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long-live-astronerd-ghost-king · 17 days

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DPXDC: I wanna be like most girls ghosts.

or Danny: What should I do to make my mom happy?

or ~Danny deserves a little teenage rebellion as a treat~

Maddie: I just want this damned Phantom to stop pretending to be a hero! All ghosts are pure evil, who is he trying to deceive? Danny: Oh, really? And Danny took it personally.

It’s not Danny’s fault that he’s a good kid and wants to make his parents happy. But why would he have to be a monster to make them happy? Why must they hate him to be happy?

Danny’s obsession was going crazy.

Well, when your own parents call you a monster in the face, it hurts. Why do they always believe that only their opinion is the absolute truth? They have no idea how much worse things would be if at least some of the ghosts really behaved the way Maddie and Jack think they’re supposed to. If he really is evil by nature, is there any point in fighting his own fate? They want to see him as a villain, he will become one. He will. He just needs a little help and practice. And not bring it to the level when Clockwork has to clean up his mess. Poor guy is without a vacation for how long? Couple of millennia?

Johnny 13: Sup. Danny: F*ck off, Johnny, I’m not in the mood. Busy thinking about world domination. Get out of here or I’ll call Kitty. Johnny 13: What’s wrong? You’re usually so grouchy only towards the end of the week. Danny: Nothing. Just parents. Again. They are wonderful but I can’t help but feel sometimes that they, em… Johnny 13: Suck? Danny: Right…Damn. I’m a terrible son. Maybe something is wrong with me. Johnny 13: What? No, no, dude. You’re just growing up. And you’re a little late, usually teenagers go through that stage before they graduate. Well, you’ve probably been busy with other issues, so just missed it. Danny: I wonder whose fault it is. Aren’t there ghosts who enjoyed to ruin my life in the middle of school day?

Johnny 13: Oh, bother. Anyway, you’re entering a beautiful time of emancipation, where you’re going to shape your own view of life and, along the way, to get drunk on cheap alcohol at parties, maybe to go to jail and to become the greatest disappointment to your family..And then you will be ashamed to remember it for about the next ten years. Danny: Well, it looks like I’ve already done two out of three additional things. Great success. Johnny 13: When did you get drunk? Danny: I didn’t. Johnny 13: Oh. Want to fix that? Danny: What? No. What an idiot wants to add a headache to his problems? Johnny 13: Well, your loss, then I’ll go terrorize the bars of Gotham alone and no one can stop me. Let’s see what your boyfriend will say about it. ~~~~~ Danny: Bartender, another shot of Dead Man’s Fingers, please. Red Hood: Babe, haven’t you had enough? Danny: Have you ever felt that no matter how hard you try, no matter how many sacrifices you make, in their eyes you’ll always be nothing more than a monster? Nothing more than a mistake? Oh, Death doesn’t give people like me a break. Red Hood: …I’ll have what he’s having. *gives the bartender a sign to switch the rum shots to a batburger milkshake for them, and starts talking to Danny so that he doesn’t understand Hood's scams*

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Johnny 13: Other people’s kids are growing up so fast. It seems like yesterday he didn’t know how to shoot ectoblast, and now.. Kitty: Stop trying to make me feel bad, we’re leaving. Johnny 13: But the boy needs our support, honey boo!

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Danny: I'm fine. Really, I am. This isn’t the first time mom’s called me a monster. She often called me that when she was upset with my behavior in my childhood. Huh, it's even funny. Jason: There’s nothing funny about that. Danny: No, you don’t understand. Looking back, I was really a very active child and didn’t know when to stop. Not surprisingly that I often annoyed my parents. They’re very busy people, and Jazz couldn’t always keep an eye on me. And I was often afraid to go to sleep alone because there were shadows in the darkness of my room. Well, I used to think they were. But I pretended everything was okay to not distract parents from work. Jason: Hey, it’s not your fault. You were a child. Obviously, kiddo requires a lot of attention, they must have understood that. You are the second child in the family, right? Danny: Well, Jazz was different. I don’t know. Anyway, I thought if the monsters behind the curtain and under the bed were just like me, well, according to my mom, you know, then they wouldn’t want to hurt me. And since they look after me, they are friends. So I kinda greeted all the suspicious noises and howls. Huh, I was a strange kid. Jason: If you smile at someone in the dark alley right now that someone is more likely to wet themselves or faint. Danny: Rude! I’m not that scary. Admit that I’m adorable. Do it right now. Jason: Stunning, darling. But still carry a gun and a knife, please. My childhood taught me that what's hiding in the dark is worth beating up. Danny: Come on, what should I be afraid of? Death? Anyway, I want to try this shit. Like, the inevitable one. Being a bad boy, you know? Hood *raises eyebrows*. Danny: Oh damn it man, I'm talking about ghostliness. I want to try to be like most of dead ones. I want to unleash my side of the trickster and the villain. But only a little bit. I have to be supervised so that things don't go too far. Would you help me, honey?

~~~~~2 hours later~~~~

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Goons used to expect a lot of weirdness from working with the boss.

Sometimes Bruce Wayne would go into their base and yell at the Red Hood like he's one of his kids. Of course Wayne's well-known as 'Gotta adopt them all' but the guy must really suffer from insomnia to count the Red Hood into his brood of chicks several times. Sometimes the boss would fight Robin or Nightwing over differences in morals…or for biscuits. It varied from moment to moment. Sometimes the boss caught the local street children, fed them and taught them to steal correctly. And most of the foundlings stayed with them under their protection.

To make a long story short, Red Hood is not the typical crime lord that some of them had to deal with before. Which is a blessing. Thanks Lord for the health insurance. But still the crime lord. Which means he's still scary, and sometimes deadly.

Anyway, when the boss brought in a guy who looked more civilian than any civilian in the whole Gotham and said he was going to be their intern, they thought it was a joke at first. Despite the fact that Hood was not in the habit of joking while working.

The teenager was too well-mannered and sweet to come from Crime Alley. Phil thought the guy was gonna run when he saw the first murder, Jessica didn’t think the domestic boy wouldn’t chicken out at the sight of a fight. But arguing with a boss’s orders in their profession is like asking for a bullet in the head, so these conversations were taking place outside of their boss's sight. God, how can they teach him anything? What do you take from a boy who’s only good to do the coffee run? Fenton will fall if they’ll give him something heavier than 10 pounds. And then boss will yell at them because he treats the new guy like a princess on a pea. Well, at least that’s what they thought until the boss decided to give the new guy his own assignments:

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Red Hood: So, what have you learned during your internship, my young Padawan? Danny: Well, it looks like I’m gonna suck at being a criminal mastermind. I think I may have to find myself some other profession. Red Hood: Come on, you just need a little more practice. Danny: Thank you but I don’t think that’s fit my obsession that good. Don't misunderstand me, I wanna be like most ghosts. But I was wrong to go to hit that goal only base on human stereotypes about my nature. Red Hood: What a pity. The newbies just learned not to flinch when you walk in. But, to be honest, I'm not gonna miss the adrenaline-boosting roller coaster of you at work. Danny: Oh, and I guess to hold on to the concept of humanity was really stupid too. I clearly no longer fit in and I’m finally ready to accept that. So, hopefully, if you get into trouble, you can rely on my ghostliness and call for help. I am the spirit of many talents and of my word. I can haunt your enemies or walk through the walls of Arkham Asylum. Whatever you need, I’ll be here. Red Hood: I’ll bear that in mind.

#dpxdc prompt #dpxdc au #dpxdc memes #dpxdc crossover #dc x dp #dp x dc #dpxdc #dcxdp #dead on main #dead on main ship #alcohol

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dear-ao3 · 2 months

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well good day to all of you. i have a tale. a classified, certified absolute god tier disaster of a tale.

at the ripe hour of 6:45 am i was awoken from my slumber by a Noise. what sort of noise? you might be asking.

the sort of noise that usually accompanies my father getting up at the ass crack of dawn and trying not to turn on the tap loudly so that he doesnt wake us up.

for one blissful moment i thought that i was at home, in my bed, and all was right with the world.

and then i remembered that i live approximately four hours away from my parents and all is not right with the world.

so i did what any person would do. waited for the noise to go away.

but it did not.

so i investigated. in all my bleary eyed glory.

and found that my bathroom ceiling light was pissing.

not just a little either.

a severe, unauthorized amount of water was streaming out of my bathroom light fixture.

so after banging on katyas door and finding a bucket and throwing on a sweatshirt i dragged my tired ass down to the front desk and reported the tea as it were.

now one thing you need to know about our building is that it is old. the second thing you need to know about our building is that the maitenance guys (we call them the boys) are absolutely incredible, like tumblr funny guy posts but irl, however they take for fucking ever to respond to any situation.

this time though, nothing was in clear danger of exploding or lighting on fire. so we made some breakfast. drank some coffee. watched the bucket that we had put in the bathroom fill up with water. and we waited.

and waited.

and waited some more.

then i noticed that if you stepped on some of our kitchen floor tiles they started squelching.

so back downstairs i went and explained the tea as it were once again.

and let it be known, that i worked for two very solid and very miserable years as a resident assistant in college. i know all about the woes of people complaining to you to fix things that you cannot fix and you cannot tell them when it will be fixed because the person who needs to do the fixing is otherwise indisposed. so my general attitude towards this whole situation was "hey man you can't make this better for me and im really not pressed about it as long as someone eventually comes and sorts out my pissing ceiling." which is a great attitude to have in this general situation. and especially so because it was about to get even more strange.

at approximately 9:30am our apartment was graced by the presence of one of the boys. the maintenance man. we will call him james.

we have encountered james before. he delt with our fuse box nearly exploding. that situation was not nearly as chill as this one was.

hes also incredible.

so he comes in and he goes "hey how's it going" and i say "well you know things are just leaking!"

he proceeds to tell us that the fridge in the apartment above us had a connection pipe that froze and exploded some how and that managed to leak all into our apartment. not nearly what i was expecting but hey! at least they know what's going on!

we tell him about the squelching tiles and he says that he will bring us a dehumidifier after he turns off the water and deals with the mess of the fridge above us. we say ok great! this is wonderful!

and he goes to leave the apartment. out of habit i had locked the door when he entered. he goes "aw man did you lock me in?"

and i say

"oh sorry!"

and he pauses.

and he looks at our door in disbelief. perhaps even utter horror.

and this, my lovely audience, is what he was looking at:

surprisingly. he was not staring at the entertainment for man and horse plaque that katya and i found while thrifting. nay. he was staring at the unfortunate combination of the printed photo of lando norris and max verstappens face.

now why are lando norris and ax verstappen on the back of my door? you might be asking. you might even be asking who they are.

and if youve been following the lore of this blog, you might recognize them as formula 1 drivers. lando norris of course being a mclaren driver and max verstappen being the reigning world champion of team red bull.

and how did they wind up on my door? well at christmas katya thought it would be funny to put a picture of lando norris on top of our christmas tree and so we got one printed at cvs but when you get wallet sized photos printed they print you four of them so we ended up with four of the same photo of lando. one went on the tree, one went to my sister, one is in our bathroom and now one is on the back of our door.

as for max. well. katyas partner drinks red bull and he was on the red bull box so we cut him out and stuck him there. neither of us are particularly big max fans, it was just funny.

but anyway. i digress.

james is standing there staring at this array of perplexing stuff and goes.

"really? him??"

and i go

"yeah..." not knowing what else to say.

and james turns. and he looks at us. and he goes. and i shit you the absolute fuck not.

"now what's wrong with lewis hamilton???"

(sir lewis hamilton being the mercedes f1 driver, 7 time world champion and absolute icon)

and katya and i go

"oh no no! we love lewis hamilton! we just respect him too much to put him on the door!"

which is true

and james goes "now what did you think of him going to ferrari?"

and i say "i thought it was an interesting choice"

and katya says "i was surprised."

and james says "you and me both" and then he shuts the door behind him.

katya and i look at eachother. and we both fall to the floor in fits of laughter.

let it be known that james has come face to face with a giant tapestry of mr worldwide mr 305 pitbull himself that is in our bathroom, on several occasions, and yet, he chooses to comment on our choice of formula 1 driver that is taped to the back of our door.

im still in a state of disbelief. my ceiling is still pissing. my floor is still squelching. and my maintenance man felt the need to call our my choice of formula 1 driver at 9:30 on a saturday morning.

#not a tag #from saph #help #what #f1 #lando norris #sir lewis hamilton

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minimallyminnie · 9 months

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Lipstick Stains

Gn Reader leaving tiny remnants of themselves on Diasomnia

Tw: None but if you don’t like reader wearing lipstick I suggest you read something else…

Characters: Malleus Draconia, Lilia Vanrouge, Silver Vanrouge (I will die by this.), Sebek Zigvolt

Malleus Draconia

Ok, ok, it wasn’t like you were the bigger person in the relationship but you two needed to get to class!

It was sweet that he spared a few minutes just to talk to you in the morning near the emptier area of the busy hallway

He could after all teleport away

But he needed to get back to class asap! You knew his class times by heart and currently, he had a minute left!

You told him to go to class five minutes ago…but he gave you those eyes and you couldn’t refuse

“Tsuntaro, you need to go!!”

Damn those pretty emerald eyes of his!

While he’s talking with you, you take some time to just put a layer of your favorite lipstick on, rolling it smoothly on your lips

When you finished putting it away, he’s still talking and you know he’s about to get in trouble with Trein soon!

“Silver was ecstatic when he saw the red dragon, almost fell back if not for Seb-“

You kissed him on the cheek, imprinting a kiss mark on his cheek

He blinks for a second speechless as he sees your smudged lips. His cheeks grow a soft pink. Connecting the dots, he warmly laughs

“It’s that time huh? My apologies dear, I’ll be getting going.”

Before he teleports, he wraps a hand around your waist and kisses you. When he pulls back, he whispers

“Could I have more of your kisses later my love?”

Lilia Vanrouge

Absolutely just adores your time with him

Doesn’t matter how, when, or why, just adores it and is willing to take as much as he can get

Both of you are just so lovey dovey

(Silver has complicated feelings with his friend possibly being his step parent…)

He always adorns you with compliments but…since he’s in light music club, course he’s going to get a lot of fans

“Awh, jelly of me my love~?”

“Hmph.”

One time you read a fan mail from one of the students from Nobel Bell and oh boy, that letter felt like it was from a classic romance movie with how sugary sweet it was

Lilia laughed when he saw your annoyed face at the letter

So, before one of his concerts you put on a layer of pigmented lipstick, pulled him to the side, and kissed his face all over

You then stood back panting a bit from how fast you kissed him before looking up and admiring the shocked expression on Lilia’s face

“Oh my great sevens…”

He chuckled before pulling you in a kiss again

“My, my…Had I known you were so jealous, I would’ve made it known you are my significant other….”

Silver Vanrouge (I will die for this.)

Head over heels, he’ll be your sleeping beauty however long you want him to be

Silver is the type to always try to protect his significant other, so he’ll always be by your side when he can if he’s not with Malleus

Because of his curse though…he feels bad that most of the time he spends with you, he’s sleeping

Makes him feel really upset, he brought it up once when you crossed paths one day

“I…I really do want to spend time with you. I hate this…I can’t keep my eyes open sometimes…”

“Sil…”

His upset face made your heart ache.

In the afternoon, during both your free times, you two went near the forest to have a picnic

Of course, he fell asleep again but you didn’t mind

You smiled as he slept in your lap and then you pulled a tube of lipstick out, layering it on your lips

Then, you pressed kiss after kiss on Silver’s face softly.

He wakes up when you kiss his lips, a smile gracing your face. You take your phone out and tapped on the camera app to show him

“I feel like an art piece. I guess so since you’re the artist behind this after all.”

He sits up and smiles at you, kissing you gently on your head

“Thank you for this…Would it be selfish if I asked for even more?”

Sebek Zigvolt

Ah. There we go. Loudest man on Earth in Wonderland.

He’s surprisingly a soft and gentle lover, very sweet but still having his usual loud and boisterous personality

Sebek doesn’t mind your soft touches or gentle kisses as long as it’s not in front of Master Malleus!

(Who really is more entertained by it than annoyed…)

He’s like those strict knights, following every rule by the book to please his master!

“Master Malleus Sama!!”

“Sebby, he’s ok. Don’t worry!”

You don’t mind, but you want to show at least a tiny bit of love for him.

So! One day, you’re invited to the Diasomnia dinner and you dress yourself up for the occasion like the students in the dorm

Before you meet at the entrance with Silver and Sebek though, you carefully line your lips with lipstick and walk nonchalantly to Sebek

He’s a bit blushy at your more elegant appearance but his face turns apple red when you kiss his cheek

“Wha-what?!”

You can hear a small muffle laugh from Silver but then Sebek whispers, stuttering

“…N-not here! But…c-could I have more later when..when we’re f-finished with dinner..?”

We love a blushy Sebek here and a sweetheart Silver here. I ran outta tags—

@ryker-writes

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augustinewrites · 1 month

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based on this

your frowning face appears in the mirror as wriothesley fixes his hair for the third time that afternoon, admiring how the gel he’d borrowed from clorinde was surprisingly adept at slicking back his unruly hair.

“we can’t be late,” you remind him, fiddling with the collar of your dress. “father despises tardiness…”

“awe, are you worried i’ll make a bad first impression?” he asks, finally turning to face you. “don’t worry, sweetheart. parents love me. well, maybe not my foster parents. but i’m always a hit with other people’s.”

the comment about his…colourful past goes right over your head. you really are worried. “it’s not you i’m worried about. father can be…intense.”

“i work in a prison. it can’t get more intense than that,” he reminds you, grabbing the gift bag sitting by the door. “besides, once we pull out this bad boy, he’ll be so impressed that he’ll ask me to join you for lunch next week too.”

of course, he had no actual idea if the wine navia had chosen was any good. though his wallet had come back significantly lighter, so that had to mean it was halfway decent.

“wriothesley,” you say, still looking deeply concerned. “you do know that father is–”

“intense, babe. i know,” he sighs, cupping your face in his hands and placing a kiss between your furrowed brows. you try to wriggle out of his hold, but he doesn’t let you, gently keeping your focus on him. “don’t worry, alright? i’ll shake his hand, we’ll talk about safe topics like the weather and how great the aquabus is. i’ll even use my best table manners when the food comes.”

his thumbs gently brush your cheeks as you sigh, shaking your head slightly. “i just really want you two to get along.”

“i can be plenty charming when i need to be,” he says, only letting you go to pull the front door open. “besides, who wouldn’t want a duke as a son-in-law?”

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business at café lutece is unusually empty today, wriothesley observes. all of the tables are reserved, but remain empty at the height of the lunch rush.

you don’t seem to notice this, fingertips drumming the surface of the table

“quit fidgeting,” wriothesley murmurs, his lips brushing the shell of your ear.

“i’m just nervous,” you mutter, knee beginning to bounce. wriothesley chuckles, stilling it with a firm hand.

you look up at him, smiling as you place your hand over his. “thanks.”

the waiter comes back with the tea he’d ordered earlier, leaving a teapot and two small jars of sugar and milk. he’s in the middle of pouring you a cup when you suddenly sit up.

“father!”

“oh shit,” the duke mutters, quickly getting on his feet. he glances down at his outfit briefly, making sure his buttons are done up properly and his sleeves are rolled neatly before holding out his hand. “it’s nice to finally meet you–”

wriothesley’s open stance shifts into a protective one, immediately putting himself between you and the knave.

“well, isn’t this sweet,” the harbinger says, clearly more amused than threatened.

wriothesley looks back at you, incredulous. “your father is a fatui harbinger?!”

“all children of the house of the hearth refer to me as such,” she answers, gracefully pulling out and taking a seat across from him. “sit, your grace, and prove to me why you should continue to be allowed to court my child.”

_____

sitting face to face with the knave was equal parts exhilarating and nerve-inducing. exhilarating because she was the knave. skilled in combat and espionage and one of the highest ranking harbingers.

nerve-inducing because she was your father. and as much as he wanted to engage her in a battle of wits and fisticuffs, that was not something one did with their father-in-law.

“i trust business at the fortress is going smoothly, your grace?”

wriothesley casts the harbinger a wary look over his teacup. “you can read about childe’s status in the report i had sent over last week.”

“well, you know better than most that information from inside sources is much more valuable.”

both their gazes drift to you, and you send him an apologetic look.

“oh, relax,” the woman across from him laughs. “i was simply making conversation. since i’m short of time, however, i will make the point of our visit quite brief.”

she leans forward, clasping your hand in hers across the tabletop as she fixes wriothesley with a paragliding glare.

“if you ever hurt my child, or she comes to any harm whilst in your care, there is not a corner of the ocean dark enough for you to hide.”

“father!” you gasp. “you said you wouldn't threaten him.”

it’s almost eerie, how easily the dark expression slips off her visage. “that wasn’t a threat. c'était une promesse.”

#wriothesley x reader #genshin x reader #genshin fluff #wriothesley fluff #genshin x you #fem!reader

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radiance1 · 9 months

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Danny is so, oh so very tired about the amount of marriage proposals that popped up in front of him. Not even a day past his announcement as Crown prince either.

He's thankful that neither of his four parents are pushing him towards accepting it, but it's everyone (besides his friends of course) else who either try and subtly suggest it or outright asks him if he's chosen a spouse yet.

He's only 14! He doesn't need a spouse! And they were probably far older than him too!

Even Vlad of all people took some kind of pity on him and just decided to be a normal (for a billionaire) guy who isn't trying to kill his dad.

...However, that doesn't mean he wants him to seduce him either!

(Danny: Stop trying to seduce my dad you low-budget vampire!

Vlad, calmly sipping tea: No.)

If he wasn't majorly burnt out from the number of proposals he has to sort through, he would most definitely throw him far across town, away from his dad and mom.

He needed to find a way to stop all of these letters that just keep coming, and fast. He doesn't know how much longer he could take of reading fancy script over and over and over again, his eyes already hurt enough.

He tried to ask his Father for help, his only response was to choose a consort that he saw fit to stand alongside him. Then he had to flee before he gushed about his pops.

He asked his pops, who only said that the answer would come to him in time. Which was of no help whatsoever.

He asked his mom, she at least tried to help somewhat. Giving him some equipment to ward off any ghost who would try and forcibly take him as a consort, which had a low chance of happening considering his strength, but he was happy about it regardless.

He then finally asked his dad, after making sure that vampiric leech isn't near any of his human parents. Surprisingly, he had a pretty good idea of what to do.

He was a halfa, wasn't he? Why limit himself to just ghosts? Surely, due to his half-human status he could choose someone near his age among humanity.

Well, not in those exact words, but it was a great idea regardless! Plus, they never did specify if he had to choose a ghost consort anyways.

Now he just had to decide who to pick, really. His two best friends are out of the option, they're close, but not in that sort of way. Plus, Sam is busy with Undergrowth and Tucker bonding with Technus who was apparently apart of his family tree somewhere along the line.

Then, when he was sorting through the letters and was sure his eyes were about to bleed from reading so many fancy words, he felt it. A tug in his chest, gently urging him somewhere, and you know what, it's way better than what he was doing now, so he answered.

He felt the clothes he was swearing in that moment fade into away into the outfit he wore for his coronation. A suit, a crown made of the coldest ice from the Far Frozen, a cape made from the stars along with various little knickknacks made from various gems and a veil hung over his face.

He looked pretty good, if he says so himself. Though he didn't and still doesn't know the purpose of the veil.

He appeared in what looked like an event for a high society party, most likely filled with various rich people. He floated up and quickly looked over the people and released a sigh of relief that Vlad wasn't here, say what you will, but he doesn't fancy meeting with someone who's actively trying to seduce his dad.

He folded his arms behind his back, trying to imitate the imposing figure of his father from his place in the air, looking down at the cultists(?) below who summoned him.

"Who dares summon me." He stated, rule number one, statements hold power, questions do not. The cultist below fell to his knees, either out of devotion or fear, he didn't know.

"Oh, Prince of the infinite, we called you today for the sole purpose of serving this world to one of your standing, please let us be your servants and spare us when you plunge the world into ruin!" Ah, devotion, then. His eyes bore into the woman (from the sound of her voice) below, his silence working well to unnerve her and the other guests.

"Hm." The reward was already stated, but he neither wants too nor will take over the world. "Denied." It was short, swift, and to the point in his books, he thinks he's doing well acting out Pariah Dark!

"B-but my liege, the king-"

"What the king has been known for in the past, has nothing to do with me. You dare to assume something about me, lowly human." The human below him was actually fully blown shivering, now, slamming her head down onto the floor and shouting out a number of apologies.

Rule number two, do not take back requests you have already denied.

Ok, now he feels bad, that probably hurt a lot. But he's already come this far so-

"Is that the only reason you have called me, or do you require something else. Much of my time is not something you can afford." The woman was most undoubtedly about to say something, probably more apologies, or maybe something else, but the sounds of fighting reached the room and the doors slammed opened, the body of a cultist(?) flying through the air and the appearance of what were most likely heroes.

"Well?" He let that question slide, the cold around the room descending around the woman below as a bunch of other cultists tried to fight off the heroes.

The woman seemed hysterical with worry, most likely not wanting to go to jail, perhaps. She quickly took her head off the floor and tried to stand up, almost falling back to the ground but managing to find her footing. "M-my liege, please help us!"

He tilted his head. "And as to what, would you give me?"

"The sacrifice, yes! The sacrifice!" The woman quickly pointed below him, and only then, did Danny realize there was a boy bound below him, only to be met with a glare.

Danny hummed. Yes. That will do. "It shall be done."

Danny waved his hand, ice sprouting from the ground to force the heroes and cultists apart and then blasting a hole through the nearby wall and to the outside, a path of ice leading down to the ground. "Go." He commanded, the woman nodding her head quickly and calling to the others and disappearing outside, he then blocked off the hole with ice.

He then slowly floated downwards, besides the bound human, ignoring the shattering of ice and footfalls of no doubt the heroes trying to stop him from what he was doing. He leaned over the boy- about his age- and asked one question.

"Do you wish to become my consort?"

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #oopsie #Ended up writing lol #Anwyays #damian wayne #ghost prince danny #damian wayne x danny fenton #He's the guy bound up by the cultists lol #Danny needed to find a consort to not have to deal with marriage proposals anymore #He's sure nothing would really come out of this #Surely after this he could just claim the boy as his consort- if he says yes- and they could just go about their seperate ways #pariah dark #dp clockwork #dp dark ages #dark ages #darkages #Danny has 4 parents and then one vampiric leech trying to worm his way in lol

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cursingtoji · 9 months

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hi ! for cliches could you do “fake dating” with gojo please ?

𝑭𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝑫𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈

cw: fluff, naoya ┊The Clichés ™

“You’re buying matcha Daifuku after this or I’ll never talk to you again” Satoru reminded when you were about to arrive the Zenin state.

“Stop complaining, I already told you I will. Besides, you’re gonna get free food here” you adjusted your kimono.

“Like I would eat anything made by a Zenin.”

“You really don’t know them if you think they cook their own food.”

Your family was invited to a wedding at the Zenin state, you didn’t actually knew the couple but your parents did, and they insisted that you had to go to meet Naoya cause ‘you two would be great together’. After that you panicked and told them you were in fact dating and you would only come if you could bring your boyfriend as a plus one.

Of course your parents were a bit disappointed but once you told them your boyfriend was no other than a Gojo they agreed.

“So, just stay by my side the whole time and in a few days I’ll just tell my parents we broke up, by then Naoya will be back in Tokyo so they won’t try to play cupid anymore.”

“What makes you think I wanna break up?” he placed his arm around your shoulders which you immediately pushed away.

“Listen—” you moved to stay in front of him, only then realizing how beautiful he looked with his dark kimono and no sunglasses, you picked the outfit yourself so neither him or you wouldn’t stand out, the less attention you got from the Zenins the better. That proved to quite impossible when your friend had the prettiest features anyone could wish for.

“I’m listening” he teased when a few seconds passed and you still haven’t said anything, “Like what you see?”

“I’m— Shut up” you moved back to his side lacing your arms together and passing through the gates.

Your parents met you there and you formally introduced Gojo to them. Satoru of course couldn’t help but being… Satoru.

“I can see where your daughter inherited such beauty” he directed to your mom who giggled, “Sir I heard so much about you and what a great father you are to my precious girl” you wanted to throw up. The one thing you told Satoru about your dad was his name.

“Excuse me, I need to find the toilet” you headed there trying to avoid any Zenin on your way. As soon as you were done your mother was waiting for you nearby with no one other than Naoya Zenin.

“Darling, come here. Have you met Naoya before?” you took a look at him. He was tall, no as much as Satoru, and surprisingly handsome, again no as much as Satoru. Yet even the slightest chance of becoming a Zenin made you want to run away as fast as you could.

“Pleasure” he said simply.

“Likewise” you replied dryly.

“I’ll leave you two to talk” your mother claimed and walked away. Unbelievable.

“Your mother told me you are with the Gojo kid. If you don’t mind me asking: how did you two met?” he seemed to be suspicious, could your mom have told him she wasn’t sure about the legitimacy of this relationship?

“Hm—“

“We met at Jujutsu Tech, during the joined event between Tokyo and Kyoto” Satoru appeared to your side magically. Naoya raised his brows slightly but didn’t really moved, like a human being teleported in front of him wasn’t really worth being surprised, “It was love at first sight” he placed his hand on your waist, Naoya’s eyes were fixed on your blushing face.

“You two are quite young to be in a serious relationship” he observed. Indeed both you and Gojo were in the last year of Jujutsu Tech, you in Kyoto and him in Tokyo. That weekend he miraculously was in Kyoto for a mission and as soon as he texted you that you already asked him to pretend to be your boyfriend for that event.

Naoya shouldn’t be more than a couple years older than you, but you knew his intentions were to disqualify your relationship, which was quite courageous since your pretended boyfriend was one of the strongest sorcerers.

“And you are quite old to not be a in a relationship, what’s the problem? Can’t find a submissive wife nowadays?” you lighted elbowed Gojo. Even though you didn’t like the Zenins your parents had business with them, so it was best to keep being friendly.

Naoya squinted his eyes, probably thinking ‘how dare him’. That conversation was getting dangerous, the last thing you wanted was to cause a conflict in a house full of powerful sorcerers.

“You should go, thanks for receiving us” you pulled Satoru before their cursed energy raised and everyone directed their attention at the three of you, “Seriously?” you asked when you were out in the garden with him alone.

“Sorry, sweets, I just can’t stand him and the way he was looking at you. The audacity of this guy…” you adjusted your hair to cover the heat on your face.

The truth was you and Satoru weren’t really close, you only hanged out together once a year during the days of the Kyoto x Tokyo event and the times when he was in Kyoto for a mission or you in Tokyo. That’s why Gojo was surprised when you called him to pretend to be your boyfriend and how could he say no when he has been crushing on you since day one?

“We don’t have to stay until the ceremony, I’ll tell my parents we got called for a mission—“ you felt Satoru’s warm hand on your cheek and he moved your face to look at him, as soon as you met his piercing blue eyes you lost track of your thoughts.

He slowly approached his face to yours and you closed your eyes in anticipation for a kiss. His hand held your face gently but his lips kissed you strongly and stood there for a few seconds, enough to make your heart beat faster than it did during a fight.

“He’s looking at us” Satoru whispered making you open your eyes, he was facing the windows of the house you just left.

“Oh” you couldn’t hold the disappointment in your voice.

“You’re right, you should go, the cursed energy in this house is overwhelming me” he massaged his temple.

“No one told you to come without your sunglasses.”

“Please, like you didn’t want everyone to see what a gorgeous set of blue eyes your boyfriend has” you giggled. ‘Your boyfriend’ was a tittle Satoru could get used to, “Besides I’ve been wanting to try something different” he pulled a black fabric from his pocket.

“Is that a mask?”

“Yeah, it covers more than the glasses and doesn’t wear me out so much, it looks weird though.”

“Can I?” you asked for the mask and he handed to you, “Bend down a little bit.”

Satoru flex his knees to be closed to your height, your fingers brushed his hair back before surrounding his eyes with the blindfold and tying it on the back, Gojo could still see the shape of your face due to the cursed energy and he smiled once he noted the darker shade around your cheeks.

“W—What are you smiling for?” you let go of the fabric adjusting his hair a little bit more.

“Nothing, sweets” he pinched your cheeks.

“Take a look” you pulled a mirror from your tiny purse and handed to him, the way you put his hair was way better than what he was doing before, now it didn’t seem like he was about to hit a piñata.

“What do you think?” he asked, it was weird not seeing his eyes but you knew he was going to feel better like that.

“It’s okay… you look nice” you murmured not wanting to give him too much to brag about.

“Haha you think i’m super handsome, don’t you?”

And he did it anyways.

“No, let’s go.”

“Time for matcha daifuku” he placed his arm around your shoulders and you didn’t pushed away this time.

#— the cliches ™#gojo x reader #gojo x you #jjk x y/n #gojo fluff

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axelsagewrites · 5 months

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Can I request a modern! Jacaerys x Fem! OC fic where Rhaenyra is best friends with the OC’s mother and both Rhaenyra and the OC’s mother try to get Jacaerys and the OC to be friends and like each other but they absolutely hate each other ( like actually hate ) even when they were babies. Then, they grow up near each other and go to the same school but they still hate each other severely. During high school Jace becomes popular, and becomes the captain of his soccer team, and even gets a girlfriend while the OC is not popular by any means and is very shy and reclusive. They go off to uni, and the OC finally shows up to a frat party ( Jace’s frat ) and the tension sort of at its height, and that night and the OC accidentally ends up pregnant and they learn to love and live with each other during her pregnancy. Thank you so much if you can do this btw!!!

Jace Velaryon*Frat Party

Pairing: jace x f!reader

Word count: 1982

Warnings: rivalry, mentions of bullying, frat jace, flirty frat cregan, implied smut but nothing explicity, hate sex, accidental pregnancy, drinking

Masterlist Here

Part Two linked at end

You had no clue how someone so sweet and loving and kind and amazing could birth such an idiotic insufferable twat. Yet somehow Rhaenyra had managed to do just that. Your mother was friends with Rhaenyra, lovingly dubbed aunty Nyra by you, and were so close that they deliberately moved into the same neighbourhood. This was all be swell if not for the fact that her eldest son Jace was just such a dick.

Your mothers tried to make you like each other and constantly set up playdates but you would simply ditch Jace to play with Luke until you realised, he’d only been so quite because he was giving your barbies haircuts. Eventually some time in middle school they gave up trying but still forced you to go on joint family vacations and similar hellish events.

There was a time in your freshman year of high school you almost became friends. That summer had gone surprisingly well with you both finally being civil enough to talk to each other. Then school rolled around again and Jace got onto the high school soccer team. You congratulated him and even was debating plucking up the courage to ask him to go out to celebrate since despite how much you hated him even you thought he was cute. Then he and sara snow came waltzing out of school and in hand and you went right back to hating him.

It wasn’t just because you were jealous, which you were but refused to admit, but because Sara snow had tormented you all of your first year. And Jace knew this. He knew she would taunt you and make pig noises at you in the corridor but yet here he was sucking face with her in front of your locker which was sadly right above his.

It only got worse when he dumped her then became the captain of the team. Then came a string of girlfriends who’d fawn over him relentlessly in school. To say it was hell was an understatement especially since it always seemed to be the girls that would tease you or laugh when you walked past. Highschool sucked to say the least but finally after all these years of hard work you got the letter.

Youd got into your dream school and were set to be moving to the dorm soon. A new start, new friends, another chance. Finally. Your bubble however was popped by your usual enemy. Jace fucking Velaryon was going there as well. You basically ran him down at the joint celebratory dinner your parents threw you both to say that if he dared ruin university for you the same way he ruined high school you’d make sure he’d never kick another ball again.

So, for the first two years you had peace. You had a small circle of friends, great classes, amazing grades, and your hair finally began to cooperate with you. Aunty Nyra even joked uni had given you a glow up when she saw you this summer. What you didn’t see was the way Jace’s eyes followed you as you left the room.

“I can’t believe you’ve never went to a frat party,” Aly said as she began to raid your closet, pulling out a dress and holding it to herself, “This poor dress. it deserves to see a little fun,”

You snorted at your friends as you helped straighten Sansa’s hair. “You wear it,”

“Or you could,” Sansa retorted, backing off when you held the straighteners in a way an angry mother holds a wooden spoon.

“Either you wear it, or I will,” Aly said as she tossed it on the bed and continued her raid. Your roommate Sansa had recently become friends with Aly and in an unexpected turn so had you. you and Sansa were far quieter than her, but Sansa always seemed to come back from hanging out with her with a huge smile, “Girl look at this top,” Aly broke your train of thought as she held up a black low-cut top, “How you not gonna go out when you own all these clothes?”

“My aunty got me them,”

Aly rolled her eyes as she continued her search, “Well I’m stealing the top but you’re wearing that dress,” she said and before you could even protest, she cut you off, “You are far too hot to be at home in sweats on a Saturday night. We are going,”

You sighed as you finished Sansa’s hair, but she turned to look up at you, “Cmon,” she whined, “one hour and if you don’t like it, we’ll all come back here and watch the polar express,”

You sighed yet again before pausing. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. After all your confidence was far better than what it once was, and you had a good few friends you knew would also be going. Your eyes wandered to the dark red dress on the bed. “Fuck it,” you said, snatching up the fabric.

“You’re coming?!” Sansa grinned, flinging herself off the bed, “Finally come on sit down. Its makeup times!”

Sansa and Aly worked their magic and soon you were walking arm in arm with both girls to the frat. And you had to say they had done a good job if you do say so yourself. Even if you were currently freezing that was. “Boys,” Aly greeted with a wide grin as she walked up to the boy at the door, Cregan you were sure.

“Troubles here,” he joked, his eyes wandering up and down, “And you brought a friend,” he said, eyes turning to you, and it was like the wind was knocked out of you when you saw his face, “Nice to meet you I’m Cregan,”

“Hi,” you grinned, quickly introducing yourself before rushing inside with a giggling Sansa and Aly.

“He was so checking you out,” Aly nudged your ribs.

“Okay maybe this was a good idea,” you laughed as she dragged you and Sansa off for some drinks.

As you stood filling your cup with cheap beer there was a set of gorgeous brown eyes watching your every move, “Dude you know that girl?” Cregan asked as he walked over with more drinks for him and Jace.

“She’s my neighbour,” he said, taking the drink and trying not to let his eyes wander again.

Cregan let out a low whistle, “If she was my neighbour, she would not be here alone,” he laughed prompting Jace to shove his elbow into his ribs, “Hey man!”

Meanwhile you had somehow been convinced to head to the dance floor. Perhaps the three drinks Aly had got you and the buzz in your head had helped. The night had been going surprisingly well. So far at least. You hadn’t even realised Jace was here. That was till you felt two strong hands grip your hips, “Not such a goody two shoes now,” Jace’s voice was low, his breath tickling your neck.

You turned around with a drunken grin as you attempted to push him back, but your attempt was futile, “What did you miss me too much?” you joked.

A grin spread across his lips, “You’re drunk?” he asked, his head tilted like a puppy.

“Watcha gonna do about it? tell on me?” you teased as you crossed your arms. Not knowing it gave Jace an even better view of your tits. “I’m just having a little fun,”

He chuckled as his hands returned to your hips, his head dipping slightly in a way that made butterflies spark in your stomach, “Why don’t you show me how to have a little fun then doll?”

Your eyes flickered down, scanning his face for a moment before grinning, “Follow me then,” you said as you lead him to the drinks table.

Several drinks later you awoke in dark blue sheets and a soccer jersey wondering where the hell your dress went and a strong arm around your waist. The low pounding of your head and Jace’s snores brought you back to reality. “Fuck,” you muttered as you tried to ease out of his grip.

Your eyes fell to the floor where your dress had apparently ended up last night. You debated which was worse, walking home in last night’s dress or Jace’s jersey. You quickly decided to steal a pair of his joggies as well and just ball up the dress and take it with you. as you crept out the room you ignored the faint snoring in the background.

Part of you wondered if it had all been a bad dream. That was till your phone buzzed.

Jace

You stole my jersey

You

What you gonna do? Tell on me?

You sighed as you flung your phone to the side and shoved your pillow in your face to scream. Funnily enough what you had been doing only last night as well.

It was the next day when a heavy knock came at the door. when you opened it, eyebrows knitted, you were met with an infuriatingly hot site. Jace’s arm was lent against the door meaning he was able to glare down at you perfectly, “I want my jersey,”

“Sorry do I know you?” you asked, crossing your arms with a tilted glare.

Jace scoffed slightly before grinning, “You seemed to remember my name fine the other night,” this time you scoffed but not before Jace pushed his way in. “Where is it?”

“Get out of my room!” you protested as Jace shut the door behind him and started rummaging. As his hands went to grab your sheets you pulled at his arms to keep him back but not shockingly, he was able to push you off with ease. “Hey!”

“What’s this?” he said, his hand reaching for the jersey that had been under your duvet however your face went red when he lifted it. a wide grin spread across his stupid face, “What’s that princess?”

“Don’t princess me,” you stuttered as he went to grab the pink silicone you’d left on your bed. “Don’t!” you whined as you grabbed his wrist, accidentally ending up face to face with him yet again.

You could feel his hot breath fanning your lips and you saw his eyes dip for a moment as a pit grew in your stomach. Before you could think what to do next his lips had crashed onto yours, his jersey slipping from his grip as his hands moved to cup your face.

Your hands grabbed at his t-shirt, pulling him in closer till you were stood pressed against his hard chest. His hands moved to your back, finding the small of your waist. Jace sat down, bringing you with him to staddle his lap. You gasped when you felt his bulge pressing into your thigh.

His lips moved to your neck, kissing every last bit of skin he could reach. “This is a bad idea- “

“Why don’t you shut up and enjoy it princess?” Jace cut you off, his hands slipping beneath your shirt. “You enjoyed it the other day,”

You groaned as his fingertips explored your skin before finally sighing, “Fine but it’s just sex,” Jace rolled his eyes at you but didn’t bother to respond as he flipped you onto your back, his hands moving to pull off your shirt.

You knew having a enemies with benefits situation ship with Jace would eventually come back to bite you in the ass but the two pink lines staring back at you felt like being plunged into ice water. “You okay Hun?” Sansa called through the door, wondering what had been taking you so long.

You unlocked the door but refused to stand up. Sansa walked in; concern written over her face when her eyes finally spotted the test in your hand. Looking up at her you could only say one thing, “I’m pregnant,”

Part two here

Taglist: @clairacassidy @valeskafics @starkleila @jacesvelaryons

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sturn777 · 28 days

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could u do like a dad!chris x mom!reader fic/drabble whatev u want and it's post-labour, the reader's given birth to twins ( 1 boy n 1 girl ) and chris is gushing about how cutie his babies r ?? at first he's slightly nervous to pick the babies up bc he's afraid he's gonna hurt them or drop them or smthn, but you reassure him and he's like being the most cutie patootie, greatest dad ever once he tries and warms up to it. and he's also comforting u bc of post-labour pains and discomfort and saying reassuring things like "you've done so great, mama bear" and calling reader cute names and being by her side <33 luv u xx

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dad! chris x mom! reader

(no use of y/n)

mentions of pregnancy, labour, and pain

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So far your day had been.. eventful. At around three in the morning you woke up to the bed being wet, only to release your water had broke and you were now going into labour.

Quickly waking Chris up beside you he, of course, panicked but then grabbed your bag and carried you to the car. The drive there was funny to say the least: Chris struggling to turn the engine on due to being so excited yet stressed, lil skies immediately blaring through the speakers which he couldn’t seem to shut off. His hand held onto yours the entire journey, looking at you and making sure you were okay every once in a while - making sure you weren’t in pain.

Surprisingly (not really due to the time), the labour was a quick process. You both checked in quick and got a room sorted and before you knew it you had a baby boy and a baby girl in your arms.

After the doctors and nurses cleaned the babies and made sure everything was okay, they left the room to give you and Chris a moment with your new additions.

Chris slowly walked over to the bed you were laying in, watching the babies laying on your chest in awe. “Can, Can I hold him? Then her next?” he asked gently, lifting the baby boy off your chest as you nodded towards him encouragingly. “I don’t wanna hurt him.”

“You won’t, I promise you.” You nodded, placing the boy in his arms so he had no choice but to hold onto him.

He cradled the baby and rocked slightly, his hand hovering over the babies face - scared he’d break such a delicate thing. “Hiya baby, you have your mommy’s nose.” he coo’d, laughing at the newborns features. He slowly eased into the sway, smiling at the boy. “I cannot wait to be your best friend buddy, little Chris Jr.” he whispered the last part causing you to shake your head at the stupid name he teases you with.

You smiled at the sight of him with a baby, everything he’s been waiting for as soon as he saw the two lines on that pregnancy stick you took, ever since he told bisexual parents and friends, ever since you told him you were craving carrots, ever since you hung the pictures of your scan up on the fridge, ever since you cleaned the house every day trying to prepare.

You stroked the baby girls head before clearing your throat, “You wanna hold her now?” Chris nodded at your offer, replacing the babies for one another as he now rocked his baby girl.

“You’re so pretty, just like your mama bear.” he smiled, kissing his daughter’s forehead. You cringed and laughed at the silly nickname, wincing at the pain it caused your stomach. “Uncle Matt is gonna be so jealous. I’m sure we’ll all spoil you.” he smiled before looking over and seeing your discomfort.

He gently put his daughter down in the small bassinet they provided, taking your son off your chest and doing the same before sitting on the bed with you. “You doing alright ma?”

“I’m okay just a little pain, but it’s okay.” You smiled, holding onto his hands before he let go - reaching over and re-tying your hair for you. “Are you okay?”

He nodded proudly, stroking your cheek. “I’m so proud of you, mama bear.”

You laughed, wincing at the pain but carried on anyways, “Chris! Stop that’s gross!” The new father only laughed into hugged you, making sure to hold his own weight so he wouldn’t hurt you.

“Seriously, I’m proud of you. My pretty girl.” You smiled at his praises, running your hands through his hair whilst shaking your head. “Anyways can we please call him Chris Jr-!”

“Chris! No!”

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throneofsapphics · 3 months

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More nyx x sunshine readerrrr

Maybe she gets attacked or something

I need drama

misplaced chivalry

Nyx x f!Reader

Summary: visiting with your family goes horribly wrong

Warnings: death, graphic depictions of violence, blood, minor injury, references to torture, a hint of angst & fluff, not proofread well

A/N: I did see your other ask, thank you for your request! I hope this hits the drama mark. same reader as ambushes and invitations, but they can be read separately !

Solstice with Nyx and his family was more than you could’ve imagined. Garlands, decorations, wine, food, music, and great company.

Unfortunately, with the holiday over it meant it was time to do your annual obligatory trek back home. You managed to delay yourself two days before the guilt started creeping in. Estranged would be the best way to describe your relationship with your parents. They didn’t approve of your move to Velaris, or of your chosen profession.

Trying to imagine the negativity flowing from your body, you took a few deep breaths before approaching the house. Outwardly, it was pleasant - normal. Red brick, a neat garden, a path leading right to the front door, a few chickens could be heard clucking from the coop behind the house. Absentmindedly, you wondered if your father ever got around to expanding that.

Inside the house, it always felt strained - even before your relationship with them began to fall apart. There was still love, still good memories, and you put most of your conscious effort into focusing on that. It would be a good visit, and maybe things would begin to mend. Worst case you wouldn’t see them again. Your throat caught, despite the tension that’s the last thing you want.

Three knocks on the wooden door, shaking out your knuckles, and you took a step back, rolling your shoulders and planting your feet like you were headed right into a conflict.

Your mother answered the door, a worryingly pleasant smile on her face as she tugged you into her arms, squeezing tight. “You’ve grown so much,” she commented.

Fighting back a wince or sharp retort, you beamed at her. “It’s good to see you.”

She hummed, grabbing the crook of your elbow to lead you further inside. The scents of your childhood hit you at once, the vague smell of apple pie, old leather furniture, and something else you couldn’t quite place.

“... made your favorite,” you hadn’t realized she was speaking and quickly added your thanks. Your father came in, shooting you a smile as well, and that was basically a warming welcome from him.

Later, you realized just why they were being so pleasant.

“Ella’s daughter completely cut them off,” your mother commented, shooting a nervous look your way. Right - they were scared you’d do the same.

“That’s a shame,” you moved some food around on your plate. Not really, you figured she wouldn’t do it without a good reason. The night was pleasant - no judgemental comments about your profession or choice on where to live, no prying questions about your personal life or if you’d get married soon. When your mother nearly begged for you to spend the night, you decided it couldn’t hurt.

Nyx knew you didn’t have the best relationship with your parents, and you’d declined his offer to come with you - outright - but he wanted to be there for you in some capacity.

Your home village wasn’t terribly far from Velaris, and still in easy Daemati range, so he cast his mind out, searching and focusing on you, like his father taught him.

“How’s it going?”

Around a minute later, “Surprisingly good, I’m going to spend the night.”

He fought the disappointment that he wouldn’t see you later, and reminded himself to be happy for you.

“Should I say good luck?”

He could’ve sworn a soft laugh came through. “Maybe.”

You filled him in on a few more details, and eventually he promised to check in the next morning, ignoring your gentle teasing, calling him a mother hen.

It happened at breakfast before breakfast. The faint tang of copper filled your senses and you launched out of bed, reaching blindly for the knife Nyx had given you, well aware your knowledge extended to sticking the pointy end at them.

First, your mothers body laid by the door, limbs sprawled at awkward angles, chest unmoving. The door was still open, the remains of a greeting still on her lips, the knife lodged in her throat. Scanning the room, it felt like time stopped, your entire world screeching to a halt. Three bodies laid on the floor, all dead. You heard one faint familiar heartbeat and scrambled down the stairs, feet sliding in the pools of blood.

Wood splintered into your knees as you slid the last few feet to your father, the knife lodged in his chest.

His eyes were half-glassed, knife lodged in his chest. You knew he’d killed the other three men. How had you not woken? Had he cast some kind of shield, now faded as life left him?

You gripped his hand tight, squeezing as his eyes focused.

“Run,” his voice was hoarse, filled with pain.

“I’ll get a healer,” the words were just above a whisper, told in vain - you both knew it was too late.

“I’m proud to be your father,” one tear dripped down his cheek. The first tear you’d seen from him.

“Stop,” you choked.

“We both loved you very much,” the faintest squeeze, maybe just a twitch of his fingers. “Run.”

“I’m not leaving you,” you snarled. Your magic had already cast a basic shield around the room. It wouldn’t hold under heavy assault, but you’d be damned if you let him … die alone.

Maybe it was part of your nature, to accept the inevitable, to try and bring joy where you could, but you focused on him - repeating the happiest memories of your childhood until his chest stopped moving. Just then did you sob, as you closed his eyes.

It was stupid to stay here, but you were in shock - you couldn’t leave.

It was normal for a short delay between responses, and he waited. A chime of the clock - five whole minutes, and nothing. It shouldn’t have taken this long, and he knew you wouldn’t ignore him.

“Are you alright?” He tried.

“Help,” the word was so bleak, your voice desolate and burdened in a way he’d never heard from you, your mind completely open. Fear struck him as he saw through your eyes, fear that could either freeze him in place or bring enough anger to topple mountains. Blood - everywhere, five bodies - two that looked like your parents, three others - and your hands. You were knelt on the floor, one hand still in the pool of blood, the other holding your fathers hand. He could imagine your wide eyes, stuck open in horror.

One of the bodies was still moving - chest still breathing, rising to his feet, the knife lodged in his thigh, pulled out and already healing - and you didn’t know.

“Run, y/n, run.” Nothing. He needed to get you out of there. Panic he hadn’t felt before hit him. “I’m coming, love.”

In that second, as he was still watching through your eyes, there was just enough time for the man to slice at your back, movements uncoordinated, a strike designed to incapacitate - not kill. You dodged in time for the blade to slice across your shoulder.

The next second, a wave of dark, pure night slammed him against the opposite wall with a loud crack. Bound in ropes of magic, he left him alive for now. For answers, later. He slid his arms under your shoulder, and he winnowed directly to the river house - right outside his father’s study, where he knew at least a few of his inner circle were gathered. You were limp in his arms, chest heaving with silent sobs, hands clenching at him like a lifeline.

“I’m here,” he murmured, one hand running over your hair. There was no indication you heard his words.

One arm held you close to him as the other banged on the door, his mind showing a sequence of the last few minutes to everyone inside. He was beyond words, too fucking angry to try and explain.

The door flew open. His father, eyes a dark stormy night, anger rolling from him in waves, his mother’s anger matching, but switching to worry as she spotted you. Azriel and Mor were there as well, and Nyx vaguely registered his father grabbing them and disappearing.

His mother gently ushered them inside, Nyx lifting you into his arms - your body nearly frozen. As magic healed the small gash on your shoulder, as it made the blood disappear, he still held you close, still ran his fingers through your hair and said over and over again, “i’m here, i’m with you, you’re safe,” even as his mind wandered towards how soon he’d be able to get revenge on your behalf - revenge he knew you’d never seek out. Gods, you were more likely to try and show them mercy. Like hell that would happen on his watch.

“He said he was proud of me. He said he loved me. He cried.” Nyx jolted as you whispered, the first words in the last two hours. You’d fallen asleep on him - but he hadn’t moved an inch, not as people came and went out of the office. Nobody suggested he try and move you, nobody dared to get too close to you, not with his temper and protective instincts barely under wraps. As far as he knew, your father had never said those words to you. Nyx didn’t know how to reply, so he placed a kiss on your forehead. It was stupid to be mad at a dead male, but he wished the male would’ve told you as often as you deserved.

Nyx only left you alone after you were secured in a room warded as heavily as possible, impenetrable except by him or his family.

“We’ll need to talk to her, eventually,” his mother said carefully. His fists clenched at his sides, but he nodded.

“Did you get anything from the male?”

“Azriel’s working,” his father replied, eyes searching his face.

“I want to see,” Nyx insisted.

“You don’t need to see that,” his mother argued, but his father held his hand out, understanding flashing in his eyes. Nothing he hadn’t seen before, but she was still protective.

Apparently, his mother knew when she was fighting a losing battle. “I’ll keep an eye on her,” she promised. Nyx sent a grateful nod her way, and took his fathers hand.

By the looks of it, Nyx knew Azriel was conducting a special symphony of pain - one reserved for those who’d hurt people close to him. He watched, leaned back against the stone wall - arms crossed, as each word was pulled out of the male, resisting the urge to filter through his mind.

He waited to comment until Azriel packed up for the night, until the cell door had closed, a barrier in place - one the male wouldn’t hear beyond.

“What are you thinking?” the shadowsinger offered - not a demand or command, but letting him know he’d listen.

“They weren’t trying to kill her,” he tucked his hands into his pockets, hiding anger-induced shakes. “They wanted to get to me.”

“Yes,” Azriel confirmed. Hearing it from another was worse than his own mind. Would you hate him now, resent him? Being with him put you in danger, and he couldn’t live with himself if something happened to you.

Azriel read his expression easily enough - he was the only one who could. “Pulling away from her won’t keep her safe, not that they already know.”

Nyx exhaled slowly, “it’s my fault.”

“No,” the other male said sharply, insistently. “You’re not to blame.”

The words were futile, he’d keep blaming himself.

“I’m so sorry,” Nyx’s hand ran over your hair, your eyes blinking to adjust to the sun streaming through the windows. Why was he sorry? He was sitting next to you, you were laid in an unfamiliar bed, but you knew the hunch in his shoulders, the worry in his eyes.

The events of the previous day hit you, slamming into your mind, filling you with an unfathomable grief.

“There’s no reason to be,” your voice was hoarse and rough. “You saved my life.” An uncomfortable silence filled the room for a few minutes, and for once you didn’t have the energy to break it.

“It’s my fault they came for you,” you could feel the guilt in the statement, and knew exactly what was coming next. He’d try to leave - to ‘keep you safe.’ Nyx was stubborn as a mule, but this was something you wouldn’t budge on. Sure enough, he said, “you’re safer without me.”

Planting your palms on the mattress, you pushed yourself up to sit - the remnants of the sleeping tonic making the movements slower than usual. It was misplaced chivalry, some kind of attempt for him to be noble and assuage unnecessary guilt. Usually you were slow to anger, but this was enough to piss you off.

“Do you not like me anymore?” You asked. He blinked, surprised. “Are you not attracted to me?”

“Of course I am,” he stumbled over the words.

“Is there a valid reason you don’t want to be with me?”

“It’s not safe-”

“I don’t care,” you insisted.

“I can’t put you in danger,” he insisted.

You weighed the next words carefully, deciding what would get the best reaction. “Are you scared, Nyx?” A muscle in his jaw flexed. “If that’s the only reason you want to leave me, I won’t accept it.”The steadfast look in his eyes wavered, and you knew you had your in. “Tell me you don’t want me anymore.”

He shook his head.

“Say it,” you insisted.

“Of course I still want you,” he muttered. Evidently, he’d realized he wouldn’t get his way. Good.

Your body swayed as you reached for him, and he grasped both of your shoulders to steady you. There was the slightest twinge in your shoulder, thanks to the wound from yesterday, but besides that you were in good shape.

He noticed your small wince, and tried to move away, but you reached for him, cupping both of his cheeks, thumbs brushing over his cheekbones. Eyes fluttering shut, he let out a slow, slow breath.

“Until you have a good reason, you’re stuck with me,” you murmured.

“It’s not stuck,” Nyx groused, and rearranged the two of you, laying you down, head resting on his chest.

You hummed in content. The grief would come later, but for now you could lean into this moment, lean into his quiet strength.

#acotar next gen #next gen acotar #nyx archeron x reader #nyx x reader #nyx archeron x y/n #nyx x y/n #acotar drabble

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yusume-the-writer · 6 months

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𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝

ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʙʏ @fellow-anime-weeb927 . ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ sᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ғᴏʀ ᴀsᴋɪɴɢ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀɢʀᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀsʜ ɴᴇᴇᴅs ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʀᴇᴄᴏɢɴɪᴛɪᴏɴ, ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʀʀɪᴠᴀʟ ᴏғ sᴇᴀsᴏɴ 2 ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴊᴏɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ.

ɪ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴏsᴛ ᴛʜɪs ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ, sᴏ ɪ'ᴍ sᴏʀʀʏ ɪғ ɪᴛ's ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪᴋɪɴɢ.

(ᴇɴɢʟɪsʜ ɪs ɴᴏᴛ ᴍʏ ɴᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ, sᴏ ɪ'ᴍ sᴏʀʀʏ ɪғ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀɴʏ ɢʀᴀᴍᴍᴀᴛɪᴄᴀʟ ᴇʀʀᴏʀs ᴀɴᴅ ɪғ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs ᴏɴᴇ, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ, ɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ɢʀᴀᴛᴇғᴜʟ ᴛᴏ ɪᴍᴘʀᴏᴠᴇ ᴍʏ ᴇɴɢʟɪsʜ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴜsᴇ ᴀ ᴛʀᴀɴsʟᴀᴛᴏʀ)

*╔═══❖•ೋ° °ೋ•❖═══╗*

Mash's love language and mostly quality time

↑ If you are in the same room, it will be a comfortable atmosphere while you do completely different things or do something together.

You and Mash will often make profiteroles or other types of desserts together in the kitchen.

↑ Well you will do the other desserts while Mash helps you by delivering the items, since everything he cooks becomes a profiterole

↑ After that you sometimes eat together in the kitchen or have a picnic in an isolated area of the forest while talking about your day or random things

You try to make sure the owls don't hate the mash, but it typically doesn't work out… but at least they don't attack you when you're together when you enter their area.

Your relationship is a secret for most people in the school. Well, that's because you don't act much like a couple in front of people, since you show mutually out of sight of people.

↑ So it was a surprise for the group that you and Mash were dating

↑ And when they found out, oh… boy, prepares to receive a trillion questions from Daut and Lemon, Finn will congratulate them, Lance won't care at all and Tom will wish them your relationship lasting just like a bamboo.

As I mentioned before, he doesn't do much PDA just hold his hands, when it's just the two of you there and a different story.

↑ As I said before, you and Mash may be doing different things, but in the same room, but you also have your moments of affection sessions

↑ A habit you have and Mash lies on top of you with your head buried in the curve of your neck while you read a book, or you lie on top of the mash while the two of you take a nap

↑ If you play with his hair while he's on top of you, he'll fall asleep quickly and when that happens he holds you really tight making you get stuck underneath him, but on the positive side you can see how cute he is when he's sleeping

↑ Another habit too and that every time you want to reward him for something you always give him a kiss on the cheek (often he wants it to be on his lips)

↑ But if you want to see him a blushing mess, just make a kiss attack all over his face except his lips, and at the end of a big breathy kiss on his lip as soon as you get out of the kiss, so you can get air, Mash will have his eyes wide and his face will be a red that can rival Daut's hair tone

There was a time when you were making profiteroles and you were waiting for them to bake, you suggested dancing as a way to pass the time and of course Mash ended up saying he didn't know, but you said you could teach him, so you started dancing and it was a surprise that he actually was good

↑ Without you realizing it, it has become a habit for you to do this when you are bored and alone.

Study meeting. The reason? He needs.

↑ As we know, Mash is not great at things that don't have to do with using his muscles, and he also breaks down when he receives too much information at once without rest, sooooo you guys have a study meeting on the weekends so that he can better understand the Subjects

↑ Is easy? No, it's not. It is worth it? Yes. Because surprisingly he managed to get an 80/100!!!! (Isn't there the time when Marvina got mad at Mash and her eyes went bulging? She made the same expression while correcting Mash's test and seeing that he got 80/100) When he showed you that, he was looking like a child showing his parents a drawing he made.

↑ Please tell him that you are proud of him and that you give him a lot of attention and affection, he doesn't show it, but he is very happy and grateful that you helped him and had a lot of patience to endure and teach him

Please teach him how to open a door correctly (the doors will be grateful for this gesture)

When Mash writes letters to Pops, he mentions you in almost every letter (Pops was surprised when Mash wrote to him that he got a good grade with your help).

*╚═══❖•ೋ° °ೋ•❖═══╝*

#mash burnedead x reader #mashle magic and muscles #mashle #mashle x reader #mash burnedead #mash x reader #mash burnedead x you #mash x you #mashle x you #mashle magic and muscle x you #mashle magic and muscle x reader

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lexsssu · 4 months

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Inhuman (Adrian Tepes | Alucard)

TAGS: Alucard/Dragoness!reader, alternate universe, pining, sex pollen, morning after, breeding, impregnation, smut, oneshot Ao3 ver.

Darkness is something many feared for it brought about horrors both real and imaginary to life. The cover of night hid that which screeched at the light of day and yet there is a certain stillness and calm found in the dark.

Adrian never felt that the dark was something to be afraid of, but rather a hidden peace and tranquility when one decides to walk about during the twilight hours.

All is still until a flash of bright light illuminated the landscape, revealing everything which once hid within the blanket of night for barely a second before gradually fading away.

Normally, the dhampir would have chalked it up as yet another one of nature’s great mysteries before trying to see for himself what caused it. Blame his loving parents who naturally nurtured his inquisitive nature.

However, before he could even step another foot forward he saw something falling from the sky and as it got closer to the ground, his eyes perceived an unmistakably human form.

He didn’t need to think for another second as his body rocketed upwards in a great leap, lean yet toned arms grasping the surprisingly soft and tiny figure. As the air whipped around him during his descent, he took his first good look as to who or what he decided to save in the first place.

The blonde’s eyes widened, breath hitching in his throat as he beheld what could only be an angel, a being of pure light within his embrace.

Your silken ivory hair crowns your head and drapes over your heart-shaped face gracefully, petal-like lips which gleamed with a soft pink sheen, eyelashes like lush crescents that seem to teasingly hide what he could only imagine to be the most beautiful jeweled orbs in the world, and a spattering of silvery-white scales that travel from said cheeks down to your neck and the rest of your body hidden beneath your bodice.

You are clearly inhuman.

And yet, never has Adrian felt more human than he did right now especially as your eyes flutter open and meet with his own mesmerized pair.

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“...make sure to grind them thoroughly, my dear. They have to be a fine paste before we can proceed with the next step”

“Okay, Miss Lisa. I’ll do my best!”

“Feel free to just call me mother. I’ve seen you as a daughter from the moment my son brought you into our home and since my husband hasn’t given me any daughters...you’re the next best thing and I honestly couldn’t be any more grateful for your arrival in our lives.”

Hidden behind a tall shelf lined with various tomes and scrolls, the young man couldn’t help but take peeks at the two most important women in his life as they bonded with one another. His mother so easily took you under her wing when he brought you here and you weren’t averse to the motherly affections she directed at you.

Now if he could only be as forthright with his feelings as his mother and express himself to you, because you were clearly as dense as a rock and didn’t pick up any of the subtle hints he gave you about his intentions...

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“If you’re really okay with someone like me...then please use me as much as you like,” with a red blush highlighting your soft cheeks, you try not to look at the flushed and heavily panting Adrian pinning you down upon his bed.

The dhampir had accidentally inhaled the pollen of some new plant you both came across while partaking in your regular walks together. It took effect immediately, the normally calm and composed blonde becoming so flustered and heated that you’d think he was running a fever with how much sweat dripped down his face.

The raging erection which tented at the front of his trousers told you everything you needed to know, however.

Even if it was only to help him, you don’t regret giving yourself to Adrian because you love him. Even after the effects wear off, you hope that you’ll still stay friends because you’ve grown to love this castle and all its wonders. But especially its inhabitants—

“While I would have preferred to put a ring on you first, I’m afraid that I’m at my limit...but I promise to properly wed you after this, my love.”

The night is a blur by the time you wake up the morning after. Hazy memories of soft and firm touches, wet and deep kisses, harsh grunts and pitiful mewls, and nails scratching against the skin of his toned back as your tight cunt is forced open by his lengthy cock. You don’t remember how many rounds you went last night, having lost count of the amount of times you felt him spraying his seed deep inside of you and how you oh so shamelessly tightened even further each time he painted your walls white.

“We must inform mother and father once they return from their little trip. I’m sure they’ll be thrilled at the news of our union...though perhaps I might be scolded for taking you to bed before the actual wedding…” Adrian chuckled, messy strands of blonde hair tumbling down his chest as he gazed down at you with his head propped up by his hand, all the while you seemed to have been using his chest as a pillow the whole time you were sleeping.

“A-Adrian…!” You squeak and sputter at his joke, blushing all the way to the tips of your ears which only seems to ignite the flames within the dhampir once more as he rolls himself on top of you.

“If you truly insist on seducing me yet again...I suppose it is simply a husband’s duty to satisfy his wife”

#lexsssu writes #castlevania #alucard x reader #adrian tepes x reader #alucard x y/n #alucard x you #adrian tepes x you #adrian tepes x y/n #crossposted on ao3 #castlevania x reader

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selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs · 2 months

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Heyo, hope you have a great day! May I request a reader who plays the violin and is studying music? Thank you!

Music Duo

Self-Aware! Fyodor Dostoevsky x GN! Reader

Description: You play violin. Fyodor can't wait to play music with you.

Warning: OOC. English is my second language.

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🐁 You always loved music. Instruments and melodies mesmerized you.

🐁 Your parents quickly noticed your interest. One day, they asked, if you want to study music and learn, how to play any music instrument you want.

🐁 That's how your 'musical' journey started.

🐁 It took multiple tries, but, finally, you found an instrument you loved the most. Violin.

🐁Year after year, study music. Year after year you have played violin.

🐁 Surprisingly, you didn't participate in many music competitions. You didn't seek for them. You didn't want recognition.

🐁 You didn't care about rewards. You just like playing music.

🐁 Every day you play violin. And you often have your phone in the same room you were playing music.

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In your world, you were playing violin.

In this world, Fyodor was playing cello.

His eyes were closed. He was listening. Trying to make your 'duo' sound as harmonious, as he can.

He enjoyed playing together with you.

He didn't pay attention to others.

They liked to listen to you two playing.

Sometimes, Nikolai would join you two (with maracas). On rare occasions, Nikolai would drag Sigma (with triangle) with him.

Violin-Cello-Maracas-Triangle mix sounded... interesting. In a good way.

Today, only Fyodor was playing.

He can't wait for the moment, you two will have a real duo.

He hopped, that Dazai won't throw flowers at you two during your performance. Fyodor still remembered, how unpleasant it was, having roses thrown in his face.

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🐁 With arrival of BSD Cast in your world, you get two things.

🐁 First, you got new friends, new family members. Your life changed for the best.

🐁 Second, you got someone, who can play music with.

🐁You and Fyodor made a good duo.

🐁 You two played together every day.

🐁 You insisted on learning BSD Cast's favorite songs. You play them, when being asked.

🐁 From time to time, you and Fyodor do small performances for others.

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Violin and Cello.

A harmonious music filled the room.

You and Fyodor were having fun, playing any song you could think of.

Others were observing you two. This random performances became another favorite time of the day for others.

The music stopped.

You and Fyodor glance at each other, while the rest of the BSD Cast start clapping.

Fyodor spoke.

"Want to play another song, Myshonok?"

You nodded.

"Lead on, Fyodor."

And another song started. Another one in the many songs to come.

#self-awarebsd #self-awareau #bungou stray dogs au #bungou stray dogs #bsd #bsd anime #bsd x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader #fyodor dostoyevsky x reader #just fyi #bsd fyodor dostoevsky #bsd fyodor #fyodor dostoyevsky bsd #bungou stray dogs fyodor #dostoevsky x reader #bsd dostoevsky #Self-Aware Fyodor Dostoevsky

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imdead770 · 4 months

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bro you should write x reader fluff headcannons for each of the outsiders characters

The Outsiders x Reader fluff - Dallas Winston

Authors Notes - 1. This is such a great idea. This is a great ask, woah. Thank you so much. 2. I'll do one for each of the characters, but I'm in a Dallas mood. 3. These aren't complete thoughts, more random sweet shit they'd do.

Dallas Winston

• Let's start with the basics

• Dallas Winston? Sweet? Damn you're lucky.

• When he confessed to you it wasn't a direct confession

• Called you pet names before you started dating

• But you're dumbass thought that was just his personality

• Which it is. You're right. He flirts 25/8.

• One day just asked you if you wanted to catch a drive-in

• And you were all 🤯

• Dallas Winston??? Actually asking someone out??

• The gang was practically flipping tables

• At the beginning he's still keeping up the act

• You know the one

• The " I'm from New York, fight me bitch " act

• But once he gets comfortable with you he's more " I'm from New York, love you bitch "

• He literally never calls you by your real name

• Doll is 100% his go-to

• Sweetheart, doll-face, the occasional darlin' and princess

• If you ask what your name is he'll probably ask which one

• He's actually surprisingly good with dates?

• Like the number type of date and give me your number type of dates

• He could list your birthday, the day you first kissed, the day you first fucked, easy.

• Never will though

• Gotta stay tough

• But he also is pretty good with balancing his time with you, the gang, and whatever else he does

• We all know he wouldn't hold your hand

• His hand's either around your waist, your shoulder, or in your back pocket

• He's practically attached to you

• He's not affectionate, but his hands always somewhere on you

• Like a moth to light

• He kisses you so much??

• Not pecks, he isn't Soda.

• If he's kissing you, he's making sure you remember it.

• Mf makes out with you anytime he gets a chance

• You're bored? He's kissing you. Trying to sleep? His tongue is already in your mouth. Accept it. You wanted this.

• Worst part is you can't even complain cause he's a damn good kisser.

" Dal- "

" Yeah? What, you got a problem, doll? "

" I hate you.. "

• You made out for like 3 hours.

• You're literally tired 90% of the time cause this motherfucker has too many hormones

• Not just kissing.

• You normally go over to his room at Bucks and sleep

• If you have strict parents he'll sneak into your room

• Not really a cuddle guy, but he'll let you rest your head on your chest or he'll drape an arm around you

• HIS CHAIN!?!

• I don't think people talk about this enough

• You fidgeting with his chain as you lay on him, both of you half asleep as he slowly smoked

• 😭🫶

• Whenever he's in jail and you visit him he'll give you his chain so you have something of his

• 😭😭😭🫶🫶🫶

• Has two pictures of you in his wallet

• One of your face, helps him get through jail and long nights

• Another of your body, either in lingerie or stripped, whatever you were comfortable with. The reason for this is self explanatory.

• Johnny's gotta move down to 2nd place because he loves you so much

• He's a close second though

• He skips classes a lot, so you've probably skipped with him before

• He went to school more so he could see you more

• Still almost flunks out though because he's busy starring at you

• This is getting long so I'll wrap it up

• He's still a little bitch, but he tries to get better for you

• Him and the gang are so grateful for you because his life would've gone to shit without you

No idea who to do next so please comment because I'm too indecisive 🙏

#the outsiders #the outsiders headcanons #sodapop curtis #dallas winston #johnny cade #ponyboy curtis #steve randle #two bit mathews #darry curtis #the outsiders x reader #dallas x reader #dallas winston x reader #dally winston x reader #the outsiders dally #dally winston #dally x reader

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callsign-dexter · 8 months

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Out in the Open

Request: Ohhhhh 'Behind closed doors' was so great !!! 😍😍😍

Can I dare to request a sequel to it ? Maybe where their love never dies down so they marry someday and Cyclone gives them a speech, as he also adores how lovely he treats his daughter? And idk what else you'd like to add but maybe this would be cute 🥺🥰

Pairings: Bradley Bradshaw x Simpson!Reader

Warnings: fluff, Cyclone being nice (yes this is a warning), implied smut, pregnancy, childbirth, swearing

First Installment- Behind Closed Doors

Second Installment- Out in the Open

Masterlist

Now that Natasha knew about your relationship with Bradley, he was over a lot more. Of course, you both kept it tamed down whenever it came to the bedroom when she was in the apartment. Surprisingly your father, Beau 'Cyclone' Simpson, was truly fine with it and he treated Bradley like any other pilot, that is after you threatened him.

You visited both of them at work way more often during your lunch break and Bradley came to your room as well. You both had been dating for 2 years now. Both of you are madly in love with the other. You've talked about marriage and kids and were definitely in favor of both. You both agreed to get a house before actually trying to start a family.

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One night you both sat down at his apartment and talked about eventually buying a house in more detail, what you didn't know was that he had the perfect one picked out and knew you would love it. The house wasn't too far away from the base, school, or your parents.

It was brought up while you were sitting on the couch watching some house-hunting show, for whatever reason there may be. Bradley had asked to use your laptop and so of course you let him. He wanted it to be a surprise and when he found one he knew it was the perfect one.

The house was beautiful, it was a fully brick house with a two-car garage, a little deck on the front porch, and a fairly huge back deck, the backyard was perfect for kids and maybe a dog and enough space for a swimming pool. It was a three-story house with a fully finished basement, including a bedroom, kitchen area, a bathroom, or it could be anything from an apartment to, a gaming area, or another guest room. 3 bedrooms, one being the master bedroom, were upstairs with bathrooms attached, and a guest bedroom downstairs with an attached bathroom. The kitchen was a dream, it had an island in the middle and the kitchen table off to the side and it had a dining room. The living room was spacious with a rock fireplace on the furthest wall when you walk in and a place to mount a TV. There was also an office downstairs as well.

He sent the link to himself and finished what he needed and the both of you started to get ready for bed. He was nonstop smiling and when you asked what he was smiling about he didn't say a word about the house. "You. I'm smiling at you, pretty girl." He said and kissed you. Oh how you couldn't wait to marry this man.

The next morning you both were getting ready for work. You had some time before either of you had to go in so you sat around in the kitchen talking. "What do you think about moving into together?" Bradley asked you randomly one morning and it caught you off guard. You looked up at him confused and then went back to making your lunches.

"In here? Bradley there is hardly room for you. My apartment can barley hold two people, three people would be too much. Not to mention Natasha probably appreciate our late night activities-" Bradley cut you off by putting the knife down and cupping your face and kissing you to shut you up.

"No, Darling. I'm talking about moving into a house together." He said with a chuckle and you blushed embarrassed and you looked down and then back to him.

"I'm mean of course I've thought about it. I've thought about a lot of things especially life with you." You told him with so much emotion in your voice. He smiled "Why do you ask?" You asked him and he shook his head while letting go and started fiddling around in the kitchen.

"No reason. I'm just trying to plan things out." He said which really confused you. You heard his keys rattle and came up to you and grabbed his lunch and he gave you another kiss. "I'll see you after work. I may be late." You stood there speechless and now wondering what he had planned.

"I love you too, babe." You said to him in a confused voice and heard him chuckle and walked out the door. You finished what you were doing and headed out the door yourself.

When Bradley got to the base he walked in and bypassed the others and headed to his future father-in-law's office. When he got there he knocked on the door and waited for Beau to allow him in.

"Come in." Beau said and Bradley opened the door to find him alone and walked in while shutting the door. "Bradley. What can u do for you?" He asked his future son-in-law.

"You know I love your daughter with my whole heart right?" Bradley asked while taking a seat in front of Beau.

"If you're here to tell me that you're breaking up with her then you might as well start packing. I'll have you shipped off so fast you wouldn't even be able to take a breath." Beau threatened him. Beau loved his daughter and would do anything for her.

"What? No, sir. Absolutely not. I love your daughter. I want to marry her and have kids with her someday. I want to move in with her. Which is why I'm here, sir." Bradley said starting to sweat he truly did love you with all of his heart and he wanted all of it with you. Beau gave him a nod to go ahead when he stopped talking. "I found this amazing house that she would absolutely love. I wanted you to look at it and wanted your approval on it. I have the link to the listing but I was hoping you would go see it with me in person." Bradley said still feeling nervous. Beau stopped to think and nodded.

"We can go on our lunch break." He told the now nervous man in front of him and Bradley nodded and started to get up.

"Thank you, sir. I hope you both really like it." He said and started to turn away and towards the door when Beau stopped him.

"And Bradley." Beau said and Bradley stopped turning to Jim.

"Sir?" Bradley asked looking at him.

"If you ever and I mean ever break her heart, I will give you the worst assignment and base there is. No one and I mean no one hurts my little girl. Understood?" Beau asked him.

"Understood, sir." Bradley said and nodded which made Beau nod as well.

"Good. You're dismissed." He said and Bradley walked out the door and let out a breath he didn't know he was holding, getting threatened by Vice Admiral Beau 'Cyclone' Simpson was worse than any mission he had been through. He couldn't wait to show him the house. He was going to ask him for your hand in marriage but he figured that would be saved for another day or when he showed him the house.

He went to the classroom to get ready for a brief that all instructors had to go through on the first day of bringing in new Top Gun students. The Daggers were already there sitting down when he joined them. They noticed he was late for once.

"You're late." Jake said first and smirked. "Get in trouble with Cyclone?" He asked making fun. Bradley rolled his eyes.

"No. I found this house that I wanted his approval on before taking Y/N to see it." Bradley told them.

"You're so whipped man." Jake said slapping him on the back and Bradley just shook his head.

"It's called being in love Hangman, something you wouldn't know about." Bradley shot back and that shut him up real fast.

"So let us see it." Natasha said breaking the tension and Bradley pulled out his phone and opened the link and handed it to her. Everyone crowded around her to look at it. "Oh wow it's gorgeous!" Natasha exclaimed "She's going to love it." She finished and everyone nodded in agreement and then Maverick, Beau, Warlock, and Hondo walked in and the breifing began.

When lunch came around, Bradley was nervous so nervous he thought if this was a mistake, but he loved you and wanted to be with you. Bradley had just finished doing flight post-check and was in the locker room already changed back into his khaki uniform. Beau met him in the locker room, this caused a lot of attention. "Are you ready to go?" He asked Bradley.

"Yes, sir." Bradley replied and Beau nodded.

"Good. We'll take my car." Beau said with no room for argument. Bradley didn't speak to any of his teammates just followed him out to his car. Bradley put the address in the GPS and on their way they went. Not much talking was done which was ok and not ok, it gave Bradley too much time to think. Before he knew it they were at the house parking in the driveway there was a car outside by the mailbox but it was just the realtor. It was much more beautiful in person.

Both men got out and walked to the front door. Bradley twisted the knob and it opened, and they walked in. The realtor, whose name was Stefanie, was in the kitchen and walked out to greet the two men. "Hello! I'm so glad you could make it!" She said in excitement and shook thei hands. She was clearly eyeing up the two men and who wouldn't? Two handsome men in Navy-issued khaki uniforms to look at a house.

"I'm glad we could make it too. Bradley, here," motioning to Bradley "is trying to find the perfect house for him and his girlfriend." Beau said and Bradley nodded. "Would you mind if we looked at it ourselves?" He asked and she nodded.

"Of course! I need to make a few phone calls so I'll be out in my car!" She said and they nodded and she left. Beau and Bradley started in the kitchen both running their hands over the black and white granite countertops. It looked like it had all new appliances, all electric. They continued throughout the house making here and there. The bedrooms were huge and all had walk-in closets. When they got to the basement Bradley stopped Beau.

"So what do you think?" He asked him and Beau nodded.

"It looks wonderful. Y/N is going to love it." Beau said looking around. "Are you going to make an offer on it?" He asked and Bradley was silent for a moment.

"I want to but I want to talk it over with her." Bradley said and Beau nodded "There is another thing I wanted to ask you though." He continued and started to get nervous. Beau turned to him and gave him a go-ahead motion with his head. "I love your daughter very much, but you already knew that. I want to spend the rest of my life with her, grow old with her, have children with her, and live in this house with her. What I'm asking is your blessing to marry her." Bradley finally got out and it was silent. He thought he made the wrong choice and was about to tell him to forget about it Beau spoke up.

"I know you love my daughter and would do anything to protect her. I know that she would love this house which I why I want you to put an offer in before it slips out from under you. I give you my blessing to marry my daughter but remember the little conversations we had this morning." Beau said and Bradley sighed in relief. To both of their surprise, they hugged each other. They walked back upstairs and met the realtor the house was actually in Bradley and your price range, and he made an offer and signed some papers and everyone shook hands and went on their way. Now it was time for him to show you the house.

Bradley decided not to show you the house right away wanting to make sure everything was perfect. It was two days later that he got the most amazing phone call ever. It was while he was at work and had just gotten done with teaching.

"This is Lieutenant Commander Bradley Bradshaw." Bradley answered his phone without looking. Everyone got promoted to Lieutenant Commander after the mission was a success and the Dagger Squad became an official Squad.

"Good afternoon, Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw! I have some great news!" Stefanie said excitedly this got Bradley's heart racing. "You got the house." She said and it seemed like his heart stopped he actually got the house. "You can pick up the keys and you and your girlfriend can come by and sign more papers to make it official!" She finished.

"That's great! I'll see you this evening! I'll bring my girlfriend!" He said, "Thank you so much." They both bid each other goodbye and hung up the phone. He needed to tell Beau.

Bradley practically raced to the office and knocked and Beau called him in. Bradley immediately told him the good news and Beau actually graced him with a smile.

After work, Bradley made his way back to his apartment and when he got there your car was in the parking lot. He pulled the Bronco next to your car and killed the engine. He got out and walked in and was greeted with music playing and you in the kitchen you turned around and greeted him.

"Hey babe! I was just about to start dinner!" You said and he smiled.

"I was actually thinking we could go out." He said and that shocked you.

"Oh ok. Where are we going?" You asked.

"We'll decide on that when we get into the Bronco but first. We need to make a stop." He told you and you nodded. You grabbed your shoes and a hoodie, Bradley's hoodie, and followed him out the door. You got into the Bronco and headed that way. He drove to the address and when you got there your mouth dropped open.

"Bradley." You started but didn't know what to say. He didn't say anything as he pulled into the driveway and got out and helped you out. Stefanie was already there greeting you both.

"Hi! I'm Stefanie, you must be the girlfriend!" She said and you nodded and shook her hand that was outstretched.

"Yes. I'm Y/N. I'm confused." You said and she laughed.

"Your boyfriend and father came in two days ago and Bradley and he put in an offer and it was accepted." She said and you were shocked but happy, this was your dream home. "These are your keys." She said and handed the keys to you. Bradley was just there smiling. "Why don't you come in and sign some papers and the house is yours." She said and you nodded both of you following her. You did just that and she bid you both a goodnight and left. You couldn't believe this! Everything is perfect!

You had talked it over with Nat about moving into the house with Bradley and she was perfectly fine with it. You let her keep the apartment and she said that she would be taking over the bills and it wasn't that much of a rent she couldn't manage. You had let her keep the couch there was no reason for you to have two couches. She got to keep most of the appliances as well but you took your TV since she said that she had one in her room that she could bring out into the living room. Everyone helped with the moving-in process. After a weekend you both were moved in and began the unpacking process. A few weeks later you were all unpacked and ready to start your journey together.

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After Bradley asked for your hand in marriage, he started to look for a ring, and who better to help than none other than your best friend? Natasha was absolutely thrilled to be included. Bradley started to search for the perfect ring after Natasha got you to cough up what you would like. It was really a simple cut with four diamonds on each side of the diamond. They went through a lot of rings but when he found this one it was perfect and it screamed you. So he got it. It had been 2 months since you both moved into your new house. You both had decided to have a cook out and that is when Bradley decided to propose. Your parents had already seen the ring and approved of it right away. He also showed Maverick and to say he swelled with proudness was an understatement, he was happy for Bradley, he saw Goose and Carole in him and you.

It was a Saturday so everyone was able to come over. Around 5:30 PM you both started to prepare for your guests. "Do we have enough food?" You asked Bradley and he chuckled.

"Yes, Darling. We have plenty. Your father is bringing the drinks, adding to what we already have. I'm about to pack the coolers outside and start to get the grill ready. Relax we got this." He said coming up to you and kissing you. The doorbell rang causing you to pull away from him and go open it. It turned out to be you father and mother.

"Mom, Dad! Hi!" You said and hugged them both and allowed them to come in. "Dad, Bradley has the coolers ready to be packed outside." You told him and he nodded and headed that way you could hear them greet each other and watched them walk out into the backyard. Your mother and you began talking while walking into the kitchen.

"This is an absolutely beautiful place." She said and you smiled.

"Yea sorry it took forever for you to be able to see it. We just wanted to get settled in first." You said and she nodded.

"It's ok. I understand. So when are you going to give me grandchildren?" She asked and you rolled your eyes she started asking you this question when you first started to date Bradley.

"Mom. We aren't even engaged yet." You said and she just chuckled.

"It doesn't hurt to start trying. Who knows tonight might be the night." She said and shrugged her shoulders.

"Mom!" You yelled and your eyes widened with your mouth falling open. She laughed and started to put food together. After the shock wore off you began to get things ready for the night.

At 6 PM everyone started to show up, first it was Maverick and Penny, Natasha, Bob, Jake, Javy, Mickey, Warlock, Hondo, and a few other friends from work. You and Bradley greeted each and every one of them. The night was going great and smoothly you sensed Bradley was nervous but you couldn't figure out why and each time you went to talk to him you pulled away. Beau and Bradley manned the grill and once everyone was done eating and just chilling around. It was getting dark and everyone crowded around the bonfire that Bradley had going, he insisted on building one when you moved in and you agreed to have one since you love bonfires.

"Everyone I have an announcement and question for my beautiful girlfriend," Bradley announced and everyone looked at him as he got up and held his hand out to you which you gladly accepted, he pulled you up and passed the bonfire to the other side. "Y/N, Darling. When you were first introduced to me at The Hard Deck by Natasha I was memorized, I knew I wanted to start a life with you. Nothing and no one could've kept me away from you that night. You then agreed to go out on a date with me at the end of the night and it was the best night of my life," he said and you were standing there knowing what was coming next "We started to talk about moving in together and what house you would absolutely love and when I found it I went straight to your dad and we went to check it out. It was perfect. I asked him for his blessing to marry you right in the basement." He continued and pretty much everyone was crying especially the females, he got down on one knee "So, Y/N Simpson. Would you do me the honor of making me the happiest man and marry me?" He asked bringing out the ring. Your jaw dropped, you couldn't believe it this was something you dreamt of. Tears started to flow and you nodded your head.

"Yes, Bradley. I'll marry you." You answered him and a huge smile broke out on his face. He put the ring on your finger and got up from the ground and gently grabbed your face in both of his hands and kissed you hard, you brought your hands to his and kissed back. You broke apart when air was needed. Everyone congratulated you and everyone wanted to see the ring. Let's just say you and Bradley didn't get to spend much time together that night during the cookout but after everyone was gone, you both made up for lost time. Photos were captured to remember the night.

Now it was time to start planning a wedding.

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The wedding took 4 months to plan, most of the details already have been planned for your dream wedding. You wanted a beach wedding and Bradley agreed with you and that was doable considering you lived practically on the beach. You wanted long bridesmaids dresses and you wanted them to be sleeveless and a deep navy blue. Your wedding dress was your dream come true, it was a flowing dress and it fit you just right and had spaghetti straps. You had a veil that flowed behind you and your hair would be done up off of your neck and French braided on the side leading into a bun with some curls framing your face. The cake was three tiers and it was marbled with chocolate and vanilla with the hint of mint. The food was in a buffet kind of style and it was light food like sandwiches and finger foods but nothing to messy and some sides like potato salad and such. The drinks were self served and with an open bar.

Natasha took you and your 3 other bridesmaids out for a bachelorette party, while Jake and the others took Bradley and his groomsmen out. You all had fun and got a little tipsy. In 3 days you were getting married to the love of your life. You had rented a beach house to fit your guests and it was a place for you to get ready. There was also a reception hall which was done up the moment you got there and that is where the wedding reception would be held.

A rehearsal dinner and rehearsal took place the next day and everything was perfect. Again happy tears were shed. You couldn't wait to marry this man. Everyone mingled well and got along. Friends and family were invited to the wedding you both wanted to keep the numbers down.

3 days later you got ready and were getting ready to do the first look. You were all dressed and had your makeup and hair done when your mother called your father into the room. Beau 'Cyclone' Simpson about cried, correction he did cry. "Oh Sweetheart. You look so beautiful." He said in a breathy voice and you broke out in a smile and tears started to stream down.

"Oh, Daddy." You said and walked over to him hugging him you pulled away and smoothed your hands down his coat "You look so handsome." You replied in return. It was silent until Natasha walked in and said that Bradley was ready. You nodded and she opened the door to the room. You walked out with the help of your dad and out into the house and down the stairs. You got outside and saw Bradley standing at the entrance of the walkway heading to the beach. Beau walked you down to him and let you go, you tapped Bradley on the shoulder and he turned around and he'll admit he cried both of you were smiling while Amelia Benjamin took your pictures, she was the designated professional photographer for your wedding she also did your engagement photos.

After several thousand pictures the ceremony was ready to start. You could see everyone sitting down and Bradley and his groomsmen, Maverick, Jake, Javy, and Mickey up at the altar. Turns out Bob was ordained and was officiating the wedding. The music started to play for your bridesmaids to walk down the aisle, Natasha, Stella, Kennedy, and Amanda. The last three were your friends from work and you had gone to school with them and became really close with them. The music changed again and that was your cue for your father and you to start walking down the aisle. The breeze on the beach was perfect and it was not a very hot day, considering it was August. You and Beau got to Bradley "Who gives this woman away?" Bob asked.

"Her mother and I." Beau said while trying not to get chocked up Bob nodded his head and Bradley took your hand and helped you stand in front of him, you passed your bouquet to Natasha. Your dad went and sat down next to your mother, Amelia was taking pictures throughout the ceremony. Bob was speaking but all you could think about was how perfect Bradley looked in his dress whites. You and him had agreed on his dress whites because you thought her looked perfect in them and you hardily seen him in them. The groomsmen and Bob had the option to wear them if they wanted to but decided against it. You only came to when Bob spoke about reading vows.

"Both the groom and the bride have decided to exchange vows to show their love for one another. Bradley you may begin." Bob said nodding his head to him and he turned to grab the ring from Maverick and turned back to you.

"Y/N from the moment I met you, I knew you were the one. You have made my life more exciting and light filled. Everyday that I get to spend with you is the best day of my life, it only gets better with you everyday. I want to start a family with you and grow old with you. We already bought our dream house. I promise to hold you and take care of you when you're sick. I promise to love you everyday. For richer or poorer. I'll be by your side and if I break that promise your dad will have me shipped off and baby I don't want that." Everyone laughed at the part, you looked over at your father with a playful glare and he hung his head and blushed. You turned back to Bradley "I'll be by your side until death do us part." He finished.

"Bradley do you take this beautiful woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?" Bob asked and Bradley nodded.

"I do." He said and placed the ring where your engagement ring once set.

"Y/N you may now say your vows." Bob said turning to you. You cleared your throat and took a moment as Natasha gave you the ring.

"Bradley. When I first met you at The Hard Deck I thought you were going to be like any other cocky aviator but you proved me wrong, and I'm thankful for that. You didn't freak out when I told you who my father was and boy was I grateful for that. No body and I mean no body has moved me like you did that night. Everyday when I look at you, I'm home. You're amazing in a lot of ways but I know you're going to be an amazing husband and father one day. I want to go grow old with you and raise our children together. I also promise to love you everyday. I promise to be there when you're down. I'll be with you for richer or poorer. I promise to be with you until death do us part." You said and smiled at him.

"Y/N do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?" Bob asked you and you nodded.

"I do." You said and placed the ring on his finger and held both of this hands.

"By the power vested in me and the state of California. I know pronounce you husband and wife. Bradley you may now kiss your bride." Bob said and Bradley did just that and you gladly kissed him back, you only pulled away when air was needed. You turned to the crowd while Natasha gave you your bouquet back. You and your now husband walked down the aisle. Pictures were taken of everyone and then you, Bradley, the groomsmen and the bridesmaids went to the beach house while everyone went up to the reception hall.

When you arrived the party was just starting. No body ate until you both were announced and you were allowed to get food and settled. As everyone was getting done with eating it was time to cut the cake. You both cut it together and fed it to each other. Bradley wouldn't dare shove it in your face, he was afraid of your dad and upsetting you. Everyone cheered and then speeches started. Everyone that wanted to make speeches did. Beau wanted to make one which didn't surprise many people.

"I want to say that you two make a great team. I'm so glad I'm gaining a son-in-law that truly loves my daughter and it is plain to see that she loves you back. I knew Bradley was the one for her when she threatened me at Saturday breakfast telling me not to give him a hard time at work. When he asked my permission to marry her I knew my answer was yes right away. He is a great aviator and will be a great husband and father to my grandkids. So, here is to the happy couple. I love you both." Beau finished and you were crying everyone took a drink as a toast. He handed the microphone over to you for you both to make announcements.

"We just wanted to say thank you for coming. It means so much to both of us. We are so glad we our friends and family could come and celebrate this amazing day with us. We want to thank Bob for officiating us and marrying us. We also want to thank everyone that helped with setting this up and hanging decorations and making it perfect for us." Bradley said while he held the microphone and you.

The DJ came over and the sound system and said it was time for the father daughter dance. It was emotional for both and you and Beau, he said sweet nothings to you and made you laugh and he smiled, which was a rare occurrence. It was time for the mother son dance but since Bradley's mother wasn't there your mother danced with him, she talked to him throughout it and honestly it was perfect. All the important dances were done and now the floor was opened up to everyone. The reception went well into the night and everyone had their fair amount of drinks.

It was around 1 in the morning when you and Bradley made it to the small cottage that was also rented out for just the two of you. Neither of you got much sleep instead it was filled with slow passionate love making as a married couple. You finally had the man of your dreams.

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You were sent to your honeymoon right after you both got married, you both had enough time saved up for vacation. Your honeymoon was set in Venice, Italy. It was spent sightseeing and just spending time together. The weather was perfect and so was your husband. The honeymoon was 3 weeks long.

3 weeks means a lot of spending inanimate time together. In fact there wasn’t a time where you weren’t trying to make a family. You both wanted kids dearly and you started early. One night while you were eating dinner on the balcony looking over the city with sunsetting you brought it up. “Have you ever thought about kids?” you asked before taking a sip of your wine. Bradley nodded.

“I have especially with you.” He said

“Do you want a boy or a girl?” he asked and you thought for a moment.

“I really want both but I would be happy with either one. I would be extremely happy with twins.” You said looking into the eyes of your husband “You?” You asked.

“This is going to sound crazy but I’m the exact same way. Have you thought about names?” He asked you and you nodded.

“I have.” You replied.

“Oh yea? What would they be?” He asked

“Well I thought about this long and hard. If it was a boy it would be Nicholas Beau Bradshaw, Nick for short” You said and he was silent, you were afraid he hated it. “I’m sorry we can pick a different name. I just thought since you talked so highly of your father I wanted our son to be like him. I also wanted him to have dad’s name as a middle name to honor him.” You told your head going down to look at your food that you were pushing around.

“I love it, Darling. How come I didn’t know about it?” He asked and you looked up.

“I wanted it to be a surprise.” You said quietly

“What would you name the girl?” He asked you. You smiled.

“Caroline Petra Bradshaw, Carole for short.” You said and studied his face and his eyes were shining with tears. “Your mother should be honored for raising such a handsome, caring, and strong man that is now my husband. Maverick should be in there as well since he’s like a father to you.” You finished Bradley didn’t say a word instead he got up and went straight to you and picked you up and carried you to bed. That night he showed you the gratitude for you choosing those names and keeping his family alive in your family.

3 weeks went by fast and before you knew it you were back at home and each of you going back to work, as much as you didn’t want to go. You changed your name on everything important.

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2 weeks after being back at home you started to get sick, you had some suspicions so you bought some pregnancy tests. Bradley had walked in one evening to you throwing up and he was worried. He rushed to you and held your hair back “Darling, are you ok?” He asked and all he got in reply was you gagging and throwing up in the toilet. “Oh, Darling. It’s ok.” He said and rubbed your back. After a few minutes you leaned back and flushed the toilet.

“I think I might be pregnant.” You told him.

“Why do you think that?” He asked curiously.

“I started getting sick and smells were getting to me and I have been craving dill pickle chips and pickles with flaming hot Cheetos. I didn’t think it was anything at first until I started to crave those things.” You said and Bradley made a disgusted face to those combinations of food. “I bought a couple of pregnancy tests but didn’t want to take them in case I’m not pregnant and this is just me being weird.” You finished.

“Oh, Darling. How about you take them now? I’ll be here with you.” He suggested and you nodded and did just that. You made him go out of the bathroom while you did them and sat them on the sink and put a timer on and allowed him. You both sat against the tub in your bathroom. The timer went off and you got up and brought them over to him so that you could see them together. You both smiled when two lines appeared on both of the tests.

You were pregnant.

You got set up with an appointment right away with a doctor appointment where they did an ultrasound and got the surprise of your lifetime. You were having twins. Dreams really do come true. Now it was time to tell your family and friends. You wanted to tell your father, mother, and Maverick first so you called them over. It was a Friday night when they came over, you all had dinner and when dessert came around you decided to tell them. “We have some news for you all.” You started and looked at Bradley and he nodded to go ahead “We are pregnant with twins.” You said and everyone broke out in smiles and Beau actually smiled.

“It’s about time you gave me grandchildren.” Your mother said and everyone laughed “We’re really happy for you Sweetheart.” Everyone went around giving congratulations to you and Bradley. You all moved to the living room and finished out your night there and then they went home. Each giving you and Bradley a hug.

Your 18 week appointment came around and this was when you would be finding out the sex of your children.

You and Bradley talked about if you wanted to keep it a secret but decided against it. You already have names picked out. “Would you like to find out the sex of your babies?” Dr. Avery asked and you both nodded eagerly. She moved the wand around and pointed to each of them “This one is a girl and a little bit shy and this little confident one is a boy. He looks like he is shielding his sister. He’s going to be a protector for sure.” She said you and Bradley, who was standing behind you holding your hand, smiled and nodded.

“Just like his daddy.” You said and everyone chuckled

“Would you like a picture?” Dr. Avery asked and you both nodded. She took it and printed it out and then gave you it and gave you a paper towel to wipe off the gel which you gladly accepted. You couldn’t wait to share the news. Everyone took the news well and were so excited for you both and couldn’t wait for them to get here so they could spoil them. Each month your stomach swelled and Bradley couldn’t help but rub his hands over it. He and you talked to them every night and each time they responded with a kick.

9 months was approaching quickly, you wanted to work up until you couldn’t anymore and that came about when you were 8 months along. All of your female students were asking questions and were jealous especially when your husband came by when he and you were on lunch break. You were close to your due date and each of you had go bags in both of your vehicles. One day during lunch you were visiting your husband and father, when your water decided to break and it was game on. Everyone was cool, calm, and collected then again they were used to high pressure situations. “You’re doing great, Darling.” Bradley said while he drove your car claiming he didn’t want fluid all over his precious Bronco and you just rolled your eyes.

You arrived at the hospital in record time and they took you to the labor and delivery floor. Your father stayed out in the waiting room and called everyone, they were there in record time. “Any word on the mother and babies?” Your mother asked your father and he shook his head.

“They only let Bradley go back there since he’s the father.” Beau said and she nodded her head in understanding.

“Have they picked out names?” Maverick asked

“They have but they haven’t told us.” Your mother said.

Each time they came to check on you, you were only so many cm dilated. This was your 8th hour being in labor and the contractions were painful. “Hello Mrs. Bradshaw! I’m just going to check and see how far along you are.” a nurse said and you nodded “It looks like your 10 cm dilated. I’ll page Dr. Avery and we’ll be on our way!” She said cheerily.

“It’s about damn time.” You said as another contraction ripped through you and you practically growled. You turned to Bradley “I fucking hate you.” You told him and he knew you didn’t mean it. Dr. Avery came in with two nurses and they helped you get into position. You were a sweating mess and in so much pain but didn’t want an epidural which Bradley thought you were crazy for.

“The next contraction, I want you to push momma.” Dr. Avery said and you nodded. The next contraction hit and you pushed “Ok and stop. You’re doing well momma.” She said and this went on for a few minutes “Ok. I see the head of the first baby. I want you to push with all of your might on the next contraction.” She said and you nodded when it hit you pushed hard “I see the head.” She said and you were getting tired but wanted this and then finally the baby came out “Good job momma! You have a little boy!” She said “Dad you want to cut the cord?” She asked Bradley and he nodded. He cut exactly where he was told and then another contraction hit and he was taken away to be cleaned up. “Ok, Mrs. Bradshaw ready to push? You know the drill.” She asked and you nodded and got ready to push again. The contraction hit and you pushed.

“Bradley, you are never touching me again.” You said while pushing. Everyone just chuckled knowing you didn’t mean it.

“Ok momma, take a break.” Dr. Avery said and you slumped back on the chair the next contraction hit and you started to push as directed “Ok, I see the head!” She exclaimed and you kept pushing with all your might. After 3 minutes your second baby was out and letting everyone know of her arrival “Congratulations you have a healthy little girl!” She said and instructed Bradley to cut the cord again. She was taken away and cleaned up and then both of them were placed on your chest, you were crying and sweating and Bradley was crying. Dr, Avery cleaned up and walked out of the room.

“Hello babies. I’m your mom and that hunk of a crying man beside me is your dad.” You all chuckled.

“Do you have names?” The nurse asked and you nodded your head and told them.

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“What is taking them so long?” Jake asked impatiently and Natasha hit him in the back of the head “Ow. What was that for?” He asked.

“Be patient.” Natasha said just about the time Bradley walked out into the waiting room everyone looked at him and saw the tear tracks but he was smiling.

“So?” Jake asked and got another hit from Javy this time.

“We have a healthy baby boy and baby girl.” He said Jake, Natasha, Mickey, Javy, and Bob jumped up and hugged him and they broke apart. Beau and Maverick shook his hand and hugged him while your mother bear hugged him “Cyclone, Bailey, and Maverick. Would you like to meet them first?” He asked them since they were the parents of you and Maverick the pseudo father to him, they nodded and followed him back. They walked into the room quietly.

“Hey guys.” You said quietly holding the two babies. Bradley came over to you and took your little girl.

“I want you to meet Caroline Petra Bradshaw.” Bradley said and Maverick had tears streaming down his face.

“Guys.” He started “I don’t know what to say.” He said and you both shook your head.

“You don’t need to say anything. You acted like my father even though you pulled my papers and we went through a rough patch but you made me a better pilot. We wanted Caroline to have your name.” He said and he teared up.

“And this is Nicholas Beau Bradshaw.” You said nodding to the little boy “He was born 3 minutes before Caroline.” You finished your dad broke out in tears “Oh, Dad. It’s ok.” You said as he wiped his tears.

"Your parents would be so proud of you Bradley. I bet they're up there right now smiling." Maverick said, which made Bradley tear up, walk over to him and side-hug him.

"Thank you." Bradley whispered to him and let him go and wiped a tear and walked back to your side.

Both babies were sleeping soundly. They were passed around to each of the other three members in the room. Bradley went and got the others once he got the all-clear from you and they were introduced to the newest members of the Dagger Squad. The twins were passed around but then you started to yawn and that is when everyone bid their goodbyes and congratulations and to everyone’s surprise Jake brought the most gifts.

Once everyone left your father, mother, and husband were left in the room. You could barely keep your eyes open and your dad noticed this “Get some sleep, Sweetheart. We got it handled from here.” He said and you nodded. Bradley came over and kissed your forehead as your eyes slipped closed and you fell into a peaceful sleep.

You were able to sleep peacefully knowing that Nick and Caroline were in good hands with her father, grandfather, and grandmother. You couldn’t wait to get them home and begin your journey with them but for now you would be getting a much deserved rest.

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you're losing me pt. II- theodore nott x reader

p: theodore nott x gn! reader w: angst (sorry not sorry), slight cussing summary: (Y/N) is coping with their fight with Theodore, but an unwanted conversation reveals more than (Y/N) expected. a/n: the long awaited part two, thank you all for being patient and for all the love you gave to part one. can't believe it took me this long to get part two out and im so sorry but i had trouble writing and coming up with ideas

Winter break had felt like the longest and worst couple weeks to (Y/N) ever. All they really did was sat in their room, read, attempt to study, and occasionally write to Pansy.

The Malfoy's had thrown a party on New Year's Eve. All pureblooded families were invited, which meant (Y/N)'s family and the Nott family. They were not ready to see Theodore. Unfortunately, no matter how hard (Y/N) tried, they couldn't escape it.

The day of the party, (Y/N) sat and stared at the outfit laid out for them to wear. Maybe it'll spontaneously combust and they would have no outfit to wear and can't go. Yeah, right. As if that'll actually happen. Their mother probably has a bunch of backup outfits for them to wear anyways.

At least Pansy said she would try to stay by their side the whole time. Keyword, try. Because Blaise would probably try to steal Pansy to go snog somewhere.

The second (Y/N) and their parents entered the Malfoy Manor, they felt like running away and throwing up. Why? Oh, because of course the first person they'd find was Theodore Nott.

"(Y/N)!"

Oh bless Pansy for catching their attention. But also curse her because apparently the sound of their name caught Theodore's ears and made him turn his head towards them.

(Y/N) looked away from him.

(Y/N) hugged Pansy. "Pansy! How has your break been?"

"It's been nice. Got to hang out with Blaise a lot," she said. "What about you (Y/N)? How have you been feeling?"

Now, (Y/N) could lie and say they've been great and having a lovely break. But of course Pansy would see straight through their little lie.

"If I have to be honest Pans, I still feel like shit."

Pansy looked at them with concern. The fact that the reason (Y/N) felt terrible was in the room didn't help them.

"Well, I know Millicent and Tracey are here and I know they wanna catch up with us. Plus there's drinks. There's nothing better than drinks at these boring parties, right?" Pansy said in attempt to make (Y/N) feel better.

The two had gone and found their fellow schoolmates at the side of the room. Unfortunately for (Y/N), Daphne Greengrass and her sister Astoria were also there.

Pansy and (Y/N) greeted their schoolmates, with (Y/N) avoiding eye contact with Daphne. They listened as Pansy was telling the other girls about what she's been doing.

"What about you, (Y/N)?" Tracey asked them. "Done anything fun during break?"

"I've just been home reading," They told Tracey. "My parents decided not to go to France this year so I've been cooped up in my room."

"What about Theodore?" piped Millicent. Pansy's eyes slightly widened at her friend's question. "You didn't go see him?"

(Y/N) wanted the ground to open up and swallow them whole. Of course their other friends would ask about their relationship with Theodore. No one seems to know what's going on other than Pansy and maybe Blaise.

"No I didn't," (Y/N) said. "He's been busy." They looked at Daphne to see any reaction from her but surprisingly it was pretty neutral.

"I think I'm going to get a glass of champagne or something." (Y/N) said. "Anyone want one?"

"Oh, one for me please!" Tracey told them. (Y/N) nodded before leaving to find one of the waiters walking around with trays full of champagne.

After grabbing two drinks for themselves and Tracey, (Y/N) turned around to find themselves face to face with the one person they did not want to see.

Theodore fucking Nott.

The boy also grabbed a glass from the waiter's tray and took a sip on it.

"So, you're here," He said to (Y/N).

"I am."

Theodore looked them up and down. "You look nice."

(Y/N) gave him a curt 'thanks', wanting to get away from here.

"(Y/N)," Theodore called out.

"What do you want?" (Y/N) asked him impatiently. "I've got friends waiting for me."

"Just wanted to say hope you're having a nice break," he said hesitantly, almost as if he wanted to say something else.

(Y/N) gave him an odd look before shaking their head and walking away, not wanting to look at him a second more.

Once (Y/N) returned to their group and handed Tracey her drink, they find Pansy staring at them.

"You alright?" She whispered. "I saw you had a run in with Theodore."

(Y/N) nods their head. "I just want to get this party over with."

The rest of the party had gone alright thanks to Pansy, who managed to stay with them the whole time. They went the rest of the break without seeing Theodore, but unfortunately, the holidays ended and (Y/N) had to return to school and see him.

They'd did everything they can to avoid being around Theodore for longer than they have to, whether that was finding a different route to classes, sitting besides Pansy a few tables away from him (though this one wasn't really a change), or studying in their dorm rather than the library.

The only thing (Y/N) couldn't avoid was sitting away from him during lunch and dinner. Sure, they could beg Pansy to sit farther down the table, but the others would find it odd that the two were not sitting with them since they always ate together.

So (Y/N) just had to suck it up and remain civil. The good thing was that even when Theodore and (Y/N) were in good standing, they would always sit with Pansy so no one would find it weird. This whole thing was a struggle because even though (Y/N) was upset at Theodore and trying to avoid him, they could help but seek glances at Theodore. So did he.

(Y/N) had enough of being cooped up in their room, so they decided to study in the common room one night. There were a couple people scattered in the room, but most of the Slytherins were either in their dorms or snuck out to merlin knows where.

(Y/N) was looking at their Transfiguration book until a voice disrupts their focus.

"Hey. Do you mind if I sit here?"

It was Theodore Nott.

"There's plenty of space in the common room Nott," (Y/N) pointed out. "You can sit somewhere else."

"Well actually, I wanted to talk to you."

(Y/N) rolled their eyes before looking towards Theodore. "What's there to talk about?"

Theodore huffed before responding. "We need to talk about what happened before break. We didn't exactly left off on the right foot."

"Obviously."

(Y/N) felt a multitude of emotions hit them. They felt angry, upset, frustrated. They weren't even sure they wanted Theodore to address what happened. It would either end in two ways, they would move past it and stay together, or it would lead to the end of them.

But (Y/N) knew they couldn't avoid this any longer. They nodded towards the seat next to them.

"Sit." Theodore sat down.

"So," (Y/N) began. "Talk."

"Right. Well, I think you should know why I was talking to Daphne." Theodore starts. "Her parents and my father were talking about joining forces with the Dark Lord. And my father decided I was old enough to join them."

(Y/N) saw Theodore rub his left forearm, where the dark mark was usually placed. This news shocked them. (Y/N) knew that his father supported Voldemort and preached his ideals, but they never thought he would make Theodore become a death eater.

"Daphne found out what happened when she overheard my father and her father talking with each other. She confronted me about it so I admitted it. Wasn't worth trying to hide if she pretty much already knew about it. She's been trying to calm me down and help me not think about what happened."

There were a million different things going through (Y/N)'s head, yet the only thing that settled was why didn't he tell them? They could've help him too.

"Why didn't you tell me about it?" (Y/N) asked.

The boy sighed, not daring to meet their eyes. "I didn't want you to get involved in this."

"Theodore, I don't care," they exclaimed. "I want to help you. I would've listened to you and help you!"

"(Y/N) this is not your place-"

"I'm not a child anymore Theodore!" (Y/N) screamed. "I know what's going on, I'm not an idiot!"

"(Y/N), you have to listen to me! Your parents aren't involved with the Dark Lord this time around. If I told you and someone finds out, you could put you and your parents in danger."

(Y/N) huffed. "Oh, but Daphne gets to know?"

"Daphne is protected because of her parents and she found out herself. I did not tell her."

"Oh, but you continued to talk to her about it!"

Theodore was starting to get frustrated. "Who else was I supposed to talk to?"

"Me! Your partner? Or even Draco, his dad supports Voldemort, he'd probably understand how you felt."

Theodore's eyes widen a bit at the mention of Draco's name, but (Y/N) didn't notice.

"Look (Y/N)," Theodore slowly said. "I'm sorry I didn't talk to you about this. But you have to understand why I didn't tell you. I still care about you and this is something I didn't want you to get mixed in with, alright?"

(Y/N) sat there, calming themselves down. There was still one question that's been haunting them since the party.

"(Y/N)?"

"I just have one question for you." (Y/N) said, looking towards Theodore. The boy motioned for them to continue. "Did you ever feel anything for Daphne?"

There was a bit of hesitation in Theodore before he responded. "No."

(Y/N) looked at him oddly, noticing his hesitation.

"Theodore? Tell me the truth."

Theodore sighed before speaking. "I never lost feelings for you, but when I was talking Daphne, I felt different around her."

"W-what?" (Y/N) stuttered out. "Did you do anything?"

"No! I promise you I would never do anything with her." Theodore told them. "She's talking with Pucey anyways."

(Y/N) could feel the whirlpool of emotions coming back. Theodore confirmed one of the things they were hoping wasn't true. But he still liked them. But he's been hiding about him joining the Dark Lord. It was all too much to take in.

They leaned back against the chair with their arms crossed, staring into the dimly lit fire. "So, what do we do now?"

"What do you mean?" Theodore questioned them.

"About our relationship. What happens now?

There was a minute of uncomfortable silence penetrating the now empty room. The two of them not saying anything.

Another sigh emitted from Theodore before he stated his answer. "I think it's best if we take a break."

(Y/N) could feel their heart break at his answer. Their nightmare came true. They were losing him.

"There's a lot going on lately. With the war and Dark Lord rising it's going to be difficult to handle it all, especially with where I stand with him," Theodore said, motioning towards his left arm. "And I don't want to get you or your family involved in it."

"Yeah, y-you're right," (Y/N) choked out. "But we can still talk and be friends, right?"

"We can try."

(Y/N) nodded at his answer, trying not to let the tears welling up in their eyes escape. It seemed that Theodore had noticed it though, as he wrapped his arms in one last embrace.

"I love you, Theo."

There was a moment of silence before Theodore responded.

"I love you too."

The two sat there, (Y/N) quietly sobbing into Theodore's shoulder, not wanting to let go because that would be the last time they would be with him and would confirm their nightmare.

They lost Theodore.

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