the one who graciously provided him with the title of Second In Command, which is fine by him. But his issues lied beyond that. He hated how Ultra Magnus mistreated him as a Decepticon.

Ultra Magnus follows the rule, once a Decepticon always a Decepticon which enrages him. Rodimus asked him why exactly didn't he trust the two of them alone as the "baby making" excuse was in fact, not good enough. Ultra Magnus admitted that it was because Drift was a Decepticon and he couldn't trust Drift to revert to his old ways.

Annoyed, Drift stood up, kissed Colbat gently on the cheek and left to see Ultra Magnus.

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Drift walked down the hallways to Ultra Magnus' Office, you might be wondering why he was angry about this in the first place? Well it had to be done. It was not fair that Ultra Magnus treated him like this. He wanted to spend time with Colbat without anyone interfering. As Drift made his way to his office he took a deep breath and knocked on the door of Ultra Magnus' Office.

"Come in." Ultra Magnus' voice boomed. Drift walked in, and Magnus' optics narrowed, as he placed his pen down, "Oh, it's you." He said.

"Yes, it's me, I came here as Drift the Autobot. Not Deadlock the Decepticon." Drift said, Ultra Magnus sighs.

"Right... What do you want? I have paperwork I have to complete by the end of this cycle, make it quick." Ultra Magnus said.

"...I don't like how you're restricting me and Colbat-san from being together." Drift said.

"Why's that, elaborate." Ultra Magnus said.

"To clarify, you have Rodimus come check in on us, and it's killing the aura I have set up between me and Colbat-san." Drift said.

Ultra Magnus groaned, and rubbed his helm, "Look, we have these restrictions in place to prevent unnecessary actions from occuring." Ultra Magnus explained.

"You don't understand do you? You're lying about your real motive, you're just worried that an ex-con can kill a human, because that's all I am to you! A filthy, dirty, Decepticon!" Drift said, his vision was becoming cloudy but he wanted his point to get across.

Ultra Magnus growled, "I'm enforcing these rules to make sure nothing is out of place on this ship! You being a former Decepticon has nothing to do with it!" Magnus snapped.

"You admitted to Rodimus why are you lying straight to my face about these things!" Drift argues back, tears began to stream down his face, it was clear he was unable to hold back them.

Ultra Magnus sighs and looked at Drift, "It's not that, it's the safety of Colbat. She's a human and we're far bigger than her. It's virtually unheard of a bot to be in a relationship with a human. Because you're 20ft and she's..." Ultra Magnus began.

"5'1". Colbat-san is 5'1" tall." Drift said.

"Right, I worry with any move done to her, regardless of intention or not- could cause grave injury, and Ratchet isn't medically qualified yet for human related medical care. I prioritize safety above anything else. Especially after the incident with Whirl." Ultra Magnus said.

Drift understood, hell, he was present during that time when Whirl had a brief scuffle with Colbat. But that shouldn't be enforced on him too. He knew better.

"I'm asking for you to lift the restrictions, me and Colbat-san deserves our privacy and you've got to trust me, I won't intentionally harm Colbat-san. I'm not like Whirl." Drift said.

"...If I do, you have to promise nothing bad will happen, okay?" Ultra Magnus asked.

"I promise, Ultra Magnus-sama." Drift said. Ultra Magnus sighed.

"Okay, I'll lift it, if I find out anything bad happened you'll be in big trouble." Ultra Magnus said.

"Oh, I'll assure you, Magnus-sama nothing bad will happen! Colbat-san is in good servos!" Drift said, heading out the door to go back to Colbat.

#transformers #transformers drift #idw mtmte #mtmte drift #idw drift #transformers idw #transformers mtmte #maccadam #zephyrith's writing corner #[ 💕] ; txt

[0119stories]

Part 3 of D-Day <3

D-Day 2: A New..... Friend?

After we escaped from the place we had a new companion along the way but still, we couldn't be precise if she was actually a friend like she says she is because for all we know she could be working for “them”......

We kept our eye out for her for any suspicious activity and so far we have no proof and we couldn't just search her...... I mean isn't that like invasion of privacy?! We were walking down a empty street with rusted cars and wrecked buildings, or so we thought we were.

Something in the wind told us that we weren't alone in this part of the streets.....

We took out our guns slowly and just like our suspicions we were right, a 7.62 mm caliber bullet just shot out from the roof but where?! A sniper glint... Bingo! This wasn't a abandoned place, this was a hunting ground. I whipped out my gun while my friend snuck up behind, I told the girl to stay put. Bullets were fired and it's enough to say it attracted many undead mofos, we caught the one shooting at us but there was bad news, a horde was coming our way and there was a big one

The biggest undead was coming our way, this was bad and we had to flee. We call the big one “X-specimen” and there's a reason we call it that.....

We got the girl and had the guy shooting us and we ran as fast as we can, it was a good thing that they weren't fast or we were dead before we could even get to safety, after a few hours of running and getting to safety we asked the guy why he shot at us and he said; “Well you got to look out for yourself and survive with everything you have, right?” he says it with a grin on his face, “Why you little mother f-” you stop your friend before he could even finish the sentence and you tell him; Tell us who you are and- “I ain't telling you shit mate, I ain't telling you anything” he interrupts with a grin on his face, your friend pushes you aside and tells the guy; “TELL or your head will be gone like the speed of light” the man gulps and tells everything he knows and he also has been taking every last detail about every undead he comes across with, especially “X-specimen” or X for short. “I think it was good that we picked this guy up” your friend jokingly tells but as soon as I was about to say another word, we noticed the girl was gone?! Where could she have gone?..... We were in visible confusion that we didn't even know where to start looking for her.

We retraced every step but still don't know where to find her.....

As we were looking all over the place, we found prints, foot prints to be precise. We followed the prints without any further discussion, we followed it hoping that we would find her, we followed the foot prints onto a.....lab?! Could she be inside? Only one way to find out

We got in the lab and saw things we did not expect to see, let's just hope she's in here.......

Part 3 of D-Day. Like for D-Day 3: The Lab <333

#d day #post apocalypse #survive #zombie

[ao3-deviance]

My Siren Doesn't Sing

A.S.A.H. (All Sharks Are Himbos) Part 1

(Also on AO3)

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"Hey, Bakugou!" 

Bakugou hissed at the bull shark mer, flicking his tail at him aggressively, but not actively chasing him away. The other took that as welcome, swimming up alongside him. 

"How's it going?" 

"Fuck off," Bakugou barked, voice an indelicate screech. 

Kirishima chuckled, swimming a little closer. "I found something really cool," he sing-songed, digging in the bag of kelp he had slung across the bag. He offered it to Bakugou, who reluctantly took it to inspect it. 

It was shiny, which made Bakugou internally curse. The shark mer was catching on to Bakugou's weakness for shiny things. This was some kind of golden metal, fashioned into a cuff of some kind. 

"There was a matching one!" Kirishima was quick to add, showing the other. "They look kind of like bracers, maybe? I thought they looked cool, but they're too small for my wrists. So maybeyouwouldliketohavethem?"

His words mashed together at the end, but Bakugou knew what he'd said. He also knew what it meant. Kirishima had offered things to Bakugou before, trinkets and gizmos from his scouting adventures when he went deep into the ocean, well past the safety of the city, but this wasn't a cool shell or pearl. To give something else to another mer, someone unrelated, someone viable and of your own brooding season, and for that something to be something they wear, visible like jewelry…

Bakugou glanced up, taking in the nervous shark mer. Kirishima's tail had more than five feet on his, and the mer's upper body was layered with muscles that Bakugou's lithe siren biology would never be able to compete with. Sirens were colorful, bright, meant to be soft and welcoming and inviting, until they had you and the claws and teeth came out and they dug and tore and weren't so pretty anymore. Sharks were usually gray tones, ambush predators with strong tails that could propel them through the water fast, could keep up the chase for a while, could take a hit as easily as deliver one. Kirishima was an anomaly, painstaking dying his hair red every other week to add a bit of color to his body. It made him easier to spot, but the shark mer was fast enough and strong enough it didn't seem to matter. Bakugou had seen him fight; Kirishima wasn't just a beast, he was a legend among their brood. 

Bakugou clutched the bracers in his hands, watching the twitch of Kirishima's tail as he tried to keep still. 

"Why would you want to court me?" 

Bakugou wouldn't be a good mate. He didn't simper and primp, he didn't care about his appearance beyond function. He kept himself barnacle and algae-free, but he didn't use any paints on his face like some of the other sirens, didn't sunbathe while he sang to give himself an exotic glow. His skin was pale, paler than most of the normal mers even, and he never sang. He hunted for his food like a shark, snagging it with a burst of speed before it even had time to react to seeing his vivid coloration that looked like explosions on the water, orange and red and yellow and gold. 

"Because you're perfect," Kirishima blurted out, passionate and defensive, before he immediately stuttered, turning as red as his hair. Bakugou blinked, blindsided by such a statement and by how vehemently he'd stated it. "I-I-I mean. Like. Perfect for me, you know? Like, you're so smart and you teach me stuff and it sticks, and you're really cool, and manly, and pretty. And I just kind of thought maybe we mesh well? Like, you seem to be okay with me being around and I can bring you other cool things, and I--"

"Stop. Fucking hell, just stop," Bakugou cut him off, hiding his face with his hand and surely causing the water around him to steam with his embarrassment. 

"Sorry," Kirishima mumbled, and whoa, okay, no, Bakugou did not like that tone in his voice. "I should--"

"I don't mean no," Bakugou cut him off again, "I just meant for you to shut up spewing embarrassing shit."

Kirishima seemed to perk up a little and Bakugou was really understanding why so many people called them shark puppies. "If you don't mean no…" he said carefully, one sharp snaggletooth poking over his lip adorably, "does that mean you accept?" 

Bakugou's fingers brushed over the bracers. They were bright, shiny. No doubt the other had cleaned them. He thought about being with Kirishima. Bakugou wasn't some simpering omega who'd let someone else do all the heavy-lifting, they would be a true mated pair, partners. Equals. He could see that with Kirishima. The shark mer, while much physically stronger and bigger, had never made Bakugou feel lesser or acted like he couldn't do just as much damage as him. Kirishima took him seriously as a threat, he respected him, and Bakugou couldn't deny that he respected the shark mer too. He might not always agree with his 'manly' code, but it was definitely admirable for Kirishima to have morals he followed so stringently. 

"Alright," Bakugou said, slipping the bracers onto his wrists. "I accept your courtship initiation."

Kirishima squeaked, not even looking embarrassed as he swam around, circling Bakugou in a show of joy before he gathered him into his arms and hugged him tightly. 

"Thank you! I promise to be the best partner you could ever dream of!" He bumped his nose against Bakugou's chin, sharp teeth gently biting down without breaking skin. Bakugou sighed, relenting to the strange ritual, and he nipped Kirishima's jaw back. 

"You'll have to show me how sharks court," he said. "I'm not doing it the siren way."

Kirishima blinked curiously. "How do sirens do it?" He asked innocently. 

"They sing," Bakugou deadpanned. "Siren mates are immune to each other's song. But I don't sing." He glared. "Don't ever expect me to sing."

"That's okay," Kirishima nodded. "I know all the shark courting rules! I can show you. And I like you even without hearing you sing." He nuzzled his neck and Bakugou absolutely did not feel his gills flutter at the admission. "Meant it, you know," Kirishima mumbled against his shoulder. "You're perfect for me, Katsuki. I've been hoping you liked me too for ages."

"Why are you so embarrassing?" Bakugou groaned. 

"Nope, you're stuck with me now," Kirishima grinned. His tail swished in the water happily, his thicker shark hide rough when it hit Bakugou's fins in the wrong direction. Bakugou grumbled, wrapping his more flexible tail around Kirishima's and forcing him to calm down a little. The shark mer's face went red again but he stopped wiggling, both of them now lazily treading water, curled together. 

"I guess I can deal with that," Bakugou said with a grin. 

"Huh?"

Kirishima looked lost, blinking down at him. Bakugou barked out a laugh. 

"Fucking idiot. You, I can deal with being stuck with you." 

Kirishima grinned happily. "Yeah?" 

"Just fucking said so," Bakugou rolled his eyes. "All sharks this dumb or is mine special?"

Kirishima shivered, showing too many teeth when he smiled. "Yours?"

Bakugou snorted. "Obviously, you dumb fucking himbo. Now come on, you've got some courtship rituals to show me."

"Yeah!"

#kiribaku #bakushima #bakugou katsuki #kirishima eijirou #merman kirishima #merman bakugou #all sharks are himbos #my writing #100 #200

[zuffer-weird-girl]

I may be hella afraid of birds but that wont stop me from making this.

Injured wing

The poor thing was in the balcony of the apartment. Making sounds and flapping their wings at ferocity to try to take flight again as you watched in pity.

Taking a warm towel from the dryer, your boyfriend's one since it was the comfier to be exact, you picked up the squirming little brow winged creature and took inside. You didn't had the heart to leave it out there, especially due to the snow.

While taking things out of cabinets, you didn't noticed your phone buzzing with the notifications of a certain... top hero calling you.

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"A nightingale." You mused as you read on the internet what type of bird was now having fun on bathing on q small pot of water and singing to its heart content "How adorable!" You gushed as it shock out of the droplets of water as you carefully put a sorta of a tiny sling on a popsicle stick to mantain its feather that seemed to be broken stood on place.

"Sorry buddy, guess you're gonna have to stay like this for some time." The bird seemed to calculate your words before tweaking as you giggled at its cuteness.

That is until you heard the door opening and clicking shut.

Fuck. Keigo.

You grabbed the bird delicately and put it on a box filled with a soft towel and placed on your bed before going to open the bedroom's door to see a soaked wet, hair flat and worried hero with a frow.

"Is this some sorta of revenge or what? I was worried sick (Y/n)! You weren't answering your phone so I thought something happened." You picked your phone in confusion.

"You did?" Shit "oh..."

"Yeah. 'Oh.'" He crossed his arms before sighing cupping your cheeks "Why did you stood me up? I thought we were going to have dinner together on that restaurant."

"God!" You face palmed "I totally forgot! I'm so sorry Kei!" You whined as he let out a chuckle.

"Is fine. Although I would like if you compesate for m-"

Before he could finish his sentence, you both froze when a couple of chirps were heard. You analyzed his expression and soon giggled in nervousness at seeing his wings puff up in alarm.

"Was that.. was that a chirp?" He yed you, his pupils dilated as you took a step back with a smile.

"I.. I dont know? Maybe they are out there singing." You rolled your eyes and sweated when he towered over you as you kinda protected the nightingale inside the box with your body.

Yet the chirps intensified...

"There is a bird in here." Hawks more accused than asked as you giggled in nervousness once again.

"A bird? Why would a bird be-" the nightingale manage to escape the box and tweaked at both of you "...here."

"What is he doing in here?" He asked, if you didn't know Keigo enough, you could assume he was... unpleasant.

That's why you were so hesitant on showing the little nightingale to him in the first place when he showed up. You werent blind, and knew Keigo had some bird attics that showed up here and there. It wasn't as frequent as it would be however he was resting if the commission hadn't somehow put their hands on it. But Keigo didn't hold much strings around you. So... you could clearly see that your boyfriend wasn't happy when another one of "his kind", especially a male, he could tell somehow it was a male by the chirping dont ask why, was beneath the same rooftop as him with his partner alone.

"Is here because he is injured Kei, he needs some treatment." You cupped your hands together for the nightingale climb in it as Hawks hlardd holes at the little thing.

"Take him to the vet or something kid, this ain't a clinic." You flinched at his words but still remained strong.

"No I am not." You said "I dont know if they are going to sacrifice him or not Kei, I cant take chances."

"Do you even know how to take care of a bird in the first place dove?!" He asked, hands up as his wings puffed even more which made you snort and arch an eyebrow at him as the fella in your hands chirped.

"Well, I do have some knowledge of wings. And have to take care of one on daily basics." You giggled at the expression of shock and insulted Keigo did before walking off and leaving him groaning and sulking at knowing you wouldn't get rid of that street bird...

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"Keigo Takami." He froze when he heard his full name coming from your mouth "Put that phone down. That little bird is going to stay until it gets better." He did just as you said with an eyeroll before pouting in anger at seeing the bird at your shoulder.

That's his place to put his chin on and snuggle your neck with his face. His.

"And you have to carry that thing whenever you go now? That must suck." He tried to joke, leaning with crossed arms on the kitchen counter as before his face completely fell as you simply chuckled and said it didn't bother you at all.

"Seriously?" He asked in disbelief before grabbing his mug taking a few gulps before you widened your eyes and giggling "What are you laughing at?"

"Is just that mug was full of water early and maybe our little friend may have took a bath in it." Your boyfriend stood up so fast and soon you heard disgusting noises of vomiting .

"For god's sake KEIGO I WASHED IT!"

"I DONT CARE THAT THING SHOULDN'T BE BATHING ON MY STUFF WHAT THE HECK?!"

You sighed, waiting for your boyfriend to be back as you feed the little bird with some seeds carefully, soon being met with Keigo, still brushing his teeth.

"Drama king." You chuckled as he groaned "You know he is not a thing Kei, is a nightingale."

"Great knowing it." He said with a mouthful of toothpaste before spitting into the trash, saying something about not dirtying his bathroom with other birds germs or something.

He looked at you a bit in defeat at seeing you feeding the bird as you noticed his wings drooping a bit.

"What is wrong now bird brain?" You giggled at his expression.

"You should be feeding me ... your boyfriend." You snorted before picking a sunflower seed and showing it to him.

"I thought you didn't liked this stuff?" Yoh asked cheekily as he groaned.

"There is chicken, takoyaki, nuggets heck everything that I eat!"

The bird chirped and you nodded thoughtfully as he stared at you in confusion.

"Cannibalism. I agree."

"Oh cmon I thought we were over this..." he sighed before getting something from the fridge as he scowled at the chirps following after.

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He glared at the bird chirping a song as you hummed in delight at the sound, staring lovely at the nightingale.

"Oh cmon Kei!" You poked his cheeks which was puffed "You have to admit is a amazing sound! Nightingales are famous for that!"

"Hawks are famous for other things too y'know?" He grumbled before widening his eyes at seeing you werent giving him attention, instead grabbing your phone and recording the nightingale's chirping.

"Hm? What did you say Kei?" You looked up at him with that smirk which made him scoff and stood up with crossed arms and going to the kitchen.

You stiffled your giggled, going to your pouting boyfriend and hugging him lovingly after putting the injured bird back to safety.

"You're really jealous huh?" You carresed his chest as he breathed in and out, cheeks red at being so obvious about his feelings.

"Is a form of flirting birds singing to their mates. That little shit." He mumbled, earning you a laugh that made him smile as feeling you peppering kisses all over his neck and jawline before he caught your lips with his.

You broke apart with a goofy smile as he chuckled before deadpanning at hearing chirps before puffing and straightening his wings on all glory before shouting at the nightingale:

"GO GET YOURSELF A PARTNER! THIS ONE IS TAKEN YOU PIECE OF CRAP!"

You never laughed so hard in your life. A sound that, for Keigo at least, was far more beautiful than any chirping, singing or melody on this whole world.

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After a few days you saw Keigo's hatred for the nightingale easing slowly but surely. Yet you never thought that coming home late on one of Keigo's day off, you would see your boyfriend, layed on the couch with a finger up holding the bird he claimed to hate it and whistling some similiar tone along with the nightingale's chirping.

You stared in shock yet awe at the look of your boyfriend directed to the bird as the sounds came out of his lips before chuckling.

"Your wing soon will be better by the looks of it. Isn't (Y/n) a great nurse?" He mumbled, a sadness deep down on his gaze as he saw the bird clapping the wing that wasn't wrapped up "You got freedom and my dove's attention bud, how could you and (Y/n) not expect me to get jealous?" He chuckled sadly as you frowned, walking slowly towards him, pretending to not overheard his monologue.

"Hey pretty thing, back already?" His cheeky smile was back as you looked at it in awe before kneeling in front of the couch he was layed on and kissing him deeply, making him close his eyes in bliss and pull you closer with his free hand by the neck.

You broke apart as he panted with a glossy yet pleased look. Ignoring the chirps for a bit, you carresed his golden looks as he closed his eyes with a smile.

"Redeeming yourself for giving attention to this bird and not me for these past few weeks?" He murmured happily yet drowsily as you giggled and kissed his forehead softly.

"You could say that bird brain." You stopped for a bit, hearing him whine miserably for you to get back, cupping your hands for the bird to get in.

"Cmon..." he whined, arm dropped over his face as the other rested on him until he felt you tugging on his shirt.

"Just get up lazy, I'm giving you all the attention you want." At this, you saw his golden eyes practically glow in bliss as he stood up as fast as he could.

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He stretched his arms as he sitted up on the bed. Hair untamed and eyes unfocused until they dropped on the bird that had exited his box and was flapping both of his wings. Both.

"Huh. You look all better." He smirked as he felt you shift and rest your chin on his shoulder with a drowsy look.

"Who is better?" You mumbled before he pointed at the bird jumping and trying to take flight.

"Your friend there." You squealead as hs chuckled, grabbing the nightingale in one hands as he unwrapped the the made up sling as he waited patiently for the little fella to flap its wings and fly just a few centimeters above his palm.

"Cmon dove." He ushered you to follow him on the balcony as he had a gentle hold on the nightingale "Go little buddy, being stuck on a unknown place forever isn't goog for anyone."

And with a little movement of his hand, the nightingale took flight with beautiful chirps that made you smile but soon look at your boyfriend with a sad smirk as he watched the little bird fly away.

It wasn't sadness because he got attached to the nightingale. It was because that, even a small bird as he, could be free and not him. A grow up man that had a partner but was still caged by the comission...

You carresed his arm before hugging it and placing a sweet kiss to his cheek which brought his attention back to you.

"How about some hot cocoa my handsome? You still got some minutes stuck with me until you go to work." You said softly in Hope's to cheer him up.

He looked at you in some sorta of shock before chuckling and bringing you close enough to him to hear his heart beat and feel his warm yet chapte lips on your forehead.

"Being stuck with you is the only way that keeps me going to be honest."

#hawks x reader #hawks x y/n #x reader #keigo takami x reader #hawks #keigo takami #bnha fanfiction #bnha fanfics #bnha heroes x reader #zuffer writings